Desert

Vanya is not oblivious to his schemes. It was a large part of why she had not opted to try and escape in the water; knowing Rougaru, he'd rather let her drown than let anyone else have her. Hot, but also slightly problematic.

She can feel him systematically closing the ocean off as a means of escape, not that she had the energy to attempt another ocean crossing immediately. Vanya had always been a lean creature, with just enough muscle to give her feminine figure the curves she wanted without crossing the line into masculine, and such a physique was ill-suited to long, drawn-out displays of physical prowess. Her weapons had always been her words, not her hooves, and she turned them to Rougaru as he so flippantly answered her.

"This is an ashtray." She practically spits out her response, her fluted ears flattened against her damp mane. "A litterbox. A graveyard for anything good in this world." And more than that too; Vanya's recitation of insults against the Desert would have likely continued if it were not for the fact that the land itself could not take offense at her abuse. Instead, she turned it to Rougaru, wanting to wound him the same way that she felt wounded.

"Ah so that's it," she sneered as she put more distance between them, sweeping an elegant half-pirouette manuever so she could face him from half of a horse length away. He had betrayed her by leaving and twisted the knife by finding Titania first. More than anything she wanted to feel the same pain that she had while she waited for him to return to her. "You're too scared to go home."

Which was an insult that cut a little close to home, if she were honest. Vanya was scared too, although she'd rather pull out her own teeth than admit it; both of the situation she now found herself in and the unknowns of this desert hellscape. So she lashed out as she normally did, projecting rather than admitting. Throwing out bladed words was both a way of releasing her own stress and spurring Rougaru back into the beast she knew him to be, an aphrodisiac for the wolf in his breast that had - in her opinion - grown fat and content on success. It was time for him to make an appearance again, even if it caused her bodily harm to drag it out of him.

"You don't think you've got it in you anymore do you?" Her smile sharpened as she looked toward him, her whole body held tense and poised in case she needed to flee. All too often her prodding ended with some sort of physical altercation, but she had no desire to let him win so easily this time. Tonight would end with at least one of them bloodied, and if Vanya's fears proved right about Titania's presence, possibly dead.

She shifted her weight as she coiled away from him, preparing as if she were about to run. If the worst were to happen and Titania were to ambush her, perhaps she could at least spur her long-time lover into some sort of possessive protection by goading him. "Tell me, was it Solomon or age that scared you more?"