sing a lie, ghost of the night
10-09-2013, 06:31 PM
He had been seeking the pearled woman upon the brink of a war, hoping her fiery spirit would be enough to persuade her to fight for him. However, as he would saunter with purpose, cherry nostrils trailing the earth in search of his silver damsel, a wave of unsuspecting desire would flood his loins. Renesme had fallen into season, and what was more? Her shrill summoning would beckon him closer, moving into a resolute lope as he would so hungrily seek her proximities. What divine timing, no? Like the purest of angelic auras she would float, pale jacket gliding over the snow strewn paths of his kingdom; her beauty no less than captivating as cravings began to stir. He would slow to a jog upon his approach, swaying with the elegant seamlessness he so famously would bare. A smirk of cunning intention would crease his lips as he marched towards the empting lady, making no efforts to cease his gait as he would aim to clash firmly with her shoulder, breath hot over her scruff as his body trembled, ?What a pleasant surprise, my moonlit beauty.? |