girl talk

Sn elegant if tall woman, she was slender and exceedingly tall, standing at 36". Her figure and poise spring royalty to mind, a modern marie antoinette if you may- her fur hangs longer than most, though not absurdly so, a noticable aspect would be her elongated braided tail and the massive sets of golden jewellery that spring their melodious tones like tiny bells hitting each other as she moves towards the source of her call, the ivory queen she had began to care for. Her darkened frame, a wisp on the winter wind, like spider tendrils, is made of warm hues despite her icy exterior. Brown, russets and gold coats her body. The tip of her mouth, sluy smirk, a elegant canine placed itself upon her bottom ebon lip as soon as the woman fondly called her nickname. Her optics were another reminder of her mother, fiery orange swimming in a pool of violet, they locked themself on the other woman as she drew closer, lessening her pace before coming to a full halt in front of the other. By the looks of it, I have been missed, love. she purred slowly, melodious tones escaping her succulent maw; digging her crown slightly she responded to the greeting by mirroring it. Yet as she did so the moon light feel wonderfully upon the other exposed underbelly and what she found there was nothing but a miracle. A surprised expression danced upon her beautiul visage only by mere seconds, You have been busy. I see congratulations are in order. she maintained her gaze thought the tip of her tail flicked not with irritation but curiosity; sometimes the damn thing had a mind of its own.

We seem to find ourselves in yet another patriarchal culture. she spoke softly, her voice alone nothing bunt honey, comforting as she rolled her hips in order to sit down. All the walking towards the call made her ankles swollen some more. When we first met it would've been our worst nigtmare. she offered a chuckle to her own statement, amusament blossomed within heri gaze as it slowly began to melt the icy exterior. That we do, eh luv. another smirk tugged at the corned of her full, ebon lips, making a point to gesture between their exposed, swollen bellies. Who's the baby daddy?




When you walk that walk.
And you talk that talk.