The Desert is quiet, but Mazikeen isn't complaining. It is a haven, compared to the noisiness and chaos of the Cove. Warwick's herd had been bursting at the seams, and with each passing season more bodies became packed within the Cove's borders. Mazikeen had done her level best not to interact with her former lover's mares in any significant capacity - they were below her, and she had better things to do with her time than tend to Warwick's flock.

Now, with a land of her own and barely a herd to speak of, Mazikeen is far more content. She answers to no one, and the lingering silence that dominates the landscape is a balm to her once-frenzied mind. More often than not, the spotted queen simply spends her time roaming across the land, getting acquainted with the feel of sand beneath her hooves and the arid wind in her mane.

It is on one such patrol of her home that she spots a familiar figure wandering across the landscape. Mazikeen stops short, her amber eyes narrowing as she tries to get a closer look, wondering if what she is seeing is real or simply a mirage upon the rippling horizon. But the figure draws closer, and when the wind shifts to bring his scent to her, she knows without a doubt that he is real.

A wicked grin pulls its way across her lips. Never did she think she would see him again, but now he is here, and he is in her home. Their roles have been reversed, and Mazikeen can taste the anticipation on her tongue as she trots towards him.

"Well, well," she says as she draws close, "I didn't think you'd still be skulking around." Mazikeen figured he would have tucked tail and run after Nyimara to whatever hellish hole she would hide in until such a time she could come back to attempt to reclaim the Desert. That he is still here seems odd, and Mazikeen wonders if perhaps Helios' relationship with the witch queen is on tenuous footing. Or if he is simply that stupid, thinking that she would not take notice to his persistent presence within her borders.

Mazikeen circles around him, once, twice, then a third time, a malevolent gleam in her eyes as she pulls up alongside him, encroaching boldly upon his space. "Thought for sure you'd have followed your lady to wherever it is she skulked off to. Or were you hoping to take her crown for yourself?" Mazikeen looses a low chuckle into the air between them, her tail snapping across her haunches.

mare. fifteen-one. seal bay roan leopard
akhal-teke mutt. marceline x ışıksız
queen of the desert. played by pippa.