the time was coming, she knew, when her guests would have to return to their own home but Božena struggled with the idea of letting them go back to the lagoon while it was still under Cullen’s rule. She had hoped the visitor to their mountain home would have made progress by now, overthrown the tyrant, but it seemed that had not come into fruition after all. Perhaps Cullen’s clutches over the bachelors was deeper than she imagined, though it made no sense. She saw him as little more than a heartless, shameless, manipulative fool, one who slowly and steadily was driving the nails into his own coffin. Sooner or later, the fates would have him for the evil he trafficked in.

 Božena was lucky in coming upon the scene laid out before her, as it was out of her usual patrol but something had drawn her that way this evening. At first it was just the tinkle of laughter, twisting her lips into a soft smile, making her want see what fun was being had. Her sauntering walk turns into a thunder trot, however, when her dark nostrils flare with the recognition of Cullen’s scent. Her broad ears bury themselves in the black tangles of her mane, flattening violently, and a bellowing whinny erupts from her lips. When she draws close enough, some yards away, Božena charges toward the gathering, gaining speed.

Like a great black dragon she bears down on the unwelcome stallions, slowing only to avoid injury to Rhadra and the young colt and filly they try to make away with. ”leave now, you filth, and take your foul ambitions. her voice is sharp as knives as she aims to drive them away with her massive body, working to separate them from their prey by any means she can. she flashes a look to Rhadra, gesturing for her to gather the children and retreat if she can… While it would be easier to drive the offending pair away with the help of her sestra, it would be harder with two děti underfoot.

her attention is back on the stallions only a moment later, her dark eyes wild with fury. it seemed that the painted stallion just did not learn…and now he tempted some other misguided soul with his antics? she would not stand for it here, in her home. Božena does not give the stallions any space to retreat gently, crowding them both with her huge body and snapping teeth… every molecule of her body wishes death upon the painted stallion, remembering her time in captivity in the lagoon as well as the memory of her sestra being struck down in cold blood. what she wouldn’t give to send him to the same fate….