The mare was doing a good job keeping him from her young son, but Warsaw would focus on him later. Right now he would have fun mentally draining this mares so she would be too tired to attempt a swim back home. He smirks at her soft features, but he had not exactly predicted the fire in her words. This mare looked like the submissive type, but she spoke like a fighter. Warsaw was not easily decieved and he would break whatever spirit she had left before going back home.

"I have been fighting for what I want, but unfortunately you are now apart of that." His smirk dissapears, but his throat rumbles in an aggressive manner. "Your Queen makes everything so drawn out. This all could have all been solved last summer when I had her in my home. You see, she has lost every battle she has ever fought against me, but I still do now have what I want." He was unsure why he was telling her all this, but it really did't matter what she knew. What matters is how his new message would come across to Persephone.

His skull snakes out towards her with teeth biting at her shoulder. "Now turn for me so I can show you what a real stallion feels like." He threatens the mare with rape, the usual card he plays on his victims. His body begins to push into her to ensure she moves. "Do it or your colt will be taken from you." He snarls, mocha eyes never leaving her face.