girl talk

Ebon, full lips peeled back to reveal pale incisours, murderous in their wake, a striking cobra; danger was iminent in their lives, they were alike in many way and they knew better than to place their trust in another and yet here they were, two rivals, two friends, sharing the second most intimate aspect of their lives. Similar situation happened before and the brone babe would not be able to forget the moment she broke down before the ashen queen and she was there for her, she was there and something told her she shall remain by her side yet time will tell if such assumption is true. The cinnamon vixen joined with a laughter oh her own, soft as summer rain, melodious as they created a close to perfect harmony within their emotional vocalization of entertainment. All she could do was to shake her regalia at the other short stick comment and as the hours passed by the conversation was slowly dying, turning quieter by each minute. It was time to call it a night. The bronze Goddess shifter her weight, wrapping her elongated, luxurious tail tighter around their bodies and laid her regalian on top of her teacup paws as sleep soon followed.

exitus via sleep



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