there's a bad moon on the rise - anyone

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

Spirit of the jungle eh? So it had taken an actual shape and the form it used was quite fitting indeed. The russet mare, who shared the same spots as the lounging spirit above her, moves closer to the cat and stands directly beneath it. She gazes up, golden eyes meeting golden eyes, and smiles to herself. There is no fear with this jaguar, instead she feels a kindred connection. In fact she feels almost like her old self, standing so close to it.

They have all sinned against the jungle in one way or another. Losing drive and not serving in the way they should, giving up, disappearing, making bad choices. However the jungle forgives them, sometimes repeatedly, and second chances are usually given depending on how bad the betrayal was. For those first few days she had returned, the jaguar mare had barely slept. Fearing repercussions for what she had done, leaving her sisters when they had needed her most. Her dreams turned into nightmares, vines twisting across her body and holding her hostage. She remembers that nightmare well, when the snakes had crawled inside her and she was being torn from inside out thanks to the cougar that had captured her in his cruel grasp. But that had only been a dream..

Shaking her head, she returns her golden gaze back to her sisters. A single ear flicks in the direction of Ephrelle, catching her question. ”The jungle is… Quiet.” A glance at the General as she wonders if they can detect the hint of distaste in her voice. Part of her feels that she has no room to talk after what she has done. However the jungle had fallen into slumber once before and she had roused it awake with a little help from her friends. Experience in this situation could be of use if anyone wanted it that is.