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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

The Queen's word is final.
We protect our own (Paradise & Dunes).
An enemy to one is an enemy to all. (cove)

love, dante

i dream in phosphorescence
Posted on April 20, 2025 at 03:30:45 PM by Helios

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The smell of blood, sweat, and sand dominates the Arabian's senses, cloying his nostrils. Only the sight of Nyimara --glorious and regal-- tells him of her coming. 'Helios... come.' It takes these few words to urge him forward, grimacing to some degree with each step of his bloodied hindlegs. Sharp pain skittered along the copper spine of the male, shooting down the nerves of his legs and tail. The sensations had largely rendered the cream length of his tail immobile, pain lancing though his nerves whenever he forgot to keep it motionless. Eyes narrowed to slits as Helios winced, forgetting.

His head turned to follow the Desert Queen's gesture. An oasis.. where he and his herd could rest. Relief washed through the chestnut stallion's veins, soothing the edges of erratic panic building in his chest. They could be safe here, at least for now.. until he figured out what the next steps would be. Helios allows himself then to lean on her, this silver-haired regent. The copper skin of his shoulder, sweat-stained from his efforts, meets and presses against her own. "Nyimara..." he breathed, voice strained but awash with relief. He dared, in that moment, to touch his lips to the sleek curve of Nyimara's neck: a 'thank you' for answered prayers, a gesture of appreciation and trust in her strength.

They've gone a few strides when Helios begins to relate what had happened. "Lucifer.." he hissed through gritted teeth. "He came again in the night." The memory of the moonlight illuminating the black behemoth sprang to the forefront of his mind. He could still see the glimmering satisfaction of victory in the bastard's eyes as Lucifer laughed. The memory carved out a chasm within the fallen king. "I.... lost," Helios admitted hollowly; the words sounding like a death knell in the remarkably still desert air. Several moments stretch on after the admission, in which shame and anger claw at the stallion's throat.

Unable (or unwilling) to speak further, the Arabian instead raises his head to look back in the direction of the Dunes and looses a trilling whistle: the signal he and Caesarion had agreed upon should Nyimara allow them in.

Helios

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