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It had been some time now since Nyimara felt that rush of excitement coursing through her veins. Life in the Arch had become stagnant and familiar, a feeling that Nyimara did not enjoy nearly as much as she imagined that she might. Aranck was proud, his dark eyes menacing and his words even more pronounced with the threat that lingered behind them and yet still she found herself willing to follow wherever it was he found his mind wandering. However even the promise of his blunt teeth was not enough to soothe her as of late. Bjorn’s disappearance only another burr buried beneath her chocolate skin. An antagonist.

However the dark mare that stands before her proves to be a welcome reprieve from the normality of the days that had passed since the birth of her daughter. Instead of wheeling away with a scream of indignation or cowering in fear, the russet woman turned to meet her with a retaliating nip and dark lips curled backwards into the beginnings of a snarl. Small chocolate ears bury themselves beneath the thick mantle of silver curls as she moves forward to press against the woman, energized by the contact of blood that burned between them. She speaks, her voice thick and husky in its delivery and her words bring the beginnings of a sadistic smile to her lips. Oh how Aranck would love her.

But before she can continue her conversation with this intriguing creature further, their time together is interrupted rather abruptly. Hatred seethed in her dark eyes as the young golden stallion forced himself between them with a thrashing of hooves and smug comments. Dull hooves thud against her hip as Nyimara swung herself away from his teeth. The boy is of no concern to her and yet, as the dark mare begins to circle, Nyimara can feel the beast that slumbers within stirring, its golden eyes bright and alive with boiling blood. A Cheshire grin slides across her lips as a cackling laugh slips free. Tension builds beneath her chocolate skin as Nyimara angles her body to circle opposite the russet mare. Dark ears bury themselves beneath the thick mantle of wind-knotted silver mane. ”Care to face your demons boy?” she taunts, snaking her head towards his side in passing, blunt teeth reaching for his golden sides. ”Run back to the lagoon with your tail between your legs… where you belong.” she coos, brushing herself against the woman’s side in passing. A single dark gaze flits to meet the woman. ”You would be surprised at what the Arch can offer you.”