Rannoch studied the fae, and wondered what was keeping her so calm. Nostrils flaired as he sniffed the air, trying to see if she had some kind of back up somewhere, but he came to the conclusion that it was just the two of them in this thick forest. So why wasn't she scared? Why did she only get scared at times, and why didn't she stay that way? All these questions flitting through his head made him want to scream, what was it with her? The stupid vixen was too interesting for her own good. Did she actually want him to take her with him? Surely she didn't, no fatale could be that stupid, perhaps she didn't know what his intentions were. That had to be it, because she had no way of knowing, she couldn't read his mind.

This thought made him relax slightly, however, as her next words echoed around in his cranium, his muscles bunched again, she really wasn't afraid of him right now. He took another step closer, their pelts now touching, "I am under no obligation to explain myself to you, wench." he hissed in her face. He was so close to her that he could feel her hot breath on his own face, and yet it didn't come out in the short quick gasps that a frightened fae's did, this only did to upset and intrigue him even more. His stormy optics narrowed again as they held her brown ones, he was going to figure this mare out... No matter how long it took.

Rannoch looked at the fae that was so much smaller than him, he felt nothing for her, he felt nothing for anyone, but the way she melted when their pelts touched. A smirk found its way onto his kissers, so this femme seemed to feel something for him. Well, if he decided to take her with him, it would make things so much easier. Perhaps he would make her queen of his herd, no other fatale had been able to entertain him like she, it would only be fitting to have her at his side, all the time. All his and no one else's, he liked the idea of that, he liked the idea of having property. Of course, she would have to share him, it was only natural, but he wouldn't share her. He didn't care if she wanted to share him or not, what she wanted was none of his concern, after all.

At her next statement, his lobes perked a bit. Interested her? How odd, it was her job to be of interest to him. Just as he was about to get upset with her, he noticed her body language, and relaxed, she was merely telling him her thoughts. Well, it was time to pick her brain a bit more, "Why do I interest you," his cold voice was caught on the wind, and blew all around the forest, making an eerie effect, one that he quite enjoyed. He could hear all the little animals skittering around, and this only added to his pleasure, he loved the fact that he struck fear into others.

Rannoch gave her his full attention, at her first vocalization, he snorted. He was in no way attractive, at least, he didn't think himself so, and no one else ever had before either, or maybe they had, but were too afraid to tell him. Her second statement made his blood boil. The way he tried to scare her!? This fae was off her rocker, just as he was about to go off, he noticed that she wasn't finished speaking, and the reason he restrained himself was beyond even his own comprehension. When she was finished his stormy gray eyes flashed a bit, making them look as if there was a thunder storm going on behind them, which indeed there was. No other equine he had ever met had not feared him, and yet she was brave enough to say it to his face.

He took a hard step forward, his shoulder hitting her's roughly. "The way I try to scare you," he hissed, teeth gnashing together, "How about I show you the true meaning of fear?" Rannoch wasn't teasing anymore, he was done playing with his prey, she still interested him, so he wouldn't just rape her and leave her here, no, she was coming with him, but she would learn to fear him, she hadn't done so the easy way, so perhaps there was only one way to show her how to do so. But there was something inside him, something that didn't want him to, but the part that did was so much stronger, that he didn't even feel the part that didn't want it.

Rannoch merely snorted at the fae as she gave her explanation. His silver orbs narrowed and he felt the urge to kick her in the head until her brain fell out, he had done so before, and he found it a very satifying way to kill a fellow equine, and yet, she interested him too much for him to do the same to her. Her words had confused him slightly, she wasn't even his yet, why did she think he would protect her? That was just out of the question for him, protecting something that wasn't his. He backed away from her, their pelts no longer touching, and the coldness it left on his chest felt better, felt more natural, and did a lot to calm him. He gnashed his teeth together again as he began to think, he was pretty sure she wasn't in heat, otherwise he would smell it, but who knows. Well, he was going with the context that she wasn't in heat. He wasn't just going to rape her and leave her, he had made up his mind about that, she was coming with him, but if she wasn't in heat, then there was no use breeding to her, because she wouldn't foal.

He looked at the white fatale for a moment, and then decided that he would merely mark her, but first he had a question, "Why did I make you feel safe, surely you knew I wouldn't protect you," he anger was absent from his voice, however, the coldness wasn't, it never would be. If the mare thought he was going to change for her, then she was terribly mistaken. With an air of finality, he stepped forward and nipped her shoulder as hard as he could, she was going to be his, and then she would be under his protection. Perhaps this wasn't other stallions way of claiming, he didn't know nor care what other stallions did, this was the way things had worked in his birth herd, and it was the way they were going to work in his. Of course he hadn't asked her permissiont to claim her, but what she thought didn't matter anyway.

Rannoch made a face at her, and tossed his dial to the left. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted an explaination, but he didn't really want to give her one. It really was her business what he had just done to her, but he was in a bad mood right now, so he might just let her wonder, then again, he was getting quite tired of standing here, perhaps it was time to take her back to his land. But he would have to tell her what was going on if he wanted to take her, because, well, how else was he going to get her to come.

"I have just claimed you, you are mine now." he explained shortly, stormy eyes narrowing at her.

He felt like... being mean to someone. Meaning, he wanted to bash someone's brains out and then laugh, but there was no one around to do that to, because he certainly couldn't do that to her, because then how was she going to join his herd and have his children, she certainly couldn't do so dead. He snorted out of annoyance, wanting a vent.

But as of now, he didn't have one, so he would just have to make due. He turned to the side, and then lowered his apex to the ground, and began to munch away at the sweet grass. He was waiting to see if she had any obligations or whatever, to see if he would have to force her to his land. But it didn't matter anyway, though the latter seemed like much more fun.