Desert

Leaders: Nyimara, Asmodeus, Quinn

Stallions: None

Mares: Kara, Kohelet, Rhaynira, Syrax

Foals: Cahyr

i could set this world on fire
Posted on January 14, 2024 at 05:44:05 AM by DACIANA

I COULD SET THIS WORLD ON FIRE & CALL IT RAIN;

Dejected.

She could not bring her self to look into her lover's eyes, so she isolated herself. Wandered across the barren landscape, beneath the harshest sun - anything to not feel the disappointment, the guilt. (All of which she had put on herself.)

It was her fault. And how could she ever even begin to explain herself. IF she had been there to protect their home - none of this would have happened - they would still be home. She could have chased the silver haired witch back to her barren hell.

The feelings of incompetence weigh heavy across her shoulders as she wanders beneath the relentless sun. The dry sand shifts beneath her weight as she ascends the dune. Sweat darkens her splotched coat and dampens the skin beneath her thick, knotted mane. She once found herself Queen of a barren land much like this - relentless sun, craggy desert cliffs and miles of sand. It draws a similarity to her birthplace, an pitiless sweeping desert scape. A place that hardened those who survived its sweltering heat. Both places had left their mark on her - one a tattered ear and the other her unseeing eye.

She draws a breath across her whiskered lips - it is time to return to her family... to him.

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She crests the final dune just as a familiar silver haired witch queen prances through the surf. A breath is held as the scene unfolds before her. Nyimara prances ever closer, her swinging swollen belly a sign that the Queen wasted no time in producing YET another heir. One by one her herd falls into step behind her. She must tire of Tinuvel's frigid chill, and now came to bargain. Perfect.

The Spotted Seeress descends the steep dune; her hooves churn the sands beneath her with every stride. Her tattered ear flicks atop her crown as she strains to hear what Nyimara has come to say. �As promised, you are free to return to the Cove� the words cut into the still air, "...far different from the Tinuvel you once knew." the words are meant to lash Solomon, to feed his insecurities if he had any.

I had hoped to see Xiomara with you. Has she left you too? Solomon is quick to rebuttle her claims of Xiomara disappearing by adding that he was certain they would see each other again. A smirk traces her whiskered lips at the thought of Xiomara and Nyimara meeting once more.

She slows as the distance closes, her seeing eye remains glued to the Witch as she slides to a halt next to her King. Just a sliver of harsh sunlight separates him, gently she bumps his shoulder with her whiskered muzzle.

Nyimara must know she plays a dangerous game - a game that in the end - she will not win.

D A C I A N A

Draft X - 16.2 hh - Mare
Liver Chestnut Roan Pintaloosa

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