ode to sad disco

The queen? Oh wouldn’t that be a laugh! The female had never before thought of herself as anything more than a plain jane, a nobody. But, perhaps, there was something to think about in his words. What if she did try to rule something? Bring the teachings of Lyenne to this silly little land called Alacritis. Yes, there was a thought indeed. But who would join her? Who would dare stand with such a crazed beast, as they all said? Yes, crazy. A monster. A demon straight from hell? Who else but others cast down from the gates of the heavens and forced to walk among the sinners who claimed to be saints?

The female would give a soft sigh as he answered, a bit disappointed. "It's alright. I was just clinging to a bit of a false hope anyway." The femme would shake her head. "Many wolves in Lyenne were more naturally colored you see. Brown with green eyes being most common. I guess I just hope for some news of her someday." The beast would tilt her head to the side.

"They call me Rainbow Syndrome. What, pray tell, might I be able to call you hun?"