Ailill’s world seemed to be spinning off without him. What had once been so simple had cascaded into something far more complicated than the young stallion thought he was ready to handle. As it happened, the time came upon him faster than it should have and he needed to step up and address it. He snorted in frustration, a pale roof raking through the ground and his ears twisting back in his deep loathing towards the neighboring stallion. He dared not believe the words Rowena had spilled to him. She was Vodnik’s daughter. A deep snort burst from his nose. He was unconcerned about the stallion’s backlash towards him, but he worried what would happen if he continued to pursue the mare. Vodnik’s power and control over his herd pressed deep to Ailill’s consciousness,

They were correct though. The longer they spent in the sweet scents of Paradise, the more the heavy draft would not be able to ignore the infraction that occurred. The colt sighed, trying to let his animosity escape him with his breath. If there was one thing he truly wanted for his herd, be they part of Paradise or otherwise, it was safety. At this time, they were not safe here. Regretfully, his eyes lingered on the forms of Macabre and Rowena. No, you cannot stay. Clear gaze flicked to. The playfully wicked shine gleaming in them. He could not resist the bait. As much as there was fear, as much as he would do anything to take those he knew and fought for, he could not pass up an opportunity. There was a chance he could use it. At least not all of you. His voice litted in a subtle challenge, daring Dracaena to walk to her words.