09-28-2017, 05:53 PM
tantalize
Through those times you are gone
You won’t do this alone
What had always made the Amazon’s so special was not the jungle itself but the sisterhood foraged within it’s green depths. They had always stuck together despite what it might cost. That was the way of the shieldmaiden’s, fight now and ask questions later. It had been when she had ruled it, they had answered her call even if they felt misgivings. Sisters always had each other’s back. Always.
It’s why she has stayed in Nerine despite curiosity elsewhere and the quiet of the coastal kingdom. There was still spirit there and in it’s Queen. Still, she needs substance of mind and so she often takes to the skies in search of something that will sate her curiosity. The finely pressed feathers of ebony fold lightly as they settle against her russet sides. Prowling the forest despite the risk. She knows who often lurks here but she assumes his attention is diverted elsewhere lately. She assumes he’s not aware of her yet.
The jaguar mare slips through the needled pines and soft earth, coming across a mare who is lipping at a piece of thawing ice. Golden eyes dilate and contract as they focus on her. There’s a familiarity but the woman is a stranger to her. Little does she know how past and present combine with the silver roan before her. The daughter of Scorch (a predecessor of her throne, recently back from the dead) and the Mother of the dark irritating boy that had managed to hit a nerve in her core harder than anyone had before.
Jaguar dapples catch in the pale light that manages to flit through the canopy, offering a wisp of a smile as she peers at the mare through tangled raven tendrils. The smell of smoke still singes her nostrils and she tosses her muzzle in the direction of the burning land. ”Shame about that isn’t it?” She mentions quietly, wondering if perhaps the strange silver tinted woman may have played a part in it. Never hurts to be a little suspicious.
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