If Vadim had not guessed her to be a stranger to these lands, then her genuine interest and curiosity would have been a giveaway. Mares and stallions alike looked at him with such disgust, as if the stench alone told them his whole persona. No matter how many times he seen it on their faces, in their eyes, Vadim was sure that he would never get used to it. So for this mare to not have it, at least not yet, was a breath of fresh air.
“My name is Vadim, and here is where I hail from.” he replied, giving a small nod towards the thickening trees that would lead to the Lagoon. “And it is because none of us, to my knowledge, have ever seen one colored like you. Close, perhaps, but not the same.” A few cremellos had rivaled her pale color, but the shade of white had been slightly off.
Realizing he was giving away too much on his face, Vadim straightened his stance, washing away the expression from his face and in his eyes. The hardened look of a seasoned stallion resting there now, and he pinned his ears then and lowered his head in a snaking position. “Which is all the more reason that I claim you as mind now.” he stated, moving forward to try and herd her towards the Lagoon.
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