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Nyimara has always found herself attracted to pretty faces. To be fair, the islands were teaming with them. However, there were not very many around that held her attention for longer than a few precious hours. She had quickly discovered that not much lay behind those glittering masks. No brains. No ambition. No drive for greatness. Things that she clawed to with hungry desperation. This stallion though, something in the glint of his azul eyes has her rapt attention. That gleam is familiar, recognizable as something that danced in her own dark eyes when she stared into the water’s mirrored surface….. Ambition.

The stare that meets her is appreciative, not apprehensive as she has come to expect. Inside, the beast purrs its pleasure, its golden eyes glittering with anticipation. She arches her slender neck just a bit more, tilting her dished facade just a bit higher, pleased by the shine in her companion’s gaze and the ghosting smile that tugs the corners of his ashen lips upwards. ’Who wouldn’t take advantage of low hanging fruit…’ the rather matter of fact tone of his voice causes her to chuckle knowingly. True enough. She does not bother to offer her own remark, the chuckle proof enough that she too had taken advantage of just that herself. Hell, that's how she had come into possession of the Dunes. They had merely been ripe for the taking, abandoned… forgotten. All the pieces of her chess set were beginning to fall perfectly into place. She would cultivate a strong herd of warriors and the islands would all cower before her in fear and awe. Solomon and any who ever scorned her would burn beneath the fires of her fury.

He continues now, stretching forward to tease a straying strand of her silver white mane between his lips. Excitement courses through her veins as he delves closer still, his whiskered labrums tracing burning patterns into the sensitive brown skin exposed to his touch. Small, cupped ears tilt back towards the sound of his voice, a coy grin spreading impishly across her own lips as she snakes her chiseled head towards him, pressing the side of her cheek into the side of his. Her small muzzle parts as yellowing teeth graze lightly over the fine hairs along his throat. ”Sometimes fangs help with that.” she breathes, closing her jaws to press a soft kiss against his cheek as he retreats to once more place a bit of space between them. The air around them is thick and heady with unspent tension and glorious lust. She can feel the saliva welling up in her mouth at the thought of his strong frame pressed against her own. Already the images of Bjorn that had only moments ago been so vivid and clear begin to ebb away, ushered into the recesses of her mind where they belonged.

’Quinn’ he names himself. Silently, the beast replays the syllable on her tongue, memorizing it for future use. Quinn was quickly becoming an all consuming presence in her mind. He reaffirms her assumptions that somehow he was previously tied to the islands. He didn’t quite have the ‘deer facing down predator’ look that most newbies had. Perhaps that was what had first initially attracted her to him? Whatever the reason, she was fully invested now… but that did not mean that she was finished playing the part of coy seductress. He asks who she is and once more that dramatic flare rears its head. Dark lashes blink slowly over dark eyes as she angles her body closer to his own as though a secret were being passed between long-lost lovers. ”I am the hunter behind the fangs…” she purrs. Her long tail flicks back and forth against her hips slowly, like a hunting cat surveying its territory and the herds of deer within it. ”But you can call me Nyimara…. I am the Queen of Salem’s Dunes.” she continues, lifting her small muzzle again as her petite breast swells with pride. It wasn’t much, the spotted stallion had left nothing behind and the sand storm that tore over the landscape shortly after her arrival had made sure to wipe the land new. Most looked down on Salem and the apparent bareness that was the Dunes. Nyimara saw them as an opportunity. The harsh environment built strong, hardy horses… just what she needed when it came to building an empire.

She draws her mind back from her thoughts and tilts her head towards him once more. A cheshire grin sliding across her lips, ”You will join me won’t you? I would hate to have to show you how sharp my teeth can be, especially on our first night together.” she teases.