The tension still hums in the air, dangerous. Vadim shifts nervously, ever restless to his bones. The words provide him some relief though- it seems the imminent danger of a fight has passed. Which is good. Vadim has no idea what he would have done if the monster had tried to engage him. Run, probably. Run and hope that his wind-borne speed was faster. Though he came here to escape it, now he yearns for the questionable safety of the Solterran sands. He knows people there, at least, and the terrain is familiar. Funny, he had thought that he would feel threatened by someone of Day Court- and this beast certainly wasn't. Solis left an imprint on those who called his land home, and Black Plague did not have such a mark in manner or scent.
Cautiously he takes another step back from the black, then two, until there is some space between them. A soft snort escapes the golden stallion's wide nostrils. "Mares." The words is muttered, derisive. It is not that he doesn't respect the females of his kind, not at all. It is that he does not understand this power they have to drive stallions crazy. They have never held such sway over him (not that he'll admit as much to a stranger). "Watch as you will. The company I keep is my own concern."
He turns his back on the black steed. His body, lithe and angular, stretches into an easy walk to carry him back towards Solterra. He's not even sure when the Day Court became a safe place. He only knows that now he wishes nothing more than to be back there. And echo of home is better than the hostility of a stranger.
@BlackPlague
