Greed takes its hold. He had begun his reign over the Cove as a mission to lure out Xiomara. He had her daughter and still she does not show. The whole reason to have the Cove was lost a long time ago so then why keep it? It was the greed taking its toll. His father had asked that their bloodline not die with him. If anything he could say that task was completed. So why keep up this charade?
Icy eyes watch the commons like a jaguar ready to pounce. The sun was now setting bringing the chill of nightfall with it. The cold didn't bother him. Just call him Elsa. Movement caught his attention as the mixed pony stallion turns his head to see who it was. The soft wind brings her scent to him, a scent much more sweet with fall. This stirs a strong emotion in him. One that only intensifies the greed.
The ivory stallion emerges from the treeline and gallops towards her. The sooty mare could try to escape him though maybe she would run joyously as Wynn had. The spotted stallion doesn't let up in his pursuit. His nose tucks close to his chest with labored breaths warming his skin.