Nyimara & none chosen THE WITCH QUEEN & HER DEMON KING
Kara Companion
Helios SECOND
HERD
- Natyre
- Shenzi
- Sigrdrifa
- Tefnut
- Zuri
FOALS
- Cambion
("Helios" x Mazikeen - Elio
(Helios x Yamuna) - Jaziri
(Shenzi x Evrain) - Sonar
(Helios x Gloriosiah)
SECONDS HERD
- Gloriosiah
- Isameine
- Solaire
- Starlight
- Vána
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 September 5, 2025 at 03:33:06 PM by W I † C H E
† recite your prayers in the dead of night †
Perched high upon the crest of a dune Witche stared down like some scavenging vulture at the pair fighting below. Nyimara, the queen of the desert, had challenged the demon king of the Dunes. She’s not entirely sure why, perhaps Lucifer did something to piss her off? Or maybe she was just looking for an opportunity to expand her ranks. At first Witche wasn’t concerned; surely Lucifer, her big strong stallion, couldn’t be bested in combat by a mare, surely not? But as the battle drew on a victor was becoming more evident, and it wasn’t going to be her king. Somehow Nyimara had won her challenge. The queen of the desert was older so maybe she had a few tricks over the relatively younger demon king. Either way, Witche was the prize on the line and now she was being shuffled off to the other side of Salem like a piece on a gameboard. I guess you could take this as a cautionary tale to be careful about what you wish for. The thought of running away had flitted through the palomino’s mare mind now and then, but that was mostly due to boredom rather than being displeased with Lucifer’s company. Of course it was nice to be wanted, and fought over, but Witche had thought it would be a big, strong, strapping young stallion that would tear her away from Lucifer’s grasp. And of course she would have preferred to be the orchestrator of her own destiny but you have to play with the cards you're dealt. Without saying a word, or even sparing a glance at her demon king, Witche scooped up her favourite bone from her collection in her maw with a haughty snort and started following the silver bay mare with reluctant acceptance. She walked with her dainty head held high and her ivory tail lashing behind her. She marched along in silence. After a few miles her head began to lower and her breathing became heavier. Her swollen belly swayed cumbersomely beneath her. She still had no idea what was going on with her but she could figure that out later. After a few hours had passed, that smoldering temper just beneath her flesh had cooled down to the point where she could focus her thoughts. Eventually she paused and dropped her bone between her front hooves. “Why me?” There was no venom in her tone, simply curiosity. Staring into the eyes of the desert queen her own mocha eyes peered through her forelock that was sticking to her brow. “I was neither his first mare nor his last,” she elaborated with the implication that she was of little significance to Lucifer, “So why me?” W I † C H E  |
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