and when i breathed - nayl

[Nayl]

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes It is done. Nayl peers down at the tattoos adorning her leg and shoulder. She doesn't need to see the markings on her face, chest, and neck to know that they are there; they're fresh and still tingle her skin when the Jungle stirs around her. A hum of pleasure runs through her as she stands alone amidst the emerald trees and shrubs. Her eyes, the splendid colors of autumn, drink in the familiar sights such as the macaws high in the canopy and the vines snaking through the trees. This is her home. This is where she belongs. Many looked down at her during the meeting to quietly express their disapproval of one so young dedicated to a kingdom. There was barely a childhood. With her mind closely wrapping its fist around the Jungle, Nayl only knew what she wanted then; and it's still what she wants now. With some preening and polishing Nayl could achieve many, many things. Alone and thoughtful Nayl withdraws herself from the crowds, but it isn't long until she is sought after. The whispered footfalls of her comrade dance with her swiveling ears until she turns to face the lioness. Her heart jumps, for she is still young, but her expression doesn't falter and betray her surprise. "A lion in the Jungle isn't very discreet," she murmurs in hopes that she isn't wrong about the feline being a shifter. "What is it you want with me?" Nayl's head lifts just a little higher as her gaze carefully sweeps over the lioness. Nayl covet and myrina's creation