The anger and frustration that emminates from the young mare is palpable. Despite the languid demeanor that the witch Queen attempts to maintain, the beast within purrs. The potential heartache and chaos that lay wrapped beneath the girl’s champagne flesh begs to be peeled away.

And by the gods Nyimara wants to do just that. Especially if it meant causing problems for Marceline and Asmodeus somewhere down the road.

’..You are not my friend…’ the furious words Antionette speak draw the mahogany woman’s near-black gaze as once again an impish smirk ghosts across the mare’s ash-dusted lips. ”I never proclaimed to be.” She replies, humor coloring the tone of her voice as she blinks absently at the stony face staring back at her. ”You are merely a means to an end for me. A pawn that I have stolen from your parent’s chess set.” she coos, the words spoken in a matter of fact voice.

”But that does not mean you can’t find yourself becoming more than a mere pawn….” she begins, letting her voice trail with promise. ”With a little guidance, you might even learn to be the master of your own fate, darling.” she finishes, her unusually long whipcord lashing with the same practiced slowness of a hunting cat. ”A much kinder destiny that anything your parents have offered you.” Pathetic. The word hangs on the back of her tongue. Nyimara could almost taste the deliciousness of the flavor to finally speak it aloud but she dare not. Not yet. Not until she finds her way deeper into the younger girl’s psyche.

’...at least it was better than this…’ the words are meant to sting. Despite the venom that the champagne splashed mare hurdles towards her, the bite falls uselessly aside, like a rock tumbling down the hillside to settle once more among the millions of others. Nyimara remains unmoved, despite the warning growl the beast within her rumbles.

”Such firm words for a child of these very lands….” the mare coos, her pale lashes blinking away the pleasure in her gaze at the chance to reveal this bit of truth Marceline had apparently tried to hide from her brood. ”Did your mother never bother to tell you…. She too was once a queen of Salem…that is, until she abandoned her kingdom in hopes of finding notoriety among the Peak mares. Clearly not even THAT worked out for her.”

Let that sink in little bird. Let that sink in.