Stormy Horizion
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Stormy's lightning optics watch the ghostly hessian before her. The white knight was significantly larger than her own thundercloud painted physique, and his eyes seemed to have the ocean captured within them. When the valiant gladiator finally speaks, it is to apologize profusely. His body almost seems to cower before the young lass in apology, perhaps he knew who she was. Perhaps he was merely, truly sorry for the incident. Steel audits flicker, catching the faintest sound of the nameless prince before her as he clears his throat. The falcon was clearly uncomfortable in her presence, however the ominously hued queen had naught even the slightest clue of how to alleviate his discomfort, and so she watched, and listened as he spoke again.
This time the icy painted dragon offered his name, Aindreas, and the help of his father's healer. An amused smile flickers across the lass' kissers, for the young prince before her knew naught of her station as queen of Spring Grounds, perhaps because the lands had been acquired so recently. Perhaps the boy simply preferred to keep his head out of the royal scene and keep quietly to himself. The lass could not blame him for that, it had been her own plan, before the rumors of the terror that Spring Grounds had become reached her ears. And while the ess wanted nothing more than to flee from her demons, her loyalty to her home came first.
As the boy had stumbled over her, freshly healed skin had ripped open, like canines in soft flesh it had just tumbled open, not asking permission, nor obeying her silent command to cease. The crimson liquid tumbled down her pelt and splashed silently upon the ground as the newly claimed alphaess shifted uncomfortably upon cream hued paws. Slender pistons recoiling slowly as the pain dulled to a quiet ache. "I appreciate the offer... However I'm unsure your father would appreciate the alpha of spring grounds upon his territory unbidden" the girl replied softly. Lightning gazers shifting quickly to her freshly opened wound.
The girl rose to all fours, rear legs crying in agony as she did so, and a wince flashed briefly upon her darkly toned kissers. Stormy glanced over at the icy river beside her, and her tail raised slightly "where.... where are we?" the young lass inquired, a frown crossing her delicate features as she surveyed the land. While the queen had grown up in blossom, it's territories as familiar to her as her own paws, this was not a place she knew well.
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