mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost olaf x xina

Xiomara watched the scene play out among the mares; the dramatics and division. The longer it went, the more her icy eyes narrowed with anger. Only when the last one had left did she look to Warsaw again to see his eyes had not left her. “You herd is in disarray.” she stated. Xiomara remembered the kind of lead mare her mother had been, the king of stallion her father had been. Such actions would have never been tolerated. “Perhaps I should make them all homeless for their actions.” A smile curved her pink lips again at the idea; she would love to see the face full of hate from the previous Queen of the Inlet and the mimicked stare of her faithful peasant.


Xiomara tossed her head then, her dark mane cascading on each side of her neck. “The proposal I came to offer you will be put on hold for now. I must decide if you are worthy or not after seeing how your herd has behaved. Enjoy waiting.” the blue roan stated, pinning her ears at the stallion as she now moved past him. It was time to check out her new home and what all it had to offer.