Common

The first stallion to approach her was not entirely what she had expected, or even what she had dared to hope for. There was no need or lust or desire glimmering in his eyes, no easy smile or winsome charm. Instead, something primal and cold, devoid of emotion or feeling or purpose emanated from him, and it put a halt to her pre-planned response. He seemed entirely unenthused about her existence despite the fact that pretty words fell from his honeyed tongue, and she paused, considering him.

The Commons had seemed exciting when the prospect of leaving her fate up to chance had seemed mostly weighted in the favor of a good outcome, but she was finding herself almost immediately regretting her choice of venue. Even so, Vivienne hadn't raised a quitter (although she hadn't done much raising at all), and so Venom fixed the man with a smile that smothered her nerves, tipped her head just so, and chuckled softly.

"I am entirely certain in all things I do, handsome." Her flaxen tail flicked daintily at her hocks, dragging along her cannon bone before being pulled away for another swipe. "I do not do things by accident."

Venom had spent the better part of a week doing what she could to absorb the art of flirtation through observation, and she put her fresh learning into practice now, letting her gaze fixate on the stallion's painted body piece by piece as if appraising him as a stallion might appraise a mare, before letting her gaze return to his face with a secret, lopsided smile.

"As for where I'm heading - I suppose that quite depends, doesn't it?" Her head tilted fractionally in an inquisitive manner, her heart still pounding restlessly in her chest. Although she was a little creeped out by his strange mismatch of demeanours, she knew that she had come here on purpose to find the sort of love that would rewrite history. The sort of love her maternal grandparents had shared. The sort of love that razed islands and tore worlds apart when separated. The sort that no one ever, ever forgot. And to that end, she needed to pursue love, whether it was freely given or clawed from the cold, lifeless eyes of a stallion like this.