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Dawn had broken over the Shore with the sort of idyllic scene he had forgotten ever existed. He watched the sky brighten from deep purple to brilliant pink to lofty blue and felt like a piece of himself had finally found where it belonged. There were still pieces of him that would forever belong to Salem and Tinuvel both, but the Shore was where his story had begun and it seemed only fitting that the Shore was where it would continue.

Now that Marceline and her crew were safely settled in the Shore, Asmodeus had taken a break from guarding the territory border to contemplate his next moves. Nyimara had been strangely silent after his theft of Cahyr, and while it put him on edge, it also made him wonder if the silver-haired witch had pulled another one of her signature disappearing acts. Strangely, the thought did not make him feel better.

He loved and hated her in the same breath, feared and trusted her, wanted and despised her. She had always represented a complicated tangle of emotions for the chimera, but he assumed that was part of the allure. He'd never liked easy things anyway.

The tobiano found himself in the Commons later that afternoon, the sun seeming almost cool on his back after the warmth of Atlantis. He had no great desire to claim anyone to the Shore that was unwilling, as seemed to be the trend these days. Everyone seemed so ready to shout claim without bothering to figure out what it was that they were claiming or if their personalities were even workable together.

A sour-faced cremello mare caught his attention, and were it not for the defiant glitter in her blue eyes, he might have continued onward without wasting his time. She didn't appear to want to be approached, which, in his experience, meant that she knew what she wanted and it wasn't some fairy tale romance. Asmodeus had neither the inclination nor patience to be anyone's happily ever after.

"Don't you look charming," he murmured as hello, settling into place a fair distance away to allow conversation but to give him plenty of time to maneuver if his less-than-gentle greeting elicited an attack. He kept up with her pace and did not attempt to stall or force her in any direction, as he wasn't entirely certain if she was the sort of mare he wanted around anyway. "What exactly is it you're hoping to attract with an expression like that?"

Adult Stallion 16.0HClassic Champagne ChimeraSolomon x Xiomara