Meadow

He does not attempt to challenge Rougaru. The other stallion could throw out his chest and speak honeyed words of thrones and kingdoms. If the vixen was easily ensnared by status then she was not for his liking. Those who only had thirst for power and prestige were a bore.

"It would be a shame to be forgettable due to one's inability to entice and ensnare." It was said casually, a shoulder lifting in a small shrug. She was the spider, her actions the web and they were her prey. Could she devour them both?

As her attention focuses once more on Rougaru, Devil allows himself a chance to truly take in the other stallion. He is nothing to scoff at and Devil can feel respect bud within his chest. Rougaru may be his rival for the vixen but Devil can respect the man that he is. The days of picking fights with anyone was behind him -- Devil was old enough to respect Rougaru but not kneel.

"My name is Devil's Retribution. I would apologise for not bearing a title such as king but that life is decades behind me. I would rather savour life's simple pleasures instead of tending to every small dispute of herd life."

The constant demands of mares, the squalling of foals and the insistent demand of combat via stallions attempting to steal was not on Devil's to do list. The vigour's of youth were behind him. He had sown his oats and carved out his own legacy before disappearing eons ago. His return would be a quiet affair -- only marked by a dalliance or two.

"You may call me whatever you desire. My only request is that I may call you Vixen." Devil had no interest in directly speaking to Rougaru. The stallion bathed in earth could make his move but Devil had other priorities. If their named happened to be Vanya....well what could you do?

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