Completely scorched....the once lush Jungle now charred and filled with the stench of fire ravaged flora and some fauna that could not escape the flames. The panther woman slinked along burnt trees, charred and shriveled vines hung stiffly all over, stepping over down tree limbs that once made up her favorite climbing tree's canopy. She wished she could have done more here...but with most the warriors battling on the front lines, she couldn't save the jungle herself or with the little remaining warrior women. She shook her dark head, her eyes filled with the pain of practically losing her home. She was glad she took her two beloved twin fillies to stay hidden within the playground beyond the meadow, where they were under the safe watch of the resident fairies.
Her once sleek black coat was now partially singed and her back was covered in a layer of grey ash. She stopped a moment to shake it off, but she knew it was only going to collect again, since the ash adrift in the breeze acted almost like snow. She wondered how long it would take for the once beautiful jungle kingdom to grow back to it's former glory. Though, the most of her worries was on the return of her fellow sisters that charged bravely into the fray. She had not seen Rhy since the talk of a potential war was had, and she knew her majesty Lagertha was off leading the cavalry. She wished she had gone with them, but she was worried for those who stayed behind, elders, children, injured, pregnant. She had to watch over them.
Soon, she could see movement within the snow-like ash. She then realized it was none other than Lagertha. She watched as the battle exhausted mare looked on into her kingdom in what seemed like rage, her frustrated sounding call pierced Naga's ash covered ears. Her heart dropped. She knew how hard this must be on her, but she did all she could, and Naga was proud to call Lagertha their queen. She quickly picked up a trot and made her way to Lagertha and the returning sisters. She bowed her head respectfully, her voice full of sadness and relief of their return.
M'Lady...I am sorry I could not stop the blaze...I tried the best I could to make sure everyone was not badly injured. I even brought my children to the playground to be sure of their safety. How are you? Are you badly hurt?
She was genuine. She cared for her kingdom, her sisters, her queen. Her loyalty was strong, and it hurt her that she could not have done more than she had. At least in her panther form she was able to drive off some of the intruders, but it was not enough to stop the blaze. She looked around, her battle wounded sisters lining up beside her slowly. She felt pain just looking at them. She was lucky to have not been badly injured, but she wanted to be of some sort of help. She looked to Lagertha, her eyes filled with determination.
If there is anything, and I mean ANYTHING, I can do to help. You give me the word and I shall do it. I was not badly injured, and I am more than ready to help our beloved kingdom and any sisters that may need tending to. My loyalties and heart are always with you and our sisters.
With that she bowed her head once again and stepped back a pace, letting the others have their chance to speak. She hoped this would all end well, and she hoped for the sisters to come out of this stronger than they were before. She had faith in them and faith in the kingdom. They may be scarred and the kingdom charred, but they were the Amazon sisters, and not even battle wounds or a fire could bring them down.
naga
the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere