Temptress' brood
03-11-2019, 02:28 AM
The light of the day had long since ebbed and dwindled to nothing, now as midnight marched steadily toward them the air was cooler and damper than it had been. In the sweet rain-washed darkness the sounds of the night became loud in the autumn babe ears, even the rustling of the leaves and the whisper of the wind was thunderous. She swore that in the absolute blackness of that midnight world she could have heard a beetle in the earth, so acute became her hearing. A clear night illuminated the forest, as she patroled their den site, by the glint of stars and the radiance of a bright moon. At midnight, yellow beams of starlight would illuminate the invading darkness, casting a myriad of shadows upon the ground and yet fiery orange orbs caught a movement that could not have belonged to a shadow. My sweet poisonour berry, she called with a purr, warm sonnates leaving full, ebon lips as she approached the albino cherryblossom. night is your home like it is for your Father. she mused, plush, coral tongue rolling from her maw in order to lean down and wipe a affectionate wet stripe across her daugheters right ear. Speech |
