It has come to his attention that he hasn't gotten out of Tinuvel in quite awhile. He always tries to stay put in the winter, but springtime has kept him busier than usual with all the new members of his blood. Now that the islands were in the middle of summer, Warsaw was finding he had more time to do other things. His herd was a decent size, but still too small for his liking. He aimed to have a kingdom full of mares to spread his young and mate his young colts when they grew up. He would need to find a mate for his heirs at some point, but he still had plenty of time for that.

He was bored today so Warsaw decided it was time to take a swim. He knew just the place to visit, too. The grey stallion takes to the ocean and finds the shore of the island littered with trees. He hadn't even made it out of the water before he sees a target. Young, how he likes them. They were much easier to manipulate and lie to when they were young. Neon was young, Nova was young, and Ylva was young. His lead mare was the oldest he had, but he kept her around for special reasons. The black mare walks the shoreline and all Warsaw could think of was how lucky he was. The mare would be easy to pluck out of her home so close to the sea.

He rushes towards her with the loud sound of water spraying and sloshing against his body. His drenched form comes towards her with long strides. "You look lonely. Come take a journey with me." He says as he rounds the mare, blocking her escape route into the forest. He attempts to drive her towards the sea with a smirk on his lips.