A flash of silver glints in the sunlight as the witch manifests from the deep shadows of the forest. A coy smile curves across her ash dusted labrums as the proud minx tilts her finely dished profile, her near-black eyes judgemental. ”Is that what you call it?” The tone of her voice is thick with destain as she shamelessly lets her gaze roam over the dull, mud and dirt spattered coat of the tall chimera stallion.
Tyr.Not many of her suitors remained by her side in the long run and the once Lagoon boss had been no exception. A single night of heated passion share between to fiery and fierce spirits. Marks had been left, teeth had scraped skin and welts had shown proof of their coupling, long before Uhtred made his way into the world. Tyr. There had been a time when the cream beast’s name had been whispered with the same reverence and fear as her own. However, like Bjorn, it did not miss her ears when suddenly his greatness evaporated and the strength and cunning he once possessed turned into nothingness. Existance. All for the sake of love. What a joke.The scoffing amusement dances in her dark eyes as the woman sidles forward, acknowledging the younger stud with a dismissive flick of her fluted ear. He was not what summoned her from the shadows.An impish grin slides effortlessly across her ash-dusted labrums as Nyimara comes to an easy halt, her sleek, chocolate colored coat bright in the patch of sunlight that the trio found themselves in.
”Here I was thinking your bones bleached the islands somewhere…. Not quite sure about this…. Whatever you want to call it…. Appears to be any better.” she sneers, an emotionless chuckle lingering in the recesses of her throat as she continued to eye the beast. Inviting him to rise to the callenge or cower like a curr in the sight of her inpenatrable armor.