The fury in Nyimara’s near-black eyes is never-ending. The sun-bleached bones and tattered carcass on the Desert shore were forever burned into her mind. Whatever petty, sibling rivalry she felt towards Fell was momentarily shoved into the dark recesses of her mind. This… this was bigger than she or Fell combined. This was Rougaru and the legacy he left behind.

The sound of hooves crunching through leaf-litter cause her ears to turn backwards amid the mass of wind-swept mane. Dark eyes shift from the feral, golden gaze of her obsidian sibling to the approaching intruder with malice. Ashen lips peel back in warning, this was a private conversation between family members. Yet as the stallion continued to approach, his image cleared in her own mind from the haze of stranger into something vaguely familiar. From the familiar masculine build to the tell-tale silver touched hair, the curious stallion was no doubt at least remotely related. Once more her gaze shifts back to Fell, a single brow rising in curiosity as if to ask ‘your’s?’ The look the newcomer gives to Fell is not the same a father and son might share, or father and daughter in her memory anyway. Comradery. Something more akin to siblings whether pure or halfblood. Regardless the silver grullo stallion was clearly determined to butt his head into the conversation and Nyimara could use more mouths to spread Solomon’s foul deeds across the islands. The Ice King was not as innocent as he made himself out to be.

The agitated snap of Fell’s tail against his scarred sides draws her gaze. The once proudly curved ends of his curled ears is now singular and supporting a crinkled stump in the place of its mate. Nyimara cannot be sure what it is that shocks her more. The fact that Xiomara is the one who managed to cripple her brother (well maybe cripple isnt the best word…. Scar maybe?) or that Fell had somehow learned how to put words together audibly. Pale lashes blink away the surprise from her gaze as the silver-haired witch releases a furious growl. ”Coward.”

Retracting the snarl from her lips the lithe mare directs her gaze once more on the younger stallion and then Fell again. Despite the blaze burning in his golden eyes, she needed to speak the words aloud. ”Solomon killed Rougaru.” she growls, her own lilted tones venomous. ”He left his bones to bake in the sun on Salem and I WILL destroy his world!” she finishes, stomping her own hoof in frustration.