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Tigerlily still holds tight onto her reserve. Piercing blue eyes glare expectantly back into Nyimara as though the woman expected her to suddenly turn into a three headed dragon and attack. If only she knew that the three headed dragon lay in silent slumber just beyond the borders of the Arch. She would know soon enough though.

A hard snort blast past her lips as Nyimara scoffs at Tigerlily’s words. The beast within muffles the fierce growl that threatened to erupt from her lungs. A single brow arches as she blinks innocently at the black haired woman. ”How little you know me Tiger girl.” she teases, cocking a single hind limb against the ground in a display of languid ease. Dark eyes cast away from the looming mountaintops and to the horizons beyond where she knows Luthien lay. The battle seemed a lifetime ago and yet even now the calling of war and spilled blood boiled within her veins. ”I fought for him. I fought to keep him safe from the allies he tried to betray at your desires. I fought to prove that his herd, his pack, was built of strong mares determined to protect and defend what we held dear.” she murmurs, fixing her gaze once more upon Tigerlily. ”At least I made my decision. You alone turned his ear only to take part in the very war you protested.” she murmurs, her tones sweet as honey soaked venom.

She moves closer, and Nyimara neither tenses nor recoils. Instead, piercing black eyes keeps hers fixated within her own gaze. Tigerlily’s soft lips brush against her own sleek flesh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins and stifling the growing beast within her breast. She promised that Nyimara knew nothing of her strength, and of that the russet mare was sure to be true. Years of struggle had altered them all, forced on by both her own hand and that of the will the fates bestowed upon them. It is only when the woman murmurs against her skin, only when the sharp sting of Tigerlily’s teeth pierce the skin of her neck does once more the tension build beneath her skin. Where once, Nyimara would have been furious at the feel of another’s teeth against her own perfectly flawless hide, now… now she reveled in it. The time spent in Aranck’s company was twisting her mind and coloring her thoughts with each new scar.

The metallic odor of blood trickles into the air and one drop and then two drip from the welted rise left by Tigerlily’s nip. No. It was not Bjorn’s scent that lingered on her skin. Truthfully it is a surprise that it had taken the mare this long to figure it out. The snare was tightening around Tigerlily’s throat. Tangled webs of words weave an elaborately painted picture, woven tight with gossamer threads and beautiful lyrics. The white faced woman didn’t even see it come. Not until Ysabel appeared.

Dark eyes shift to fixate upon the golden form as Ysabel prances to a stop alongside Tigerlily. Ash dusted lips twitch as Nyimara fights back the hate filled snarl that threatens to dismantle the sympathetic expression upon her features. Ears fold backwards amid the silver-white threads of her mane as proudly her mahogany head lifts. ”Ysabel… I guess they cannot keep even the riff-raff out of this place.” she snorts giving her proud head a shake. Ysabel goes on to bark about her family holding ties to the Inlet longer than Bjorn’s family and Nyimara cannot help but to laugh, taking a bold step forward to bring her own small muzzle even with the pale woman. Dark eyes narrow as lips peel back into a fierce snarl. ”The Inlet is Bjorn’s RIGHTFUL home. But you care not… you are a traitor even from before then aren't you?” she murmurs, her eyes twinkling in mirth. ”You betrayed him… and betrayed him still… so move on little mare, your stench is beginning to foul the air. “ she finishes before turning once more to Tigerlily. ”It’s true, Bjorn took far too long to return. However I secured the Arch for him myself. There is another there now too but he is of little importance.” she adds with a flick of her long silver white tail. ”I have not lied to you Tiger girl. But take it as you will. Either you join us in the Arch peacefully or by force. The choice is your own.” as sadistic smile twists her lips as she turns once more back to Ysabel. ”Your daughter found that out the hard way.”