She was taken aback by her mate failure to provide them with a secure land to call home for themselves, their family and spawns. She felt lost and confused even in his brother presence but his warmth started to embrace her and soon enough she found herself drawn to it, only to close the distance between them -- plush tongue, coral, softness tha touched the forehead of her brother, if allowed, only to allow herself a tender gesture, filled with familial affection.
Right on time. sultry and soft words, melocious in their low timbre, meant to tickle and send shivers down one spine. Elegant, suave was her form, shoulder blades aligned with her slender, feline-like spine only to result in a small waist-line to accentuate her femminity and lethal sensual forms, pure sex.
My mate has failed to provide us a secure home for ourselves and our families. she announced with a sight leaving her foreign-lips before fiery jewels locked into his.
Every coming season the Ithuriels have always performed cleansing rituals to purify our celestial spirits that remain trapped within the mortal vessel. she explained, her attention shifting towards the river to their right,
Water is being used to clean our mind, body and spirit. With the right incantation the water help clean ourselves of the filth from the mortal world. her attentioned returned for a moment before she departed towards the river edge,
I can teach you, if you want, Toth.
Are you worth your weight in gold?
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