Let the gods forbid Neith had any sense left in her mind. She always wandered from Seaguard, and today she'd wondered a little too far. The leopardess would frighten Jaelynn again, she wouldn't be living up to the duties of household... not that there was specifically anything to fill except advertising the Mallister name. Jaelynn had yet to choose a successor, and the hunger for power lingered in the great feline like a sleeping beast. It was an ugly feeling, one she'd go to the priest of her tribe for if she hadn't grown so reserved and bitter... and it she'd still been a tribal cat.
One her lonesome walks of dusks, ShadowClan territory would be her latest victim. It'd appealed to her with no surprise, just a subtle eagerness to return to something that felt a little like home. The rainforest... a fell fledged one too. This place was not the little village with its patches of forestry up on a picturesque rocky cliff with the beach at its base (well wasn't that a lot to say at once) back at Seaguard. This place was simple, homey, and made her forget she was tramping over all the politeness and troubles passing over borders needed. She'd just done it. Just took a decent trek through Westeros and didn't mind the marker when she came upon it some time later. What a fatal mistake Neith would be making if she continued such bad habit... land was not land here. Land was like prey here, protected by the killer.
The golden goddess' face remained mutual as she ventured deeper into unknown territory. Her hips rolled, followed by her shoulders, in a gentle rhythmic motion. She was a seductress, a lovely felid who should be happily on Cloud 9 in some male's nest... all tramped by the disappointed, placid look in her visage. The rainforest should've made those unique eyes of soft green, pale emerald gems encrusted in an angled, feminine face, glow. Every step should've felt somewhat familiar, but the cool soil and dampness of the air made Neith's heart twist sickly. It was some mock version of home. How dare she believe this place, where she shouldn't be, would be a substitute of the beautiful rainforest that held happier times of her life?
Lean muscle rippled beneath her body as the leopardess stopped, the necklace of seaglass and ice tapping gently against her chest as though to reassure her she was fine among the shadows. Reassuring her that she belonged here, where her ebony spots would serve a purpose of concealment as nature intended instead of mere markings in the Seaguard sun. But Neith felt a twinge of slight fear, one that was well concealed. What Clan lived here again? Where their fierce beasts here? Unwelcoming members? Why would she even think of coming here? Why couldn't she just think, period. She huffed irritably, the huntress sitting down and grooming her shoulder with her great pink tongue in vain strokes of comfort. Beautiful with no brains, or no sensibility rather when it came to this political mess.
[tehehe excuse this lame excuse for a starter x.x]