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He accosts her for trying to flee and she knows she must play nice at this point. She would plot her escape once she arrived in his "home." His open mockery leaves her face in a bored position. She knew where she was. It's why she'd been cutting across the Commons so quickly. She explicitly wanted to avoid this very situation. However she'd been distracted and ran right into him. Viveka had little desire to shack up with stallions who revered themselves as god's gift. That kept mares on the basis that they owned them. Viveka would never be owned, nor possessed.

"I find it ironic that I'm the immature one, when you've resorted to claiming me under some archaic notion that simply because I am female, that I can be owned. Fickle thought." She muses to him with a bemused expression. If he wanted to make sorry attempts to make her feel as if her lack of desire to be claimed was immature, then she'd happy oblige him with her more modern thoughts of the male and female herd structure. However, she already knew he would scoff at her ideas. Instead, she flicked her tail against her haunches in annoyance. "Since you seem to be so persistent; my name is Viveka." She relaxes her posture, cocking a hind leg lazily. "If you're done with your supreme leader complex, might we get going?" She says coolly. So that I can plot my escape as soon as I arrive. She thinks to herself. She just hoped it'd be sooner rather than later. v i v e k a mare | silver black | swedish warmblood | 4 | moonless