Untill now Witche had avoided the Commons like a plague. Although she was territory leader in her own right, a humble little piece of land as it was, she wasn’t sure a title alone would offer much protection. Any pig-headed stallion could ignore the laws of the land and drag her back to his home by force.
The other reason she avoided this place was because it reminded her of him. This is where she met Lucifer. This is where she thought her life on the islands would begin. Of course she had no intentions of being a simple herdmare. She had fantasised about wearing a jewelled crown beside her demon king. That was until Nyimara came and ruined everything.
A snort erupts from her nostrils. Witche would not waste precious time and energy dwelling in the past. Time marches on and so shall she. She has come here because she is lonely and bored. Maybe she would find someone to take home with her and maybe she won’t. Hopefully there was no harm in trying.
Suddenly a scent on the spring breeze catches her attention. She knows that musk. It was all over her home when she had first arrived on the northern island, before she claimed it as her own. It had been stale then but now it was fresh. Rich mocha toned eyes swept the area until she saw a dark stallion displaying himself on top of a hillock. Why was it always dark stallions?
“IT’S YOU!” She calls to him loudly. Her tone is enthusiastic rather than aggressive. Lifting her legs and tail high she closes the distance quickly with a graceful trot. She comes to a halt in front of him. “My name’s Witche,” she smiled at him, “And I claimed the Northern Island of the ruins.” She wasn’t boasting per se. But it was hard to stop her pride from seeping into her words.
“What I want to know is, why did you leave?” She asks, tilting her dainty head to one side curiously. “Is there something wrong with it that I haven’t found yet?” She didn’t think there was anything wrong with the land. “Or maybe,” she smiles at him rather coyly, “you simply upgraded to somewhere larger and greener?” Witche rather liked her little home. But of course she would say that because it was home. Though she understood that the Ruin’s rustic nature wasn’t to everyone's tastes. And to be honest a little more grazing area would be nice to have.
