| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.0 :: Three Years [Tallsun Born] HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Sparrow |
 If I Shout and Can't Be Heard,
I Want to be Destroyed at Your Hands</style>
While I Can Still be Called "Me"
My Queen insists on the fact that I call her by her first name, but such things come unnaturally to me and my tongue. I had always called Mirage by her title; Queen, as she was, and I was but a mere soldier... Well, a gangly colt at the time, but that was beside the point. Either way, I would show the same respect to Kahlua. It lessened my uncertainty about her, however, at her insistence that I simply call her by her given name, reaffirmed my belief that she thought that we were equals... But still. Old habits died hard, I suppose.
My ears slowly swivel towards her, listening to the brief tale of horror that had become the Sunshower's life during the time of her infected state. I did not know this 'Lena', but I was grateful that she had healed my Queen of such atrocities...
"Yes," I answer honestly, my blush-kissed lips forming the word slowly, as though my mind continued to dawdle in those terrible, dark caves, "Yes... I quite like my freedom as well, Ma'am. Er... Kahlua. I'm sorry." How awkward it was... But if she insisted, then I would try.
Then, she asks my for my name, and for the longest of moments I stand with my mouth agape, because yes, I hadn't ever told her my name. In the past, there had never been any need, seeing as I had been running for my life and she had been trying to rip me apart... Still, I hold no ill will towards her. Not anymore. Like myself, she was but a victim of unforeseeable circumstances.
Lifting my large head, a small, proud smile upturns my lips. Pride would always bubble from the depths of my chest whenever I could speak of my relation to my father; he was, at this point, everything in which I hoped to become. "I am Luken," I say to her, slowly dipping my head forward in a brief nod as though a bow. I'd try and bow upon one knee, but it was always cumbersome, given my large and bulky frame... And with the mark of the Sun that burned and scalded my right shoulder, the pull of muscle could only be described as terribly uncomfortable. "Son of Destrier and brother to Laila... Although, regrettably, I haven't seen my twin sister in many moons." I could only hope she was alright...
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