The Young and Lonely
10-10-2013, 11:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-10-2013, 11:35 AM by Karmen.)
She was the wicked witch that loved the princesses, that promised that their intentions were fair and just and out of the love that festered in their heart chasms. And to the naked eye, one would not compromise Karmen's beauty for malice: she had golden locks of hair and sparkling green eyes and the tip of her slender maw was a peachy-toned nose. Karmen, no, not her, could possibly be malevolent. Yet, as she wandered the Northern lands, she stumbled across an item of desire, a small yearling all alone in the blistering cold. They had things in common, both women were of shorter stature, lithe and delicate like woodland faeries. But the russet female was shy and rather timid, bow-legged like a newborn fawn. Karmen tilted her head in observation, her lips curling into a devious simper. She approached quietly, her head elevated to show authority, but those eyes - usually rimmed with deceit and detest, were soft and charming. ?You poor thing, it isn't safe for a girl so young like you to be alone in the world.? Her words were soft and tender, rich and convincing, tip-toeing into her comfort zone so that the stranger could learn that Karmen was to be trusted. Granted, they were only a year or so apart, but it was obvious that Karmen had more experience. The younger was naive, unaware of the things the world had to offer, and Karmen was here to educate, to invite her into the confines of a warmer, much more mothering environment. |