The forlorn realm of the south appeared like a respite when contrasted against the aversions that prowled this verdure. The lofty trees, vibrant lichens, assorted flowers, and overgrown ferns all toiled as camouflage. The disheveled beauty is merely a facade to facilitate the bane that is complacency. And while the shade from those branches may render relief, it did little to abate the ravenous nature of the jungle. Its primordial heart drummed to an ancient cadence, following a callous system to wheat out the fit from the lethargic. The scattered strains of winged beast juxtaposed with the fallacy of security. While the swamp's murky waters and the buzzing of insects that called this necrotic domain home regaled a differing anecdote.
Across the breadth of this virulent quagmire were strewn carcasses of a preceding epoch. They were formerly imposing ruins in their own right, each now sinking into the bog as nature set out to reclaim those once majestic edifices. Their dilapidated remains persisted as a stark reminder that while nations may envision the world under their jurisdiction, the truth was quite the opposite. Without civilization, the planet and life would proceed to march forward, almost undeterred by their swift vanishment. An uncanny fog enveloped the surface of those somber pools. All the while, enormous fireflies perforated through the film of obscurity. At the same time, a breeze whisked across the terrain, ushering with it the redolence of mildew and earth.
The low-hanging branches were vitrified in saturated moss, trickling their squalid solutions on top of any wanderers. This organic material failed to mask the dangling corpses of the Toadlins victims, a warning that this was their abode from this point forward. There, nestled on the outskirts of the bog, curtained by weeping willows, a cave resided. Those emerald eyes, peering within the gaped maw of that earthen structure. This diva, far from the sanitation of the Boneyard, thrust deep into this sea of mud under her mother's orders. The golden-maned giant was contemplating if conceivably this was retribution for bringing home that impotent Tiefling. The race for the throne yielded little in the way of time, kindling a fire under her divine rear.
Farflung in the distance, the ensemble of chirping insects' rode across the acoustics. Florentina glimpsed down at the begrime caked itself on her toed boots of ossein. Oh, how she abhorred such slime, her blemishless canvas far too civilized to be defaced by such crud. The life of a member of the Red Sap seldom reflected the vivid illustrations portrayed in song. The myths of old fell to illustrate how strife scarcely transpires within a desirable pasturage. Still, if nothing else, at least that dampened gullet of rock would present some succor from that revolting odor emanating in the air. Muteness embraced as discreetly the lone agent traveled across the water. Her legs scared off smaller fish as ripples moved across the surface.
She crawled on all fours like a feline; the interrogator entered that threshold, moving deeper into the bowels of this darkened, tight passageway. Around her neck drooped a necklace of gold. While the diva continued to chew on the rubbery bark from an indigenous tree, the friction scoured those pearly fangs clean of any plaque. That embellishing neckpiece, clapping between the valley of her birthmarked bosom. Meanwhile, those jaded lanterns climatized to the tenebrosity of the earth. Ducking and grumbling, a cloud of bats rushed past her, bumping into the maiden before fluttering free from this prison's hold.
Such profanity, while often avoided, seemed fitting given her less than an aspiring situation. Ultimately, Florentina reached the end of the tunnel, only to fall into another pool. The flimsy patch of soil gave way due to her moderate weight. A splash echoed as the annoyed giant emerged from its depth—strands of gold hair attached to her face while she used her hands to relocate them behind the ears. That shell was removed from the back, scooping up some of the untainted water. Bioluminescent fungus illuminated the entire antechamber with quite the dazzling array of vibrant-hued lights.
Feeling safe, the inquisitor started to remove her blackened bone mold, placing the segments onto a flat surface before overlaying it with the knitted sweater of spider webbings. Her voluptuous form, that of a goddess, unlawfully deprived of that statue her former failure of a mate appeared incapable of constructing. Why was it so laborious to discover competency? As if encapsulating perfection should be arduous for any sincere artisan?
That shell, hoisted overhead, emptying down the fluids contained within. The clear waters, running down that curvaceous disrobed figure, removing the unsuited filth. Salaciously, this diva moved those hands across the body, taking a brief moment to approve of her cleansed and bountiful form: this lamentable experience was just another step toward her imminent transcendence. Florentina simpered, daydreaming of herself lording over her lesser siblings, as the totality of the jungle licked at her heels less they rate her ire, for nothing was quite as titillating as the unadulterated expression of unbridled dominance. Thankfully, modesty was her most admirable quality...For what is a princess, if not extraordinarily humble?
Such egoism abated as the earthen monk recalled this very chasm 'neath the surface. Soughing, the diva moved about only to sit on a nearby rock, her posterior squishing against a necklace she had swiped during her last conquest of the desert. Nysoessa's passing left a hole in her heart, something she could never admit out loud. And so she returned to this sacred spot hoping to relive the snapshot of time. However, the only thing she felt was that recurring pang. Feeling uncomfortable, the agent would seize that amulet of gold from behind. She placed it around her neck and then rubbed it against her bosom as she mulled in silence.
That roaming mind veered between bouts of euphoria to the stillness of melancholy. Left alone, Florentina skulked within the umbra with but the fleeting recollections of better days and the harrowing yet profound sound that is silence...