on the bathroom wall
01-06-2014, 05:12 PM
The dame would glance in his direction as he approached her, his multicolored frame coming into view - flickering in the shadows. His tongue was decorated with fluid talk, much like Isardis' and for a moment she would allow a smirk to dance across her features. ?Perhaps,? would come her answer, as mysterious as she hoped to remain. He was handsome, there was no denying it, and some part of her felt lured to him. Damn the hormones of pregnancy, and the lust that burned deep in her core. ?Is it the search for a beacon of hope in this dark night that brought a wandering soldier into my presence?? If so, you search in the wrong place. Tail would curl about her hips as she took a seat on the cool metal floor of the ship, emerald pools retaining their view of him always. ?speak,? |