of the old gods - any

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

There was this pesky thing about returning that bothered her to no end and that was her foggy memories. Large moments in the Amazons stood out but the times before she had been a ruler were harder to drudge up. She had asked Scorch to put her in both castes hoping she would find her strengths and weaknesses, however not much had been happening for her to put anything to the test. Perhaps this was how it had been in the beginning, there’s a fleeting thought of wanting to be well rounded in both areas when she had been green to the jungle, where she tested the waters at what she was good at. She could talk to others and hold an intelligent conversation. She had also been hand picked for the Alliance and knew that fighting was in her blood. It was something that she had been born to do, her father had been the general of multiple kingdoms and the spirit of a warrior had pumped through her blood till the jungle had swallowed her up. Only spitting her out now. Perhaps her skills were rusty.

The problem really was her lack of purpose. Since slinking back into the dark green depths, she had been utterly lost. If she had known that Carnage had thought her a dried up has been, she probably would have found a cliff to jump off of. It was terrible, this shell of a horse she had turned into. All she needed was a purpose, a reason to live again, a reason to strive. Something that could put the claws back in the jaguar.

Maybe it’s chance, luck, or fate that brings her into the direction of Lagertha and it’s an encounter she doesn’t mind as she had wanted to find the other on a one on one basis. The Amazonian warrior was unreadable to her although she had been able to sense the tension between her and Scorch on that first day of her return. Not knowing her really at all.. She was still rather entitled to like her. The younger mare reminded her of old allies, the friends that had helped her rebuild this place back when it had been dragged though the mud. So she offers the other her ghost of a smile, golden eyes searching her face as she tries to gain a sense of the other. ”Lagertha.” A slight dip of her muzzle in gesture of a greeting. ”You look to be on the war path.” For the others stride is filled purpose and there is an aura of determination about her. ”Something on your mind?”