Hit The Ground like Thunder
12-18-2013, 03:55 PM
Aurora |
His voice met her tall audits once more, the lilting tongue of her home meeting her ears as he inquired of her titles. Given that this one was from lands close to her own, most likely, maybe he would remember her from the rumours that had no doubt surfaced after... Nevermind those horrors, the past was the past and it should remain as such. "YA Avrora Lunashka , kak tol'ko printsessa iz dinastii Lunashkan , teper' Koroleva mertvoy imperii. Kto ty, tot, kto govorit , chto on mertv?" She inquired, holding her cranium high with pride as she remembered the greatness of her previous empire, the strength and power that had kept them ruling, yet the kindness that kept the peace amongst the neighboring packs. Liquid mercury optics would fix upon the stranger's face, moonstone clashing with glimmering suns as she awaited a response from the male. There was something about this one that she recognized, something familiar in that magnificent pelt, but she couldn't place it. Maybe she had met him once, while she was still heir to the throne? Who knew, her memory of that time was fuzzy now, it was too long ago and fraught with too much pain to revisit. She could easily delve into the vast stores of memories within her infinite mind, but there was too much turmoil interwoven within those memories to even attempt to search. So she waited, looking like the regal woman she was, long tail swinging behind her slowly a few times, twin raven's feathers dancing erratically upon her flesh in the created breeze. Translation: I am Aurora Lunashka, once princess of the Lunashkan dynasty, now Queen of a dead empire. Who are you, he who speaks like he is dead? |