|“Laugh my friend, and the whole world laughs with you” ...|
blargh having a rough day/week, so here's a one-eyed feline with a mean streak
nothing special, I just like blues and pinks together : P
Sister's Approval?Pillars of white marble stood tall and blossomed into the vaulted ceiling above. The floor was made of obsidian, so shiny it glittered like the night sky. The Throne of the King sat forlorn on the raised dais surrounded by silver and royal blue tapestries. The bleached white wood of the throne was carved into an elegant mass of vines and snarling Gelerts.CountessofFire
Prince Phillip, since he still had yet to set his coronation date, stood at a doorway that led from the royal bedrooms to the throne room. His hand braced his body against the solid door frame. He was a tall Gelert, standing at about 6' 5" without adding his ears height. His turquoise snout was set in a frown and his violet eyes stared at the throne.
He swallowed and thought, why did they have to move the Queen's Throne to storage?
Phillip's eyes closed and he dipped his snout to the floor. His heart pounded in his throat as if trying to leap out of his body to hunt down the lost throne. He schooled his face into one of regal i
The Heart's Maestro ~ AngeliquexPhillipThe Curdled Milk Inn, the ramshackle watering hole for Meridell's shadier residents, was quieter than the dead. Only a faint glow emanated from a single candle sitting on a table in a hidden back room. The ethereal glow illuminated the faces of many farmers who participated as part of the Evela Rebellion. The tension was palpable for Angelique.CountessofFire
Angelique, the faerie Aisha from Terror Mountain, leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed. Her lips were pulled tight into a ferocious line. She bent her head forward so that the others seated couldn't see her tumultuous emotions. Her nails dug into her arm like feral claws.
"Er...Lady Angelique," dared a farmer in the shadows, "Why ain't ye starting the meetin'?"
Why wasn't she? It was obvious that lust-brained scoundrel wasn't coming. Angelique gouged her arm with her nails. Blast Phillip into oblivion, she thought. She opened her mouth to speak.
"It is not Lady Angelique's duty to oversee every meeting," said Phillip.
Phillip (left) belongs to countess, Ozushi (right) belongs to me
I imagine they are trying to have a diplomatic conversation, but really they are both itching for a good sword fight. UwU