Falls

She told herself she would never come back here. Like the past, this island held far too many memories for her taste and none of them were good anymore. The sweetness of their memories tainted by the color of betrayal. All of them left her. Yet here she was. Slender form moves with lithe grace as she navigates the dense underbrush and well worn pathways. Small cupped ears tilt backwards as the sound of rushing waters over rocks strengthens. Paper thin nostrils flare as the silver haired witch lifts her head proudly as the scent of horses grows more prominant the closer she comes. She would not let the ghosts of her past ruin the future she was determined to build.

It might have been easier fo her to recuit new members in the commons where most other stallions and lead mares alike prowled like predators on the hunt. The herd members these leaders sought out were either naive or stupid or both in her opinion. So it was the Falls that she sought, seeking instead to congregate among those who came here for companionship and civil conversation. It would be a nice way to feel out what the herds had to offer and learn what she could about them. She allowed herself to be locked away in the desert far too long. The world was always changing.

But the winds of change anyways have a way of turning the tides. She came here to forget and to start anew and yet it is a ghost that greets her first.

She may have well been an apparition, a wraith from the shadows sent by the gods to taunt her with promises broken and a heart shattered. Shenzi. Like the cold waters from the falls that dampened her body with its cold spray, the woman charging towards her awakens the long dormant reminants of her soul. Small ears perk forward amid the tangled web of her silver white mane as Nyimara turns her head towards the approaching figure. Adrenaline thunders through her veins, her body tense as the memories of their time together flood through her mind. Hot. Seething. Rage. Passion. Together the emotions twine themselves like twisting vines. So long she had yearned for the barb mare's fiery touch that now in this moment, the prospect causes her to take a step forward in anticipation. Even the memory of a ghost can be all to real.

"Shenzi" she growls, the name both a promise and a sin upon her lips. Like the force of a rouge wave upon the shores, the dark woman crashes against her, pressing her dark shoulder against the mahogany point of her own. Ash dusted lips peel back to reveal blunt yellowing teeth as the silver haired witch snakes her neck around to let her fangs pinch the dark flesh of Shenzi's withers within her jaws. A feral growl lingers in her throat, "Shenzi" she repeats, remembering the name as it festered on her tongue. She had promised to never leave her. She promised that together they would encite fear into the hearts of those that thwarted them. She promised to help keep Warduna safe. Nyimara had come for her and Shenzi had turned away. Again, Nyimara came for her, sacrificing her womb to the damned bachelor Tyr in hopes of securing the dark mare's freedom. It was only after the fact that she learned that the stallions had already set her free. Shenzi had not come. Over and over Nyimara replayed their last conversation in her mind, wondered if maybe the dark mare was out there somewhere, searching Salem for her. As the seasons changed and years too, the reality of it too began to sink in. Shenzi did not come. She had been abandoned once again.

Flutes tilt forward to catch the lilted melody of the woman's exotic voice. Confusion let her dark eyes but even without knowledge of the language she understood enough. The promise had been broken. What had been knit back together tears apart anew. Hurt and rage seethes begin her bristling skin as she leans into the dark woman's touch, digging her heels into the rich soil to shove her weight forward against the hard body. "Where were you." she asks, the words a whispered snarl into the dark brown skin. Instantly, her teeth release the flesh and her lips close, inhaling the fragrant perfume as though it were her only link left to reality.