A new Queen is rising
06-23-2014, 08:32 PM
Sure enough a pale ghost slide from the shadows. Her indigo gaze would lift, watching as he slide forward before taking a seat before her. A brow would lift in silent question. Bold move. He would begin speaking, his words almost rhythmic. He was smart though, he knew she was an Olympian, but he didn't know her exactly. "My name is Chryseis. And who might you be?" The Queen would purr to the pale stranger. He was unlike anything she had ever seen within her family lines. Everyone had gold, blues, blacks or browns adorning their pelt. There was no white. A smirk would grace his pink features but it was gone before it even had a chance to register as a smile in the dark temptress mind. However, her own grin would curl her features as she lounged lazily before this male who claimed to be part of her family line. "You're different." It was a mild statement as she referred to the coloring of his pelt. But at the same time, there was something alluring about his pale features, it beckoned her like a beacon in the dark. Forelimbs would bend, pushing the woman up into a sitting position, her thick plume curling around her carefully. Golden lined eyes would settle easily on the brute, gems dancing with bright interest. Speech, |