America was a curious one, but quick to block those unwanted from her life. At least that’s what the bastard could gleam off of her, attitude or otherwise. And it seemed for no lack of words that she couldn’t quite phrase anything, What does that signify to you? What mean? I understand royalty and commoners, though it is slightly different where I come from. But why are your orbs different colors, or rather, what does it matter other just being genes that are not the same? His raised brow fell back into a gentle smiling façade as she began to laugh. I am forgetting my manners, I do believe. You asked for my dubbance and I shall give it to you. I am Ameira. Horizon dipped his head courteously and in thanks. Princess no need, it seems you’ve been out of contact for a bit of time and I have no need to be aggravated. I’ve had worse attempts at introductions or the lack thereof. Horizon rolled his eyes lazily, thinking back to the fiery demoness and his most recent attacker, most definitely hell bent on ripping out his throat. But Horizon had more pleasant things to focus on and so he coughed to excuse his pause, I am a bastard born to the Alpha from a lowly maiden. Cast away in disgrace and sworn to secrecy and should I break my vow, my mother—the only woman I have ever loved, would be dead before the next dawn. And so you see m’lady my irises are what led to the discovery of my connection and eventually my humiliation. Thus, I seek to protect what little pride I have left and keep very little company with those of mine own breed.

His mismatched pools were beginning to sink into darkness and becomes chocolates rather than opposing colors. But this did not stop their conversation but rather they kept talking, or he kept asking questions. Rather to quickly he would be quick to find out. Ameira’s fur bristled on edge making Horizon tense waiting for the guttural growl and wound inflicting attacks but he received none. Rather she fought with words as she turned her back to Horizon, My history is my own, as is my reason for leaving. You are neither friend, nor family, nor foe, and thus have no reason to be privy to such information. Horizon let his gaze drop to the watery reflection, waiting out the deathly silence that fell over the pair. He did not think it wise to ask another question but rather let the Princess come back on her own terms. To which she complied with sorrow in her voice, I do apologize for my outburst, it was unnecessary and uncalled for. I left home to escape the cage that was my home, my pack, my laird, and my lands. I left because of who I am. Because of what I am.

Her reflection shifted as she moved to face him once again. Her tone changing to that of a true regal like herself, I have given you my dubbance, now may I in return have yours? Anything that you wish to share with me as to your own history, I will appreciate, but just as I have secrets, I am sure you do as well. I promise not to pry any farther. He dipped his head for a third time, deeming her respect that she would have received elsewhere. Horizon, if it pleases you Princess Ameira. Please do not feel threatened by my presence I merely ask question thought to be in the heart of pleasantry conversation, but I do forget my manners at times. Seeing as I haven’t been in the presence of royalty since my younger adolescent years.

Horizon lifted his chocolate-amber gaze to the lady, his mismatched pools searching for her own violet gaze. A small smile lifted his kissers, his small attempt to show her he meant no harm. His demeanor was anything but hostile, his rich colored tail wrapped loosely around his paws and his stature more relaxed than usual given his past encounters with other wolves. Miiss Ameira if there is anything you question about me, should it not strike a nerve, I will be free to share. I hold very few reserves on my past and ongoing life. I just hope you will that there is good in this, there are wolves you can trust. You must allow yourself to trust Princess or life will be a much more difficult path than intended.