Common

All at once, his pretense of being apathetic drops as if her decision to leave him had given him permission to reveal his true self. He wasted more time talking and Venom was rather content to continue ignoring him when he rather rudely surged ahead of her and tried to block her path. Given how open the Commons was, it wasn't as if she couldn't go around him, but her hackles were up and she intended to give him a piece of her mind, which caused her feet to still long enough for him to get into place.

"I don't care," she snapped haughtily, ears slicing into the tangle of her mane. She still intended to go around him when he finally finished speaking, but he instead reached for her physically. Such violence was not a thing she had witnessed between Sephiroth and her mother and she was unprepared to dodge it, allowing him to sink his teeth into her shoulders. The pain was instant and she shrieked in response - the sound a wordless outpouring of her rage as she jerked away from him. "How dare you!"

Venom was not tried in battle. She was a pretty thing, more akin to a dancer than a wrestler, but that did not stop her from whirling on her forehand to lash out toward the stallion with her hind legs. Once she had her feet back under her, uncertain if she had even made contact at all, she gathered her balance beneath her and immediately began to run. The last thing she wanted was a stallion that liked to cosplay as an emotionalless barnacle that thought it was alright to sink his teeth into a mare that didn't want to listen to him wax poetical about what he was or wasn't.

If he did not intend to love her, she did not intend to stay, and she would fight tooth and nail to ensure she had a chance at love in the future.

That being said, it was becoming quickly evident that if she were not able to outrun him, he would just keep trying to push her back. And while she might be fleeter of foot, she was also not the sort that particularly wanted to come out of this encounter covered with unnecessary scars. Snarling beneath her breath, she about-faced and glared at the offending creature. As of this moment, he had given her no reason to believe that she should waste any time getting to know him as his interests seemed to be largely centered on himself, himself, and himself.

That, however, did not mean that once his attention had wandered elsewhere that she might not be able to do the same thing herself while avoiding any unnecessary wounds.

She took care to keep separation between them, backing or whirling away if he attempted to get too close again, but she stopped attempting to run, opting to instead face him with ears pinned, eyes narrowed, and lips pressed tightly into a half-sneer. "Do not waste my time pretending to care what my name is, you lout." Her tail slashed harshly through the air, snapping viciously at her own flanks. It occurred to her that she might ask him why he was targeting her, but that question basically answered itself in her own mind. He was targeting her because it was her. Of course he was. And of course he would not be easily turned away from her either because, well, it was her.

"If you will not listen to reason, then I suppose you ought to lead the way to your hovel, but save your breath. I don't want to hear anymore about you." And she would go with him. Not willingly. Not happily. But she would, if only because she knew she was destined for far greater things than being a pawn for a stallion like him.