The Queen did not know if the giant lupine was an enemy or not but she admired his raw physical prowess and confidence in his strength and sword arm. It takes a healthy testosterone supply to be so comfortable with a victory or death method. Whatever he was after, to him it was worth risking the punishments of Malfeas if he failed.<br/><br/>She spoke to him through her reflections. He was cocky but surprisingly civil. He implied he knew her but she was sure she would remember a twelve foot tall killer wolf man. "I am nothing so basic as an Akuma. By the laws of Cecylene I am a Queen so it's naturally I am partial to them. I'm quite willing to parlay if given proper incentive. In fact I. . ."<br/><br/>The Queen froze in place because she was suddenly somewhere else and so was the great beast she had been talking to. They were sharing an intimate moment talking about a great war they had both been chosen by the gods to fight. He was so handsome and strong yet she was a more of a liability than a fighter. The others even called her a mistake. Yet he called her his. He was kind and generous to her and his posessive nature made her feel safe and treasured. She belonged to him and he kept her close and guarded her as if she was the most precious thing in all creation.<br/><br/>Then she was somewhere else, a different time. There had been no war for centuries and now she had the power to force creation and all its laws to break before her will. The wolf was there too in the form of a handsome and very naked man. He was weaker than before and now he was hers. He wore an enchanted collar she has made for him and a loose bow around the base of his junk. Sometimes he would run off and she would find and punish him but usually things were much more blissful. Even if he didn't like authority he liked being at the whims of a demanding sex Goddess. He spread his legs with a cocky grin as if he was sure she couldn't resist, and indeed she didn't.<br/><br/>In the presant The Queen's silence was suddenly broken by her definently shouting "No!".  She had been an incredibly powerful sorceress in a past life who people originally overlooked.  That previous life had knowledge of wonders the Dragonblood houses didnt even know existed but sometimes the memories wanted to control her entirely. That had almost just happened but her will was too strong to be overtaken.<br/><br/>At least now she knew who she was talking to. "Even as a human I would fantasize about the romance between the champions of the sun and moon.   When I was reborn I knew it meant someone like you were out there but I did not know if I would ever find you. I never expected you would find me here." The Queen, in all three images, said soft and dreamily. For a short time she was just in awe of this fantasy come to life before her.<br/><br/>A rich history didn't gaurentee her mates intentions were good for her and she was no longer a daydreaming girl. "I believe you are correct. We stand fairly even for a change. This might be a great boon for us but I do not belong to the Yozis and I am not yours to steal. Yet here you are, traveling Creation, Malfeas, and the infinite desert in between to find me. I'd say you earned yourself a drink and rest in my abode. Promise me that you mean me no harm and we will celebrate together in person." The Queen's three images said with an inviting smile. If her mate believed she might have become an Akuma than what she initially thought was an attempt on her life was actually a gallant rescue.<br/><br/>Assuming the great wolf confirmed he would not harm her he would find the mirrors and their images melting away to lead him directly to her bedroom.<br/><br/>The bedroom was practically palatial, with purple, gold and cerulean gossamer silks and jewels all around. Cool light filtered dimly in the room and the air was fresh smelling faintly of honey, fine resins and flowers. The air was fresh and everything reflected  a soft comforting regal femininity. There was no trace of the burning green light of Ligear nor anything curdely metallic or brassy. The only thing more divinely comforting than the room itself was the grand statue and plush white womanly curves of The Queen herself.<br/><br/>She wore a sultry masquerade mask and her robes were cut in a way reminiscent of both the petals of a flower and the wings of an insect. She was tall and long limbed, almost to the point of completely inhuman proportions. A feature that was paradoxically something that was only really seen on the most beautifully feminine eunuchs. Many a decadent tyrant would have the most beautiful boy children brought before him and chose his favorite to have their genitals cut from them and be raised to be his lover when they came of age.* Without ever experiencing adolescence the eunuch would continue the bone growth pattern of a child long, tall and slender but with the flesh devlopment of a woman with tiny waists, curved hips and perky breasts. Resulting in a very exotic looking woman who would never become pregnant with an illegitimate child. The Queen did enjoy the sadism of castration but only upon already devloped men who stayed men in every other way afterward.<br/><br/>The exotic eunuch concubine may have has a similar frame to The Queen but her feminine flesh  was ample in ways that only the flow of real estrogen made. Her breasts were like untouched cream and large enough to fill any mans hand with their tender warmth but it was her hips and rear that really her most eyecatchimg feature. They were more than could fit in two hands and while it all seemed fairly firm there was a subtle jiggle with every step she took like the fluffy bounce of marshmallows on springs; the child spawning hips of a true Queen.<br/><br/>"You can take that off now" she said with a friendly bit of sass, referring to the Lunar war form.<br/><br/><br/>OOC: The Queens past life background can attempt to take over if exposed to one of their most important intimacies from their life. By paying one willpower and avquiringbone limit she prevented that.<br/>I also took more time to describe The Queen's body because she's very voluptuous for one of my characters who tend to be more wafish.   I thought you might enjoy a little poetic embellishment there<br/><br/>* The part about tyrants chosing good looking child boys to castrate and use as exotic looking women that cant get pregnant actually happened in several different countries and eras in real life. I'm only interested in adult dicks and men, but when I realized the surface similarity the symbolism of the parallel felt like a very thematic thing to draw attention to.  People did bizarre and horrid shit through human history.