Yu Gonplei Ste Odon––Your Fight is Over
Celeana x Naga
Celeana x Naga
She has always felt them, their everlasting presence, their watchful gaze, and of course their endless approval. But she is done, this diplomacy thing wasn't quite her forte, and however she tried all of her trials ended with some form of violence. She's had enough of this peacefulness that both of her mothers enjoyed so greatly. She wanted to fight, and make herself actually useful to her kingdom, and the sisterhood. But before she could dive in, head first. She would need training, and a lot of it if she wanted to rise in station.
So while both of her mothers, are fussing over their little essence of perfection, her sister, Jamjali. Our little leopon cub sneaks off, in search of the equine that stole her inky mother's crown, the valiant fighter and just ruler of Nerine, Nayl.
She had heard stories of her mother's battle, even though she was quite sensitive on the subject. Nayl was a fearless warrior, a true amazonian women of the Jungle, and she deserved the crown. With tons of experience in the art of battle, the sisterhood's queen would be perfect in training her. If only she agreed to aid her in her battle skills, something she hoped for. She wanted to make her parents proud, and perhaps gaining some prestige on the battle field was just the thing to grab their attention. So she for once in her life could be the perfect daughter just like Jamjali.
She searches high and low for her Queen, spotting the paint maiden upon the obsession beaches of Nerine. The inky black girl is hesitant to proceed, battle has always been something both of her mother's were against. Their methods hung in the balance of diplomacy and history of the sisterhood. But Lewana, wanted something more for herself.
Bucking up, the young mare trots over, her elegant cranium held high as butterflies began to gather within her stomach. As Lewana reaches the queen, she allows herself to dip her head in a greeting, and with strong vocals she speaks, "Nayl." She pauses for a brief moment, allowing herself to grow more comfortable in her own skin before proceeding. "I wish to become a soldier, I wish to be like you. But in order for that to happen, I need your guidance and experience to aid me in training." Her pale azure hues meet Nayl's."I wish to be your student." With those final words, only one thing lingers in the back of her mind, will the Queen of Nerine accept her, a daughter of two diplomats, as her faithful student?
So while both of her mothers, are fussing over their little essence of perfection, her sister, Jamjali. Our little leopon cub sneaks off, in search of the equine that stole her inky mother's crown, the valiant fighter and just ruler of Nerine, Nayl.
She had heard stories of her mother's battle, even though she was quite sensitive on the subject. Nayl was a fearless warrior, a true amazonian women of the Jungle, and she deserved the crown. With tons of experience in the art of battle, the sisterhood's queen would be perfect in training her. If only she agreed to aid her in her battle skills, something she hoped for. She wanted to make her parents proud, and perhaps gaining some prestige on the battle field was just the thing to grab their attention. So she for once in her life could be the perfect daughter just like Jamjali.
She searches high and low for her Queen, spotting the paint maiden upon the obsession beaches of Nerine. The inky black girl is hesitant to proceed, battle has always been something both of her mother's were against. Their methods hung in the balance of diplomacy and history of the sisterhood. But Lewana, wanted something more for herself.
Bucking up, the young mare trots over, her elegant cranium held high as butterflies began to gather within her stomach. As Lewana reaches the queen, she allows herself to dip her head in a greeting, and with strong vocals she speaks, "Nayl." She pauses for a brief moment, allowing herself to grow more comfortable in her own skin before proceeding. "I wish to become a soldier, I wish to be like you. But in order for that to happen, I need your guidance and experience to aid me in training." Her pale azure hues meet Nayl's."I wish to be your student." With those final words, only one thing lingers in the back of her mind, will the Queen of Nerine accept her, a daughter of two diplomats, as her faithful student?
Lewana
@[Nayl] I'm so excited <3