At once, I twirl a die between my claws. What was intended to be a shout instead comes out as a quiet and even question, spoken in a reasonable tone at a soft volume, even with a hint of a request to let Zjetya go. The kusarigama stays at your side, neither crackling nor sparking with any sort of intensity.
I raise a paw to my ear. "Sorry? I couldn't quite hear that from up here. You ought to speak up, anyway. Stallions don't mumble, you know. You want to see Zjetya, I presume? I'm sorry, but she's quite busy at the moment."
In the next moment, you find yourself kneeling afore me, as befitting a knight in the presence of a queen. I lean on one paw, giving you a small smile.>>723062
Much like Pryce, you find yourself kneeling down. Even the mighty Spark, now returned to his mainland dragon form, lays prone on the ground, head bent into the dirt. I simply laugh, reaching down to scratch the top of your head as you kneel it down.
"I see you've heard of me. Queen-Mother of the Coven, the Mother of Illusions, Birth of Visions, Muse of Dreams, Weaver of Memories, Matron of Fancies, She Who Subdues Legions, the Speaker of Phantasms… just to name a few titles I have been given.">>723063
You do not step forward, and indeed find yourself prostrate, forehead to the ground, kowtowing before me. Much of your rambling speech does not come out as you had envisioned, but rather in a very low and quiet way, your voice lilting and raising at the end of each sentence, making them not statements but questions.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.