Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

“You could eat some mint for your breath,” She made a disgusted face just to tease him, his breath was fine, although indeed he could use some mint. The lioness felt a little pride when the male asked her to back off; her standing so close to him made him uncomfortable. On his request she backed away a few steps, sitting on a boulder that elevated her a little, just so she could feel in charge of the situation. Standing so close to him, the female could finally study him a bit more; he was handsome, mysterious and strong. He was also annoying, scary and seemed dirty. Not dirty as in he needed a bath, dirty as in he was white before, and his umber fur was a result of carrying a dark burden all this way. Some war-markings were old and grey, while some were new, the newest one still having a reddish hue. “I’m listening.”
 
His eyes were something else; crimson orbs like blood, in contrast to her sun-like ones. “Where did you get the eyes from? Are you some relative to the other raven-pelt with red eyes?” They indeed looked similar, not like brothers, but cousins. She herself did not look like her sister, Hemera, yet they were not littermates so that may explain something. Agana tilted her head to the side, still examining him, waiting patiently for his story. “Could you tell me more about the stars after you finish?”