Fall, a time of love and the changing of the leaves.....and weather. The Amazon woman walked through the field once again, her expression was one of dislike. Her once sleek black coat was now partially singed off thanks to the fire. But luckily she only obtained minor burns and scratches, nothing too serious. The war had done some heavy work on her and her fellow sisters of the jungle, but she knew if they kept their heads up, they would easily be able to get back into gear. The jungle was no longer a lush oasis, but it was still home. Soon, everything would grow back, and so would their pride.
As for now, there could be no rebuilding and no happiness without more strong and unique mares to fill their home. Every so often Naga found herself here, pacing among the masses, picking out mares she though would fit the kingdom well. She her attitude lightened as she turned her petite head to the sky, noticing how the clouds looked very much like equines bounding about the clear blue space overhead. The sun came down and warmed her singed back, she smiled slightly.
This isn't too bad... she thought to herself as she made her way along the outskirts of the field. Her mood was slowly increasing. Her deep green eyes scanned from body to body, it seemed as though no mare caught her eye that was solo. She didn't like socializing in big groups too much, even though her work as a diplomat was helping her with her social anxieties, she still struggled a bit. Soon her eyes fell upon a palomino mare, her golden coat looked as though someone poured white paint on her. She watches as the perky looking young mare takes the head off of a flower. It was only a matter of time before a strutting bag of testosterone came to try to scoop her up. So, she decided to go say hello.
The panther shifter was in her equine form today, trying to not scare anyone away in a panic. She walks toward the gold and white mare with a soft smile spread across her black velvet lips. As she nears, she lets out a soft, welcoming nicker as not to startle her. Her voice is deep and sultry, lana del rey in equine form.
Nice day isn't it, though I am not one for this increasing chilliness. My name is Naga, of the Amazons. Are you new to Beqanna? I have not seen you around."
Her genuine greetings were always an advantage, she never once lead anyone astray or made any enemies, for she was always so genuinely caring. She liked to make those around her comfortable, she hoped the golden mare isn't frightful or nervous, seeing as our poor jungle woman looks as if she just took a rock climbing adventure into a volcano. But, she stood quietly before her, her ears perked forward, eyes bright. Hopefully she does not come off as scary or creepy.
naga
the jungle panther of atrox and shadowmere