The orb of blessings..

[dyain]

ooc:
har har suckeh

[Luminous]

She shivered lightly,the ectasy great already.Perhaps here?no,it must be done within the breeding grouns.She murmered once more,muffedly crooning to his touch,so delicate in pressure.Her facade became flooded with the mastrous grins of pleasure,his touch so light,yet so firm.Ah,her angel sent straight from the lands of heavenly features. She shuffled about,her brackets shifting eagerly..

To the breeding grounds?

She muttered,her plumage remained flagged,a simple sign of preparation and readiness.She mused quietly.tittering her voices.bouncing eagerly about,the early days of her dawning creeping back to the present time.Her world turned giddily around her,seeming surreal,thogh laying plainly before her,mortified and warped with perfection..

[Luminous]

now thats sucky[points to my post]

[dyain]

A nudge was placed upon the shoulder, the question needent an answer. Braces plucked gingerly upon the geo of which he grew so fond of, a gate taken before the doe. Dial flung upwards, te brute had been caught. Takeing a step too near, taken by te doe of which he pressed claimence upon. Would he ever leave to take in another? Another one of angelic causes. He would have his doe accompany him, for accseptence must be passed by te both. He did not rule over her, nor she over he. A team it will and always shall be, young sprawled across the geo with infumous light. But hers shall always be first to compleat, he did not wish of a certian gender, just oen to call upon. Heir to the vast plains of plenty....theirs.


This way my dear

His vioce trailed, a leap spread across his form. Alabastar lacing exited through the looming foliage serving as a gate. A gate to lead from the terrian, but also was a gate to much more. A gate of renual, leading to the grounds. A gate of sorrow, such leading to the place were all shall end. A gate of anger, leading to a loam with such a horrid scent, coarse brush strokes of rouge dabbing such. But he headed to a place of great importance, his doe soon to follow.

[Luminous]

The femme picked a delicate path after the patron, her visiage aglow with excitement, her plumage flagged, turned upright in a delicate arching symbol. Her chains rippled gently, caressing the tender flesh of her feathered crest.Her flag lowering, her pendulum began to whip around her, spanking at her flanks coarsely.

Forever I shall follow you,
never to leave your side.
I shall endure the worst with you,
and enjoy the best.

She murmered quietly, her tones dipped deeply from her diaphragm.[brb..switching accnts