Today she would get her answers. The furious battle with J!nx had done much to quench the thirst for blood and battle in her veins but even it was not enough to ebb the pain completely. Nycol’s death had awaken a part of her that had long been buried beneath layers of consciousness and somewhat moral standards. With Faolain’s disappearance, all hopes of resolving the need for vengeance now seemed unattainable. However, that did not mean that the silver haired mare was done with attempting to quench that thirst.

The mirk and mire of the lagoon squelches beneath her hooves as the mahogany woman once more found herself navigating the all too familiar paths into the depths of the bachelor stallions territory. Where once she moved with the stealth and caution of a swamp deer afraid of hunting predators, now the fierce woman moved with the assurance of a hunting puntar. Like the golden eyed cat that haunted the more humid islands, Nyimara encroached with her proud head raised and long silver white tail flicking back and forth with impatience. Imaginary claws contract against the soil as blunt teeth grind together in frustration and anger. Shenzi still had not arrived in Salem and Nyimara was beyond waiting. The blood they shared needed the dark woman like an addict craved their drug. Her body ached with hunger and thirst that seemed unquenchable. Shenzi. Even in her mind’s eye, the dark chocolate woman’s image was beginning to smear, her features less defined and prominent. With everything going on in her life, Nyimara was not willing to sit idly by and wait in patience.

So here she was, all fire and fury fueled by the sudden unexpected exchange of blood and bruises by the blue smoke mare in the commons. Perhaps she had more to thank J!nx for than she thought. The musky smell of testosterone is suffocating, as though each stallion felt the need to mark the territory over and over again with their own scent for fear that they might appear weak in the face of enemies. What enemies might want to even consider invading these lands she did not know. The simple fact was that if it were not for Shenzi she would not be here.

A flash of golden color glints in the sunlight, drawing her attention away from the greens and yellows of the dense brush. A guttural growl strangles itself in her throat as the fierce woman stalks forward with renewed urgency, the chocolate hairs along her spine begins to rise as paper-thin nostrils flare. Dark ears disappear beneath the curling mantle of silver white that frames her finely dished features. Adrenaline lends speed to her prancing steps as Nyimara bursts past the barrier of spanish moss and stiff branched palms. For the first time, her eyes lay fully upon the stallion before her and even in her anger and raging hormones, the woman recognizes beauty and power in the image of the chimera stallion before her. Thick, pale hairs blanket his legs, revealing just peaks of the saucer-like hooves beneath. Where her mane was wispy and long with heavy ringlets to emphasize volume, his shown pale cream and thick with natural and voluminous waves. The dark dappling alon his rump accented the well defined muscles that lay beneath the sleek, scarred skin and the dark lines on his face seemed to bring out those blue green eyes in a way that even she had to admire. Were it not for the purpose in her appearance here, Nyimara might have found herself wanting to succumb to the hungry pleasures of the flesh that torment her body. Even in the height of her heat the need to feel Shenzi’s body pressed against her own and the steady thrum of her jagged heart is enough to stir her thoughts away to potential carnal pleasures that she might find in the company of this hessian.

”YOU! she cries all but screaming the word from behind gritted teeth. Slender legs propel her forward at a graceful prance. Long mahogany neck arches, pressing her small ashen plush against the concave of her breast as dark eyes fix him within her steady glare. Long silver white whipcord lashes back and forth against the curve of her hips, belying the emotions that boiled beneath her skin. ”Where is she?!?” she demands, halting before him with a stomp of her hooves, thrusting her muzzle high in the air in a display of dominance. Finely dished head inches closer to his own, her slender legs stepping her slowly closer, closing the space between them. ”What have you done with her?” she growls, her voice dangerously low, electricity burning beneath her skin at the nearness of his warm body.