The days closing in and im dying out

The dame watched the sandy pelted woman, how she interacted with this Siarvon like they were the greatest of friends, still pups even. It made her long for the days when she had friends such as these, when she didn't have to worry about her next meal, or how ominous the clouds looked. When all she had to worry about were getting to her lessons on time and keeping her skills honed, when she simply lived. Shaking her deceptively delicate ivory cranium, she continued to listen to the conversations between the two, the sorrow in the dust pigmented she wolf's voice when she spoke of her mother's passing, until Aria took notice of the Alphess sitting calmly and immediately went into action. It brought a smile to the beautiul maiden's face, seeing how well the lady served her Queen. When she was introduced, as lovely, Aurora was taken aback. She had never been described as lovely, not by her own family. A woman so unique as this, possessing such a one of a kind beauty, was calling the angelic furred damsel as lovely? She took the compliment to heart, locking it in a box to take out when she was feeling especially miserable. Looking at the superior woman with her otherworldly silver gaze, she smiled at her, lips curving gently to reveal her perfect pearl razors as she dipped her head respectfully once more, moonlit pools and their consuming gaze focussed on the Queen as she curled her long ivory tail around her powerful, yet still ladylike paws. She womdered what the Alphess thought of her, what the powerful gladatrix saw when she looked at the woman with the pure white fur that shone like the lights with which Aurora shared a name, what went through her mind when her violet gaze paused to absorb her face, with it's high angular cheekbones and dainty maw, soulsucking, depthless moonstone orbs gazing out from that perfect face. She could only wonder though, since she highly doubted such a woman would share those secrets. As the dust pelted female introduced the brute with fur a riot of browns, she witnessed the way she was so familiar with him, even though a life as a rogue could have turned him to a cold blooded killer. She had nothing against the two, she simply found their easy relationship something she wished for. She wished that she would one day know someone who she could be like this with. Her infinite mind wandered, but soon returned to the scene before her. With a sigh, her body fell into a natural pose of elegance, her spine straight and her cranium held high, petite shoulders squared and thick angelic pelt flowing like a waterfall over her lean, feminine frame. Smooth, lithe muscles rippled a swift undertow beneath her fur when she moved, calling to attention the fact that she was no mere lady, she had survived things that would kill the average wolf within minutes. There she waited, a statue of elegance, while she watched the Alphess for her response to Aria's introductions and accompanied explainations.