mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | no where | frost
olaf x xina

Although the stallion did not take long to greet her, Xiomara is always impatient with any sort of waiting. With everything else she had endured it made her all the more short tempered. But the mare reeled back her temper as the stallion finally greeted her, her azure eyes nearly cutting as she looked him over but she kept her wickedness to herself.


“That is good to hear.” she replied with a faint nod. “My name is Xiomara, daughter of Olaf and Xina. I seek refuge for myself and my associate for the time being should he choose to follow.” Xiomara had not wanted to be rejected by another and she had left without even telling Angel or little Ironclad where she was going. But should the buckskin stallion find her, she did not want him to be run off with hooves and teeth. It would probably petrify the timid man.


“If I am to help Warsaw with this war, I did not want to lose strength by wandering the Crossing or fighting others for my freedom.” she explained. Though, now that she was banished from Tinuvel, what did his war matter? If anything, perhaps she should turn the tides in favor of the others to punish them for her banishment.