Weeds and Thorns
01-24-2016, 02:33 PM
She was quite pretty, with her legs bound in darkness and the silvery fur that flowed down her back. He didn't have a problem just observing such an elegant woman. Of course all good things come to an end, the shrill voice of a bird would be the alarm call and suddenly her deep colored eyes would find him. His lips would turn up slightly at the corners, and he'd find himself moving forward just slightly. "That's very kind of you to offer help." She was grinning, but with that bird's earlier call he had no doubt she was ready to spring at any moment. "Wanderers don't often get lost." Indeed, he knew these lands rather well, though he'd been born in the North the East was where he'd grown up. "I couldn't help but notice you, and obviously had a more difficult time holding back my curiosities." He'd peer at her more obviously, wondering if she might let loose some of her mysteries. |
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