She could not believe it had been 2 years now since her mighty escape from the clutches of her absolutely insane mother. The black feline mare had her share of family drama, absolutely mad whore mother, confused naive brother, it was complicated. Her "gift" was something sacred to her, but to her mother, it was a tool for treachery. She needed to get away, she knew it was no place for her, not her cup of tea; being used. So alas, she ran her young filly heart out until she reached the warm embrace of the jungle. Now she lives in peace, no longer worried about her now disowned, insane biological family. Naga was on a bit of a life hiatus, not really doing anything in the sisterhood for the past year, it was time for her to get back into gear and start....socializing. Now, was it mentioned that Naga was a mare of little words? Not often did she come out and talk to others, so her being in the meadow right now is quite a rarity indeed. The sleek black mare was not in her equine body, her black pelt shown and her green eyes gleaming.
She slinked through the brush, her eyes flickered to and fro, swiftly taking in her surroundings. As always in her large beautiful feline body, she is almost inaudible, her paws treading ever so lightly on the soft new ground. Her rounded ears pick up something interesting, as well as her nose. She can smell horse for sure, something she can't decipher, and......dog. A low rumble developed in her throat, pushing forward at a quicker pace. Our feline amazon leaps up into the trees, now lightly slipping and slinking through the branches overhead. Soon she comes up on a peculiar scene, slowly she slips down onto a lower branch, her her black tail flicked lightly. First she sees a dark wolf, bounding about in the water below, pink sprays came off from it...blood? Interesting. Then she notices the wolf turn to look another direction, she follows his gaze and sees two pythons slither into view. One is a striking albino, the other, earthy toned.
Her round ears hear the earthy python speak, "Smother" it says. well well well...shapeshifters...maybe it is worth showing myself.. she then lets out a deep loud growl to let her presence up in her tree known. Her green eyes gleam brightly, her mouth hung open just enough to show her sleek fangs. "Hmmm...what have we here. Two slinking snakes, and a blood tinged pup." She jumps down from her high perch, prowling forward slowly. "Snake, you said your name is Smother? Naga is the name. And you, pup...I am not going to ask you what you've done or why. Don't worry. Who are you?" Naga stands proudly, her amazonian tattoo now in view. It was true, she did not care or want to know what the pup did, she just wanted to know him. Same with the snake shifter. This is the first time she has ever come across others that can shift. Now for her to meet two at the same moment, quite curious indeed. The blood did not phase her, though the fact that she is uncomfortably close to water did. Her mother showed her her fair share of gore, killing, talking of killing, being in the presence of murder and death in general. A little blood on someone was nothing new to her eyes. Just as long as it was not her with innocent blood on her pelt.
naga
the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere