Now Rougaru was thoroughly pissed off by the fact that the black witch thought she could rule his roost, and even more annoyed that she had the nerve to challenge him. Even thinking about it now set his blood boiling and the beast growling with rage. But it had proven one point at least. She was ballsy enough to stand against him, ballsy enough to think that she could best him in a battle and foolish enough to think he would let her get away with his scott free. He had let her return home, let her lick her wounds and sulk with Noctis... but that was coming to an end.

He watches her move away from the herd, her tail lashing back and forth against her dark flanks as the irritation and anger boiled. Rougaru could not help himself... it was time to put her in her place once and for all.

Proud head is lifted high, multifaceted green eyes glittering in the brilliant sunlight. He steps high, thick saucer like feet planted firm, ignoring the throbbing ache from one particularly swollen fetlock where she had managed to land a well aimed kick. He was determined to show no weakness in her presence. A smug grin spread across his whiskered lips as the coffee colored stallion halts in her path, dipping his head briefly to nuzzle his son affectionately before locking his gaze upon Vasilisa. "Determined to learn the hard way arent you Vasilisa. Did you honestly think that you could tell me what it was that I would do within my own herd? Showed you my strength did I not?" he asks, a scoffing smile lingering as he watches her. She was not weak, in fact he was pleased with her forward manner and the direct approach she had taken in defending Noctis against the snake. It had not missed his eyes.

He turns his gaze from her, lingering his eyes upon the horizon that stretched out over the vastness that was Atlantis. "You fought well, but not well enough. It seems your dream of becoming queen of the ridge is lost. Liland has taken is claim there... not wanting to get far from his queen and foals I supposed." he added with an amused chuckle, a single dial flickering towards her. "The island is mine... as it always was. And you will remain here... as a herd mare or a captive... it is your choice." he remarked rather drying.