08-21-2016, 10:47 PM
the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
There’s hope for the Jungle yet. She’d been pleasantly surprised by the turnout at her first meeting (seven!), and is even more pleased by the recent activity of her sisters. Their kingdom is alive … not the most active … but alive. And they can only grow from here.
Her mind flips through next steps for the kingdom as she continues on her usual sweep of the borders. There are kingdoms to vist, alliances to be offered and solidified …
So much to do, and so little time.
She’s reaching the northern most point of the border when a faint scent attracts her attention and her ears perk to listen as her nostrils flair to better catch the scent. Two mares. One she recognizes - Celeana - but the other is a stranger. Both scents are intertwined together, as if Celeana met the stranger at the border and entered together … but there’s something else in the scent. Blood.
Her concern is peaked, so she too turns inward into the Jungle to follow their trail. She tracks them for a few minutes, noting the crushed foliage in their wake, and the lack of fresh bloody left on the trail. The injury is not fresh, whomever it belongs to.
Eventually the sound of two horses crashing through the underbrush reaches her ears and she lets out a nicker to let them know she is approaching.
When they finally come into sight her eyes immediately begin to inspect Celeana. When she’s satisfied that it’s not her Sister that is injured, she finally begins to eye the newcomer. She barely spares a passing thought for the lurid colour of the mare’s coat, fixing in on the dried blood staining the mare’s coat. “Celeana, is your friend alright?”
Her mind flips through next steps for the kingdom as she continues on her usual sweep of the borders. There are kingdoms to vist, alliances to be offered and solidified …
So much to do, and so little time.
She’s reaching the northern most point of the border when a faint scent attracts her attention and her ears perk to listen as her nostrils flair to better catch the scent. Two mares. One she recognizes - Celeana - but the other is a stranger. Both scents are intertwined together, as if Celeana met the stranger at the border and entered together … but there’s something else in the scent. Blood.
Her concern is peaked, so she too turns inward into the Jungle to follow their trail. She tracks them for a few minutes, noting the crushed foliage in their wake, and the lack of fresh bloody left on the trail. The injury is not fresh, whomever it belongs to.
Eventually the sound of two horses crashing through the underbrush reaches her ears and she lets out a nicker to let them know she is approaching.
When they finally come into sight her eyes immediately begin to inspect Celeana. When she’s satisfied that it’s not her Sister that is injured, she finally begins to eye the newcomer. She barely spares a passing thought for the lurid colour of the mare’s coat, fixing in on the dried blood staining the mare’s coat. “Celeana, is your friend alright?”
lexa