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The sound of thunder rumbled overhead and the patter of rain almost lulled the mare into a comfortable sleep. Glacial eyes barely peeked out from pale lids, crystalline drops hanging from ivory lashes. But as the thunder boomed once again, she pried open her eyes and perked her ears as the palms began to sway more violently around her. Just as she had done with every storm, Xiomara’s heart began to race with excitement that caused her skin to quiver with unspent energy. The waves that begun to crash against the Shore’s golden beaches called to her like a siren’s song and before she realized it, the blue roan queen moved away from her herd and out into the open. The wind whipped her mane and tail up and away from her flesh, tugging it with invisible fingers in further beckoning towards the torrent of water.


The further along Xiomara went, the faster she got. First a trot then a canter, until she was in a full on tilt towards the water with a maddening laugh. Her broad chest collided with the first wave she met, the salty water rushing up towards her face but she did not slow. Instead, she struck out with her front legs as if she were fighting a foe. But, rather that stay in the shallows where her hooves remained upon the sands beneath, the warrior woman continued to surge forward. Fighting the water did not bring the mare fear; it filled her with the same adrenaline rush she got in battle, making her addicted to the struggle.


When the Queen finally emerged from the water like a kelpie bent on sharing her wrath, it was not on the Shore’s sands. The firm earth beneath her hooves felt foreign as she had not been on the Crossing for quite some time. The shadows that clung on her surroundings felt welcoming and an unnerving smile curved her lips. The way her heart continued to hammer in her chest and the craving that filled her mouth for another was a long missed feeling she had not experienced in many long seasons. The need to taste blood, to feel bodies collide; Xiomara shuttered at the very thought. She needed that release.


Knowing she could not indulge her cravings anywhere else, the mare made her way to the Crossing. What she found there did not leave her disappointed.


At first, Xiomara just watched the stallion with calculating glacial eyes, while standing like a pillar in the rain. But as the stallion continued to prowl the otherwise empty land, she could not contain herself any longer. Head raising, neck arching, Xiomara’s feathered legs carried her at a lofty trot over to the stallion. Her soaked body nearly looked black against her bone colored face, and her thick mane clung to her muscled neck while she held her tail aloft. As she reached the stallion, she did not slow, angling to first thrust her shoulder against his before swinging her hip in to press her full length fully against his.


“You’re mine.” she silkenly purred in his ear as she reached over, dragging her blunt teeth along his neck. The taste of him on her tongue was not enough; she wanted his blood. But despite her craving, she did not draw her teeth on him again.