The heat of a Salem summer still did not feel natural to the Tinuvel native; the air was too thin and too hot, the sand scorching against his fetlocks. He was handling it far better this year than he had the last, but there was a part of him that yearned for the gentleness of a northern summer. No part of him, however, missed the winters he'd grown up with.

The patchwork stallion dozed fitfully beneath a scraggly tree to take advantage of the mediocre shade it provided, his eyes half-lidded and lip droopy when the sudden scent of someone other drew his attention. Asmodeus oriented toward it in curiosity, having grown comfortable in his ownership of the Desert. Nyimara and her enemies may return someday but for now, whilst she is gone, life is peaceful.

The young mare he eventually spots marching across the Desert is determined and unfamiliar to him, although she bears a passing resemblance to the previous occupants of the Badlands. Her implied fierceness holds a sort of appeal to him, and so he begins moving, not waiting to see if either of his satellite stallions will show an interest. The Desert is his first, after all.

"You look like you have places to be," he speaks as he draws closer to her, not bothering with the preamble of a nicker or head bob. She doesn't strike him as the sort that will be overly concerned with pleasantries. Tilting his head, he lets his gaze skim over her appraisingly but keeps it brief enough that it is not lasvicious in nature. He is far more interested in her physical capabilities than he is in any potential romance. Up close, he catches whiffs of the sages of the Badlands, which makes placing her easier. He doesn't know her, and in truth, isn't sure that he's ever really seen her, but she has a stubborn sort of glint in her eye that he's come to associate with Rafe and his kin. "What brings you to the Desert?"

Adult Stallion 16.0HClassic Champagne ChimeraSolomon x Xiomara