Breathe Of Air

[breathe]

My name is heard in no tales
Such a sight is rare
My calling is heard by none
Im a willing breathe
So consider my presance wisley

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Scrapes renditioned a admonishing casual beat o'er the lithmus. A Iridescent xanthippe swayed through the jet veil that rested it's charred veil on her camelia wrapping, that contrasted with her ectoderm's pegmentation. Frosted doublets stiched forward, cognitive placed high top her half circled boa. Considerable silhouette rocked easily back and forth with her majestic, delicate collaberations. Under working muscles scrunched her causican integument into fine talcum leather clumps. Appendia extended outward reaching to ingress faster momentium. Fibril waved and flapped behing her hock kisses slapping a clanking sound in welkin, chains rattled 'long her curvature swinging to and fro with her masquerading side steps. Shanks shaking and wobbling from her immense stroll or rather journey to this lonely and barren shrine. Advancing thicker through the foliage and wonderous shadowing towers, she commanded a melody to retreat from her ductile peobiscus. Mysterously no creature grabbed a hold of her tender tune and swung it back to her. Her lambrums truned from puzzled to eleated as she saw to love birds pirched high in their one single peice of fordesence. Distracted by such a sight she skidded to a stop where she neared a clouded courtyard filled with no life. Skimming and exaiming this monarchy she saw nothing but more shadows beng casted 'mong her sight lines, what a unjoyous sight to see banshees shivering in the frozen domain. She pushed backward as she wadded back into the bushes, disguish her carcass. Knowing she could not be a cowred she russtled her way back out of the glaucous round decritive scenary holders. Inhailing a deep breathe of air through her nasle passages, labios split in half harping a melancholy fiddle 'cross the lithosphere.

Is there an adulate proffer out there? Im in need of a brave and cunning intimacy!

She took a deep breathe and a foggy vivid memory profound its way back to her as it filled her dream box with a faithfull sight. Her mother gave her such a name for how she was a strickining peice of gods breathe. She did not understand why she was such a parcile and was an extrodinary sacrfice as her dads and mothers mulituied always told her, but perhaphs this sanctuary would lesson her with what it ment.

A trilogy is uncommon
Is mine of that religion
Better not cross your mind too late
What could one think
Ill entertain you with my novel
So take your time
With that said
Im your breathe of air

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[Sequin]

[hey post ur stats in joining and put tehmin ur sig. just 4 others to reffer to -stealing and such-]

[breathe]

okies me posted them and dont tell and one lufferly who i am!

[kedar]

<sup>Intentions of the young czar revolved around one central idea; bringing wise and agile femmes to the land of Edeal. Under the control of he and the keen Sarasa, any would flourish. Appendages rose and fell in even tempo, silver meshed ivory hessian placidly jogging toward the dove in view. Honers laced forth, labrums slipping apart as mellow tones trumpeted from his probiscus. Announcing his gallant arrival. Contented sigh heaved from his cage, mind astrewn with many thoughts. The foal. All about the foal. Ah, but now was not the time. Soon would be the time, but not now. No, no, no. Flints leaving slits in the sodden topography, nares flaring to reveal salmon taintings, exotic aroma of the ess filling his oxygenerators. So sweet, so foreign. Whip cord slapping at his canvas, bloodusckers a menacing pest. Boa arched into an elegant curve, plume flagging as kness snapped up neatly, quite a show. Bronc strode closer to the femme, stance of confidence. What was there to lose anyhow? Ah, but time was running out. He had to be back to meet her.. no to meet them. The thought caused a pleasant smile to form upon his mask, and when in range of the new banshee, focus came back to the task set before him.

Ah. Yes, she was a beauty. Porcaline, a snow glazed hide. Cranium bobbing slightly as bulk came to a complete halt, low whicker murmured as a greeting. Chasms tinted in rich amber skimming over her seemingly fragile, petite mass, speaking lightly. Hello, fine vixen. I be Kedar, King of Edeal. I have but one doe, my Queen, Sarasa. Though my time is limited, I come to ask of you if you'd like to reside amongst us. Introductions will be made at the lands, for I must leave now. Important matters await me. Again, the thought of the wee babe filled his mind, before stating as he pivoted, weight thrown to his hinds, gaze set on the canopy. I wish to see you there;but if not, farewell.Such a short, well spent visit. Sweet and to the point. But now, time for the journey, to get back to Edeal, to get back to them. Them. How wonderful it was. Worry vanished, burst of adrenaline rush as he sped forward, pondering whether the pearl hued would follow, adding a precious being to the harem he strived to fulfill.Oh, now was not the time. Time ticks, don't let a minute be wasted.</sup>

[kedar]

[ugh.so museless. sorry, but I'm going to post in Edeal, you can come or not =D]