It felt like the earth had shattered and everything had begun to tumble down. Her inquiry had caused the brute’s smile to drop, as well as his banner. He stood, staggered and frozen in place, and Persephone seemed to collapse into herself. Had she said something wrong? Her previoiusly cheerful features softened into a expression of concern and sorrow as she awaited his response. “I… Went through a tough, abusive time with a girl I used to be involved with. They’re not kidding when they say love is blind…” Alistair’s lyrics finally dragged out, hushedly, followed along with an uncomfortable chuckle, and then a forced cough.

Then it was as if a spell took hold of him, and the obsidian queen found her companion having to take a seat in order to overcome it. She took this opportunity to meet with his side, her curved silhouette pressing into his much larger one, and Persephone rested her crown gently on the starry male’s broad shoulder. “Oh, Alistair… I am so sorry.” she whispered quietly, her melodic lyrics laced with sincerity. Macurio had never abused the princess… or at least, not physically. It was too much of a risk to lay a paw on Persephone in front of his comrades. They would have destroyed him for touching their trophy in such a way.

She removed herself from the multi-hued brute’s shoulder once he rose upon his paws, and after their introduction, his voice broke out once more. “Persephone, like the goddess. It fits.” This triggered a faint giggle from Persephone’s onyx kissers as she wrapped her form around his own. “Do you really think so?” her delicate crown tilted softly, her brilliant spheres reaching to meet his star-filled gaze. She had placed herself upon her haunches before him, but the cloaked femme did not remain in this position for very long. For when the brute responded to her question, Persephone found herself immediately upon her shorter appendages. "I was running from my past, I guess you could say. These scars were all from her, to make me look "better", she was seeing several other guys . . . And one day, I decided I deserved better and I left her. Sometimes I wonder if that was really even me loving her . . . Or if it was just me not wanting to be alone."

Dumbfounded, Persephone seemed to be frozen in place. His scars. She had wondered what caused them but would have never imagined such a nightmare that he provided her with. It was during this time that she acknowledged the others that littered his body, taking into account more of the marks as she scanned his multi-hued robes. Sympathetic blue hues searched to meet with Alistair’s now, the femme’s brows gently crinkled in worry. “Alistair, you do deserve better… So, so much better than that.” Persephone approached him again, her steps slow, and when she had grown close enough, her cranium dipped to nuzzle gently into the thick fur along his chest. “And you are still extremely handsome… despite what she’s done to you.” Her shapely framing presses into his, their opposing coats combining, and the onyx goddess’ eyes reach for his, gauging his response. “Won’t you… let me make it better?” There is hesitation is her voice, but Persephone’s eyes are illuminated and full of passion. What if he denies her? Is it too soon? Her heart thundered in her chest.

“I can’t take back what she’s done… but I can show you what love truly feels like. We can find it, together...” Her lyrics are hushed and soft as she reaches to purr them into his aud, and then her delicate silhouette encases him, her perfumes enveloping him as the obsidian queen inches her way carefully along his bold and scarred frame. Her alluring gaze reaches for his scarred facade, curiously awaiting his answer.