
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
This phrase, of course, has been passed around Hoof Prince like the latest designer drug, shoved up the noses and forced into the veins of all of those who had once worn a crown or who had been otherwise known, feared, and/or respected by a great majority of the population. Now, names like Gobardon, Rapier, Ophelia, Viriarus.. They did nothing but force nostalgia to surge through one’s mind and soul and make them yearn for simpler times. These times had been when Sasha was on top of her game, and when she had never bumped into Dresden. Now, she had a family to think about before she charged head long into some epic diplomatic quest. Well, sort of. Her son, Tiberius, could handle himself, It was her daughter, Taline, who despite her necromancy seemed light spirited and had a general carefree philosophy to life that she worried about. She wanted a place where her daughter would flourish and grow despite her general lack of seriousness about anything. She wanted the Valkyrie jungle to return to it’s former glory. Of course, she wasn’t the only one who wanted this.
She was never far behind Viriarus these days, always in her shadow as they plotted and schemed. Perhaps it was the Isles in her that made her long for treason and that made her giddy at the thought of taking over the jungle. Either way, she was ready to assume the role she had acquired long before Viriarus had taken the throne the first time.
Shadows stirred in a frenzy around Sasha, dancing between her legs like children on Christmas morning. The earth seemed to purr with anticipation, every rock and leaf humming with anticipation for life to begin here again. Freya was trying her best, Sasha knew this; she was doing everything Sasha would have done in the given circumstances. She also knew Kitty was doing her best, and she still had loads of respect for her. No, it was not about one individual or group of horses. This was about the jungle, and getting it back to where it needed to be. Long gone were the days when kingdoms respected and feared the mighty band of sisters.
Those days would soon return.
Sasha joined the group quietly, falling to the right of Viriarus as her eyes scanned the odd group of raiders and sisters. She nodded to Serafina, having already found a soft spot for the young girl. She would make a fine Valkyrie some day; Sasha could see the anticipation of actually doing something crawling across the girl’s dark hide. Her eyes flicked to the one who introduced himself as Roman, and the other dark wielder who seemed to be his master. A grin passed over her face like a storm cloud, excitement building within.
“You’re right, Serafina - the Senate will not know what hit them. Freya and Kitty would stand alone in this fight if you joined us. Shysie still makes a home in the Rajputs along with Rapier. Though, I do not think either of them would be at all sadden to learn life has again been breathed into the jungle.” She said matter of factly, her eyes resting on the fresh face. “No other kingdom has aligned itself with the Valkyries, only found enemies with our small nation. Nothing good is coming of this reign. Change needs to happen, or Courant will surely close down the jungle.”
Attention continued to shift between the members of the group, aggravation towards Kitty growing. Why had she not shown up yet? Did she not realize the rebellion building under the treetops she ruled over? Concern had taken over the dark features of the once isles duchess, her emotions never straying far from her sleeve.
ive got a feel you in my bones again
Im all over you, not over you
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