Breathe Deep, Stop Time
12-19-2017, 10:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-17-2018, 01:54 AM by Nephthys.)
Dance with the Devil || Down the path there is a stream, but not as you know it. By nature all streams are slow-flowing, languid in pace, and lax by nature. However the stream is mighty. Many torrents of water travel its path, rapids flick up against its surface like paint flakes off a distressed door. Boulders rise out of the water like the bows of a sunken fleet, and the hiss of far off waterfalls are the screams of their drowned crew. The scent of moss and lichen be-fowls the air for leagues across. The stream is the reminder to all that witness its majesty the ignorance of presumption, and the existence of exemption. The water was green, darker in the shadows and more pale in the light, but still green she noted. Against the noise of the birds that were welcoming the new day the gentle murmur of the water can only just be heard, a backdrop to the musical notes coming from above. For all its serenity there was more danger in its swirling depths than the trees behind her that coiled into one another as if they were whispring ancient secrets. She found herself in a new land once again, leaving behind the world she knew, aiming for nothing in her life but to find them. Them. Her brother and sister, her siblings, the very trio of soiled blood as the corrupt womb with which they crawled from. But alas they created a temptress, a dragoness, her allure at such a young age was undeniable. Sensuous was the demoness as she aged from her lithe whelpen bodice into that of a full-blown woman, every curve from the luscious grace of her tapered neck to the swaying hips of each wind-graced step. Her visage alone boasts an immortality to which time holds no candle -- from the long, eloquent muzzle dipped in brown velvet to the embedded jewels of vivid champagne bewitchment mixed with just a glint of lilac pigment to further enchant those that dare to approach.
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