She waited patiently for a perfect opportunity to approach him, waited and watched. The relationship between the golden stallion and Warsaw had always confused her. Though she made a point to never show any true interest, at least not where Warsaw might see... still there was something between the two... something she did not fully understand until recently.

Like a beaten pup Requiem moves through the Inlet, scolded hard time and again by his sire but not enough to make him leave and embark on his own elsewhere. Disgust rises like bile in her throat as the realization begins to make its way into her brain. She had let Warsaw's son mount her. Tuari, her precious daughter was the product of Warsaw's lineage. She had not escaped him after all.

Glacier eyes gleam as she finds him now, a sinister smile upon her ashen lips as she slides up beside him, her dark coat pressing against his coat of pale gold. "She is a pretty little thing is she not?" she begins, her words honey coated venom. Dark lashes blink slowly over silver blue eyes as she turns her gaze to his, searching his hansom features for some semblance of emotion. "Same color as her sire... Tuari is her name." she adds, long black tail flicking slowly back and forth against her sides.

For a moment she stands beside him in silence, her gaze softening as she watches Tuari's coat of pale gold, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. Oblivious to her mother's gaze the yearling continues to chase after Warsaw's foals, caught up in becoming apart of whatever game it was that the foals had come up with now. "It wont be long... she already asks questions. She will want to know why? Should I tell her?" she asks, her voice suddenly devoid of emotion as she turns her finely shaped muzzle to his. "After all, you sure didnt feel the need to tell me about you. It would only be fair would it not?" she asks, once more anger suddenly rising in her. Sure it wasn't fair to blame him for the fact that now her barrel began to swell with Warsaw's seed. He had made a point to keep her close this season, to mount her before she ever had the chance to slip away. He had taken what he wanted from her this time, and he had not been gentle. Still the marks are clear upon her barrel, where jagged hooves sheered fur. Teeth pierced the skin of her withers, nothing left but a slowly healing scar. It was his foal that spawned in her womb now and try as she might she could not hate it. It was all that she had left. The fire and ice in the hatred that burned between them. It was all that he would ever let her see. At least, until the war ran its course. He would be off fighting and perhaps, perhaps then she might be able to slip away.

"Even when I tried to get away from him, still you made sure it was his spawn." she growled, her tones hard.