Lonely from their years of humidity and quiet as the trees they came from ;;
The Viper Pit---
The Nest Egg---
Posted on June 26, 2010 at 09:02:49 PM by Seduction
It never took long for a Valkyrie sister to appear when an equine crossed the borders to the jungle. Be it a new sister, an intruder, or a successfully captured Rajput prisoner, there was always a merry band of welcomers. Or perhaps a not so merry band of welcomers if an enemy crossed the sacred boundary. The silvery beauty had not been kept waiting long when the first Valkyrie appeared before her. Nostrils flared slightly, taking in her unfamiliar scent. It was odd for Seduction to be home, but yet not recognize many of the smells that lingered here. At one time she knew every smell, every footstep, every face of every sister in the jungle. Not anymore.
This lightly dappled fae who stood before her now looked confident enough in her station. After all, she had been the first to approach the newcomer to the jungle. She was young, younger than Seduction, who was fastly approaching thirteen years on this earth, and she was fairly new to the jungle as she did not recognize Seduction and my ivory girl thought even when she spoke her name, this one would not recognize its significance. And that was just fine. Seduction’s rule as queen was in the past, she did not come here seeking to regain her crown. She came here seeking to become part of the sisterhood once more. To belong to the tight-knit family known as the Valkyries once more, though she hoped they would have seen her as a sister always. Even in her absence.
Delicate ears flutter forward as the mare speaks. The smile on her face is friendly without appearing to be too welcoming. She apologizes for her inquiry but does not seem to think it all that offensive. She had been trained well. Of course, nothing less would be accepted under Viriarus’ sterile watch. This thought caused a small smile to appear on Seduction’s angelic features. She tilts her head slightly to the side, continuing to study this girl whose name she still did not know before allowing her honeyed voice to escape her lips.
"Seduction, is my name." And there it was, the name that the still nameless mare would no doubt find foreign in these lands, though it once was the name of the Queen. But Seduction held no bitterness in this. She had named Viriarus as her successor when her departure had been necessary before her only daughter had been weaned. Had things been differently, Seduction would have hoped that someday, Evangeline would have ruled here. Alas, the chips had fallen differently.
A rustle in the nearby foliage caused the snow-hued female to turn her gaze from the grey mare to the newly approaching sister. This one, an elegant buckskin. She, like her sister before her, approached with a confidence befitting one of the sisterhood. Both were of similar height to my girl, which she had not taken not of until this very moment, when the buckskin sidled up to the dappled one’s side, tugging affectionately on her mane before turning her attention to Seduction. She listens patiently as this new one speaks and nods in understanding. Of course, they could not just let anyone waltz in here unannounced.
Before she could introduce herself to the buckskin, however, more movement caught her attention. Her black eyes widened slightly as the tiny palomino filly emerged from the trees. It was uncanny, the similarities… Seduction gave her head a sharp shake and narrowed her eyes to take a better look. The child that stood before her looked so similar to her daughter, Evangeline. Mostly in coloring. The blonde mane, golden pelt, and the dark, dark eyes. However, this child moved with a grace more akin to an adult, even her gaze held an intelligence beyond her age. It only took a quick inhale to confirm that this was Viriarus’ daughter. Finally allowing the oddity of this child to fade away, Seduction met her gaze and returned the small smile.
"You are never alone in the jungle, dear girl." And with these words Seduction moved forward to touch her soft dark nose to the filly’s forehead in greeting. The greeting of the old Kingdom… or Queendom I guess I should say. She then stepped back to look at the buckskin and dappled pair once more.
"I am Seduction, as I have just told your friend…" she bobs her head in NicEssus’ direction. "Though my name once meant a great deal in these borders, I am most likely correct in assuming that neither of you recognize it. If you would like to escort me to your queen, I am sure she will relieve any further hesitations." She spoke as a diplomat would. And in listening to her words one could not doubt that she had once been someone of importance.
Take her to your queen, dear girls. She wishes only to serve.
ooc - ugh... this is a bit awkward. :\
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