a bit of pp? hope it is ok.
nephthys The ache was dull, as if some lazy torturer was standing right behind the bronze Goddess, only applied enough pressure to be an annoyance. It sat there, just to the side of her right temple toward the neck. She could imagine it would be like laying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of hers. Faex! (Shit!) the babe spatted venemously; her balance was torn due to the collision and it sent her right on her haunches as her bum slammed the ivory ground. Irrumabo si quid agis? (What the fuck where you doing?) she spatted, narrowing her fiery orange optics that were swimming in a pool of violet. Her gaze locked onto the brute, male, she made a quick mental note, before taking him in. Confusion must have washed over the ivory man just as it did to her fore he was offering nothing but aggressive signals. Did this man think she was out to get him?
Hear my voice
come with me where the moon is made of gold |
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Warning: this is a mature themed character. She has a 20" caracal by the name of Alphonse. It shall be presumed that he is with her all the time unless stated otherwise.Ithuriels, Hannibal and her pups are allowed to crash her threads regardless of the tag!
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