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 May 4, 2025 at 02:43:51 AM by Nyimara
Even now, Nyimara still felt a sense of fury and hurt at Asmodeus’ abandonment. She loved him, at least in the aspect of love that she knew. She had raised him like a phoenix from the ashes of his prison in the Cove and set him on a forward path to success. Not only had she made him one of her kings, but she had even made him HER king, her chosen. Hell, she had even given up the dream of a life with Bjorn to return to him. And how had she been repaid? Abandonment.
In his defense, she had abandoned him first, but still, she had a right to be furious. She had a right to feel the familiar flames of jealousy fanning themselves as he played the role of dotting lover so perfectly for the spotted bitch. Always a red-spotted woman. First Bjorn and now Asmodeus. The irony of it is not lost on her. Especially after her failure to beat the chimera back the first time. Now, now she would retrieve her son. What filth Asmodeus burned into his mind would be hard to replace but maybe some time with her brother would show him what it was to be a true king.Instead of letting herself drown in the fury, or go rushing back to the Shore to leave a few new marks on Marcy’s spotted coat, the silver haired queen took advantage of the rising adrenaline in other ways. Productive ways. Each morning saw her patrols, especially near the Dunes. Helios’ warning of the black beast was… inconvenient. But fierce as she was, the witch would not show any outward display of fear. Not beyond being proactive anyway. Most mornings, she brought Natyre along with her, using the cooler hours to teach and train the young girl in the advantages and dangers the desert and its occupants offered. It did not surprise her in the least how easily the girl picked up on these skills and was quickly becoming quite the prodigy.This morning however, Nyimara’s dreams are enough to cause her to stir earlier than usual from her slumber. Frustration and hurt weigh upon her cold heart as quietly she shies away from the possible companionship of Helios or Shenzi. She needed to be alone. She needed solitude.But just as with her luck, it is not meant to be. As if summoned by her dreams, the rough baritones of Asmodeus ring over the silence of the early morning. Twin flutes pitch forward in recognition and then disappear altogether beneath the silken threads of her silvery locks. Dark eyes narrow as nostrils flare, blasting a plume of hot air to wreath her finely sculpted features in much the same manner as smoke from a dragon.For a moment she debates ignoring him, letting him be forced to wait until his patience runs out and he either disappears or is forced to come searching for her. Petty she knows but something about the idea seemed rather… pleasing. But she did not want to risk giving him even more opportunity to turn Cahyr against her. No more than he no doubt has already done.With deliberately slow steps, the Desert queen makes her way towards the shores of the beach, pausing only when the silhouetted forms of father and son come into view. The familiar ache in her breast revives as she gives pause, admiring the similarities between father and son. Say what she wanted about him, Asmodeus and she did manage to throw some handsome children. Even if he was a deserting bastard. Velveteen labrums press firmly together as the mahogany woman sashays across the dunes of sand that separate them. Sleek serpentine curls as the exotic woman presses her muzzle against her concave breast, her steps floating and effortless. Long silvery-white whipcord billows behind her as the sea breeze billows around them. ”Asmodeus….” she purrs, his name honeyed-venom on her tongue. She glances at Cahyr, noting the young stallion’s own unreadable eyes and firmly pressed lips. Clearly he would rather be anywhere else than here in this front row seat to his parents confrontation.Nyimara turns her sharp gaze back to Asmodeus, lifting her small chin to narrow her eyes on his blue-green pools. ”It hasn’t been so long that he does not remember his way home” she bites, her banner snapping audibly against the supple curve of her womanly hip. ”Why are you here? I have no need for an absent king”Replies:
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