she always tries, truth or lie

N/A · 10-15-2013, 02:14 AM

So darling she would smile, coiling her haunches slightly in an almost submissive-like manner, heavy lashes batting so hesitantly above sea-green opals, as if somewhat afraid to miss something. She marvelled beneath his divine etchings, the scars that slithered so potently his frontal features, crawling no doubt with the livid cries of so many stories. Unlike she, who wore only a jacket of unmarked purity, wholesome in its entirety and dull within its stories; this man seemed a map of brilliant places, and noteworthy adventures. Oh how envious she was. Thick tail would flick idly about haunches as the delicate ember would allow plump cheeks to tweak warily with a sweetheart smile, ?No no, I am not the most excellent solitary huntress just yet; you are not to blame for my sluggishness.? She almost giggled at her words, ?My name is Paradise, may I ask yours?? an eccentric name it was, but nothing of particular brilliance.

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