Desolation comes upon the sky // Woolf/Heartfire

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Woolf considered her briefly, perhaps wisely asking for the other mares' opinions before casting his own based on her words alone. Scorch eyed him secretly at this, watching the ways his muscles twitched and pulled with each tiny change in gaze, the way his ears twisted to find the words of the others; in spite of all that went on in her personal life, the mare found herself undeniably fascinated by the mulberry stallion. It wasn't just the magic, either, though she guessed that it would be more powerful here than perhaps anywhere else - but it was his disposition. His countenance.

Heartfire's response added more wind to the fire than fuel, allowing Woolf the choice to either take advantage of it or not; Scorch smiled at this quite largely, the expression somewhat smug but more in a proud way than a self-indulgent one. And at the mention of mercenaries, Scorch can't help but to chime in. "And boring, once you realize that it's all grunt work."

In the end however, it was their queen who had the longest and final say - and well earned too, considering that she led them all with grace and a ferocity perhaps unmatched since the likes of ancient Khaleesis past. Scorch found herself nodding along solemnly with each point Breckin made, genuinely in agreeance with each phrase she ascribed to their cliffside kingdom.

As her speech came to a close, Scorch found herself gazing interestedly towards her cousin once more.

"So, Woolf - what shall it be?"

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[woolf]