This place, it’s fucking hot. Asphyxia could have kicked herself—it was a desert after all. Maybe this was a stupid idea after all. Encantador apparently didn’t want her around, not by the way he acted. Why was that dude so strange anyway? Then again, it was a mad mad world and Asphyxia simply embraced the crazy that seeped through the cracks. Everyone tightened up in their neat little packages, what fun was that? No, this mare was a lot of fun.

It was the stallion that didn’t appear to know what fun was. His concept of everything seemed to be a bit twisted… or maybe it was Aspyhxia’s. The life that she lived in was one that she embraced wholeheartedly. It was nomadic. She was a rolling stone, no other way to describe it. It was an interesting way to go about things, never bothering to simmer down.

And now here she was. Now there was a stallion that had come up, perfectly amicable, and she’d chewed him up. The mare didn’t really know how to go about working with a stallion. She didn’t know how to work with another horse in a way that wasn’t the using sort. He was fine. Encantador wasn’t the problem. The roan mare wouldn’t admit that, but it was true.

”It’s apparently social convention. You don’t sound happy to see me.” The mare didn’t expect Encantador to appear in the region of her hind quarters, but she isn’t dramatic in her annoyance. It’s very strange to have someone buzzing in the area of her lady parts, making the mare uncomfortable. She watches, head snaking around to cover the stallion’s movement, entirely neutral.