there's a bad moon on the rise - anyone

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

The call of home is usually too strong for anyone to resist. It seemed to be ten times more strong in regards to the sisterhood. Maybe it was the pact they made, silent or spoken aloud, that the jungle belonged to them and they belonged to the jungle. Tattoos or not, this place left a mark on them all. You could never escape the Amazons. Hiding in the jungle is something she knows well. Since her return, she keeps mostly to herself in the depths of humidity. Every now and then she ventures to the border, finding her only usefulness is as a silent invisible protector. Rarely does she speak, there hasn’t been many opportunities for it.

Today she toys with the idea of seeking out the warrior mare she had met when she first returned to the jungles embrace. Lagertha she thinks. Not that she didn’t like Scorch but the Jaqqa embodies everything she has ever learned or remembered the Amazons being. The mare reminds her of old days, a tangle of good and bad memories. Lagertha reminds her of strength. Strength was what she had given this place once, a purpose for living. She doesn’t doubt that Lagertha could give this place a good swift kick in the ass and turn it back into the respected thing it was. The jungle seems so dead, lackluster to her. Just as it had been before the mutiny, before she had claimed the throne. Lifting her muzzle to the slight breeze that finds it’s way pass leaves and vine, inhaling slowly. Winds of change, she thinks. It would happen sooner rather than later. Nothing remains stagnant for long.

Her thoughts are broken by the sound of another coming through the growth. Her head tilts slightly, golden eyes narrowed on the approaching creature. The jaguar mare takes a few prowling steps forward, as is her nature, and she wuffs softly out to the other who is still an odd shadow in the faint light. ”Who’s there?”