It felt nice to be back in the jungle after so many days milling around the field looking for recruits. She had a few run ins, but none have worked out in her favor thus far. She doesn’t understand how this place is not more appealing than being a herd mare or just not being interested...ugh. Oh well. At least she is home now. No point in sulking over the unimportant. Right now was about the time she should take a little stroll around the borders of the jungle kingdom.
She walks by small groups of her fellow sisters, she would stop to say hello, but she is on a self appointed mission.
Her compact black body careens through vine and moss covered trees and hooves crushing through the fresh spring undergrowth. She is calm, so far nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No disturbances to be seen or heard. Every step of the way she is more and more satisfied with the calmness and indifference. Though, soon enough a young sounding call made its way into swiveling black ears. Naga whipped around toward the call, picking up her pace to a lofty trot. Her head held high as she searches between the trees and lush tall ferns that adorn the territory.
WHOA.
She is practically blinded, the filly was….sequins? Naga’s green eyes are wide, this filly managed to draw in the most curious of equines. She walks closer to the filly and stands in awe as she begins to speak.
At their service?? Oh….yes...Prague..that was the mare she had seen in the field. She remembered her from when she was recruiting and came across Prague inviting the mare, her daughter, to the jungle. Though she has yet to speak to Prague, she now knows who she is. Naga smiles warmly, and her deep, silky voice is welcoming.
”Oh, Prague has had you come here? If it is not too much to ask, but what do you mean by bargain? Well anyhow, welcome to the Amazon’s jungle. My name is Naga, I am a diplomat here…..wait, did you come all the way here...ALONE?
She pauses, giving the sparkling filly time to respond. Her curiosity is more than piqued. She wonders what bargain the elusive Prague has made with this very flashy filly. And where in the world were her parents!? Though, this wasn’t strange to her at all. She herself came here as a filly, trying to run away from her completely batshit crazy mother. She begins to wonder if this filly is doing the same. If so, maybe she would make a friend in this filly.
The compact black feline-esque mare steps a bit closer to offer her muzzle in formal greeting. She wonders if the filly will stay. She then flicks her tail slightly in the direction of the kingdom and takes a few steps. She looks over her shoulder to the sequin filly and speaks again.
”Well, how about we bring you up to the kingdom and we will find Prague and or Lagertha. Can’t very well leave you out here at the border by yourself.
She begins to walk forward, looking behind her and smiling lightly.
So, what is your name? You have a lovely coat.”
With that she falls silent, leaving the rest to the filly. Naga smiled, in her mind the filly looked like a disco ball. How she knows what a disco ball is? No one knows. But it would be nice to get to know this filly. Maybe she did come here under similar circumstances.
naga
the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere