Kingship, it seemed, remained out of his grasp.

Summer had brought a sense of idleness that Asmodeus was working hard to try and break from, although it was hard to shake the grip of heat-induced apathy. Nyimara was once again scarce, as were his two lieutenant stallions and nearly allof his herd. And while it had bothered him initially, especially given how much plotting Nyimara was like to do in his absence, he had eventually grown used to it. Leaned into the apathy even. Settled into his ownership of the Desert as if he had been meant to be here all along instead of on Tinuvel or Atlantis.

Idly, he had begun to wonder if perhaps his salvation lay in Luthien, as a land (to his knowledge) left remarkably untroubled by his family. No one would be likely to know him there, and even less likely to guess his troubled past. But there was something about this Salem, or rather, something about the Desert specifically that kept his feet grounded here, no matter how much he disliked the heat, or loathed the emptiness, or longed for the familiar. This was home, and perhaps it's desolate-ness was simply what he had deserved all along.

The chimera grimaced at the line of his thoughts and forced himself to turn away, meandering back toward the heart of the Desert and away from the cooler breezes of the oceanic border. He doubted he would cross anyone, but he kept his ears flicking alertly all the same.

Adult Stallion 16.0HClassic Champagne ChimeraSolomon x Xiomara