[open] Desolation comes upon the sky // Any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

It's fucking cold.

And the funny thing? She hadn't stepped a hoof outside of Nerine since the contagion. Icicle Isle what? You think this bald, ancient rat-looking horse could survive on an ice cube, never mind the northernmost cliff side kingdom? That's hilarious.Even if she ever did catch the plague, Icicle Isle would be the last place she turned to; that being said, the mare had chosen to stay in Nerine regardless of the possibility of sickness.

With every breath she took, she risked infection; but she yet breathed the air of the ancient Amazons, and that alone was enough to anchor her to this dismal hunk of land, through hell and high water. She stood for all her Sisters who no longer could, for those who died in the name of the Jungle. "The Cliffs" didn't have quite the same ring to it, but the title of Leviathans at least matched that of Amazons. It wasn't the same - and it never would be - but Nerine served its purpose in its own right, to its own kind of completion.

She thought upon these matters close to the border of the kingdom, tucked into the gnarliest part of the pine forest in an attempt to recreate the sensation of being Jungle-bound. The mental distraction was good for the mare, though the trees were better, as they sheltered her from the brunt of the cold winds which so made her curse Nerine. Although the light filtered in as it might have before, the lack of vines and the lack of jaguars and the lack of hot humidity left much to the work of the imagination.

Sighing heavily, Scorch looked at a spot ahead of her and began manipulating the mixing light and dark. Twisting and shaping, she slowly built the image of a leopard, silvery and ghost-like; and though she knew the light-fixture resembled the Jungle spirit only in shape and not in heart or soul, she smiled, watching it stalk to and fro in slow liquid motion.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle