trippin on the constellations we see [ANY]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

Back in her day, there had rarely been an Amazon with tattoos. The markings had never been relied on to recognize a fellow sister and so she is not taken aback by this mare’s lack of them. Nor is she offended by the cautiousness of the stranger’s greeting and straightforward tone. Business is business. How many times had she done the same thing when the jungle had once beens hers? A moment is taken… It must be taken for she must shake off these ghosts that mock her. Shaking her head clear of the wisps of the past that spiral down her ears and cling to her mind.

Liz would have known this was an Amazon a mile away, even without her decorative tattoos. Her movements, the underlying strength in her voice and gestures, her voice. Amazon. This one was far from weak and the jungle doesn’t tolerate weakness. A whisper of a smile finds her lips before she speaks, not full of the bite and ferocity she had once been renowned for. In due time, once the dust had been shaken off of this creature who had been sitting on the shelf for far too long. ”I mean you nor your sisters any harm.”

Her dark body takes a step forward, bringing herself into the other’s view for a proper look. Dappled jaguar spots glistening as the sweat clings to her hide. ”I’m Tantalize.” She pauses as her piercing amber gaze makes eye contact with the Amazon before her. ”This is my home.” It’s the first time since she’s come back that she’s felt certain of anything and it shows. The old ways of the former Khaleesi stirring briefly with this absolute statement, her words tinged with a quiet fierceness.