[...You're Not Pathetic...]
A temperate melody flowed from a record player; the tunes of a soft piano emanated from it, so calming that it could soften even the most harsh souls. Slow and smooth.
Gold ran along the corners of the walls, and paintings-- centuries old rested on the walls: some illustrated landscapes of Kings and Queens from generations past, praised in acclaim by the people of Akea, the current Queen's portrait being among them.
All the while, Queen Astrea'lamon sat in a fine velvet chair, her legs crossed as a servant meticulously groomed her white coat. A plethora of brushes and combs lay on a small table. She hummed to the tune of the music, relaxing in the touch of the servant's hands.
Deciding to spend all of her time in the safety of Akea because of a certain recent event.
"Tell me, Frisker, what does thyself make of all this? It's already been nearly a month, and you haven't even shared your thoughts with me; how cold," she said, Astrea'lamons voice coated in merry.
She tilted her head towards the servant with mystique in her eyes. The man's head was wrapped in black cloth, sealing his identity.
Astrea'lamon pouted as she waited for a response from the man, her finger tracing the rim of a golden-rimmed glass in slow, tantalizing motions.
The man, who seemed deep in thought, continued to groom Astrea'lamon, stroking a brush down her exposed back through the slit of her dress.
The once vicious, cold air that had emanated from the dire wolf at the HACA meeting was replaced with relaxed, chummy words.
The man let out a deep huff, his voice stone and firm. "A new age is upon us, one that will require all our best efforts in the face of this adversity. However, with the eyes of the world focused on the abominationus, I believe this is the perfect opportunity to gain strength and be patient. Separating ourselves from HACA will do naught for us."
Astrea'lamon huffed in aggravation, knowing the man was right; she had come a long way into finally fulfilling her goals, and her mind raced with all the possibilities that would come when completing them. However, another force had yet again interfered.
And regarding the UCA, they possessed strength far more powerful than anyone on the Council could have imagined, which stunned even the brightest minds of Akea and the AU.
She recalled being briefed on the events of the spawnings in Africa and meeting the heads of science and war bureaus; she watched the feed via satellite recordings and saw the power of the vortex technology herself.
It wasn't just a bomb, but a device that entangled with space and reality as a whole, sealing the rift in reality that linked Etherworld and Earth together, shut in an expansion of pristine blue energy.
She crossed her legs and fiddled in her seat.
The UCA had a carrot over their heads; while they had to wait patiently for the HACA mission to be complete, if any more spawns were to happen during that time, all of Anthrokind would be at the complete mercy of humans for protection, despite their preached words of cooperation.
Astrea'lamons eyes shuddered as she squeezed the glass in her hand tighter and crossed her legs into a different position.
"HACA, that's nothing more than a travesty, it's ludicrous, those other so-called 'leaders' should be ashamed of themselves for bending thy knee to those lowborn sli'mea savages, their so blinded by thy fear of a few bugs that thy brains have shrunk to the size of one," she said with words cold enough to freeze over the Sahara.
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War Of The Race's
Action2071 Current Age: Dark Hope-Starlight As tensions brew between the Anthro race and mankind, over many political and ideological accidents and general fear of one another, the inevitable fate of war broke out, which lasted for many years. Later tens...
