Hidden Storms

N/A · 12-06-2013, 02:54 PM

Aurora

The snap of a twig broke her concentration, and the giantess pivoted her deceptively delicate cranium to rest her liquid mercury gaze upon her Sol, just as her name left the sunset furred woman's dark lips. A light smile broke over her lips as she greeted the dame in turn. "Greetings, Jupiter." She replied, her ethereal tones whisper soft and silky as usual. Her accent was a bit thicker than usual, more pronounced, which spoke of her earlier emotional trauma. "Is something wrong? You seem a bit distressed." She added, tilting her tiara to the side quizzically. Moonstone orbs seemed haunted, one could see the age of her soul within those starry optics. She stood, padding over to stand before the older she wolf. The icy rose appeared to favour her sore paws, walking in a manner that lifted her paws much more than her usual gliding gait. She lowered her cranium slightly, so she was not looking down upon the woman. One should not look down upon their superiors, it was quite impolite. A hint of worry clouded her eyes, and she wondered what could have made the unshakeable woman look upset.

Long ivory banner would wag a few times, attempting to make the situation a little less serious. The alabaster princess always attempted to lighten a mood, so things were not so difficult and stressful. Twin raven's feathers would twirl and dance within her fur an erratic ballet. The uniquely bird reserved appendages seemed like they had grown right out of her own flesh, and if one parted the long, silky fur around the obsidian feathers they appeared to have. But in reality they had been placed within her flesh when she was but a pup, and the flesh had grown around them. Many inquired about the strange, out of place feathers, and she gladly told the story behind them, happy to share the traditions of her family, an ancient bloodline going back uncountable generations.

She looked into the violet optics of her Alphess, curious and worried. Her infinite mind invented so many scenarios and possibilities of what could be wrong, while she awaited a reply. Was someone hurt? Was Jupiter in need of someone to talk to? Or was there something else wrong? The woman didn't know, but no doubt her Sol would tell her soon. In the bright light of the full moon, her angelic pelt sparkled with the colours of the lights with which she shared a name, a fact that had been discovered after she was named, and seen as prophetic by the pack. That was why she was to be Luna... But now... She shoved away those thoughts, she did not have time for them right now, and didn't want them in her head while she talked to the masked, celestial woman.

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