Desolation comes upon the sky // Wolfbane

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The tides of Beqana swelled and threatened to turn, whooshing and cawing in the throat of gulls and the cries of babes as war dawned upon their ethereal horizon. The electricity of the change seemed almost to revive Scorch, who had in some ways slumbered these past seasons. Who could blame her, though; a second attempt at conception had thwarted her and Hestoni, and for some time, the grief of coming to terms with her more-than-likely infertility had overwhelmed her ability to properly shoulder her duties as Dosh.

But as autumn turned to winter and the months passed her by, Scorch slowly came out from her depression to breathe in the crisp, snow-filled air as if born anew. The small rose on the right-hand side of her chest glistened wetly against her hairless, mutilated skin, a reminder of what the kingdom of Nerine attempted to preserve in its nature and ways; she, Scorch, was the last remnant of a dead culture. She alone now was marked by the Jungle Rose and Vine.

Sending a bristling cloud of vapour up from her nostrils, the Amazon set out from her place in the base of Nerine's pine forest, southward. She had it in mind to visit a kingdom whose new king had been present during Wishbone's coronation, the shifting of the crown from her ancient and wise head to one full of youth, vigor, and innovation. Though Scorch would always be available to lead the Leviathans, she knew when to step back, too; that being said, she had a keen interest in meeting the young stallion who'd now signed on contractually to serving Nerine, and thus had set out to find him.

Sped along by distracting herself with some tricks of light and darkness, it felt like no time at all had passed before Scorch found herself resting just outside the Loessian scent line. Although she'd never visited before, something about the air here sat differently in her lungs than she'd always imagined.

Settling into a hip, her spectacularly keen eyes flicked to heat vision, watching carefully for one to approach her silently knocking presence.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Wolfbane] Scorch said "I HAVE MUSE TO THREAD WITH THIS KID" so here <3