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

There had been no denying that Xiomara was the outsider to this territory; she never fooled herself into thinking she was a part of any herd. As she stood some distance away, nostrils still flared to drag in much needed oxygen, her azure eyes watched as everyone gathered around the winner. She had been a part of that call; she had heard it in Vita Nova’s voice. But the blue roan was not sure if she wanted to go just to be told she had to get out. Where would she go? And better yet, what about Angel? Although she frowned at that, knowing he would just return to Atlantis where his daughter and lover waited now that he was no longer under her control.


Finally the mare makes her way over, her ears tilted back in the annoyance of this outcome. Xiomara felt no need to point out how she had let them all stay; that she had not disrupted their hierarchy or even put herself among the herd. All the blue woman had done was enjoy the power and fun of a title, leaving the Inlet Family alone. If anything, they had been the safest from her chaos, but still she was seen as a tyrant. It had always been clear in their eyes.


She should have kicked them all out when given the chance.


“I hope the safety of your child was worth it.” she stated, noticing the swelling mark where her hoof had made full contact. At least for Xiomara, the bite upon her rump was only one among her many scars.