there's a bad moon on the rise - anyone

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

It is quite unlike her to be spooked so easily but then again she is quite unlike her old self these days. Constantly hunting down her past, trying to put pieces together. It’s all an effort to regain her old sense of self again but perhaps it was a lost cause. She is stagnant, a shell. The small glimmer of steely hope in her core is flickering with lackluster, close to burning out. Perhaps her and the jungle are more tied up then she is aware of, both dying a slow and lingering death.

Lagertha.” She greets quietly, her muscles slowly contracting and loosening as she exhales her tension. A hint of a smile turning the corner of her lips as her gold eyes find that of the spiny mare and the warrior. A slight nod in greeting is given to the unfamiliar as she brings herself further out in the open. ”Ephrelle.” How odd that she was just thinking about the shield maiden and then there she was, bringing another with her. Her gaze turns to that of the silvery jaguar cub and she stares at it for a moment before asking bluntly. ”What is that?”

A few Amazonian’s had tattoos when she had ruled but it hadn’t been the norm, hadn’t been a gift till after she was gone. The whole thing doesn’t confuse her or throw her off as it might for the others. She can tell who belongs and who doesn’t simply by the way they held themselves, the shortness of their coats, and the telling scent of the jungle. It was the old ways perhaps but they had always served her just fine.