I'll give you a reason to live;
Or drag you to hell in the process

NYIMARA

Displacement.

It was her own fault really, but that did not mean that Nyimara was not dead set on cursing the souls of those who she blamed for this. Rougaru. The damned old wolf couldn't just contain himself in his old age. If he had just kept to himself in the desert, he would still be alive and a force to summon at her beckoning. Rhaenys. If the damned girl had simply kept to the Dunes side of the border, she would never have fallen under the worthless blue stallion’s tangled spell. Titania. The source of Rougaru’s obsession and why he fell before she was ready for him to die. Had the damned woman waited, Nyimara would gladly let her take her pound of flesh from the old wolf’s bones. Quinn. Damn that silver-tongued stallion for his complacency as of late. Instead of patrolling the borders and chasing off intruders in her absence, the blue-eyed beast had let the realm fall into the hands of a stranger in his pursuit of gods knows what. And finally, she blamed the worthless piece of stallion flesh that took advantage of her prolonged absence to state his claim over the Dunes kingdom she found so fiercely to create.

Damn them all.

Dark ears lace tightly against her skullcap as the silver-haired witch cast her dark eyes over HER sea of sand. Paper-thin nostrils flare as the mahogany woman drinks deeply the testosterone-stained scent the arid desert winds brought to her. The fire in her belly grew fiercer by the moment. ’Damn them. Damn them all.

Muscles tense beneath the sleek sheen of her lithe frame as proudly she tosses her finely dished head and ingresses down the embankment. Yellowing teeth clench tightly behind the confines of her firmly pressed lips as she navigates her dancing steps towards the oasis where last she left Rhaynira grazing on the green grasses that grew in abundance near the water’s edge. Yet as she nears the little slice of paradise, there is no sign of the growing girl. Not even a whisp of her hair caught on the rough side of a palm is left behind to tell the mother which direction her daughter had taken. A feral growl of frustration hangs deep in her breast, muffled by the close of her lips. She would have to find her. With Rhaenys and Warduna tucked neatly on the shelf that Evrain had created for them, Rhaynira was all she had left of the great legacy she tried to create. For now though, she turns her attention to quenching her own thirst, perhaps luck would be on her side this day and for once, she would not be left on her own for long..

silver bay // ex-Queen of the Dunes //
Played by WolfieG