[private] Ashes to ashes... - see within.

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The memory of her past self, of her first incarnation, left a bitter taste in Scorch's mouth - though sweetness could be deciphered, too. Sometimes, it all seemed too much to reflect upon; indeed, as she had stood next to Hestoni upon the listless sands of the beach, she had simply allowed herself to forget. To watch the waves in an utter trance, hearing only the breathing of her lover, and knowing only the comfort it brought.

For now, however, she was without that comfort. And the memories were irrepressible.

Her mind's eye skittered, without chronology, from one life event to the next. The angry, iron fist of her youth, crawling its way to the top at the expense of anything. Growing up under the shadow of Echion, and knowing only the coldness of that "mother." Feeling nothing but the undying need to make her proud, to do her legacy justice. The dragon dream, and losing what little there was in way of her beauty. Meeting Hestoni in the meadow, how he saw past the vicious, biting scars and wrinkled, hairless skin. Fighting herself in yet another dream, and taking on the manipulation of twilight. Birthing her many children, her relative harem; and coming to love them, in her own way. The power struggle with Lagertha, and the endless exchanges of cruelty therein. The befriending of Kagerou - oh, Kagerou... I'm right here, sister. You needn't worry. Go on.... And Malka, and Brunhilde. The gaining of the thrown, and the ruling of the Jungle as the fire-clad Khaleesi. Her attempt at building an empire, and the failure of that enterprise, which ultimately brought about her demise. And Volcan... Her long lost child.

Indeed, her questions were many; but her memories were far more.

Scorch's dragon eyes fixed themselves on two far off figures - one familiar, adorned with wings, and the other not. Eyelids flickering from heat vision to night vision - as the dusk was quickly giving up its fight to the dark hours - Scorch attempted to place the familiar shape. Yet it was not until the mare appeared between the boughs and branches of the dense forest that Scorch could place her; Tantalize. The mare who had taken her last child, Vi, and sworn to try and find the missing twin. So long ago; and by the unexcited nature of the woman, without any good news. Ah, well. A wry smile slipped to her lips despite that realization; time would tell.

"You thought correctly, Liz. I simply happen to... Not be, any more." She inclined her head, humour glimmering in her eyes. What a thrill, to be among the living once again! What a rush.

The second figure approached, and Scorch turned her piercing gaze upon the girl. Lithe, blue, splattered; the roaning as apparent as it once had been upon her own skin. She flared her nostrils, attempting to drag out some secret scent that might reveal the identity of this stranger; but the secrets would reveal themselves, it seemed. Scorch raised her brows in a small show of shock, if not scorn.

"Surprise, indeed. Which one of my brood do you happen to be borne of? You couldn't blame me for not knowing. The brats were endless." A forehoof lifted, pawing the ground, venting the energy and excitement the mare felt. So many questions. Why weren't they answering them, all at once?

Always the impatient one, Sco. Give it a sec, babe.

Snorting at his comment, she allowed her hoof to fall and be silent.

"So. What the fuck have I missed? Being dead is a time consuming task."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

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