I crave you | any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

In the moments that pass between each fragmented sentence Prague manages, Scorch stomps her hind left foot irately, attempting to snap herself out of the annoying twinges of pain in the thick of her neck muscles. A slightly perturbed grin grabs hold of her expression when Prague replies plainly, with lackluster; she almost believes that it’s all some sort of show, especially considering Prague’s slow shift into the form of her silver lioness. Scorch’s reply begins with confidence, but as she stares into the woman’s empty eyes, it dwindles into discomfort and confusion.

“I damn well remember you too, Prague – but anacondas, don’t… Live… Here.” She finishes bluntly, perplexed. Prague’s next statement and series of questions do not help the situation, leaving the muscled warrior at a loss for words. Pomona moves forward then, bringing Scorch out of her utter bemusement.

“It's fine, I’m fine,” She growls, “A bit of a kink in the neck, not a viper up the back end.” Stomping her hind foot, she mentally attacks the rhinoceros horns which have stubbornly clung to the end of her long, broad face. “Unlike Prague, I haven’t quite mastered shifting yet.” Offering a grin to Prague, the expression wilts quickly until the impressively ugly woman returns her focus to Pomona.

“While that’s what’s happened here, I’m more interested in what happened to the Amazon’s resident magician, and what happened in there,” She says slowly, with an inclination of her head towards the lioness’s; subsequently, she curses. Ears pinning, Scorch decides to shed the buffoon costume. Glaring forward for a moment, the horns cautiously melt into proper horse-skin. Breathing a sigh of relief, Scorch returns her attention to Prague, probably just in time to catch the deranged magician’s reply.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle