Post by shadow on Nov 11, 2005 15:26:24 GMT -5
richened russet slowly lurched forth in slinking movement to the on wards terrain with a mere huff to be emitted in dramatic act. darkened abyss in which the femme held gaze to rolled furiously about, cord abruptly snapped in elevation, smug grin of annoyance to be apparent as she had done so. barren woodland danced soulfully, a mocking whisper toned through the ricketing brush, bluster whipping the mangled and tattered threads of she every which way, ratty untamed effect handed down to the essa. and act she played perfectly. feverish rag doll in need of help. yet beneath the burning flesh was opposite of timid beast. an enraged banshee whom had taken on the game of life, to ruin it for others. and a pleasure it be to bring on pain to another. pure pleasure.
harks slowly lulled forth to the beckoning rush of tumbling water beds, nymph easily listening to the ordering tone, blunt bodice engulfed of flame towering forth in search of the rumbling aqua. moments fluttered past as she had finally mad way through touchy thickets, scarred of winters falling, low whistle issued to no reply before the block dome of she had slowly eased unto hovering stance above the cleared fluid, kissers cupping slightly as she had somewhat inhaled, aimlessly gulping, but anxious as to what lay ahead. next minuet. moment. day. week. she needed a harem desperately. to attack verbally. mentally. physically. how that would please her, and feed the forever burning flame of quarrels. ever charred.
bulk of the vixetta was at impact now within deep winter months, a sore thumb to the barren lands some would say, though the extra plump she had gained, and always thickening hyde gave the she a more.. aggressive outlook. intimidation was easy in wintered seasons. oh so easy. though personally, spring and summer were dreadfully missed, their absence unforgotten. of course warmth was always on mind, and more sunlight, foliage, which had often bothered her so. a hushed whisper in the back of her mind.
cord whisked o'er the large flank of she in clean swipe once more, apex slowly arising to normal loft, beckoning calls erased from the elder doe. gaze solely rolled about once more, thorns flickering, offering of a mere twitch to whatever approach, teasing croon to emit, in attempt to lure anything into the disgust of pure bleach blanketed lands. anything to break the silence. the cold. shatter it completely.
quietly she await ones being to humbly emerge from the rocking timbers, a soft hum to lull the femma into ease of eager nature, though the internal clock was ticking, and if none had shown in such an area, it was off to the lands of reckless lust. flustering nights and days of a pair.
harks slowly lulled forth to the beckoning rush of tumbling water beds, nymph easily listening to the ordering tone, blunt bodice engulfed of flame towering forth in search of the rumbling aqua. moments fluttered past as she had finally mad way through touchy thickets, scarred of winters falling, low whistle issued to no reply before the block dome of she had slowly eased unto hovering stance above the cleared fluid, kissers cupping slightly as she had somewhat inhaled, aimlessly gulping, but anxious as to what lay ahead. next minuet. moment. day. week. she needed a harem desperately. to attack verbally. mentally. physically. how that would please her, and feed the forever burning flame of quarrels. ever charred.
bulk of the vixetta was at impact now within deep winter months, a sore thumb to the barren lands some would say, though the extra plump she had gained, and always thickening hyde gave the she a more.. aggressive outlook. intimidation was easy in wintered seasons. oh so easy. though personally, spring and summer were dreadfully missed, their absence unforgotten. of course warmth was always on mind, and more sunlight, foliage, which had often bothered her so. a hushed whisper in the back of her mind.
cord whisked o'er the large flank of she in clean swipe once more, apex slowly arising to normal loft, beckoning calls erased from the elder doe. gaze solely rolled about once more, thorns flickering, offering of a mere twitch to whatever approach, teasing croon to emit, in attempt to lure anything into the disgust of pure bleach blanketed lands. anything to break the silence. the cold. shatter it completely.
quietly she await ones being to humbly emerge from the rocking timbers, a soft hum to lull the femma into ease of eager nature, though the internal clock was ticking, and if none had shown in such an area, it was off to the lands of reckless lust. flustering nights and days of a pair.
