Falls

Nyimara never wanted to admit it. She knew she would never admit it to another and yet, she cannot deny the clenching in her heart or the pain that stabbed like a jagged stone through her very soul. Her faith in Bjorn began to waver. He had promised her, that day on the shores of the Ridge. Even now she can still remember every detail of that moment, the confession of love and the fire that burned in their eyes. Her's of darkest amber and his of pale blue ice. The sea foamed against their ankles, mingling the darker strands of his tail with the pale silver white of her own. Even in the carnal hunger and fiery passion that joined them, he promised her that he would never leave her. Even now she imagines the feel of his muzzle against her own, the burning passion that ignited her loins. He was hers as she was his.

But he was gone. The empire that he had built demolished. Now there was another that had taken over and Nyimara found herself queen of nowhere. Temptress of none. Bjorn was gone and with him had gone the dreams and hopes she had. Only Raksha remained with her eyes of pale ice blue, the breathing reminder of the power of their passion. Even that was not enough for her.

Anger fueled her soul now. Fury burning with each mouthful of grass she ripped from the earth, finding some insignificant satisfaction in knowing that each blade was cut down by the blunt bite of her teeth. He was not here to face her wraith and she saw too much of him in the eyes of Raksha to dare punish the child. Never would she harm her children, even if she no longer knew where Sigurdr roamed. Well, perhaps give him a good nip as punishment for making her worry. However he had always been his father's son so she could only pray that was where he was now.

A new breeze drifts towards her now, bringing with it the new and unfamiliar scents of the main island. Once more the memories surge of when she herself had first appeared on the islands, reveling in the freedom from her father's demand. It was there that Bjorn had found her and there that the adoration began to blossom into something more meaningful and deep. It had been a slow process but Bjorn had awaken something in her that she had not even known lay dormant.

Lost deep in her own thoughts she almost missed the flicker of movement from the corner of her eyes or the flash of his pale skin against the emerald background. Almost... until the sound of his deep throated nicker breaks the silence and causes her to lift her small muzzle from the grasses as suddenly as though it were a vicious puntar charging towards her. Dark eyes blink rapidly beneath the thick mantle of silver white locks, trying to reassure herself that the smokey blue form that charged towards her was not her imagination or false ghost. Bjorn. He slowed now as he approached, her small, lithe frame rigid as his muzzle presses against her chocolate colored skin. "Bjorn..." the word whispers from her lips in near desperation. "Bjorn." harder now she repeats the name that night after night her whispered prayers sing to the stars above. "Bjorn." she hisses now, stretching her neck to press against his skin, inhaling a deep breath. "Bjorn." she growls, her blunt ivories raking against the battle scarred smokey blue hide. Crystal tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she pivotes away from him, her crown jerking away from him. "You promised me. You promised not to leave me!" she growls, charging towards him again, desperate to feel the contact of his skin against hers even if it was in anger. "Everything is gone. Everyone gone. Is Sigurdr with you? I cannot find him. Why did you leave me!" she snaps, long silver white tail flicking angrily.