02-25-2016, 11:22 PM
She’s been keeping to herself for some time now, raising Larken in the quiet places of the Jungle. The little spotted girl has been more than a handful, and she’s found it better to keep her away from the hustle and bustle of the Jungle’s daily life. It’s certainly giving her a new appreciation for what her mother had done for her as a child - she feels a bit bad for the poor mare now.
But despite her isolation, her instincts are not dead. When the first scent of fire reaches her nostrils she springs into action, racing towards the central Jungle with only one pause to ensure that Larken is following along behind.
She can feel the residual heat long before she sees the ashes, and when she finally does she’s pleased to see that other members of the Jungle have already beaten her there. Including Prague, still unmistakable in her lion form (not many talking lions out there after all). Larken gives an excited squeal from behind her (“Mama!”) and Lyris is forced to force the girl back with winds as the child tries to tackle her other mother. “Larken! Not now!”
Lyris focuses in as Prague begins to speak, calling upon the sisters to decent their home. War … the war is finally here. Something within her raises its head, something she hasn’t felt in quite some time. Passion, fire, ANGER. The rustling in the forest, the arrival of all the Jungle’s creatures only adds more fuel. Someone has burned the Jungle and it’s time to make them pay.
“I will follow you Prague!” Though she has mellowed out in the years since having her daughters, she will still be a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
She turns quickly to little Larken, who’s still straining at the little winds holding her in place. “You will stay here, do you understand me?! It’s far too dangerous for you to come with me. STAY HERE.” The girl looks for a moment as if she’s going to argue, then seems to think better of it. She nods, mutely. “And find your sister, send her to follow me.” Lexa is young yet, but the girl has a clear head and power of her own. She needs to learn to fight some time … it might as well be now.
But despite her isolation, her instincts are not dead. When the first scent of fire reaches her nostrils she springs into action, racing towards the central Jungle with only one pause to ensure that Larken is following along behind.
She can feel the residual heat long before she sees the ashes, and when she finally does she’s pleased to see that other members of the Jungle have already beaten her there. Including Prague, still unmistakable in her lion form (not many talking lions out there after all). Larken gives an excited squeal from behind her (“Mama!”) and Lyris is forced to force the girl back with winds as the child tries to tackle her other mother. “Larken! Not now!”
Lyris focuses in as Prague begins to speak, calling upon the sisters to decent their home. War … the war is finally here. Something within her raises its head, something she hasn’t felt in quite some time. Passion, fire, ANGER. The rustling in the forest, the arrival of all the Jungle’s creatures only adds more fuel. Someone has burned the Jungle and it’s time to make them pay.
“I will follow you Prague!” Though she has mellowed out in the years since having her daughters, she will still be a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
She turns quickly to little Larken, who’s still straining at the little winds holding her in place. “You will stay here, do you understand me?! It’s far too dangerous for you to come with me. STAY HERE.” The girl looks for a moment as if she’s going to argue, then seems to think better of it. She nods, mutely. “And find your sister, send her to follow me.” Lexa is young yet, but the girl has a clear head and power of her own. She needs to learn to fight some time … it might as well be now.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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