08-06-2016, 05:26 PM
LET ME IN THE WALL YOU'VE BUILT AROUND.
WE CAN LIGHT A MATCH, AND BURN IT DOWN.
The heat is stifling, and in solemn silence, he begins to feel as if he might suffocate. With the air so thick with rampant humidity, his massive body has already begun to encase itself in a sheen of trickling sweat, unnerving him to the very bone and leaving him uncomfortable. Clenching his broad jaw, he maintains a steady stoicism as his heavy, muscled legs carrying him through the thickening brush, listening carefully for the more dainty, effeminate steps of the two females that trail behind him. His breath his warm on his whiskered lips as his nostrils flare, his large skull tilted towards the heavy canopy that has begun to fill in overhead. The stench of estrogen has begun to settle in the depths of his senses, and his pace begins to shift into a gentle lope.
His weight causes the moist soil beneath to sink slightly - no more unsettling than the ice and the snow that he so often treads across. His searing red eyes peer around, taking in the vibrant greenery that lines the marked but unseen border. He casts a glance to the two females lingering at each of his sides (Josie to the left, and Maribel to the right), giving the faintest of nods as a marker to slow their own pace. At last, they come to a halt, his breath heavy and his lungs filled with heavy, damp air.
His matted tresses fall in the way of his eyes, matted to his moist flesh, which continues to uncomfortably trickle perspiration. He longs now for the icy wind, the frigid snow and bitter cold - but it will have to wait; there are more important matters than his own level of comfort. He presses the brunt of his nose against the rain forest floor, and the overwhelming scent of heavy rains and carefully placed markings reassure him he is, for certain, lingering just outside of the border.
Respect is of utmost importance to him, and too many had stirred a festering anger within his own heart for crossing his own borders so carelessly - he would not do the same to Lexa or her Sisters.
He had long since kept away from the dense land, knowing what lie behind it - but with the blood bath that had reined upon them all with a quest victorious to no one, with the disappearance of the very Queen he had fought eye to eye with - change was certainly shifting throughout the land, and he knew that no one was safe from the vengeance of the Gods above. No kingdom had been spared the loss of their magical entities; he sorely doubted that the Jungle had escaped their angry revocation. Alas, though the former Amazonian Queen had attempted to vengefully end his life with her hidden, poisonous ability, he held no ill will to the land itself - Lexa had fought bravely, fairly, so he had been told - and he longed to know where the kingdom now stood. A new era has begun, and a new age is upon the horizon.
He could hold no resentment to many for the actions of one.
Craning his long, powerful neck towards the dense canopy above, his vocals call out, echoing across the land with a masculine prowess. Time would only tell what such a meeting would hold.
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA
TLDR:
Offspring, @[Josie] and @[Maribel] are here to see the state of affairs and to meet the lovely @[Lexa].