Nyimara & none chosen THE WITCH QUEEN & HER DEMON KING
Shenzi Companion
None Worthy SECOND
HERD
- Kara
- Tefnut
- Cahyr
- none
FOALS
- Jaziri
(Shenzi x Evrain) - Natyre
(Nyimara x Asmo) - Zuri
(Shenzi x Hasan)
SECONDS HERD
- none
The DESERT Rules
- The Queen's word is final.
- We protect our own (Paradise & Dunes).
- An enemy to one is an enemy to all. (cove)
Posted on December 18, 2024 at 02:37:48 PM by Nyimara
OOC: side note- some things were discussed via discord with senshine and pippa to help quick-pace the plotline along
Despite the success Nyimara had in the Desert, the silver-haired mare feels as charged as the black-gray stormclouds building on the horizon. Rage simmers within her like a stoked ember, any second, maybe with the next hot breath, she might just catch flame.
Paper-thin nostrils flare as the exotic woman crests the final rise that allows her keen gaze to sweep over the Desert. Her domain…. Or it would be again when Asmodeus heard the news she brought with her. A cocky smirk tugs at the corner of her ashen labrums as near-black eyes scan the expanse of land before her. Her target is easy to spot, at least to her searching eyes. No doubt that was how Marceline had come across him in the first place.Marceline…The very thought of the red-faced woman causes her skin to crawl with unspent frustration. Her relationship with the now Prime Minister of the Peak mares has always been a… complicated one, to say the least. Despite the feigned attempts at chivalry and cordial behavior, both mares knew without a doubt that there is nothing but contempt between them, even if there was a small amount of respect to be shared. Competition has always run rampant between them, a ‘whose crown is larger’ if you will. For a time, Nyimara had even relished the idea that the woman had died a pauper, that is, until like a nightmare made real, Marceline had stepped easily into her path home… leaving the Desert.It was not hard to determine why the spotted woman had been there when the Peaks reside on a completely separate island. She may have feigned diplomacy excuses but Nyimara was far too experienced a mare to believe that line. Coupled with Asmodeus' scent covering the woman from head to hoof. If she were to get close enough, she might even spot a straying hair or two of his dark body on the minister’s thicker, mountain coat. Of course, she feigned ignorance, if only in hopes of convincing Marceline that she did not care. The truth of the matter however is that she very much cared. Very much. Memories flooded back to her of the same struggles she dealt with Bjorn and his obsession with HIS red woman. At least Asmodeus had better taste in mares. A minuscule silver lining if there was to be one found. Nyimara could only hope that there would be no child resulting from this, which might encourage the Minister to return in the months to come.For a few moments, Nyimara remains unmoved, the only signs of life are the subtle rise and fall of her ribs as she draws in breath. Near-black eyes study the chimera stallion, using the distance between them to admire the curves and contours of his muscular body. Life in the Desert suited him, no longer did his tall frame show signs of the plump boy that had been sent to the Cove to serve as her captive. Asmodeus had quickly come into his role as consort and then as king. Lean muscles have replaced the lankiness that he once sported and even without the urges of Autumn heating her desires, the silver-haired queen would lust after him. Solomon did know how to create them… she had to give the dead bastard that much at least.With a final huff the exotic woman gives her finely dished head a toss. Ashen labrums part as she announces her return with a triumphant bugle before she makes her way down the incline to join him where he grazed. A sultry smile flirts across her velvet lips as she nears him, greedily drinking in the sight he cut against the red-orange skies. With measured tones, the chocolate seductress arches her long towards the beast. ”Apparently I was not the only one on a mission.” she purrs, pausing a moment to let the words hang between them as her eyes searched his own for any sign of emotion. "I ran into Marceline on my return...." she trails, a malicious smile tugging at the corners of her ashen lips. "She is a long way from the Peaks. I do hope her diplomatic attempts were..... unsuccessful." she taunts, the double meaning plain even in her silvery, two-edged tongue. Her unusually long whipcord lashed slowly against her heels for a moment as the minx did her best to damper the rising jealousy that the memory of Marceline's cocky smile brought forward. The slender woman inclines her head up towards the dragga, plastering a nonchalant smile onto her lips as though the thought of his touch on Marceline did not infuriate her. ”No matter… I am here now. You need not miss me any longer.” she purrs, blinking slowly up at him from beneath the thick veil of alabaster lashes. He might have found companionship in the spotted woman, but Nyimara was determined to remain the one firmly tied to the other end of his leash. He was HER monster...Replies:
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