Hot Pursuit
12-17-2013, 04:46 PM
Deteste had spoken of a thrown Sol, the over-taking of leadership by a babe unfamiliar. The nature of intent, the desires of this woman were unknown. And so, as the dwindling warmth of winters day would lower beyond the twisted limbs of Mangroves, silver moonlight spreading fingers of splendour across natures graces, Isardis would hover against the faint scent of Jupiter?s borders. Pallid skull would crane, a low and melodic cry of yielding summon calling this new leader to succumb to his christen. |