11-29-2016, 11:35 PM
breaking waves of change
She watches as Nayl takes over, a women ready to take up the slack she didn't mean to leave. Of course, most of those who gather are in her favor...all but one. Beside her, her beautiful ebony spotted woman steps forward, defending our dark feline woman's honor. She is thankful, but as soon as her words fly toward Nayl, Stillwater threatens her, and before Naga can say anything, Djinni steps in. She is surprised, yet she doesn't know what to do. This bickering is what got them in this predicament. They were too busy going at each others throats to even hear Naga out, or if they did, they fought her ideas. When words cease, she lightly caresses Celeana's shoulder with her black velveteen muzzle, her words barely a whisper.
"....thank you my love..."
With that she turns her attention back to the victor, and as she speaks, Naga can feel her fur bristle as she slowly shifts. Her feline eyes burn with slight annoyance. Of course she would decide to allow men to stay and give them opportunity within the kingdom. Naga's annoyance lies with Djinni, of whom said nothing. The same woman who had an outburst of disgust when Naga held the initiation meeting and said men were to have a place here. She saw where she stood with that...Her long black tail flicked back and forth, her eyes merely slits of green in her broad black head.
As the questions of alliances and such begin to fly, Naga feels herself begin to sink. She never took initiative to visit the other kingdoms...what had she been thinking. She ruined this for herself. She could leap off one of these cliffs now and drown herself in the raging seas. She was a dedicated and skilled diplomat for the Amazons...and she failed miserably at that aspect of queendom. Of course, Nayl is doing everything she didn't have a chance to do. She wanted more bodies before establishing relations. But, apparently her numbers died more than grew. Nayl's barbed words about our black feline not doing these things just flew through one ear and out the other. She took another step forward and just sat on her hind quarters like an unenthused house cat. She had heard enough crap about her and heard so many go against her that she just sat there and let the words fly right over her head.
There would be time for karma, but she was not going to chime in and become another bickering voice in the crowd of barely nothing. She just looked to Nayl, eyes still green slits. yup...just keep poking. you won. ugh, can't I just be dead yet? She couldn't help but think it. But, she was not going to voice it. Instead she piped up.
"Well, I suppose I can start recruiting and visit a kingdom to see where our relations will stand. Is there anywhere you suggest I visit first."
She does not sound enthused or hopeful, not like she did in the beginning. And it was not a question, just a statement. She was still too sore and her wounded pride still raw from just losing her title of queen, of which she had waited and worked her whole life for. Her purpose in life was practically a delicate vase that was just thrown down onto a concrete floor. Never to be repaired again. She felt awful, but all she was going to show was not even half of what she felt on the inside. She needed something to do to get her mind off her complete and utter frustration.
Naga