Bjorn’s thick accent brings her gaze back to his face, her ebony ears flicking at the strange word he had said. Had he called her something? She was about to ask what it meant when the rank scent of another intrudes upon her delicate nares. Raising her head, her azure gaze pins upon the dark beast that emerges. He carries a faint scent of Bjorn, as Bjorn does the stranger. She realizes it was this stallion Bjorn had clashed with, and who had left such wounds upon her friend. Friend. Yes, as strange as that felt, Bjorn was her friend.


The monster speaks and Xiomara can feel her temper raise it’s ugly head inside her. The chaos reels, and the darkness she had just been running from begins to engulf her. “You will taste nothing but your soul as it slips out of those wicked lips upon your last dying breath.” Her voice doesn’t seem to belong to herself. It is filled with malice as her ears pin beneath her knotted ebony locks. Tossing her crown up in defiance, Xiomara rears halfway up then launches herself at the enemy.


The warrioress’ hooves beat heavily upon the Forest floor, propelling herself with reckless speed at the dark stallion. Only the pounding of her own blood as it rushes through her adrenaline filled veins roars in her ears. She doesn’t stop until her broad chest collides with his body; the muscles already sore from her wreck with Bjorn earlier. But the fury that fills her, escaping upon a loud battle cry, makes her numb to the pain. Her hind legs strain as she continues to shove herself against the stallion, trying with all her might to use her weight and size to over power him along with momentum. Her pink lips that had touched Bjorn so delicately, now peel back to reveal blunt teeth that latch on to any flesh she can grab.


Front legs raising from the ground, her large chipped hooves lashed out like vipers. Striking with such speed they blurred. She wanted to hurt him so badly; to wound his legs, to rip his flesh, to maim this wicked beast. Mouth letting loose of his flesh, she aimed for his head, her teeth hoping to latch onto an ear. She wanted to rip it off his head, to bloody his crown and show the world, if he lived, the wraith she had brought upon him.