A hiss slipped through clenched teeth at the guffaw spilling from the stallion's mouth. He had no right to happiness within these borders just as his clan had made sure that she had no right to happiness trapped within Uumalah's walls. The smirk that twisted at his mouth made her want to retch - all of him made her want to retch. His voice was grating and bloated with ego; it caused an acrid, choking smoke to coil in her belly -

A vaporous serpent snapping and twining about her innards, forcing her limbs into a rage-filled paralysis.

Oh, how her mind toyed with imagery of him at her feet, begging and begging for the sweet release of death. How her conscious twisted at the strands of reality to shred that lovely rouged skin into strips of bloodied flesh. How sweet would it be to watch him fall, to be the one that orchestrated his demise. Another hiss as he dubbed her a sharp edge in his native tongue, another furious blaze coursing through veins at his words; the mention of Uumalah, the patronizing tone of his voice as he asked after her place.

Her place was with her hooves at his neck.

Her thoughts came rushing to the forefront, perched patiently upon the tip of her tongue only to be interrupted by the arrival of her Queen. Elsa's continuing absences had been noted and Orithia couldn't help but nurture a sort of questioning concern for her leader. The icy mare's welcome, while pretty enough in word composition, fell flat in tone and Orithia resisted the urge to question her sovereign.

Just as quickly as her concerns rose, they were tamped down by the Plains Rat's words, his voice trussed up in honey and sunlight. Pastel eyes narrowing, the blushed mare clicked her teeth a few times in an amused sort of distaste, "What he means is that he has tired from the pleasure houses in Uumalah and has grown bored with the whores in his fathers' harem and he has come to Helovia seeking more to pillage and more to deflower." She resisted the urge to spit at his hooves, to lash out at his devilishly handsome face, to dig into his flesh with her teeth.

To castrate him.

"Tembovu comes from the same plains, I thought it would be better for the Rat to remain under the watch of those who knew their ways. What say you, Elsa?"