The silver haired queen watches from her perch beneath a sheltering Joshua tree, as Asmodeus’ tall figure plods away from the borderlands and once more towards the heart of the territory. Dark brows narrow as ashen labrums press together in a firm line, studying the grim expression on the chimera stallion’s face. Since Swyk’s birth, the once-queen had done her best to keep the child from Asmodeus’ attention just in case his fury turned towards the young colt. He had not searched her out to inspect the child himself and she was not willing to offer the boy as a sacrifice. She had done well to play the part of indifference, continuing to play her coupling with Bjorn off as some unnamed, nomad stallion wandering the common islands. Whether Asmodeus bought the story was another thing altogether. There had been no comment from him when her twisting tale had been told. The chimera king had merely narrowed his gaze and left her in silence.
For a time, Nyimara had left things like this, keeping herself from his sight so as not to invoke anger or too many questions to the story she had told. There were still a number of holes in it she had not quite covered up completely and, well… it was in her best interest to merely sit back and wait at the time.But that time is over. A dark tipped ear twists towards where Swyk lay in a tightly curled ball. It would be hours still before the silver haired boy awoke from his slumber and even longer before the headstrong child sought her out for guidance. He had long since been weaned from his need for her milk and thankfully no longer clung to her side as most children seemed to do at that age. It seemed the old wolf would indeed live on in at least a few of her sons. The thought made her smile. She does not bother to tell the child of her intentions, the last thing she needs is for her long overdue reunion with the desert king to be interrupted.With her long, chocolate neck arched and finely dished head held proudly, the desert witch slides free of her shadowy perch and descends the hillside at a brisk gait. Dark, near-black eyes glitter in the purple hues of early morning as her nostrils flare, exhaling a blast of hot breath into the cool morning air. Her long strides close the distance between them easily enough, dark ears peeled backward as she strikes out towards him like a viper, blunt ivories searching for a taste of his dusted skin. A shrill tone echoes from deep within her breast as the woman launches past him, offering a half-hearted buck in taunt. Small ears perk forward as she glances back towards him, a coy smile tugging at the corners of her ashen lips.
”You are slacking these days… desert king.” she purrs, her long whipcord lashing audibly against her heels as the woman slows to a prancing gait, baiting the stallion as she had once done those many seasons ago in the Cove.
”Have you grown complacent so early in life already?” she teases, the smile tilting slightly with her shifting movements as a single brow raises.
”Careful, that crown might slip right off your head if you dip too low.” Taunt or temptation, it was always unclear with her but either way, the invitation was as clear as the marks in the sand.