could've been a princess, you'd be a king
05-28-2014, 08:15 PM
She spent most of her time sleeping, forcing herself into sleep to avoid anymore bouts of rage. It was sporadic and uncontrollable when the rage consumed her, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her daughter stayed with Kylar most of the time, her little girl remaining stay and unharmed. The silver Queen laid curled up in her den, the scent of her heat, blood and illness was thick, suffocating her constantly, she had no idea how Kylar managed. Audits swiveled, the sound of paws striking the earth getting closer. Her crown would lift, her lovers voice filling the den. Coral pools peered toward the entrance, smiling as she saw Basanti. Curiosity had the woman rising. Who could possibly want to see her? It must be important if Kylar brought them when she was sick. The Queen would slip from her den, shaking out her pelt before rising to her full height. She met her Dukes gaze before drifting to the woman beside him. There were no words to describe how surprised she was, though her face remained blank. "Senka?" Words were gentle, slightly monotoned, her gaze roaming her daughters figure. She hadn't seen her in ages, her little girl had grown up into a beautiful woman. A slow smile curled her lips, though she didn't move to embrace her daughter like she wanted, she didn't want to risk her daughters health. "I've missed you." She would smile earnestly now, her tail wagging slowly behind her. Shivers wracked her behemoth frame, blood still seeping from her eyes, but the temptress held herself with dignity and strength, refusing to look in front of anyone. "How have you been?" Audits stood at attention, eager to hear how her daughter had been fairing. WORDS HERE |