the queen rode home in her peasant's garb; cheeks flush with the thrill of the night.
hunter's rouge painted her lips, lacquered her nails. her breath rose as a pretty white mist. she came into her
summer palace brimming with potency.
"up, @Jesus!" roused she the daywalking cub, the
princesse masquée's name sounding as
zhe-zoo on the guardian mother's barbed tongue.
"mon dieu, enough your poor habits," the royal continued as she passed by the girl's bedchamber, heading for the
salle de bain.
"how is a night queen to rule by day?"
He heard the voices from the shadows he crawled in.
Vaska had not known the end of these caverns when he had entered the crook in the rocks far off in the ice fields. He had childishly wondered if they might lead him to a different realm entirely, one where hunger did not gnaw and where night ruled freely. But cynicism stole the boy and he wondered if he might find a graveyard instead, a tomb where he might settle.
Yet he would fight against the dying light.
What met him instead was an accented purr, in a ways of speaking he had never heard before. The affection dropped with something that reminded him of mother.
The old rabbit fur seemed more present across his shoulders. Vaska tucked himself against the far cavern wall and tempted a peek around the corner of his narrowed crevice at the woman who had spoken.
Want another child? XD I saw the tunnels led out various ways, so I hope it’s not a stretch or intrusion to jump in! Just let me know <3
she strode on, finding the child's lack of response petulant. bien! that shall return as punishment another day.
engrossed, the queen walked entirely past the hiding intruder, so tiny and quiet. the entire length of her tail passed him, when-
"et anozher zhing!" and she turned. "doon't-" but her eyes had caught the striking white.
they slid down the length of the wall, until they were upon him. gemstones set within a marble bust of surprise.
and soon after that; a sharp-toothed grin.
the cougar raised a paw to her whiskers, all claws unsheathed, and whispered.
shhh.
gently, quietly, she turned towards the salle de bain. she looked him over her shoulder, still smiling.
her tail flicked.
follow me.