Long May He Reign

In her musings the moon was a deep silver, as if she were a rock alone in space, turning pirouettes for no applause. The whole Shrine was silvered and transformed by the light of the moon, even the famour flowing pool seemed to withold a much more eerie significance on nights such as this which, at the full, made the moon hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of sky, appearing more crimson than anything she had seen before in her life. The moon should not be up on a night such as this. the cinnamon babe muttered to no one in particular but herself. And her words hold a deeper meaning the moment her audits, that gracefuly sat at the top of her regalia, rotated towards the source of a thunderous howl. A call. By their King nonetheless. The moon appeard pale and wan and now she knew why, this night seems to hold a bigger importance than she first thought.

The babe had a florescence on her chocolate and russet fur as the beams of sgentle moonlight adorned and graced her reptilian features; egyptian silk, such were the tendrils that cascaded over her curvaceous bodice, luxurious and bushy, a gown meant for a Queen. Her dominance could not be hidden behind the creeping bushes and tree she passed with each graceful step, one in front of the other, calculated, regal. Her fiery orange optics shone intimidatingly on the land as she reached the appointed place, roaming over the King muscular body like that of the eye of the devil straight into the soul of the damned.



hear ye' , hear ye'