⍢Celeana⍢

The amazonian mare is mad, no she's pissed. She had been waiting to be initiated into the sisterhood for two years now, awaiting for her child like body to grow into her more mature body. Now that she was finally ready to take the oath, the faeries decide to steal away the magic of every kingdom. Scars and tattoos disappear out of existence, spirit animals no longer follow in the footsteps of equine, all kingdom gifted abilities are lost as if they were't even there in the first place. Beqanna isn't the same without the magic of it's kingdoms but, in this dire time for Beqanna, the surrounding kingdoms must push on. Sisters in her kingdom were few, their numbers were weakened after the war. So that only left Celeana with one duty to her kingdom, to increase their numbers in a hope that eventually when the kingdom grows enough magic will be returned. Enough magic so she could receive her tattoo to be fully initiated.

Today, she meanders about the field searching for mares worthy of the duties and commitment of the Jungle. As usual the constant affair of mares being bombarded by stallions remains a constant tone within the field, making the scenery more unwelcoming to the amazonian mare than it was in the first place. Verdant hued eyes scan the area, as the nares of her nostrils flare in breif annoyance as a stallion comes too close for comfort, she allows a kick to fly planting it upon his chest. Her lobes pin and the girls growls through grinding teeth, "Try my fucker."

The girl storms off towards a frigid pond, the first signs of winter upon Beqanna. Her eyes drift towards a pair, a mare submerged up to knees in water and a painted stallion. The mare seemed injured while the stallion placed down the sympathetic card something she saw too often in the field. Her ebony glossed lobes pinned as she approached the pair allowing her jaw to aggressively nip out at the stallion as a warning. Her ears perked up now that the line was drawn between her and the paint stallion. "I'm Celeana of the Jungle." She doesn't undermind the mare's injuries she is aware that only time can heal her within the Jungle, if she did choose to follow in the path of the sisterhood.

Rolling her shoulder blades in a rather tense tone she continues, "I'm going to lay it out straight and simple." She pauses. "The Jungle needs strong and dependable sisters, you seem up to the challenge." She silences herself inhaling the scent of the male, she could tell by his scent he was apart of the Falls. A neutral kingdom, to the Jungle as far as she knew. "So, you can continue to soak your leg or follow me to the Jungle, where we can aid in your recovery." She resumes her silence her lobes swiveling to the vocals of other equine, awaiting an answer.

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⍢Celeana⍢

Celeana could easily beat the shit out of him if she wanted but, she could honestly care less. It seems the ignorant stallion got the message wrong, she was simply was drawing a mental line between them. She grunts as his rather weak attempt impacts her flesh honestly she had experienced far worse than a silly old kick from a stallion. She chuckles silently at his kick followed by his words, she didn't think he was an asshole. She didn't think of most stallions as assholes, it's just sometimes their reputation within her kingdom doesn't necessarily surprise her. 

She steps towards the mare briefly inspecting her injuries, minor cuts and bruises are marked all over her body. She must of been at the wrong place at the wrong time to receive such a beating.Silently stepping back into place she eyes the stallion with emerald hues before responding with her rebuttal, "My Khaleesi may have connections to the magical beings of Beqanna. They can use their magical abilities to heal you in ways unimaginable." She paused allowing her shoulders blades to roll once more in a less tense manner. "There is also a wide range of medicinal herbs within the Jungle that can both aid and speed up in your recovery."

She remains silent for a moment as her speckled body begins to relax in the presence of the stallion, "It's rather unfortunate that the Falls no longer holds it's magical entities. Otherwise I would insist you follow him." She allows herself to smirk as a roguish smile forms upon her ebony lips. "Our numbers may be small but, we are a respectable sisterhood within Beqanna." She adds on. Her verdant green essays shift from the stallion to mare once more, "Was that enticing enough for you?" She states with a rather salty tone. There was no way in hell she'll let this mare walk into a kingdom that couldn't help her with her injuries.

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⍢Celeana⍢

Okay, now she's pissed off. She showed the smallest little spark of sympathy for the mare, for her injuries. She offered properties to heal her at a quicker rate than the stallion could offer but, this ungrateful bitch can't seem to get the picture. Her teeth grind with aggression and her nostrils flare in a hostile manner. She's done with speaking to this bitch.

Celeana is stronger and has the advantage, her jaw gripped tightly as she continues to grind her teeth, enraged. Who does this fucking ungrateful bitch think she is? That she has the authority to question any word that spills from Celeana's mouth? Hell no. This bitch needs to learn her place, and it's definitely lower than her. 

She remains silent. Inhale, exhale. Still silent. Inhale, exhale. Her body becomes less tense after multiple deep breaths to hold down her anger. Calmly she states, "Perhaps my Khaleesi can show you her ability. She has the ability to control carbon." She keeps her cool ,a smile returning to her lips. "There are many that are gifted, if you think it's lies I speak just take a glance around." Celeana searches the field, her eyes linger upon few equine gifted with such abilities as flight(wings), a horn, brightly colored limbs/bodies. They are all representations of the truth that she speaks of.

"His kingdom doesn't lack anything that mine does. Only men that is." She adds, inhaling and exhaling to receive her anger once more. "Although I would love to waste all the time in the world talking to both of you. I am needed in my kingdom. So would you mind making a choice?" She states with a slight hint of annoyance, she would prefer to be within the bounds of the Jungle instead of standing here all day in the soon to be harsh weather.

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