Twin-lunar despotism.

Raven watched his attempts and shook her head, folding her arms.
"I take it you need more help then?" She said, her sharp sight spotting the lack of fuel signaled on the dial. At the back of her mind, she was beginning to doubt that such a simple minded person could ever be a risk to her family.

Vladimir laughed, embarrassed. He grinned stupidly at Raven, scratching the back of his head, before he jumped out of the jeep again. "You're taking the right thing, I guess," Vladimir answered, "I just need to get to a small city a few miles from here. Ain't that big of a trip."

Raven mentally rolled her eyes again and whistled, taking the rope out of her bag again. This time she harnessed both Sarkan and Merlas to the jeep before swinging herself up onto Midnight Star.
"They'll be able to drag the jeep as far as the city, but then you're on your own."

Vladimir jumped into the jeep, quickly attaching his seat belt, preparing for the small trip.
"Heh, thanks a lot," Vladimir replied, smiling at Raven. He turned his eyes up front, and subconsciously tightened his seat belt. He gripped his bag and threw it to the second front seat, and closed it firmly. He readied himself on the seat, and did a small hand sign to Raven that the dragging could begin.

Raven said something to the two megusi, and they started pulling, dragging the jeep through the sand. Neither had particular difficulties with the task, but the heat didn't help them. They started up a regular pace, Midnight keeping step with them while carrying Raven.

Vladimir kept his hands tightly gripping to something, the left on the wheel and the right to the side of the seat. He wondered why they were helping him if he was of a considerable-enough risk to their 'clan', but he didn't ask.
Vladimir could see, in the horizon, despite the heat waves, the small city he had talked about. A small, unnoticeable smirk crawled on his lips.

Merlas and Sarken walked stride for stride, heading closer to the city. Raven didn't look back when Vladimir smirked, but there was something nagging at the back of her mind about his story. She decided that the sooner they reached the city, the better. Murmuring something to Sarkan, the two mares picked up their pace, breaking into a trot.

Vladimir's hands naturally clenched harder against the leather seat and wheel as both horses sped up. Even though Vladimir was (forcefully) used to this kind of speed, just seeing the two horses drag a vehicle the weight if his was just astonishing.
For him, at least.
As the city drew close, he casually glanced around, expecting something to happen. Of course, nothing did, and it was better that way.

Raven told the two mares to stop as they reached the inner edge of the outskirts, not wanting to go any further due to the fact that there were three pegusi there and the community there was most probably all human. Merlas and Sarkan stopped, breathing heavily. Raven quickly dismounted, untying the pegusi.
"This is as far as they'll take you. Best not go any further." She said, not turning round to face Vladimir as she untied the various knots.

Vladimir looked up, and smirked slightly. He jumped out of the jeep, using his hand to push off the door, turning his head once again to the city. "Well, Raven," he replied, "thanks for your help. You can leave the jeep here, it's not like anyone will try to steal something without any gas in it."
He turned his eyes to the two pegusi, still smiling. "And I ain't forgetting you. Thanks." He turned his head to the city, and felt a wave of nausea go over him, which he quickly held down. He always felt dizzy after a ride, or whenever looking at the city. "I'll just need to walk five or ten minutes to get where I need to be. I couldn't have gotten to the mayor's important meeting if it weren't for you."

Raven nodded once, not really paying attention as she rewarded the two pegusi for their work. As far as she was concerned, the sooner Vladimir left, the better for the pair of them. It gave her less time to think about how to kill him.

Vladimir, just in case, took the keys, and shoved them deep inside a pocket. He patted it once, and waved Raven goodbye as he walked away. His footsteps made slight tapping noise against the ground as he entered slowly and cautiously into the city, his brown, spiked-up hair flowing gently with a short breeze.
He sighed quietly to himself, regretting that his time with Raven was already over. It had been long since he hadn't met any real women.

Raven was just packing the rope away when Midnight decided that it would be fun to follow Vladimir instead. The playful colt bounded after Vladimir, catching up easily and grabbing hold of his bag in play. Raven yelled out the pegasus' name, starting to give chase, knowing that the other two pegusi had to rest.

Vladimir felt a tug on his bag, and he turned his head, only to meet nose-to-nose with one of the horses he had encountered earlier. The brutal vision of the horse made him jump, but he then relaxed, caressing the pegasus' forehead hesitantly, before trying to retrieve his bag.
"Now, now, you better stay with Raven."

The pegasus gave a disgruntled squeal, holding Vladimir's bad upside down while he pranced out of the way of the part angel. Raven lunged, but the colt danced out of the way again, obviously enjoying the game he felt he was playing. Raven growled, her eyes narrowing. This was exactly the game she didn't want to be playing with the hyperactive pegasus at that moment.

Vladimir's eyes widened as he noticed his bag wasn't on him anymore. He stared at it in the pegasus' mouth, dangling. It was upside down. Meaning that the bottles could fall. The bottles full of holy water. And it was hard to get holy water around in the desert.
"Hey!" Vladimir yelled, dashing after the horse, "I need that bag! Like, right now! Or, uh, I'll miss the mayor's conference! Important, uh, thing! Whatever, give it back!"

Midnight continued to dance away everytime either Vladimir of Raven managed to get close. His tail was held high, his eyes gleaming.
"Midnight, stop playing around and give the bag back you stupid pegasus!" Raven threatened, but this just added to the game for the colt.

Vladimir lunged for the colt, but face-planted himself on the ground. Cramping his head, muttering a curse word, he got back up. If the pegasus went wild right now, what would the inhabitants of the city think? They wouldn't believe a winged horse came from nowhere. Maybe a scientific explanation that went wrong.
Anyways, he thought.
Vladimir continued to run after the pegasus, huffing for air.

Raven lunged for the horse again, but only managed to grab one of the straps of the bag. Midnight let the bag drop, kicking up his heels with a disgruntled squeal at the thought of his game ending. Raven barely registered the sound of one of the glass bottles breaking as she finally managed to grab hold of the colt's mane, brining the game to an end.

Vladimir took the bag as quickly as he could, and he hurriedly looked into it. In the darkness, he couldn't see anything, so he plunged one hand inside. He grabbed a bottle, and then another... Then he yelped out in pain, taking his hand away from the bag. A long cut went from the inside of the index to the back of his palm. He uttered a curse word out loud, and lifted the bag. It was dripping.
"Gah," he mumbled, "well, that's one of the bottles... I should have taken those plastic ones..."

Raven quickly tied a rope around the now dejected looking Midnight, her face looking thunderous. She said something to his, her tone murderous before she turned to look at Vladimir, checking to see if he had recovered his bag in one piece.

Despite the fact that he had one bottle less, Vladimir saw it optimistically.
Well, that'll give me one more reason not to call Damascus.
He laughed quietly to himself, putting the bottles cautiously back into the bag, closing it, and heaving it over his shoulder. He scratched the back of his head, turning to Raven.
"Eh, it's okay. I just kinda wasted a little of my time, but nothing a good run couldn't help."

Raven, breathing slightly heavily, nodded once.
"Sorry about that. Midnight has... high spirits and a pain-in-the-butt attitude." She said, glaring at the colt who was doing his best to attempt an innocent look as Merlas and Sarkan ambled slowly over.

"No need to be sorry," Vladimir replied, still grinning, "everyone gets sorta wild every now and then, don't they? Anyways," Vladimir added, taking a look back, "I gotta go. I don't know what the meeting's about, but I'm sure it's gotta be dead serious."

Raven nodded once.
"I'd better get back to the clan before Midnight causes any more damage." She said, sighing. The mad chase had tired her out even more, and she was not in the best of moods with the colt. All she knew was that she would be glad to get home so that she could curl up and sleep.