Meadow

Like a wraith she emerges from the shadows, her body soaked in salt water and her dripping mane knotted. She slinks like a prowling cat, her head lowered, and ears pulled back against her poll. Blue eyes roll, exposing whites in an unsettling way before the chaos settles upon the flesh of a stranger. Stopping, she watches her unsuspecting victim as he picks at the grass, making his way through the meadow with no aim or direction that she can see. He does not seem aware of her, and it only makes her pink lips pull back into an uncharacteristically silken smile. But it seems anything but sweet.


Muscles quiver beneath scarred blue flesh before she finally begins to move. Pushing herself into a gallop, her thick pillars hammer into the earth and her chipped hooves dig up the soft earth below. The warrioress does not try to hide her approach, almost hoping to startle the stallion with her descent. The once queen almost craves the smell of his fear like a drowning soul does the fresh air, finding the bitter perfume to be addicting.


A scream escapes her lips, the sound piercing like that of a battle cry that bellows free of her lungs. It echoes across the quiet Meadow, a place that was supposed to be a sanctuary to those without a home. Her powerful stride never slows as she reaches the stallion, her broad chest making a solid connection to his shoulder. His body has no choice but to submit to the momentum, whipping him away in a half turn. But the warrioress does not leave it at that. No, she has succumbed to the fervent high of adrenaline.


A laugh bubbles up from her throat as she rocks back onto her hind legs, pivoting to face the stallion once again. Her movements done so quickly; her hind hooves slide a bit before finding purchase from her hard run to a dead stop. The intense feeling that burns through her veins is addicting, and she seeks to have it again. Knowing the stallion must be confused from this random attack, she takes advantage and rushes him once more. Only this time she stands upon her hind legs as she reaches him, one hooking upon his neck just before his withers. The blue woman presses her weight down on him, threatening to take him down to the ground as her blunt yellowing teeth seek his flesh.


Xiomara’s hot breath washes across his neck as she tries to rip away the skin like she had seen ravenous wolves do to their prey. Not finding satisfaction until she tastes the coppery tang on blood upon her tongue. But she does not relent. Hind hooves dig into her earth as she tries to push forward while keeping her weight atop him, not caring for any retaliation he might make. The feel of his teeth upon her flesh, the pain of the wounds he leaves in return only causes a shudder of bliss to pass down her spine. She wanted her victim to submit, and succumb to the ground, like a great predator does to its prey.


“Beg for mercy.” she purrs out in what could have been mistaken for a lust filled, breathless tone. “I want you to plead for the worthless life you have.” As soon as the words escape her blood stained lips, Xiomara’s teeth clamp onto the ear that had been graced with her velvet words. The mare’s bone colored face, splattered crimson with his blood, gives a hard yank away to try and rip off the offending appendage, wanting to hear him scream those beautiful words.


Releasing the stallion, Xiomara drops to the ground, her body snaking around him now as if in a sensual dance. The press of flesh on flesh nearly make the mare groan with desire, her teeth scraping along the skin of his back and hip as she circles him. “Don’t disappoint me.” her lipstick red kissers coo as she brushes them along the velvet of his nose and drink in his musky scent.