Feeling short of stable;Rapscallion[Jungle diplomats]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

Her return to the jungle had been mostly lackluster. She hadn’t interacted much with this new generation of Amazons, having yet to find a common link with them besides the home they shared. Nor had she felt quite wanted. Still so tormented with the ever building guilt and despair from everything that had happened when she had left, she didn’t have much to give the jungle. It was hard for the jaguar mare to admit that maybe she was broken, defunct. Incapable of being the great being she had once been. Would she admit it? No, she couldn’t even if she wanted to. It wasn’t in her to release such a weakness out loud. However something needed to happen to stop her continuing downward spiral. It was slipping through her fingers, so far out of reach. To be whole. To find her purpose once more.

The jungle calls to her and she responds. Her dark russet body moving with ease around the large trees and their overhanging burdens. She pauses behind the biggest trunk, her golden eyes watching intently on the strangers that stop on the border. Snorting softly, tossing her head to peer out from the tangled tendrils of black that falls across her forehead. Strangers. She is uncertain at first if it’s her right to even take charge of this situation. The inner jaguar stirs, a flash of irritation courses her body. Of course it is, she was Khaleesi once after all. ”You’re not from here.” She states flatly, still hidden in the humid depths although they may be able to see her dappled jaguar spots if they look hard enough.