Heat burned through the mare, her body uncomfortable with the change. It was filled with so much need that she could barely stand to be in her own skin. Xiomara blamed the hormones that filled her. She had never experienced them before, until after having her sons. Now that her body had made something, it wanted to do it again. But these things weren’t the only thing on her mind, despite it taking up the vast majority of it.


Ironclad


Xiomara had thought often of the greying boy she had come to care for in her younger years. How he had stood in her defense against his own mother; a sin he never should have committed. It should have told her then the length he would go when he wanted something. Further sins he would carry out. Fond memories quickly sour, and the blue woman finds her anger boiling beneath her already hot flesh, and a front hoof stomping into the rocky ground to show her agitation. She had given him plenty of time to catch her scent upon the wind, to let him squirm with what might happen. Or even the news to have been carried by their mutual King. Either way, it did not matter, and the boy -no- the stallion, had not made his move. And Xiomara was finished waiting.


Moving with confident, ground eating strides, Xiomara leaves behind the Arch and once again makes her way into the Inlet. It is strange, knowing she had been banished from this land, and yet here she was. The ones to cast her punishment long gone while she remained. What had they even been fighting for? Aside to stay in their old miserable routine upon this forsaken cold rock.


When the cave loomed ahead, Xiomara finally took pause. Her eyes drifted across the familiar jagged edges and she debated taking shelter inside. But an unsettling feeling knotted in the pit of her stomach, keeping her rooted outside the shadows she had been seeking to find refuge in. Ironclad had told her this was his parent’s special place, and had even conceived him within its walls. That did not bother Xiomara as much as the faint smell her pale nose could still trace.


Though she did not go inside, Xiomara turned and let her blue eyes scan her surroundings. Her strong scent would draw the stallion in. She only had to be prepared for how he decided to approach.


(Set before her oops with Sol on the foaling board)