The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

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XIOMARA

SKULL FACED WARRIORESS OF THE SHORE

It was in the quiet hours of morning that Xiomara leaves her herd. She almost feels as if she is sneaking off, and in a way she was, but it wasn’t to meet a secret lover. The thought of Solomon ever being such caused a snort to escape her nares, the warm air harshly exhaling on the cooler morning breeze just as her front hooves touch the gentle lapping waves on the shore. The thought of making the swim to the crossing held no appeal, but the Queen easing off into the salt water’s clutches anyways. After he demand, there was no way that she would back out now.


When Xiomara pulled herself up onto the Crossing’s beach, she pauses to shake away the water then let her eyes sweep the bank. There was no sign of anyone, but as her nostrils flare, she catches the musk of the Tinuvel King. Strangely, it doesn’t make her ears pin, but it does cause her tail to snap from one flank to the other in irritation. If it wasn’t for Angel liking the dunalino mare, the warrior woman wouldn’t even be putting this much effort into it. So far the brute gave her no reason for an alliance. She had beaten him, taken from him and still she held nothing to show for it. Xiomara had given up Ensign with no fuss, not even breaking the illusion that he had made that it was a vacation. Had bent to his will that she change her challenge from one mare to the next, as if he did not value Ensign as much as the other. Perhaps he didn’t since she had not given him a child?


As his scent grew stronger, her glacial eyes finally spot him in the open next to the water’s edge of the Falls. Already his coat is changing for the coming season, and she holds no doubt that he is irritated not to be with the women of his home and possibly women elsewhere. But the small twist had been pleasing to irk him. Its not like her hormonal body was enjoying this either.


“Solomon.” she greeted. Her frigid tone matching her glacial gaze. The Queen stops only a few paces away, keeping her heated body at a safe distance. “I’m surprised to see you have left your harem.” Which wasn’t a lie. Perhaps he truly did wish to take this alliance seriously.

Mutt - Blue Roan - 15.2 hh - Olaf x Xina - Frost



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