mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

Do not come back


The words still echoed in Xiomara’s mind as she made her way to the rocky shore of Tinuvel. She only paused as the waves lapped at her hooves. Her eyes forward and her ears laced back. Fame had been a quick and fleeting thing for the blue roan woman, but she refused to be forgotten. Though she was leaving now, she WOULD come back. Whether the supposed Queen liked it or not.


With a destination in mind, Xiomara set out into the cold waters without looking back. Her strong feathered legs churned at the salty waters as she slowly made her way. She began to feel a change in temperatures the farther she went until her large chipped hooves struck sand. Pulling herself free of the waves, she strode up onto the beach of Atlantis. The thick fur coat she bore from the harsh winter climates of Tinuvel made water cling to her flesh, rolling off like a broken faucet onto the tan grains of earth. Her thick knotted mane that lay on both sides of her neck was stiff from the salt and her dreaded tail the same.


Holding her skull colored face high, she looked across the rocks that rose up before her and wondered if this was the Ridge. Warsaw had allies here and although she had secured that alliance with Rougaru, she wondered if this stallion would honor it? After all, their grey friend had accepted her and they had both been rejected by his queen.


There was no turning back now. Xiomara was here and she would make the best of it. Taking a deep breath, she stood there upon the beach and called out to the residing stallion whom she could not recall the name of.