06-01-2021, 04:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-10-2021, 10:33 PM by Lyss. Edited 1 time in total.)
Granted, while she had gotten what she had wanted, it wasn't the most.. Pleasant experience. Even if the man would bathe, it would not remove the scent of rot and death clinging to his pelt, and she simply felt dirty after it had happened. Though an alliance may strengthen, the Queen knew within her heart she would not give a second chance for him to sire another of her litters. She saw this as a one-time moment, a first litter within Elkshire, and numbers to strengthen the land they claim.
Though of course, as she came back the next day, Célnes came back the next day - the scent would not simply disappear, no matter how much she bathed within the stream, or rubbed her pelt against the scented flowers. Almost like she was being welcomed, the once Royal Wisterian Woodland which clung in purple-hues and white flowers, now were a stark red, a congratiory welcome hue as the apples clung to the trees in a sour tone, and the red petals fell to her path. A royal carpet for the Queen and her hope of siring the Princess's and Prince's to their elk-loving group ; but she wouldn't be certain for a few days if the 'union' harvested its fruit.
Though as she had begun her heart, it still hadn't vanished. The attempt to hide what has happened, and what was happening was perhaps a rather vain attempt - but nontheless, she would continue rubbing her hide upon the hanging branches of the wisterian red flowers. To immense herself in the scent.. Célnes wasn't embarassed what had happened, and would soon announce what would occur if she was successful, but moreso simply felt ashamed to the smell that clung to her pelt. Death itself ; not of Elkshire but of Nightwalker.
Though as she seen to be immensing herself within the flowers of the woodlands, she would need to acquire a few guards for her remaining days. She would hope to bare a mixture of a litter, and a hues that were not favorable to the Deorwine name.. Vengeance origins may be unknown, but he himself, was the luxury of the beloved brown.
Perhaps she should call for @Meissa, and @Remus.
Though of course, as she came back the next day, Célnes came back the next day - the scent would not simply disappear, no matter how much she bathed within the stream, or rubbed her pelt against the scented flowers. Almost like she was being welcomed, the once Royal Wisterian Woodland which clung in purple-hues and white flowers, now were a stark red, a congratiory welcome hue as the apples clung to the trees in a sour tone, and the red petals fell to her path. A royal carpet for the Queen and her hope of siring the Princess's and Prince's to their elk-loving group ; but she wouldn't be certain for a few days if the 'union' harvested its fruit.
Though as she had begun her heart, it still hadn't vanished. The attempt to hide what has happened, and what was happening was perhaps a rather vain attempt - but nontheless, she would continue rubbing her hide upon the hanging branches of the wisterian red flowers. To immense herself in the scent.. Célnes wasn't embarassed what had happened, and would soon announce what would occur if she was successful, but moreso simply felt ashamed to the smell that clung to her pelt. Death itself ; not of Elkshire but of Nightwalker.
Though as she seen to be immensing herself within the flowers of the woodlands, she would need to acquire a few guards for her remaining days. She would hope to bare a mixture of a litter, and a hues that were not favorable to the Deorwine name.. Vengeance origins may be unknown, but he himself, was the luxury of the beloved brown.
Perhaps she should call for @Meissa, and @Remus.
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