SOMETHING THAT IS MINE

The little child had been perfection and no less, and the wintry ghoul had every intention of claiming the albino beauty as his own. However, he hadn?t yet had the chance to speak with the infant properly, and so as he yielded the unfamiliar cry of a woman, he was to be no less than surprised to find the tiny youth had beat him to his objectives. He would waltz in a manner that was no less than familiar, sloped hips swaying affront an extended tail of curled silvers, guided effortlessly by the precision of his coral forelimbs; wrapped by the jewellery of his splendour. He would saunter with a dominance and regality comparable to none, and perhaps if the presented stranger had not also been of rare genes, he would not have been so kind. He would walk until his chest towered over the slopes of S?alkyries backside, wanting to press her pelvis in between his two forelimbs. It was in a possessive manner, but one of care and dedication, for no banshee, even an albino, would take the rare beauty from his grasp, ?Such divine beauty could only be friend,? his voice was silken, seamless, ?Unless she has chosen a path of idiocy??