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They moved together. A stranger might have assumed them to be dancing some exoctic dance foreign to the region were it not for the screams. Rage uncaged itself as the woman of blue smoke rose against her, sweating flesh pressing firmly against her own, the sickly slap of skin against skin and the scraping rub of jagged hooves against torn flesh. Somewhere deep down, Nyimara feels the beginning sting of pain as the darkling woman reached for her mane and pinched her flesh. The metallic odor of blood mingled with the damp smell of unturned earth and Nyimara is not sure whose it belonged to nor did she care. For the first time in her life, the thought of wounds or of scars does not cause her to fret or snarl her lips in disgust. For once, Nyimara feels nothing beyond the rush of adrenaline and the elation that came with the senseless battle.

Together they drifted, shoulder to shoulder one moment and side to side the next. One pulled and then the other, drifting together and apart in what might have been a never ending battle were it not for the exhaustion that strained their bodies. A single dark lobe flickers forward as her name draws pause from the woman’s attack. Was it the fact that she held her close, pressed her salt ridden body frothed in white over the blue black of the mare? Was it the sound of her name? The syllables of her voice that rang familiar even though she had no recollection of the woman? Almost at once the darkling dipped her head, to nip at the thin flesh along her leg and this time, Nyimara made no resistance. The sting of the dark woman’s teeth awakens her. It awakens the monster and causes the creature to purr and seethe, writhing beneath the flames of passion.

’If you’re a queen, I want to be one too.’ the words ring in such a lyrical tone that Nyimara cannot help but to laugh aloud. ”You? Queen? And it is simple as that is it not? Simple.” again she finds herself cackling in chaotic amusement. Dark eyes narrow on the woman before her, finely dished muzzle lifting higher. ”The islands demand more.” she breathes, her words a hushed reverence.

Once more she moves, closing the space that lay between them until her slender frame once again presses against the shivering blue smoke body. ”You could be a queen…. If you give them what they need…. What they want.” she murmurs again, her ashen velveteen pressing roughly into the curve of the dark woman’s neck, inhaling a deep breath of her unfamiliar, strange aroma. Lips part as blunt yellowing teeth rake over the point of her shoulder, ”Blood. Blood and power.” Satisfaction etches itself in the fine lines of her face as the mahogany mare takes a step backwards, her long silver white tail flicking slowly back and forth against her hips like a hunting mountain cat. A single ear rotates forward as she tilts her head away from the mare, expectantly, ”Join me. Join my army and the islands will run with the blood of our enemies.”