Thank goodness it is spring. She couldn’t take much more of this god forsaken cold weather, her thin, sleek black amazonian coat shone in the spring evening sun. She was in a placid mood today for some reason, feeling quite content with life at the current moment. Nothing was wrong, no complications. Just fine. Peachy even. Our compact girl makes her way along the slopes and hills of the ever so familiar field, scouting, as per usual. It seemed that was all she did these days, searching the fields diligently for possible strong, able bodied (and minded) ladies for the jungle. Her search isn’t long, her eyes fall on a particularly fit and attractive mare. Naga is no stranger to feeling an attraction to females, she was a fan of the saucy ladies.
She collects herself, taking a deep breath in before walking toward the mare, but it seems another has come to collect her…
Naga smiles,
this will be interesting…
She strolls in, taking the mare in happily, then turning her head to the stallion. He too was quite a looker, whiter than white and crimson eyes. Very interesting. She watches with high interest, their interaction, she listens too. So, this white “knight” is a herd boy...how neat, she had never seen a herd stallion before. Before now, Naga had never really left the jungle. But what interests her most is the mare, Kryll, how she lets him have it. This is what the jungle needs….strong, spirited women. She smiles, pleased indeed. Her voice is like silk, black lips curved into a divine feline grin. Though the stallion on the other hand….she feels a twinge of annoyance bubble up in her chest. He speaks to her like she is a possession. No. Naga is an Amazon girl, and that is NOT something she likes to hear….scum...stallion scum...and she knows stallions, but she can’t stand the ones like this. So into themselves, oversized ego much!? Feminist Mare Mode Activated.
” Well, well...Kryll correct? Very impressive. I’m Naga….it’s a pleasure.
She looks to the herd stallion with mischievously blazing green eyes, her tail flicks playfully. Sometimes adult kitties need to get a little playtime too. She speaks with words directed to him, as she looks to Kryll. Her tone is delightful, the kind of voice that would belong to a nighttime lounge music radio show.
It’s like putting pretty mares on a shelf to collect dust, keeping them away for yourself. You shouldn’t have to put up with that, dear.
She pauses a moment to flick her thick forelock out of her eyes.
If it is of any interest, I am from a kingdom filled solely with mares. We do not BELONG to anyone, we are not little pawns. We are a strong mass of women who take care of ourselves as a strong sisterhood. Not only that, but the weather is a plus. It’s in the jungle, summer all year round, there is nothing better than that.
She smiles, she feels good. It was nice to finally start coming out of her shell and let her personality flourish. She was becoming more and more clever, sarcastic, funny. Her mother would be disappointed, but she didn’t care about what that bitch thinks...she doesn’t have to worry about her anymore. And it was no time to worry about her. This was possible amazing recruit time….let’s just hope she can manage to sway this refreshingly spicy mare. As well as avoid any conflict with the pale boy beside her.
naga
the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere