Nyimara is loath to admit it, but the handsome blue-eyed stallion was swiftly chiseling his way into what remained of her stone heart. The creature purrs beneath the hungry lust of his icy gaze, savoring the warmth of her blood as it pulses quicker through her veins. His whiskered lips press against her neck, the warmth of his fetid breath intoxicating. Instinctively she leans into his touch, her fluted ears tilting back to catch the faint sounds of his teeth tugging through her mane.

If situations were not as they were, and she did not feel the need to put her plans into immediate action, she might have brushed them off for a few hours to indulge in more carnal activities with the handsome stallion pressed against her side. However, the peaking of his interest and the wolfish way his proud head tilts towards her is enough to stifle those urges… at least for now.

The tone of his voice hangs between reprimand and humor, once more reminding her just how different he was from Bjorn who by now would be staring at her with unmasked suspicion and disgust. Quinn regarded her enterprises with the same anticipation. His thickly muscled neck arches, pressing the velvet whiskered labrums of his impish grin against his dark chest. The action causes her own brows to rise in appreciation as once more her near black gaze sweeps over the sharp, muscular contours of his frame. ”We had a visitor…” she begins, pausing to swallow the warring emotions of outrage at the proposition of her brother and lust for the handsome stallion at her side. She draws in a long slow breath, a single lobe tilting towards the ocean. ”my brother… well, half brother, Fell… on father’s side.” she explains though she feels sure that the dark stallion could really care less about the dynamics of her family or the escapades of her sire.

She clears her throat, this time, the impish grin beginning to slide easily into place along her labrums. ”He wants to bind us with a child, swapping one of his own get for Rhaenys.” she spits, the amused smile disappearing and replacing once more with something more piqued and hate filled. The very idea that the obsidian stallion thought to tame her was enough to heat her veins for a different reason. However the idea did at least, presented her with a new set of ideas that very easily could prove beneficial to them.

Turning her dark eyes back to the curious blues of Quinn she all but giggles, ”As if I would give her up.” she purrs more to herself than to the stallion. She gives her head a shake, ridding her mind of the idea of being without the fiery little girl. Peeking up at Quinn from beneath the thick veil of her silver forelock she continues, ”So I have a plan. Fell does not know what my child looks like, but nonetheless he will return on the day of the dark moon to seal the bargain. A bargain I plan to levy in our favor.” she preens, flicking her unusually long tail with an audible snap. ”I plan to give him a foal.. But not mine. I am sure between the two of us we can find a child suitable enough to play the part.” she coos, arching her own neck now to trail her soft lips over the muscular curve of his dark neck. ”Then we will make him regret trying to tether us. We will turn his child against him.” she finishes, blinking up at him through long pale lashes. Fluted ears prick expectantly towards him, her slender legs shifting beneath her in anticipation. For the plan to work, they would need to act quickly. For this plan to be successful, she needed his support and cooperation, both of which she feels certain will take little to no effort on her part. The idea seemed right up his own alley anyway. ”Well?” she adds, her lips twisting once more into a sadistic grin, ”Are you ready?”