06-05-2015, 08:53 PM
She'd risen early this morning, sneaking away from the Jungle as the first rays of sun had peaked their way over the horizon. It's become a bit of an occasional habit of hers since her return. She had realized early on that while she was in the kingdom, she would have to keep herself restrained. The creatures of the Jungle and her fellow sisters would not be likely to appreciate it if she meddled too much with their weather.
And so, every once in a while, she travels to the mountains on the Jungle's eastern border to let loose. She plays with the elements, brining out the wind and the rain, and drawing lightning down from the heavens to strike the earth at her feet. It makes her feel powerful. It makes her feel ... alive.
But she is done for today, and she has returned to the jungle with an easy smile on her face. She feels particularly refreshed on this day - she'd created quite the storm this morning. Her coat is still soaked through from the rain.
As she nears the northern border however, the unmistakable scent of an unfamiliar stallion catches her attention. She studies it for a moment, investigating. The scent is mixed with a few others - ice and snow (the Tundra she presumes), sweat and flowering plants (the Jungle), and the scent of a sister that, at the moment, she can't quite put a name to.
Curious, she decides to follow the scent. The stallion is clearly no stranger to the jungle by both his scent and his path, and she wonders what would bring a Tundra stallion here so often that he smells a little of the Jungle kingdom.
It doesn't take her long to track down the stallion - he's moving rather slowly - and she takes a moment to appraise him before approaching. He's clearly a fighter - he's well muscled, and the scars that cover his body speak of the many battles he must have taken part in. Not bad really. She grins cheekily.
"Since when have Tundra stallions taken to ignoring our borders?" Her tone is serious, but the look on her face is entirely opposite. She's not worried. This stallion is clearly not a threat.
And so, every once in a while, she travels to the mountains on the Jungle's eastern border to let loose. She plays with the elements, brining out the wind and the rain, and drawing lightning down from the heavens to strike the earth at her feet. It makes her feel powerful. It makes her feel ... alive.
But she is done for today, and she has returned to the jungle with an easy smile on her face. She feels particularly refreshed on this day - she'd created quite the storm this morning. Her coat is still soaked through from the rain.
As she nears the northern border however, the unmistakable scent of an unfamiliar stallion catches her attention. She studies it for a moment, investigating. The scent is mixed with a few others - ice and snow (the Tundra she presumes), sweat and flowering plants (the Jungle), and the scent of a sister that, at the moment, she can't quite put a name to.
Curious, she decides to follow the scent. The stallion is clearly no stranger to the jungle by both his scent and his path, and she wonders what would bring a Tundra stallion here so often that he smells a little of the Jungle kingdom.
It doesn't take her long to track down the stallion - he's moving rather slowly - and she takes a moment to appraise him before approaching. He's clearly a fighter - he's well muscled, and the scars that cover his body speak of the many battles he must have taken part in. Not bad really. She grins cheekily.
"Since when have Tundra stallions taken to ignoring our borders?" Her tone is serious, but the look on her face is entirely opposite. She's not worried. This stallion is clearly not a threat.