OFF WITH HER HEAD

Her call would not be one of familiarity, however no less than one of raw intent; having paused amidst his tracks, the ivory splendour would test the air in order to locate the trembling perfume of her welcomed existence. He would saunter with a seamless ease, a tool of appeal and a warning of deadly elegance, coming to be gifted with a purposeful sight that was not one to be forgotten. The memories of the youthful vulpess? assistance on the battlefield glowed with a proud luminosity, beaming the structures of his skull. Perfectly, brilliantly, however dangerously. A new obsession she had quickly grown to be, craved for within the blueprint of his structures as his brain would sear with the desire of her ownership.

And yet here she was, so elegant amidst the frosted landscape; her beauty no less than a treasure within itself as she would gaze with duotone eyes. She would have been no more than a pretty ornament had she not slaughtered all in her wake upon enemy turf, she was a diamond in the rough; a rarity he would not hesitate to use to his advantage. ?Your queen might miss you, ivory bludgeon; but I promise not to tell,? he wove between the pines, coral features tweaked with the muse of his statements as he would come to stand no more than two meters in front of her. The daring of his closeness beaming proudly from the brilliance of his rubies as a cunning chuckle would reverberate from shuddered pipes.