It was more sheer luck than talent that had allowed Nyimara to best Asmodeus in those early morning hours. The fact that she had managed to herd the girl away from her family right under Asmodeus AND Marceline’s noses was just icing on the proverbial cake. The chimera stallion had fought valiantly, so fiercely in fact, that there had been moments when the seasoned huntress was not sure she would win. One misplaced step or miscalculation, and she would have failed and been forced to limp unsuccessfully once more back to Salem. But that was not the case this time.
There was no wiping the cocky smirk off her lips as Salem came into view and her jagged hooves finally found purchase in the shallow waters that surrounded the Desert island. She had done it.There is a firmly planted smile on her lips as Nyimara pauses now to gaze back towards where Atlantis rose from the sea. Near-black eyes scan the glittering waters for any sign of the chimera stallion. Apparently, he was too busy sulking and licking his wounds to bother trying to retrieve his daughter, for there was no sign of him bobbing above the white-capped waves. Surely Marceline would just
love that. Tension begins to ease its way from her own sore and tired bones as the desert queen allows herself to begin to relax. That is, until the spotted girl grows a backbone.Movement from her peripheral vision catches the noisy splashes and has the chocolate queen turning towards the youth. Dark ooids glitter viciously as the young mare screams and lunges at her headlong, intent (however foolishly) to voice her displeasure with action. Amusement rumbles from her salt-parched throat as Nyimara pivots her heels to bring her muscular haunches to meet the girl. Despite the resistance that the shallows provided, the silver-haired woman kicks out with both hooves, intent on giving the girl a taste of exactly what repercussions rage could bring her.She doesn’t wait to hear the hiss of pain or blunt thump of where her chipped hooves may have connected. Instead, Nyimara continues forward, her lithe limbs stepping high above the blue-green waters until the waves only pull slightly at her hocks. Raven-tipped ears flicker atop her skullcap as the exotic queen glances at her companion now, the smirk on her lips growing.
”Become food for the sharks or take your chances here on dry land, it matters not to me.” she purrs, her water-logged whipcord snapping audibly against the supple curve of her hip as a malicious laugh lingers in her throat.
”Either way you will be stuck here for the foreseeable future so I suggest you get over it.” she finishes. The words hang in the air between them for a moment as Nyimara lets her steely gaze study the young mare, admiring the firm set of her lips and the hardened hatred shining in her eyes. If only her own children could learn such fierceness… such anger…. Such rage. She cocks her head towards the dunes of sand well-worn by travel.
”Fresh water is not as easy to come by here and even if you did somehow manage to escape me, you would never make the swim back without replenishing what it is you have already lost. Come, I will show you the way unless you would rather bake in the sun.” she says, waiting patiently for the girl of brandished gold to make her decision.