09-07-2015, 10:26 AM
The changes in the Amazons had been monumental, but meant very little for Sunday. To her the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the forest top, the quiet calm of the afternoon storms, the way the flowers all turned their faces to the sky - that is the jungle. It's not the tattoos or the power, it is just its essence. Sunday finds her comfort in it and sinks deeply into its folds, embraced.
Something stirs her from her reverie. She looks up to see the little baby cat cub, the spirit of the Amazons. It hadn't appeared to her before, she is curious as to why it does now. Her ears prick toward the little guy, taking a step or two toward it. The cub pounces away, enticing Sunday to follow. She does, and after some time she hears her name on the edges of the breeze. When she turns her head to the cub it is gone.
Sunday treks through the brush until she finds him - Rapscallion. Interesting. She hadn't seen him since over a year ago during a friendly meeting. "Hello Rapscallion, how are you?" she asks, her smile warm as always.
Something stirs her from her reverie. She looks up to see the little baby cat cub, the spirit of the Amazons. It hadn't appeared to her before, she is curious as to why it does now. Her ears prick toward the little guy, taking a step or two toward it. The cub pounces away, enticing Sunday to follow. She does, and after some time she hears her name on the edges of the breeze. When she turns her head to the cub it is gone.
Sunday treks through the brush until she finds him - Rapscallion. Interesting. She hadn't seen him since over a year ago during a friendly meeting. "Hello Rapscallion, how are you?" she asks, her smile warm as always.
SUNDAY
the amazons magickal mare
the amazons magickal mare