Cause your darkness is a light to me. All of my colour is bleeding away, So now you watch me fade into the endless grey, Into the endless grey. ____She'd never been to the Jungle before. ____She never knew what it would be like, what the vines would feel against her skin, or the heat and earth beneath her feet. And she felt something twinge within her, the way her hooves sunk into some of the damp earth, the way the heat prickled her skin, the way the vines entangled her in certain ways. It gave Nyryn a feeling, a strange feeling. She did not know where to place it, or put her hoof on. ____The blue roan kept her wings tucked beside her, they could not outstretch or lazily hang by her sides here, she'd already got in a tangle earlier when she tried to enter the Jungle. Thick leathery vines become a barricade. She snorted at first, wondered how she'd get inside. She preserved, got scratched, got thick thorns embedded into her mane, a few cuts trailed crimson down her dark shoulders, but she preserved. There was purpose on the other side of those vines, and for once in her life, she wanted it. ____Lagertha had mentioned the Amazons when they'd spoken in the Meadow -- of course Nyryn had probably shown a different side, the worst side of her. Like a two-faced doll, one side black, one side white. She had a rather bleak time in the Meadow, memories stained her, tainted her mind with a pain that she could not shake off. So the winged one decided to make way to the Jungle. Of course she'd gotten lost, but the moist, the dank heat, it enticed her, wove a thread between her and the Jungle's border. And so Nyryn followed. ____There was an enchantment about it, the way the vines had to be tussled with to get through; their spikes were a magic all of their own. Kept out unwanted guests and kept secrets safe and legacies untold. Nyryn gave a low snort as she finally untangled herself, bits of vine leaf, many thorns were strewn in her black mane as she shook vigorously to get them out. Perhaps she'd leave them, they added a bit more character. The knots formed into strange plaits, merged with the leaves. Gave her a small identity in this world, albeit for a moment. ____She was here for that, an identity. Of course she was uncertain where she would lie with the whole Jungle Sisters. There were hushed whispers on the wind, she knew vague of the past, she knew very little of what really went on inside the Sisterhood. And she wanted to find out. The way Lagertha was, it sort of inspired Nyryn, brought a new meaning to the grey life she'd let for too long. As immortal as she was, the blue roan didn't want to live her ageless years doing nothing. ____Forbidden from becoming anything like her mother, like her sister. She was her own, an individual. She just hoped, small shreds of the strange emotion, that this was where her destiny lay, a sister within the vines, a purpose of something entirely new. ____The winged mare knew of boundaries, they were there for a reason after all. But managing to force her way through the vines to meet them, was a feat all to it's own. Her black ears swivelled, catching sounds that were new to her. She listened, she listened for quite some time, until she gave a small call. She wondered if she'd made a bad impression on the iron lady, she was at her weakest then, and with much deliberation and with a great deal of indecision, she had decided she wanted something more. ____Perhaps the Jungle could offer that.
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