press my nose up to the glass around your hearti should’ve known i was weaker from the startDespite the relative quiet of the Amazon warriors, the Jungle continues to thrive. It is hard to ignore the living energy that courses through the kingdom (it tingles at the edges of his senses, pushes against the threshold of his instincts, roars against the thinness of his skin) and he cannot doubt there is power and strength in such livid fire. Sometimes his tattoos will roar to life as if stirred by some other force of the Jungle – something that beckons everything that is of the Jungle toward it – and he will feel the rising force behind such actions.
It thrills him and terrifies him.
The wild symphony of the Jungle almost denies his queen’s voice to reach his ears, but his heart sings when he catches the whisper of her call in the air. They haven’t spoken in very recent times, but the titan does not doubt his lover’s affection for him (and him, to her); perhaps this is the only reason why he gets up from his lazy spot along a sleepy river winding under shade. The kingdom meeting should have some interesting theatrics (and he wonders, briefly, if the general will continue to spit fire at his lover or if the flames are subdued for now) and he’s curious to hear what is happening lately.
There is a larger crowd than last time, with fresh faces the titan has not met before. He doesn’t speak to the recruits and children, however – rather he settles himself in the shadow of his queen and lover and fire, an ever-present protective guard. He winks, though (a quick flash of that loving father hiding under his serious masquerade), toward his youngest daughter with a small smile dancing across his bright red lips.
His second eldest son is there, as well, and the titan dips his head toward the tailless boy when they meet gazes. His wife is speaking, then, and he turns his attention to listen to her words with curiosity. Although the titan is not a warrior or diplomat of the Jungle, he has sworn the oath just like the others (the tattoo that makes his ribcage look like it’s been torn open to see the living fire weaving between his rib bones and the tattoo of more living fire winding up the side of his face into his eye proves this to anyone who sees him) and so the state of his kingdom is just as pressing a matter to him as it is to everyone else.
The Jungle, however, seems to be in a high state of pecking order among the kingdoms of Beqanna, and with that in mind the titan settles down. He’s alert for any disturbances among the gathered as well as outside of them (where they might not be paying attention) but it seems relatively calm and the general has yet to lash out in another dramatic escapade.
