The Wheel In The Sky Keeps On Turning

It really was such a lovely day to be out and about however she was here on business not pleasure, with each passing season a cleansing must be made no matter the temperature of the water, alas to say it was harder during Autumn and Winter but sacrifices had to be made. In truth, the femme fatale's activities were anything but innocent, a cleansing meant a cleaning ritual, for purification purposes from the filth of the mortal world, for the unclean and their blemishes. The babe scented him too late, he already spoke before her nostrils caught on the cologne that drifted off of the male. It was familiar and oh, so very sweet. Her slow responses must be due to the ice cold water that numb her senses. The bronze Goddess waited a few more seconds before she slowly turned around and gave the male her face. Better he remember it, and it seems that he did, who knows, it might be the last one he sees. That idea brought out darker ones, but she had to refrain not matter how badly she wanted to spill him. The babe knows that the consequences of acting too soon would not be good. The lady like to think that she was just gracing the male with her presence. Dried up like the hottest of deserts, she was the water mirage. Needed to retain some sort of sanity, keep the desires alive. Also a figment of the mind, not actually there but so real you could almost taste it. Water was needed to live, as she felt she was needed in some form or another to remain where she was. Relief would be provided to her, seeing that it has been so long since her departure but he was still here. The smell of the pack was clinging strongly on this one, far different from last one, perhaps a new pack? Ashiel. she purred, frozen vocals offered place for her canines to chatter. And so the story was unfolding. She would have to play her role with great conviction if she was to get a standing ovation yet she was pleasantly surprised of their encounter. We seem to always meet during these times. melodious vocals were wrapped in a thick arabic accent as her regalia dipper in order to point at the waters and her cleansing rituals. You look as handsome as ever, darling. fiery orange gaze went over his frame, muscles ripping, registering each hair thread and movement the male had to offer just as Alphonse was watching from the shadows. It was not his place to interupt a meeting such as this and he was certainly his Mistress will be handle the male herself if trouble arouse. He shall only move when he is summoned.


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