02-29-2016, 06:23 PM
Years have passed since the Chamber first burned the Mother Tree and the rumor of war began to spread. Years have passed since the Jungle had awoken her from her deep slumber after having preserved her from the great flood (not many remember that now). Aoi and Sitra are patrolling the Jungle’s perimeter when the scent of smoke stops them in their tracks. The distant caw of a single raven stands out against the din of jungle voices - foreign and foreboding. Then there is chaos as the Jungle breaks out into panic. From the wall of trees the animals flee, macaws and toucans overhead, boars and leopards at their feet. Aoi watches them as they flood forth, breaking around her and her daughter. “Stay close, Sitra” She says, eerily calm in the face of disarray. Then she barrels forward into fray towards flame and flood water alike. Prague calls them from the heart of their Mother Jungle, and Aoi urges Sitra to keep up. The young black filly follows without fear. She was born into these tangled vines. Navigating them at speed comes rather naturally to her.
Steam comes rising to choke them as Prague drowns the white fire Lupei had set upon them. They emerge from a wall of pale clouds to join the magician, their sisters, and an array of animals. Aoi counts them, looking specifically for Kataclysm. She hopes that she hasn’t been lost to flood or flame.
Prague asks for soldiers to stay behind and guard their Mother Jungle. Aoi nods solemnly, lips taught. She is angry. She wants revenge, but she will not be the one to seek it - not today.
“I will stay behind.” She says. Then she turns to Sitra, “You stay with Vineine.” She offers a thankful nod to the rose gray sister. With that she leaves to take up her post.
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