tantalize
I'll believe in you and trust
On the day you finally see the way you treated me
Was a far cry from love
Nayl’s presence is not unwelcome despite the little they know of each other. Nerine’s ruler easily slides in and solidifies Liz’s presence, a gesture that is not missed. An action that contradicts with what Offspring had told her but then again, he was a guy. The way of the Sisters had always been different, hard. It was good to know that the Sisterhood wasn't completely forgotten.
There is tension throughout this group, a thick cobweb that she can feel along her back. Her concern is not with whatever negative undertones vibrate within the discussion. It’s with the words that swiftly come from the coy lips of the buckskin mare. The white stallion with red eyes. Instantly a rush of emotion swirls in her breast and instinctively she tenses, curved ears folding quickly into the mass of ebony locks as they pin against her skull. The jaguar mare swiftly steps up to the mare, closing whatever little space was between them. Her muzzle snaking out as she inhales deeply against the other’s flesh. Pulling away with disgust, a glint of worry in the depths of gold. ”Gryffen.” She states flatly before moving back to stand beside Nayl.
Not much had worried her even when she had ruled the jungle. But Gryffen had always been a different story. They shared blood through their father but even Cross had rejected his son, unable to deal with his madness. Gryffen had always been dangerously brilliant crossing on borderline maniacal genius. She remembered his deeds in the Chamber during her rule and long after. Not to mention the most recent vendetta he had against her after she had stowed away his child at the request of her abused mother, hiding her in the jungle. It had been a brilliant move as Lagertha had taken the child claiming it as her own. That’s what one did in the Sisterhood, they protected each other. No matter what.
So the white wraith was back and had apparently already laid waste to a kingdom. Her lips press tightly together, this was worse then what he had done in the Chamber. It seemed he was done being a behind the scenes schemer. He was branching out on his own.
The quiet gray mare that had joined before Nayl is quiet no more. She seems to know more of what had befallen this Taiga. Walls of thorn and bramble, dark magicians. Her nostrils flare and she can barely contain an eye roll. Typical. The gray mare then introduces herself, having seemed to pluck her name from the wind. A slight dip of her muzzle, knowing she had never introduced herself but little seemed to surprise her anymore. ”It might not be my place, but I would be cautious of the diplomats you choose in the future Djinni.” Her scathing gaze now casted on Karaugh. ”You’re practically dripping in his scent.”
I'm cool with it <3