The encroachment of his space had done its work. Instead of the usual apprehension that Nyimara expected when the same tactics are presented, there is something else, something far more… interesting.
Near-black ooids catch the glint of his crimson eyes as the obsidian stallion focuses his hollowed glare on her finely dished facade. Raven sonars react to her approach; bending and bending until they disappear completely amid the curling tendrils of his thick mane. His massive head lowers, ashen lips peeling back to reveal yellowing teeth as he takes a step into the small space she left between them. ’I do not care to listen to the likes of you…’ The venom in his tone has the dormant beast within her soul purring. Despite the ferocious image his massive figure cut (especially in comparison to her smaller, exotic frame), Nyimara does not react. At least, no more than to shift her hips to allow a single hind to cock at ease against the shifting Dune. ’..keep your nose out…. I don’t waltz into yours.’ he snarls, lifting his head to glare down at her…. As though that scare tactic ever worked.A coy grin slips across her features as the silver-haired witch does her best to stifle the laughter that hangs deep in her throat. Dark eyes glitter as a single brow raises and the seductress arches her long neck to cock her head towards him. ”Has….. this ever worked on anyone?..” She purrs, flicking her whipcord idly against her heels, the grin still pressing the corners of her lips upward as she tilts her finely dished muzzle in the opposite direction now, as if allowing each ooid to settle fully on the beast independently. ”Maybe from this angle… if you curl your lip a bit more and puff out your chest but trust me… BOY….’ she quips, the last of her words dropping in octave as the humor leaves her face. ”I’ve dealt with worse than you before and rest assured you do not frighten me.” she says. Pale lashes blink slowly over dark ooids for a moment as she continues to study the beast, before dismissing whatever thoughts behind her pretty head with a snort. ”Perhaps you need time to dwell on that. We ARE neighbors after all. I will return for my pound of flesh due.” she finishes with an emphasized exhale as her gaze darts towards the colt romping nearby. An impish laugh bubbles from her lungs as the minx circles around Lucifer in much the same manner a hunting puntar might circle a herla in hopes of exposing its weakness. ”Bend the knee and I might even let you keep him and these homelands of mine too.” she finishes with a lighthearted laugh before heels dig into the sand and propel her back up the side of the Dune and back towards the Desert. At least now he knew who she was.