I want it filthy [draconis, any]

[Kimber]

let me tell you something baby,
you love me for everything you hate me for
It had been what, a year or more since Kimber challenged Draconis? Mostly it was out of pure anger and leftover angst caused by their house magician. Whatever the cause, the Jungle mare had not shown to the battlefield nor the Chamber to pay her debts. The apple didn't fall far from the tree considering that whenever the dip-dye mare grows bored, she galavants off on her own ideas of adventure. On days like today she is thankful for her bluejay wings, she can travel quicker but cooler towards the thick forage of the Amazons. In past times, it would have taken her a least a full day if not more to travel across the stretch of valleys and hills down to the humid lands.

Although the colonel is of quick tongue and even quicker to temper, she is not so irresponsible to barge into the land of Lagertha and the other warriors - at least not yet.

With a quick swoop the dip-dye mare lands just on the edge of the border, wondering if the said magician she loathed would show her face but either way she was here on business and to kill that bitch would be nothing short of pleasurable. "Oh Dra-cooon-is!" she sheepishly calls out with an impish grin and childlike tone. It pleased her to be here, just to be who she is staring at who they were. The Jungle had been very quiet since the war and Kimber would be an idiot to not investigate it further.