well I've got thick skin and an elastic heart [Any]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

The jungle is quiet. That in itself is strange. It reminds her of when she first ventured into the vine, when she first decided to become an Amazon. The sisterhood had been stagnant, listless. The few sisters there were willing and devoted but had no purpose. Then there had been the uprising and she took the reins of the kingdom. She gave them a purpose, she breathed new life into them. Returning hits her with so much deja vu, it feels quite the same as those first early days again. This time the sisterhood seems more closed off, more hidden from each other. She has barely talked to any of them since she has returned, keeping mostly to herself and exploring the jungle as she relives her past over and over again. How can you create unity in a kingdom when you barely know it’s subjects?

It has been in the back of her mind since she has come back, wondering what has happened to the man who created so much chaos in her life. Lion. Every step she takes, every time she closes her eyes… She sees him. He haunts every move she makes, every breath she takes. Today her golden eyes stare blankly out towards the rest of Beqanna as she stands on the invisible line that separates the jungle from the rest of them. The sun is warm on her back and she feels exposed out in the open without the tangled foliage to caress her sides. However there is resignation written on the lines of her face. Silently she takes leave of her home and sets out for the one place she is sure she can find the answer to her ever probing question. It’s time to visit the Dale.

The jaguar mare takes her time in her journey, reuniting with places she has long forgotten about. In time, she makes her way to the land of rolling green abundance. Summer makes the land hot but it is a stark difference from the humidity she is use to. Stepping into the land, not giving a crap about borders or boundaries, her golden eyes seek out anyone that might spark some recognition. Her body is tense, ears swiveling constantly on high alert. Always looking for the one she knows might still be here. Wondering if she’s made a mistake coming here. If she’s really ready for the truth, to face what she had been running from for so long.