The Lost Islands
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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
  1. The Queen's word is final.
  2. We protect our own (Paradise & Dunes).
  3. An enemy to one is an enemy to all. (cove)
love, dante
I'm headed straight for the castle;

Despite imposing figure that Nyimara knew herself to be, the young mare that stands before her now is immobile; utterly devoid of emotion.

A single brow arches upon her finely dished muzzle as the chocolate mare lets her near-black eyes roam the youth’s features as if searching for any hint of intelligence behind her pale gaze. ’does one need a reason to be anywhere?’ Immediately, her own fierce gaze narrows and ashen labrums press together into the firm line of displeasure. Clearly your father missed those etiquette lessons as well…” she purrs, her unusually long silver tail snapping audibly against her chocolate flank. A smirk curves its way across her finely dished features as she gives her head another toss.”..especially when you are here looking for a favor.” A favor. Yes, that is what her teachings were. Maybe not to her own children, but to anyone else she chose to take beneath her wings.

For a moment she stares at the girl as if trying to decide if it was worth her attempts. It would be so much easier to just send her on her merry little way back to her daddy in Atlantis, maybe with a good bite or two between the ears for her insolent behavior. Maybe then it might remind the islands that she was still very much alive and in charge. Salem would learn it soon enough and with any luck, the rest of the islands after that. To do that though, she would need bodies, warm bodies that were as devoted to her as her own children, minus a few wayward black sheep of course.

With a rather dramatic roll of her eyes and a pointed sigh, the witch-queen stomps a foot into the malleable sand underfoot. ”I suppose I can trim off the excess…. annoyances…” she states, her dark gaze shifting pointedly to the tangled jungle flowers still clinging desperately to the snares in the crimson girl’s mane. ”... if it means having a few favors to call on in the future. I do hope your sire is aware of that fact.” she finishes, turning on her heels with a toss of her maw. ”Come along, no time like the present to begin. Let’s start with patrols. What have you learned so far?” she asks, not bothering to wait any further for the girl. If she wanted her help, Nyimara would give her lessons, but only on her terms...

Nyimara silver bay | arabianx | mare | Witch QUEEN of the desert
love, dante


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