WHISKEY IS MY HOLY WATER
12-09-2013, 09:38 PM
Emerald forests drowned within the perfect falling of violet skies, a heaven so low the angels would beam upon the creeping form of perfection so faultless, a sweetheart so divine. Waltzing with a grace far greater than nature?s ballet, the dark babe would saunter as the glowing jewel she so effortlessly recognised herself to be. Loosely upon the tail of her possessive siblings scent, the celestial banshee would ease slender curves between the rising stalks of a lamb?s towered forest, quickly gathering sights upon the events that unfolded. A tiny gasp would fall from elegant jaws, silver gaze widening as dense tail would begin to wag behind quarters with a rising excitement; swan-like stilts reaching forth to unwisely stroll back and forth before the young male Vyvienne had captured. ?Oooh, this one is so pretty!? feminine tones so high-pitched and blossomed they seemed almost unreal, ?What does he do? Can we play with him?? daringly ivory-etched snout would reach forth, quivering an an effort to catch his scent. |