Amusment gleams in the chocolate mare’s dark eyes as the vicious mare stares down the obsidian dragga. The mirth in his voice as he replies to her remark grates the last few nerves that keep her in what anyone would deem her “diplomatic” attempt at keeping conversation civil. Irritation flashes across her exotic features as a sneer of disgust slips over the mask of indifference. ”I attempted to play nice, Lucifer. You are the one who raised his fist first. I would be a spineless leader if I had chosen to simply turn a blind eye.” She snaps, her long whipcord cracking the still desert air with a clamor. He was like a burr buried in a tangled knot, pressing against the curve of her neck just beyond the reach of her own searching teeth. Annoying and utterly useless save for interfering with one's attention.
’I’ve come with a simple set of questions…’ his words are devoid of anger, dry and emotionless as the callousness in his crimson gaze. A single brow arches as Nyimara lifts her exquisite skullcap to fix near-black eyes on the onyx beast with guarded interest. Had he finally come to his senses? Was the threat of her amassing power enough to sway his judgment? Had he finally come to extend the olive branch if only in hopes of gaining a sort of peace that has long been absent from Salem’s shores? Of course, she did not believe he had come for that. The animosity between them has only grown over the passing years, and it would no doubt only end when one of them finally found their bones bleaching in the sands. That didn’t mean she couldn’t hope that at least one battle would turn in her favor without too much effort on her part.
’When are you going to realize it’s not me starting problems between our territories?’ The first question that spills from his lips leaves her staring at him as though he had suddenly grown a second head… perhaps he had. Perhaps that is why he imagines that it was not his disrespect when she had first dared to visit his newly claimed kingdom with olive branch extended in hopes of a peaceful alliance. It had been he who had tossed it back at her own hooves with a dismissive turn of his head and bored expression on his handsome face. It had been he who first dared to defy her. Instead of keeping his borders closed and staying where he belonged, Lucifer had been the one who dared to challenge her for the mare Tefnut, a mare that she had not even known he had any ties to until the day the mare decided to up and abandon the Desert for whatever fanciful promises Lucifer whispered in her ears. Had she known of those ties, Nyimara would have kicked the bitch to the curb much sooner.
’...everything since Tefnut has been retaliation?..’ He continues, his own black whipcord switching audibly against his heels. The tension between them rising like a coming storm.
’I wont ever bend the knee, Nyimara….I won’t quit until you do.’ The last statement he makes causes the Mahogany huntress to laugh. The sound that falls from her lips is not amusement, although there is something akin to humor in the sound. No, the sound that falls from her parted lips is chaotic and even sadistic in delivery as it breaks through the rising tension and silences even the insects buzzing around the nearby sagebrush. Only when she has again caught her breath does Nyimara lift her dark eyes from beneath the thick veil of her lace-like forelock. The animosity in her eyes is endless and filled with death as the smile that slides effortlessly into place across her features.
”Then you are far more fool than I have given you credit for, Lucifer. she snarls.
”You raised the sword first, don’t be surprised when I use it to cleave your head from your shoulders.” she snorts, turning her heels on the beast. Only after a few steps does she pause and give the bastard a final farewell.
”We will see just how many Teagan’s it takes… how many children you must watch die, before you break.” she finishes, tossing her head with a final sadistic laugh.