PRAGUE
a touch of wicked, pinch of risqué
Prague has had many requests in her lifetime. She's granted Macaw wings, immortality, given mares children by magic, changed herself or others into the opposite sex; but this request was the first of its nature. The lioness laughs, it's as infectious as it has always been. She then thinks to herself that the young girl would likely feel even worse about her 'condition' by her laughing. "This request isn't typical but it's definitely doable," she says with a slow drawl, she starts circling the mare as if to size her up, as if to ask "is she Amazon material?" "Hmm, what's in it for me or rather; for the Jungle? I don't just do favors for strangers. I mean, I know your name Imogin but it's just polite to give it," she says, shifting yet again to a silver snake. She coils around the mint leg, moving up and her split tongue tasting; feeling the mare.
"I'm sure an arrangement could be made, you tell me what you're willing to give and I'll tell you if it's acceptable," she says, slowly scaling up the mares back and starting to coil around her neck. Prague was feeling more and more like herself but different in ways she couldn't exactly explain. She was feeling a tension she couldn't particularly explain, her senses were heightened; her adrenaline high constantly. Who knew what would come of the future.