For the first time since the twins birth, Nyimara finally feels strong enough to risk a swim across the channel in search of new recruits. Although Helios brought a fair number of herd members with him when Lucifer took over the Dunes, the members of the Desert seem to have begun dwindling down even more than usual. If she intended to unite Salem beneath her rule once and for all, she would need numbers behind her. When autumn’s grasp finally released itself from the islands, the silver-haired witch risks the chill of a winter swim.
Despite the length of time since she last risked a swim in the turbulent salt waters, Nyimara reaches the main island without too much trouble. Exhaustion tugs at her legs, but the determination in her mind quickly manages to overshadow it. The mahogany woman gives her slender frame a quick shake, shedding the majority of water that clung to her coat. The action is surprisingly invigorating, and she quickly picks up a bouncing two-toned beat over the well-worn path that led from the sand-covered beach to the shelter of the forest-lined commons.Despite the dusting of snow left over from a late night chill, the desert bred mare was feeling almost giddy. Although she made certain to take time for herself during patrols, there was something almost invigorating about a change in scenery coupled with familiar and unfamiliar faces…. Speaking of which…..The first commotion she comes across piques her curiosity. Twin sonars flex atop her regal skull as the silver-haired woman focuses her near-black gaze on the gathered group. The black Dunes demon is easily recognized. His broad figure and lucious, wavy locks would make him stand out and above any crowd. He would perhaps even be somewhat handsome if it weren’t for his obnoxious disposition and haughty personality. That alone is more than enough reason to beckon her approach. However, when she does manage to recognize another face amid the tense group, it draws a frustrated groan from her lips. Marceline.Of course, it would be Marceline at the center of the terse gathering. Despite her distaste for the spotted mare, Nyimara cannot resist the urge to approach if only to poke at the proverbial bears that stand before her.
”Well well, look who has come crawling to the commons in search of another fool to latch onto...” she coos, her voice honey-soaked venom. Pale lashes blink slowly over her amused gaze as Nyimara tilts her finely dished head, mock concern furrowing her brows.
”What happened dearest? Asmodeus finally tire of your constant nagging?” A chuckle rumbles from deep within her breast as the mahogany woman lifts her proud skullcap, a smug grin upon her lips.
”Don’t know about the rest of them but the black on here might be dumb enough to fall for your bullshit…” she taunts, flashing Lucifer a malicious grin before fixing her vicious gaze once more on Marceline’s dour features.
”Your brother says hello.” ..