i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

-----One moment she is alone, and the next there is someone standing beside her. Her name rolls off his lips, and she swivels her ears in his direction, though her eyes do not move away from the water. He was a sneaky bastard, wasn't he? Zhenya finds herself surprised that she hadn't noticed him sooner. Then again, if he had been living in the Lagoon all his life, he likely knew how to get around undetected quite well.

-----She shifts her dark eyes towards her new companion, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Felony." she says, her voice soft and even. There are several minutes of silence between them. There is no noise except for the occasional trickle of water as she shifts her weight. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she turns to him again and speaks, her voice firmer than before. "Are you expecting me to complain about having to come here? To moan and whine and cry about how terrible my life is because no stallion wants to keep me?" She scoffs bitterly, eyes rolling in their sockets. "Don't hold your breath. I'm not some prissy little princess who feel she's entitled to everything and everyone."

-----With that, she turns and steps out of the water, picking a shady spot on the beach to relax under. Her eyes remain glued on Felony's painted hide, waiting to see if he will join her once more or turn and leave. "I'm actually quite glad to be out of the Bay. I suppose I should thank you for that." Her dark eyes glimmer and she presses her lips together in a sly smirk. Perhaps the Lagoon would prove itself to be better - and far more interesting - than her previous homes.

five. georgian grande. buckskin tobiano [Ee/Aa/nCr/Tb]. pippa