Post by i n g o l e » on Dec 12, 2006 17:26:44 GMT -5
again i am left with out your love
reluctance slightly flickered over the contessa as she moved steadily into the semi- vacant terrain. appendage's moved in unison at a four- beat walk, her petite, yet rugged disc's sinking ever so slightly unto the melting loam. tawny lenses flickered easily about, grasping the littlest bit of information that the terrain concealed within it's shadows. the colors that surrounded the femme fatale as lenses trickled gently over the wasteland, hefty trees drove upward, yearning to grace heavens floor, stalks were just beginning to break the surface of hell's roof; as spring had graced the land. hearken now darling dearest.
hearken now my dearest, listen to the demonic sounds that you filter through your mind, they are calling to you wanting you to let go. let go of everything that you built up, forever letting it crumble down into the combustible depths of hell. duos flickered, snippets of volume swirled about her dome as the fem twisted it this way and that. facade showed no emotion as she moved farther and farther into the terrain, concealing her multi- colored torso. onyx tipped banter strung itself slightly outward, [as it hid most of her flaws if she positioned it like that] tips warmly kissed her ivory hued gas-kin as pistons urged the creature forth. onward, she went moving farther and farther, the canopy now growing wider as she moved through the thicket of trees. ah! a light. lenses studied the light as she slowed to a halt. and again i am left with choices.
a lithe sigh emitted from her passages, yet, no longer did any mist dance and toy with her velvet muzzle, now it just disintegrated within the oxygen. so long winter. finally the fem had halted, just right of her lay the dainty trees, she glanced at them, shadows litter the earthen near them. dome lowered, neb took a sharp breath of the aroma of the equise that had resided here before her, there was nothing strong that fancied her. milky kissers gently tugged at the young blades, ivorns plucking as she consumed it.
tawny lenses glanced out toward the opening that lay before her, twas if it was another entrance or exit to another world, though the she reside within a meadow many thick thickets of tress and wasteland encircle the terrain. duos still rotated as she brought her dome aloft her bow, grasses hung loosely from the corners of her maw. trendles danced weakly with her bow, gently coliding upon the well toned muscle, only to bounce back. nothing's perfect... right?
but my hopes are so high that your kiss might k i l l me
[o o c][okay, yes, this posteh wasn't the bestest in the world 'cause i really didn't have any muse for inde so if you want me to modify it then... i will.]