temptation: any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

If Scorch could have peeled back the skin and bone that artfully hid Traton's brain, she would have found the thoughts therein unendingly interesting. To serve under the court of men was akin to selling oneself to the devil Carnage to the Leviathans, the sisterhood, and long ago, the Amazons. On her breast, the queen sported a small rose and vine, in remembrance of that nigh-forgotten kingdom. Though their ideologies were now carried forth by the Leviathans, if Scorch could read Traton's mind, she would have felt a clench in her stomach; a wish that, somehow, the Amazons were still here, to welcome such a hard-and-fast woman of self strength and morals.

But she could not read the paint's mind, and was left to wonder at the queer expression that momentarily coloured that person's face.

She nodded her head appreciatively at her admission of willingness to work wherever she was needed. "Nerine will benefit greatly from your contributions, Traton. I'll place you in both the peace and the war caste - but your foremost duty, as a fledgling Sister, will be to bring others to our cause. Women primarily - but we will not exclude men, should they show a genuine interest in the Sisterhood." She wondered momentarily if this would be cause for some disruption in the certainty that her new recruit felt in regards to Nerine; but the fact of it was that they would not change their ways. They'd been exclusive once; and in this new world, it was no longer beneficial or feasible.

Scorch pivoted around, inviting Traton to come walk alongside her as they delved deeper into the Nerinian forests. "So, tell me about yourself. You obviously aren't from here - but you seem to have a far better understanding of kingdoms that most new comers do." Call her intrusive, but if there was one thing Scorch upheld, it was having an intimate relationship with each of her subjects.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[traton]