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06-30-2014, 10:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2014, 10:48 AM by Fiamette.)
The tip of her tail manages to slide across the bottom of his nostrils, causing the boy, to her surprise, to sneeze not once, but twice. Immediately she would pull her tail away from his face, pressing it against her right side to avoid any snot that could be flung onto her lavish fur, volcanic orbs narrowing as she glared at him before he would whisper his apology. She would recline onto her haunches and grasp her tail between her two front paws, and proceed to brush it from base to tip with her claws, seeking to free herself of any blemishes he could have stuck her with. He would speak again, asking her of Covari and claiming he was a god like herself, and she would respond without glancing in his direction, her attention set on brushing her tail to perfection. "Covari is the kingdom my mother built- she too, is a god, along with myself and my siblings." Her answer would come without any reflection, she already believed her mother, siblings, and herself were gods that were blessed by an out of this world force. Why else would they be queens, kings, princesses, and princes, be adorned in the crimson silks of blood, and have peasants kiss their feet while waiting on their every whim? They must be gods, but was this boy really a god too? Or was he a liar? "But if we are gods, how does that make you a god too? Shouldn't there be... one set of gods?" She questions, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she glances toward him with a single orb, lips creasing into a daring smirk. He couldn't be a god if she was a god, therefor he must be lying. "Speech" |
