into the lion's den--prague

[Imogin]

The cold heartbeat of the reptile woman slides up her face like the caress of a cadaver. Imogin shivers against her touch but she nods in agreement to the terms of the offer. Two years suited the young mare just fine.

Prague moves effortlessly to shift back to her given form. Imo lays eyes on her equine shape for the first time since she had seen the mare only as a lioness. Prague is statuesque in her nature. She is an eternal youth by her own hand. Such magic! Imogin can not help but stare as Prague seals her end of the bargain with a soft touch on Imo's cheek. With that Imogin feels herself changing. Strange and rapid the little sequins grow like scales...like chain-mail for battle. A smile ties over the young mare's lips but the ecstasy is short lived when she feels the deep burn of the mark on her chest. The now sequin mare gasps in shock thinking the magician has played a cruel joke and and granted her the request only to take it away seconds later.

Finally, once she actually listens that she realizes she isn't dying but this mark is one of labor. This was Prague's way of showing her that there was a debt owed and Imo knew she was to keep her work. Though a wiry smile is on the youth's face she nods in agreement and tries to suppress her emotions. Imo did not understand the cryptic part where her scar would not be seen by the Chamber or Valley members but it didn't matter. Her desire had been fulfilled at a small price. "Thank you, Prague, thank you..." Imogin could practically kiss her right now. "I will be where ever the Amazons and the Jungle need me to be." There is was. Her fate was sealed...and she couldn't be happier.

*imogin

giacomo x yoal