The invitation is effortlessly accepted even though Breaze gives intense protest. The Draconian male owns an interest in going since his rider is intent on dealing with accusations that have been made. Yet, Breaze utterly refuses to travel using teleportation since Cyrus joins Augusta. That forces the Draconian to fly the almost two days journey while watching the horde of at least 141 felidaeanthropos. The mass of warrior cat people does a foot race in returning to the highland homelands of the High Queen Clowder.
High queens, low queens, and aristocracy within gynarchy. It is a complex culture of female authority and the power of matriarchal lineage. There are no grand palaces in Liosa. Stepping out of the teleportation energy the eyes view well-placed flat-roofed stone houses and an enormous stone throne that is an ornately designed bench set atop a stone pedestal.
Yes, merely simplistic multi-level houses of various sizes individually raised off the ground by solid walls of base stone. Houses with window openings that are crisscrossed by stone bars covered in woven materials. In front and outback are elegant wooden steps with cravings covering the entirety of them. These lead to communal courtyards or footpaths. These are well-worn pathways that are attached to limited wagon roadways. Liosa is a finely crafted outsized city of natural pristine in primitive civilization. It is beholding simplistic elegance within a humanoid cattish life. Cattish life that shows intelligence in construction, maintenance, cultural display and basic life.
However, even in seeing the advanced primitive of the city’s center, eyes eventually must view the large group of humanoid felines. They are sums too large to instantly calculate. Each one is a crown-wearing felidaeanthropos of various breeds. All but one is facing Augusta as they stand encircling the large bench, the Lios Alter of Liosa. Queens standing and every male kneeling. And in that thought she notices that Cyrus knelt the second that they exited the teleportation.
“ Greetings! ” Proclaims a white, medium fur length, shorter feline humanoid possessing eyes that appear almost like green tea. She seems similar to an Earth Angora feline. But wow, she wears a crown well. However, no time to ponder that as a regal nod enters into the moment of accepting a guest.
In turn, Augusta politely replies with a similar gesture. Then she becomes aware that all but one of them suddenly nestles upon the ground. One feline is remaining standing. The one that has had her back turned the entirety of the moments since arriving.
‘ Rude, rudeness, ’ Walks into Augusta’s thinking as the sight becomes focused on. ‘ She is tall, nearly as tall as me. ’
‘ Black chocolate, silky, densely elegantly long, textured but glossy. ’ And then, Augusta gasps of almost envy of such fine strands. That brings her eyebrows raised in thinking, ‘ Gee, she could almost be me ’.
That thought causes the watching of the sensually swaying tail. It is bushy in medium length and slightly shorter than the torso. It is covered in that same exotic black chocolate colour.
‘ Queenly, my, goodness, goddess…ca..at, ’ And, Augusta could almost kneel to this creature for the density of intense life aura screamingly whispers perfection.
“ Air Prime, you have been welcomed by High Queen Madam Marsha De-Mello of the Arogna Felidae. An honour, indeed, an honour. ”
Augusta’s eyes wince at being addressed by a proper Titanian title. Swiftly that falls into puzzlement of how, who and when, why. But listening remains the task as the black chocolate beauty’s left arm extends to point toward another queen.
“ The beloved, Zin Aisa, the High Queen of the Amese Felidea, and Princess of the Lios Alter of Amese. ” Convey the black chocolate perfection in giggling as there seems to be a joy raising. It does as a glossy, fine short furred seemingly Siamese feline humanoid stands to gesture a regal bow. Simplistically bowing at the waist to then gaze at Augusta with brilliant blue eyes.
“ Holiness, we welcome you to Troxia. ” Greets the cream-coloured darkly brown pointed oriental-type feline before returning to be seated.
Black chocolate beauty next causes her right arm to extend after the left is brought back to her side. The paw of the right arm points toward a third queen. In doing so the feline’s head turns allowing a moment of seeing the fine facial structure of further declaring goddess cat.
“ And, our golden felidea … her Royal Tigeris Highness, High Queen Reka Tabbis of the Tabbis Felidae. ”
The air seems to dance wild into a warm breeze as a golden-furred feline of short, dense coat with Mackerel Tabby markings stood to bow. And, as she did all others proclaim, “ Praise to felidea! ”
A sight to behold, oh yes.
Then another sight to enjoy is the full frontal view of the black chocolate beauty. She is strong, elegant and powerfully built with athletic hindquarters and large, well-rounded paws. Her body length is medium with a firm, barrel-shaped torso. She has a slight arch to her back because her hind legs are slightly longer than the front legs. She appears to be incredibly agile too. Her stunning lethal erotic exotic presence in a regal sense of graceful classy feline.
A deeper breath as Augusta now understands that ‘ no, not quite me but wow! ’
Augusta’s eyes meet clover green eyes with a slit-shaped pupil of dark black. The eyes are large and round and give an overall sweet expression. The outer corners of Black Chocolate Beauty’s eyes are slightly angled towards the base of her ears. Her round face consists of a broad forehead at the top of its skull and narrows slightly to a full-rounded nozzle helping beatify her eyes.
‘ Ms. Cat, cat, cat, ’ pushes to solidly hold thoughts as Ms. Cat introduces herself.
“ High Queen Clover Regalia of the Sibi Felidea of Troxia and Chancellor of the regional throne. ” Comes spoken in luscious erotic tones while supplying a fully kneeling bow. “ Welcome Cian, Air Prime. ”
” You know of me? ” Puzzles aloud in sharing a questioning thought about the curiosity of herself being an ‘unknown kind’ but so properly known too.
” Of course, we do.” Comes affirming as explantation arrives too. “ A silver-haired of your kind foretold of your coming. He said you would arrive if he took the gemstone guarded by the Griffs. “
“ Really? ” Sharply is a query as Augusta ponders about her kind being silvered-haired. She however quickly stops that for she knows there is no more like her, she is the only one. So the rumbling mind question is who is the prophet spoke about?
There arrives a tired sigh as Augusta shakes her head about the worship protocols. Thus, she gestures for Clover Regalia to rise while vocalizing. “ The protocol is complete and at ease. ”
“ Thank you. ” Politely is shared as Clover Regalia stands to point to an open woven material type tent.
“ So tell me more about silver-haired. ” Augusta earnestly nudges to get any possible info about what might be another gemstone theft. “ All details, anything and who saw him? ”
“ Tall like you. Paler soft furless with a pretty mane. Darkly hard eyes of secrets. Smelled fancy even though an inferior…a male of your kind. But, I thought that he must lie for no male is smart enough to prophesy. ”
That creates a smirk. It does because the open display of gynarchy reminds her of Queen Gracio, the Dragon Queen. Two queens in very different worlds have no hesitation in proclaiming their belief in feminine power and limited equality. A something that has been often preached to Augusta. However, it tends to awaken uneasiness in her soul. Thus, a shuddering wince after the smirk.
The discomfort has her looking around at the gathered humanoid felines. She abides there while wondering what furless biped killed two Griffs for gemstones. Such a line of thinking allows understanding that no furless humanoids exist naturally on Troxia. All are banned from the planet due to Tierra disallowing such entities on this biosphere of creatures.
“ But, he did not lie in prophecy. You are here. Air magic female of pretty dark mane, danced blue eyes, tall goddess of Griffs.” Chattily clarifies Clover Regalia while studying Augusta. “ He said something about strangely feline lion-crab energy…you not always a Goddess. He said that. You first are a little Liosa.”
Augusta is confused about some of that. Crab, lion, liosa and being little proclaim oddness. Thus she does not know what it means. However, Tierra may understand it for on occasion the Earth Prime has slipped tidbits of info about the Mortal that Augusta once was. But she is quite certain that she was not a water creature feline. Earthling humanoids are not either of those. And, currently, there is no other kind like her either. But yes, she is understanding that maybe the kind is furless humanoids. And, that could be a wide range of entities in the universe.
“ Excuse me but the sun soon is growing in the sky. ” Politely interrupts Madam Marsha De-Mello as she walks up to Augusta pointing toward a group of large open caravan tents. “ It is tent time and a meal. We four queens and you will sup in the tent over there. “
The Air Prime looks in that direction to see at least a dozen caravan tents with blazing fire pits in the centre as multi-sized pillows and rugs seem to overwhelm the remainder of the inside space.
” Come, come eat with us and talk. Afterward, we watch the males dance in the fire dance celebration. ” Invites Queen De Mello with a playful wink of naughty energy.
The other three high queens watch Augusta being encouraged to move along. She slowly walks as the white feldiea loops an arm through an arm. It is chummy feelings that burst forth. Big smiles, joy and party sensations come easily as everyone present knows it is a party. It is Liosa festival. And these feline females are friendly. These females endow instant sisterhood. And, Augusta certainly does connect to that. So off to the tents it is.
It gifts a good time. Sharing chat comes in abundance along with entertainment during a festival feast. A feast that becomes so well-paced in the activity that it allows Augusta to vanish. She walks off unnoticed to teleport to the mountaintop cave for a bio-gen sleep at sunset. Then one hour later reappears telling of how beautiful the vast town has been to experience. It is from this being shared the party revved to push into the depths of the night.
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