``Hi ho, Kermit the Frog here.`` Hey! Let's get on to the fun stuff-- who is this lovely lady? name: Aurora (last name is Borealis) age (in approximate human years): 24 gender: female occupation: Royalty personality: Generally very anti-social, quiet, but smart. Has an icy (lol pun intended), cold, appearance to those who don't know her too well. She can get really mad too.. backstory: Being the only daughter of a king and queen, the throne was always in Aurora's name. When she was about 18, the royal family was invited to attend a dinner party. After an accident with a glass chalice, Aurora's right eye was extremely damaged. The party ended immediately as the King and Queen rushed their daughter to the only healer working at that hour. Fast forward 70 medicines, 30 surgeries, and 4 years later, and Aurora wakes up to seeing.. nothing. The attempt to restore her right eye from the night before had put her in deep sleep. A voice from her left delivered the news: "Unfortunately, your majesties, our idea didn't prove successful. Princess Aurora.. you've lost your vision." Short story: --I C E-- How I adore gazing upon the orange glow of snow at sunset! Gazing.. funny, isn't it? From my doorway, a voice cooed, "Your Highness, it's almost time." My paws snapped my writing quill in half. Second time this week-- running out of quills. "One moment," I growled, "Did you hear anything back from the healer? The alchemists?" "No. But I suggest you get moving, the coronation is near." Miserably, I stand up, grabbing my wall for support. My paws drift toward the feeler-- a device I use commonly. My feet begin to shuffle, then move, then stride. I walk in a black abyss with the lady-in-waiting's fur pressed against mine. Closer, closer, until we reach The Room. Well, it's technically the ceremony room, but I always call it The Room. The Room where the scariest things imaginable happen. Coronation Room. What's wrong with Coronation? Everything. I'm not ready.. with all the medical procedures I've wasted time on, I took no care to learn how to lead a kingdom. And now the kingdom is going to be stuck with a queen who is unprepared, self-obsessed, and blind. Thanks Mom. Any other Ferox this side of Mount Casper would kill to have that crown placed on their head! But I, on the other paw, have a terrible fear of the weight that that crown carries-- the weight of a kingdom I can't protect. I'm not putting it on, I can't. No, no no no. Great idea! I'll boycott the whole thing! I sit down quickly, muttering the words "no." A faint rustle told me the Lady-in-waiting turned to look at me. "Princess, you have to. They're all out there." "No." I repeat. "But--" "n o." A tug from my front tells me I'm about to get dragged in there. It feels like tug-of-war as we enter the room. I stop, because nothing looks worse than a princess protesting like a little kid. I listen to choir singers singing as I make my way up the isle. An icy chill blows into the room as silence meets me. And a crown is placed on my head. "Queen Aurora." My father says. "Queen Aurora." The spectators catch on, and soon enough everyone cheers. I don't hear them. I don't want to hear them, because that's the sound of a new life. A new life I don't want. A title I don't deserve. And a crown on my head.
Art: Me on FireAlpaca Coding: Me (lipsync refrenced from @dark-void) Original meme: @dark-void Character Design: @starry-skyes Story: Me Music: La la la by (anyone know?) Allergic by Post Malone! <33 Hope you guys enjoy!
