He was embarrassed, but at the same time beyond the whole emotion. He was so angry this was happening to him that he cursed the gods under his breath. Maybe this was his fault for changing his beliefs from the one he was born into. His grandfather was of Spanish decent and his mother had tried to teach him the religion she was born into and taught by her father. Warsaw only kept one bit of the religion, the part where the child was to honor the father and always introduce themselves with their sire's name following after their own. Wherever he went everyone would know his bloodline and he has passed this same teachings onto his young.

Celestria de Warsaw, Neferyt de Warsaw, Ironclad de Warsaw, Letavice de Warsaw, and many more. They were all his and he wants them all to take on his teachings and beliefs just as any parents would. Now the gods were punishing him for taking on the iconic teachings of Tinuvel and the cold regions. He couldn't remember who taught him about Odin and the gods, but he liked their religion and adopted it as his own. Now they hated him. Stone cold eyes do not leave the blue roan mare who now stands announcing herself as their new leader, but he glances around as more of his herd begin to show up.

Neon and Neferyt were first to arrive. As usually Neon was her usual bold self, but this time her snippy comments were not at Warsaw. He actually felt pride swell in his chest at the mare's words. He did not realize Neon agrees with his way of thinking when they had so many other differences. Vita Nova and their sons came next. His heirs were now without a throne, his Queen knocked down with him. He has failed his family. His Queen's voice asks what happens, but he doesn't respond. His eyes only glare at the same in front of them all until Vita Nova's touch snaps him out of his trance. He didn't have to guts to tell her what had just happened, but he gives her a glance and a quick 'kiss' of his lips on her cheek.

He gaze goes back to the mare in front of them, but only until Nova arrives. He could feel the tense air shift to annoyance as the mare strides towards the group. He knew the thoughts she must have right now seeing him fall and it boils his blood. At Nova's comment towards Vita Nova he wants to snap the head off her petite shoulders. "Shut up you!" He shouts, teeth baring. Nova stands beside the blue roan mare and this does not surprise him. Nova has never been his fan. This was when the blue roan began to move around them, sizing them up he assumes. She may had won the first round, but if she thought she could take them all on she would not win even with Nova on her side.

Xiomara. The name burns its way into his skull. He would never forget this mare and what she has put him through today. Nova would always laugh at him for losing even if he turned everything back in his favor. He would never hear the end of it. She turns to him and tells him to dismiss his 'playthings'. He chuckles at her word usage, but he obliges. I mean what else could he do? Warsaw turns to his mares and tosses his head to the side. "You heard her. All of you scat and I'll touch base with you later." There would be much to discuss once he learns what this blue mare intended to do with them all.