Things between herself and Asmodeus had been…. Tense to say the least. Since her return, the chimera beast had done his best to keep his distance from her aside from making it quite clear that a collar snapped securely around her throat. Her possessiveness had rubbed off on him. As unintended as it might have been.

Her approach to him today gave him little opportunity to avoid her as he had done these past few months. The lustful hunger she expected in his blue-green eyes is nonexistent, hidden behind layers of betrayal and mistrust. Blankets that she had stitched into place with her disappearance and the heady weeks of coupling she spent in Bjorn’s company. No doubt it would have been the easier path for her to take were she to simply abandon the Desert to Asmodeus’ rule and seek out the keeper of her heart once more. Bjorn would surely open her with open arms and a tender embrace.

And yet as much as the silver-haired witch might have once dreamed of waking to that reality, she has become far too jaded and her soul too carved apart to settle into the possibility of golden years. Not with Bjorn.

Asmodeus is a different creature entirely. There is no betrayal from him in their short written history. Despite her own transgression, Nyimara had pure faith that she could return herself to his good graces with a few twists of her silver tongue. But perhaps this task would be harder to win than she expected.

A feral purr rumbles deep within the confines of her breast as his blunt teeth roughly pinch the skin of her russet shoulder. Raven-tipped ears disappeared beneath the wind-swept tendrils of her silver-white mane as her body shivered in response, welcoming the contact after months on end without. Memories of their passion-filled coupling return as the first flickering flames of heat pool at her core, reminding her that it would not be long before those pleasurable senses would be heightened again. She leans towards him, hungering for the attention his solid frame offers… until his bitter words dash what beginning flames begin to ignite. ’...coming from a deadbeat mother…’

A snarl forms on her dark lips as auburn brows narrow in displeasure. Paperthin nostrils flare as she fights back the guttural growl of warning that threatened within the confines of her throat. Near-black ooids snap towards him as she peels herself away from his touch, her unusually long alabaster tail flicking towards him with a vicious-sounding snap of air. A coy smile tugs at the corners of her ashen labrums as her slender neck arches, pale lashes blinking slowly at his steady, guarded gaze. ”Now is that any way to speak to your queen?” she coos, forcing an impish giggle from her throat to hide the sting his words had scored into her flesh. Not many words could cut through her armored hide, but the loss of Nycol had left a chink in her coat of arms when it came to her children.

She uncoils her chocolate throat now; stretching her small muzzle towards the chimera king’s tautly muscled shoulder to lip at a straying strand of his dark mane. ”Complacency is a contagious disease...” she begins her tone rather matter of fact. The venom is implied. A coquettish grin slips into place as she tilts her finely dished head towards him, ”Is there anything I can do to help… fuel your fire once more, darling?”