Perhaps a wiser mare might have been more suspicious of his response to her brash mannerism. However Nyimara found the ease with which he settled into her company and the sly smirk that slides across his spotted lips all the more intriguing and even a little exhilarating. Where another might have balked at her tendency to encroach into one’s personal space, this stallion seemed to relish it. His deep baritone chuckle vibrates the skin pressed against her own. Pleasure hums through the beast lurking within as the seductive smile broadens across her velvet lips. She had to give it to him, he knew just what to say to make her happy. Even if every other creature on the islands (save for a select few of course) dreaded seeing the crown upon her head, Nyimara was determined to never be anything less.

The banter between them now turns more mild and the once alluring smile settles into something calmer. Dark ears tilt forward as she offers a faint chuckle of her own. She might be swayed easily by pretty words, but that did not mean she did not hold her own suspicions of this ex-king. A single brow raises curiously as a single hind hoof is cocked at a comfortable angle against the sand. She shifts the womanly curve of her hip away from him now as he gets down to the gist of the matter. Why he has come here and what that means for her.

For her part now, she is the silent listener. Setting a langid pace that bordered on the lines of meandering. Occasionally, she cast her dark, roaming gaze over the distant sloping sea of dunes that spread out before them. Even without his words, she can feel the same longing hanging in her own mind. Salem was like a great cat, it had its ways of ensuring you with its thorn sharp claws and never completely releasing. She liked to think the same could be said of her but that was for Joachim to find out on his own. His chiseled jaw turns towards her now as she halts and almost reluctantly, she draws her dark eyes away from the kingdom she held such high plans for. Dark eyes find his own multifaceted azul gaze and for a moment, brief as it is, she is lost within them. There is a kindred spirit to be shared between herself and the white spotted stallion, an understanding and longing for power that is unbending and unbreakable. Even without holding his gaze, she can feel the determination in his words as fiercely as she feels them within her own heart. How could she refuse?

But he did not need to know that… not just yet anyway.

She makes a casual show of it now, breaking the intensity of their gaze with a slow blink of long dark lashes. Absently, she dips her finely dished muzzle to scratch at an invisible itch on her foreleg as her jaws work rhythmically back and forth behind closed lips. For a moment, there is nothing but silence between them, broken only by the occasional shriek of a distant falcon drifting on the high updrafts above them. Paper thin nostrils flare and release a deep breath as finally she returns her gaze to him. Sleek, mahogany neck arches as she tilts her head towards him, flicking the dancing ends of her silver white forelock from her eyes. ”Say I were to accept your offer…” she begins, a cheshire grin tugging the corners of her ashen lips upward as she traces a path over the splattered pattern of his thickly muscled neck. ”What will you give me to prove yourself to me? What will ensure that I can trust you?” she coos softly, her hot breath lingering against his sun warmed skin. ”Would you bleed for me?” she whispers, her dark lips pressing against the curve of his throat...