It appears she has kings.

It is quite a foreign concept, two men ruling together. In her experience, stallions were testosterone-fuelled asshats at the best of times, with their brains always situated somewhere decidedly south of their skulls. Co-ruling with another male surely went against all their burly, manly, I-am-man-you-come-to-my-cave attitudes? A stallion needed a woman's level head to balance out his hot-balled impulsiveness, her ice to his fire. She wonders, then, how this joint rulership will work.

When she sees who her new kings are, her brow lifts almost into her forelock. Darling Mauja, eyeball-eating Mauja, racist Mauja, king of a herd of mixed species? However will he cope? The silver soldier's eyes drift to his co-ruler, a handsomely brooding black stallion that Nyx would most certainly pound like the fist of an angry god if he was that way inclined. After all, in every other herd she'd lived in, it had been the lead stallion's job to fertilise all his mares, to fill every vacant belly with his foals to expand his empire and his bloodline. To the victor goes the spoils, and what other incentive is there to rule a herd? Another reason why this two-king thing surely couldn't work - both men would be coming to blows within the week about who got to bang who.

Although, she reasons, Mauja and Miscellaneous Black Hottie always had each other, if the worst came to the worst and they couldn't decide which mares were rightfully theirs. She has to smother a choking laugh at the mental image that comes to her. Bet the black guy's a top, she mentally says to Dominus, who simply flashes her a disgusted look from his position beside her foreleg.

Not everybody seems as gleefully amused as Nyx at the notion of having two men as kings, however. A young, brash equine stallion - who looks strangely familiar to the ironheart - comes out with a load of most unpleasant vitriol, and Nyx's ears slick back to her head. "Well, aren't you a disrespectful little shit," she points out, her frigid gaze fixed on Cathun. Dominus growls to punctuate her point, his tail lashing behind him. Back in her day, stallions put young colts like this in their place - it seems Mauja and Hottie are slacking on their manly duties already. Probably too busy off squabbling over whose crown is the prettiest.