WORLD ON FIRE
12-31-2013, 09:14 PM
Soft was the chuckle with which she replied to his sarcasm, long tail flicking from it's place about her paws. He mentioned another feline, but apparently she was most likely dead by now. How disappointing, the wolves had destroyed her no doubt. Then came the mention of his title, quite an exquisite one indeed. A prince? Seemed to be only the finest could survive in these damned lands. She grinned as he bowed so formally, her own title not nearly as impressive as that of the royal creature before. "I am Zafira Concolour. I adopted the latin term for my species as a last name, since I was never graced with that of my family." She replied, her tone implying that she didn't care about the past traumas. A quick shrug was added as she looked to the sight before her as the last dregs of light were sucked from the land and darkness reigned once more. "So, where have you been hiding away my Prince?" She asked, her voice more of a purr than anything else. Primrose optics would float back to fix her gaze upon him, drinking him in as she waited. Talk like this |