and when i breathed - nayl

[Nayl]

She spun the stars on her fingernails Entitlement. Yes, Nayl supposes she has a sense of that. It isn't only because of her blood, however, that she feels so determined to one day rule the Jungle. There's a simultaneous need to simply be better than everyone else. She will work hard and she will prove to them how fitting she is to be an Amazon. Although youth still holds her back to some degree Nayl refuses to let herself be hindered. Little does she realize exactly how long she has to prove herself. A brow lifts as she tries taking control of her muscles. She fights the initial flight or fight instinct as she looks into the eyes of the lioness. Her relief is a sigh as Rhy shifts and admits to her disinterest to be discreet. "Mission accomplished then," her ears swivel thoughtfully before she finds herself agreeing, "I can see how they would come in handy." But Nayl also considers the brute strength and claws that make the lioness more intimidating, more powerful. A fleeting moment finds her envious but then she turns her attention away from her weaknesses to instead her strengths - most in which she hasn't even discovered yet. "It depends on the situation," a shrug ripples through her lean shoulders as the Jungle suddenly falls into a deathly silence around them. When she looks up Nayl can see the colorful birds and two monkeys. Their eyes meet hers briefly before looking away and feeling the tattoos burn against her skin. "When a lion is approaching me I won't have it in me to be polite and overly generous." Beneath her growing forelock Nayl's eyes narrow just slightly before widening to their norm once more. The stark orange against black is haunting almost. They regard Rhy hesitantly. She doesn't know her well enough to have the utmost respect (she came forward as a lion instead of a horse. Could that be cowardice?) but as a part of the sisterhood Nayl must find it in herself to at least be understanding and respectful. How else will she gain favor? "Of course," she replies sweetly, "tell me these rules." Underneath it all, she is actually eager to be looked upon as a sister and not a child. Nayl covet and myrina's creation