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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    [complete]  panthers in the aisles...stalking
    #1
    breaking waves of change
    It is after our dark feline woman was supported by both Hestia, and the old Amazon queen she had worked so hard for, Lagertha, she began her journey up the mysterious new mountain. She had awoken here after the shift, but she did not venture far up it, she had run down it to see the “damage”. She did not think much of this, only of the safety of her fellow sisters. Though the jungle was vast and full of sisters that she did not have the pleasure of getting to know before the shift, she loves and cares for them all the same. If they loved the jungle as she did, they were loved by her.

    She trudged up the snowy mountainside, her determination to get to the summit was great. She was not used to cold this extreme, the jungle had spoiled her with warmth. She missed it even more now. At least the lands below were a bit more tolerable. Though, as the air grew colder and thinner, she could feel something inside her grow warmer. No...it couldn’t be? It was. Her feline soul was beginning to burn once more. She stopped in her tracks, hoping not to have anyone following her up the mountain run into her large black rump. She closed her eyes and took in a breath of sharp thin and felt her body begin to shift.

    When her lids lifted, the world was seen in her predator’s sight...she was herself again. She let out an purr of joy. Looking behind her to whomever followed her on her journey up the mountain she roared happily.

    My sisters...the magic isn’t all gone from Beqanna. It is here. There is hope yet, it gets stronger as we near the summit!! Is everyone ok so far? Shall we continue on or should we take a small break? We are almost there!

    She was their leader now, and she was damned determined to be a good one. She would not rule with a hard hand, though she would guide them with a soft one. Firm and gentle, compassionate yet ambitious. She would not let them down, especially since some of them put their faith in her even though they did not know her well. This was brave of them, and she admired them for that. Now, it was time to give back to them.

    She pushed on, heavy black paws sunk deep into the snow, her body warmer now with thicker cat’s fur. The other reason she was thankful for this gift. She missed this feline body, it empowered her. She also used this form to help the jungle in a few different ways. But, enough about that, she was not here to feel her old trait, she was here to give her sisters a new land to call home.

    As she reached the summit, she waiting for the sisters to catch up and catch their breath, then she shifted back into her horse form, feeling as if she was coming to Beqanna naked as she once came to this world. She was giving to them her raw self, opening herself, her insecurities and soft body to them. This was her plea, humble, apologetic, but filled with the passion of the jungle and love for the sisterhood. She knew why they had taken this world away from them, but, she also knew they were giving them a second chance.

    "Beqanna...I, Naga, and my fellow sisters of the Jungle, have come to you for two reasons. The first, and most important, is to apologize. You gave us so much, you blessed our parents with the gift of our lives. You created all of us, and blessed us beyond comprehension with traits and beautiful homes. But, we were selfish, and we wanted more and more, yet we did not show you thanks, nor did we respect the lands we had claimed to love. The Jungle was our beloved home, our sanctuary, our safe place, the place where we raised our children and lived in warmth and love. But, still we choose to participate in a war that ended up causing devastation to the beautiful Jungle we loved, fire ravaging the foliage and killing many creatures including other horses. We are sorry, we desecrated the land you bestowed upon us, we took for granted our traits, and we took for granted the souls within our bodies that you formed for us. For that, we are incredibly sorry…"

    She paused a moment, bowing her head respectfully and apologetically, then looking the spirit of Beqanna straight in the eyes, passion burning within the green pools in her skull...her body exuded love and strength, feeling herself stand more like a leader, unlike herself back in her younger days...unsocialized, uncivilized, wild, and low on the totem pole. She knew they, the residents of Beqanna had done wrong, and her apology was sincere and real. But, she was ready to show Beqanna that she, and her fellow sisters were ready to show that they are ready to have a land of their own again, and treat it right.

    "We come to you also, for your forgiveness, we let power, status, and war come between us and our roots. We lost our beloved home once to fire, and then….forever. I, Naga, step forward with the support and trust from my fellow sisters, to ask you to give us another chance. We loved the jungle with all our hearts, and though it is gone forever, it will live on forever within us. We have nowhere to turn to, and now we turn to you to ask for a land to call home, a land to love, cherish, and protect like our sisters before us protected the Jungle. With love in our hearts, we come to you with pure and true intentions. We will not squander what you will bestow upon us if allowed the chance to live once again in your beautiful landscapes. Please."

    She finishes there, it is all she can say, for she had worn her voice out from the thin air, she had to catch herself once again. She bowed her head in silence, her gaze flickers to the other women, as a silent invitation to step forward to stand beside her and speak if they wished to do so. But, she continues to keep quiet, green pools find their way back to the fairy before them. She hoped the love and trueness of her words would reach the spirits of Beqanna so she would once again allow the sisters a home to call their own. She said what she needed to, she put her soul into it. Not only did she hope for Beqanna to hear it, but she hoped this heartfelt and passionate petition for a land. She wanted them to know that their trust in her and their support behind her being their next Queen would not be in vain.  If they were given a new home...she was determined to be a loving, and strong queen, one they could trust and learn to love. Now she must wait....wait for Beqanna to speak her decision.
    Naga


    We have come to petition for a new land for the Amazon women!!
    Our team consists of: Naga @[Lagertha] @[Hestia] @[Nayl] @[Celeana] @[Joscelin] and  @[Vakarian]
    Here is our Amazons' Point Tracker
    We have pooled together 50 points and hope for the fairy to accept our apology Smile
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    #2
    She spun the stars on her fingernails
    She is too quick, too eager, for a taste of power she has not yet let touch her tongue. It’s so sweet, tantalizing, and Nayl watches with flashing eyes as Naga pivots and immediately turns her back to the group to begin the climb up the mountain. A sparing glance sweeps across the Amazons faces before Nayl heaves a sigh and turns to follow Naga. Her heart thuds in anticipation for a home again, but it also trembles painfully at having lost the Jungle. Thickly running in her blood is generations of fierce Amazons who have always dedicated their lives to its strength and prosperity. To have their home stripped from them is like eradicating everything Nayl is created by; all her ancestors are now gone as are their spirits and tombs.

    Uncertainty chokes her at first as she walks just a few feet behind the self-proclaimed leader, watching her every step as though waiting for her to tumble and fall. Nayl, so mistrusting and brash, bites her tongue often in these hours because she knows time may ease her rigid heart. Perhaps as the seasons pass Nayl will learn to enjoy Naga’s company, but in this moment, she grimaces at the idea of being herded like a lamb and bending her knee to a stranger.

    Their trek is long and tiresome. The rocky paths have been obviously trampled before them, but still the path is treacherous. Nayl periodically glances toward the rocky ledge where a deep plunge separates them all from death. She grimaces. When she hears Naga exclaim about the magic returning upon reaching the mountain Nayl only nods. Her lips are pursed shut, her eyes vigilant. She can feel her mind opening again and for a fleeting moment she reaches toward a rock and bring it to life from a nestled standstill. It tumbles in front of her then down the ledge. A shadow of a smile slips across her lips, but it disappears when she blinks her eyes and stares ahead. She won’t use her powers here, not when they are petitioning; it would just make her feel like she’s taking advantage and gloating her strengths. Beqanna is already angry so why pester her more by utilizing her god-given abilities? Naga has a different perspective, however, as she shifts into a panther and treads on. When she offers a pause to rest Nayl just keeps walking like a machine.

    The air is thin and it claws at her, but she tries to adjust her exertion and her pace to accommodate the breathing. Even then it’s difficult but still feasible. She doesn’t stop until they’ve reached their destination. Quietly, the girl listens but never adds. Nayl is merely here to show Beqanna that they are unified in their desire to revive the Amazons, that their hearts lie with their Jungle and their sisterhood, that they realize their mistakes and wish to learn from them, together.


    Nayl
    covet and myrina's creation
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    #3
    sweet as sugar, hard as ice.
    if you hurt me once, i'll kill you twice.

    She watches the sisters as they interact, every last one of them has an opinion, they all voice their opinions, they bicker, and sort through issues, until a conclusion is reached. One that satisfies everyone, because even through the bickering, they care for each other and refuse to leave any woman behind. This is why Hestia has come to love them so dearly. She hates this love, mainly because of her self-indulging love of her precious Valley, the place that she grew up in as a diplomat for the Jungle. Growing under the shadow of Jadis had not been an easy task, part of her despised the loyalty of her mother, and another part of her clung to that same loyalty stoking the fire to become all that her mother wanted from her. As the eldest of the Jadis line the importance of family and kingdom were ingrained into her just as the tattoos that she had borne for the Jungle.

    She begins the climb, head dipping low as she prepares herself for what may come. She doesn’t know exactly what to expect, but what she does know is that it is high, something she has never done well with before. Avoiding heights had been her life time goal, now though is the second time she has traversed the mountain and its terrible climatic range. A loose rock gives way beneath her, and terror clutches at her chest, looking down, listening to the echo of the never ending fall she begins to tremble slightly. This is no the worst of it though, she turns her face back to follow the others, each step harder to lift, each step bringing the whispers she had blocked out louder, and harder to shut out.

    Apparently even if down there all she had were the distant memories of other horse’s tales, here the magic of the ritual still existed, the blood of ancient sisters connects her to the physical memories, their anguish, their rage, their love, their never ending hunger for the blessed touch of Beqanna. Through the pain, and the headache of the rushing forces she begins to feel something, once again she feels the ground under her, not as a separate entity, no, now it feels as though it welcomes her once more. Almost like it recognizes her, just as it had before the worlds shift. She chokes back the tears, relief floods her soul, soothing her aching need for connection to Beqanna and her sisters.

    Here she can caress the land and feel a faint heartbeat, she can sense it, just barely a wisp of something more than just rock and leaf. A warmth of something existing beyond that which only the eye can see. Part of her smiles, and she looks to the sky basking in this moment. Yes she had done wrong, she had selfishly left the sisters to fend for themselves, just as the sisters of her own era had done, after the anarchist, after prague, after the demons, when all had settled and the weary souls no longer needed her, she had slipped into the shadows, she had traveled to find her Valley and later the man that she would give children too. She didn’t press the importance of the Jungles memories, the lessons that they had learned when the Jungle had banned them, she didn’t tell anyone of blood oath she took to pass those memories on to another generation. No she had waited, prideful, waiting for someone to express desire for the past, for the traditions. To remember how they gave of themselves, gave their blood, and their souls to bind themselves to Beqanna. Giving Beqanna justice, for the weak, for the wrongs others had done against her.

    There was no one there to tell them, to warn them where greed, power mongering, and unnessecary bloodshed would take them. Beqanna gives, when we give. Beqanna takes, when we take. It was words that she had, had drilled into her head from the time she was a small child. Yet even after death had taken her, even after all the wrongs she had committed… Beqanna blessed me with life once more, even though I was already passed from this world, tied to it as a ghost. Even though I royally screwed up everything I had bound myself to. She still gave me life. Please listen to hearts, and allow us to have a home to call our own. Beqanna had already forgiven her sins, she knows this without a doubt. She was not a cruel fairy/god; she wouldn’t bring Hestia back just to torture her. Hestia knows her purpose, knows that she must fulfill it. She also knows what a dangerous world it can be, not of Beqanna’s making, but of those who would stain her with rape and bloodshed. Things that prove to be difficult to prevent unless in a home. She would know, as a victim of murder, even with a home, safety cannot be guaranteed, but it can reduce the risks.
    Hestia
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    #4

    There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.

    The trek up the mountain is not an easy one. It was not meant to be. But for her sisters, for a new home, it is worth every step.

    The air grows thinner as they push on, but soon enough, magic begins to fill the air. Even as Naga turns to address them briefly, the cracks scoring her skin begin to glow and pulse with brilliant white light. Drawing in a deep breath, she pauses a moment to relish the feeling of her gifts coursing through her once again. The urge to fly is strong, to float up into the air without the aid of such heavy, clumsy wings, but she resists. She resists because the sisters need her, because supporting them is more important right now than escaping to the skies.

    Soon after, they arrive at the summit. Her breath comes short and rapid, nostrils flaring and sides heaving. With the cold, thin air at this height, it takes longer than usual to recover. But soon they have all gathered, recovered, and Naga begins speaking. Her words are pretty and humble, far more so than Joscelin could ever hope to speak. She might feel them in her heart, but words, diplomacy, these are not her strengths.

    So she remains silent. She listens quietly as others speak, and she hopes Beqanna can see the truth in her soul.

    Joscelin

    Tiphon x Elysteria

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    #5
    She has crafted new lands, turned sky to stone and stardust to snow, all for their benefit. None are like their lands before - that would make it far too easy for them to forget the lessons that she tries so hard to teach them.

    Beqanna has been waiting for the sisterhood, for the band of women whose identity was so strongly tied to the land. It is time that they find strength in something other than magic and the humid forest - it is time.

    The assembly before her is small, and she is reminded that sometimes her magics have a mind of their own, and mind she does not always agree with. Still, they have come to petition, and she is waiting for them. She does not speak, only nods her invisible head and swells within them a sudden rush of certainty and success.

    Then, as she has guided the others to their lands, she guides their hooves to their new home. Then, and only then, does she rest, her work of land creation for her children complete.

    Your new home: The Coast
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