Vanya was a spirited creature, one of the intoxicatingly delicious traits he found that he most adored about her. Of course she was beautiful, stunning in the angelic way she managed to curve her neck and dance with such effortless grace. Pleasing too was the sensual banter in which they consistently found themselves. While more times than not it ended in raw lust, still he could not help but feel it all worked in the manner with which she wanted. She might play the victim well, but she was far from innocent and mistreated.

She retaliates against his sensual touch in the same fashion he knew she would. The pinch of her teeth against the tender skin of his foreleg. Her hot breath against his skin sends shivers of pleasure coursing through his veins, once more putting his mind at odds with the wants of his body. He wanted to need her. Wanted to plant his seed inside her fertile body even if it meant her hatred. The wolf salivated at the thought, revisiting its own memories of the coupling upon his mind until he is not sure he trusts himself to move when she steps away. She wanted this of him. She controlled his actions with her marionette strings that somehow wound there way around his body without his knowing.

However, for all her games and taunting quips, today the tides turned.

She is careful to keep her gaze from him as first the words fall from his lips. Nonetheless, he does not miss the tension in her skin or the sudden stillness to her rigid body. The tinkering of laughter that peels from her lips holds a new tension that had been absent only moments before. Suddenly, the sensual desires and hunger that drove him took a whole new meaning. Ears perk forward amid the caramel colored tendrils of his mane as the stallion watched her, the wolfish grin still firmly planted upon his lips. He had her now.

Yellow eyes flash behind emerald green as she turns to face him. Whiskered maw snorts as her obsidian tail lashes against his lips with a satisfying sting. He had her. She asks if he has lost his mind, but the darkness in her eyes screams that she knows that answer. A proud chuckle rumbles from his lungs as he dips his head ever so slightly towards her. "Come now Vanya, when have you ever known me to be senile?"

He listens to her as she rants now, the agitation becoming more and more clear as she fights to regain control of the situation and turn the tides once more into her favor. A smug expression falls across his strong features as mildly he blinks at her words, cocking a single hind hoof to display his relaxation and ease. It might infuriate her but well, that was part of the fun was it not? At least the wolf saw it so. She asks what it is he wanted with Drogon and to this he rolls his shoulders, taking a daring step forward. "Yes I do have my fair share of heirs, plenty of foals run these islands with my blood in their veins." he ponders forcing his gaze to remain relaxed as he gazes down the trail that moments ago Drogon himself had vanished down. Absently he blinks at the colt's hoofprints in the rich soil even going so far as to bend his head and take a deep breath of the colt's track. "None will deny my love for foals... mine or not. He might not be my blood but that does not mean I do not care for him any less." he adds turning to gaze at her with a mischievous smile. "Of course... if you want to take the only father he has ever known away from him, explain how his mother turned her tail up for a wandering vagabond... I'm sure it is a lovely tale he will enjoy hearing. Might turn his opinion of you but I don't really see how I have much at risk. Might just drive him to my side anyway." he taunts as she steps towards him. The anger on her face coupled with the threat in her words does nothing more than rise the heat that already seared his veins. Despite himself he can feel the hunger growing in his loins as he arched his own thickly muscled neck. "I think my hard is a rather good one. Not all battles must end in bloodshed. Some fights can be quite... satisfying wouldn't you agree? If you want to stay... you need only ask... little dove." he purrs stretching his muzzle forward to trace the pulsing vein along her chocolate neck.