She does not notice when he detaches himself from the group that Warsaw had gathered. In all honesty Nova had not paid much attention to him at all. She heard that he was the so called king of the Bay lands that bordered the Inlet and that he had some sort of allegiance to Warsaw that made the gray stud believe himself to be the ultimate authority. There were rumors, for Nova was not one to ignore what was so easily overheard, that it was Warsaw that had put the golden stallion in his place as lead, but Nova had little care to weigh in her beliefs on this fact.

Nonetheless, when his hooves rustle the drying foliage nearby Nova draws her mind away from the distant thoughts of places far away and turns to meet his gaze with icy blue eyes. Every muscle in her body tenses, expecting to see the gray stallion with anger written upon his grin features. Instead it is the creamy golden stallion who approaches her now, his gaze curious and somewhat nervous in the way that his ears continue to flicker back and forth as if he expected too at any moment the gray warlord would appear. For a moment they remained still as statues, her eyes of pale blue locked upon his own dark pools, a single dial atop her skullcap flickers forward as pivotes her heels and turns to face him, raising her proud head defiantly. Her first thought is that Warsaw sent him, determined to keep her in check and close to his herd but not deeming her worth the time to fetch her himself. If that is what has brought him she was determined not to make the task as easy one, perhaps she might even land a firm bite or two upon his pretty cream colored skin. Nova doubted that he would return to Warsaw and whine about her but if he did, she would give him a reason.

However the words that fall from his mouth leave her in a moment of utter shock. Silver blue eyes widen in disbelief as tiny cupped ears disappear beneath the thick mantle of curling onyx hairs. "Have you lost your mind?!" she snaps, venom coating the usual honeyed lyrics of her lilted voice. She takes one daring step towards him, teeth clenching as she lifts her delicate facade, "If I do not want Warsaw to touch me, what makes you think I'd let his right hand lacky touch me?!" she asks snorting furiously and stomping her foreleg against the hard ground.

She turns away from him now, letting her gaze travel over the rolling waves that crashed against the pebbled shore and summoning what peace she could from the quiet scene that surrounded them. For a moment she let her mind wander to the possibilities of the future. Even now she could smell the aroma of estrus that seeped from her skin, no doubt Warsaw would make good on his promise soon and as much as she hated to admit it, the golden stallion's words were indeed true. No matter how hard she fought against him, one way or the other, Warsaw would not leave her in peace until he was sure that she carried a son for him to give away to the lagoon lackeys. Her heart dropped. Warsaw would not give her much of a choice, but at least in this instance, she could make the decision herself. She did not like the idea of having to choose this stallion, but she liked the idea of Warsaw on top of her even less. At least this way, perhaps there was a chance that the golden stallion would grow a pair of balls and stand up to Warsaw. It was a slim chance she knew but a chance none the less.

Once more she turns to look at him, a sort of resigned sadness lingering in her pale voids as she forced herself to release the tension building up in every muscle of her body. Warsaw may have taken her innocence, but it was she who would stand against him now. She does not say anything, does not welcome him with a lover's embrace or with adoration in her gaze. No, instead there is nothing. Long black tail flicks aside as she turns her gaze away and lets him take what he wants of her, reminding herself that at least he was not Warsaw.