It wasn't like her to be intrigued by the usual and the everyday background. No, it took much more than that. She had always been one to seek adventure, to travel the trails and tempt fate in whatever way she could. For the most part father kept her in check, his emerald gaze forever watchful and fiersome growl did much to ward off potential stallions foolish enough to imagine them able to capture her attention for more than a few moments. Bjorn had intrigued her from the very beginning. He was stoic and reserved, nothing like the hotblooded stallions that swarmed the mainlands. He had been mysterious to her then, a strange nomad from distant lands. Though it had been over a year now since she had first joined his herd in the RIdge, still Nyi found herself caught up in the strange lilted syllables of his ancient tongue. However it is the stallion that stands before her now that causes the flames to lick at her soul.

He changed.

It was not in an obvious manner, not like he had suddenly sprouted wings and a beak. No. It is a subtle change. A blaze in those piercing blue eyes, a sharpened musk to his skin. Even the muscles beneath his smokey blue hide seem to harden with the change that she awoke in him. She could not help but to trace the hansom curve of his scarred form as he towered before her with a commanding voice.

There is no adoration in his gaze, no lover's lust in his eyes, instead it burns through her skin as she trembles before him. Venom pours from his lips as he glares at her, anger and fury burning in the power behind his words as he turned her rage back upon the tiger that seethed beneath the confines of her gaze. Ashen lips peel back from teacup muzzle as proudly she lifts her head to meet his own. Defiantly she takes a step forward, her hard gaze fixed upon his. "Cullen is NOT the only one on these islands." she fumes, striking a single forelimb against the rocky turf underfoot. "If you did not break your promise...." the words falter upon her lips. She could not know. Neither could he. "Abba would never abandon me." the words are soft spoken, the tiger pacing.

Abba.

Rougaru had been lost to her in the battle with Lily as Bjorn so affectionately called her. Ears swivel backwards in displeasure. He had gone after her. The filly's name brushes past her thoughts. Instead the puntar fixates upon the mare. He goes on to say how his brother and Raider had taken him by surprise. He continues on with his story of how battered and bruised he had lost the buckskin mare to Ruger a stallion she does not recognize. However the seed of spurn is set and the tiger clutches it close in its talons. A sadistic smile curves her lips upward now, a cheshire grin spreading as she meets his gaze. "You would go after her... fight for her... but not for me. She, the one who turned you against your allies, the one who broke your resolve with coddling stories and buried who you are in a shallow grave. You followed the mare who did this. But you refused me." the words are spoken in low hushed tones now, deadly in their delivery as she blinks away the tears and pain that wretched her heart apart. A smirk ghosts across her lips now as she meets his eyes. "I burned her down. My teeth tore at her flesh with the same venom that you meet my own. I would have taken her life if I could... and again now." she hisses striking a forelimb out at the manifestations before her. Ysabel... Tigerlily... they would all cower beneath her.

Sleek chocolate neck arches, ash dusted labrums quiver with anticipation as she brushes against him now, the sting of his teeth dulled by the melding of flesh. Blood smears along her spine, a damp mat forming. "You know now where they are... my Sigurdr... the foals of your kingdom. The Lagoon you say? Then I shall get them back. I will show you what MY worth is. I will not cower."