Devotion
01-20-2014, 07:47 PM
His sons were growing, and having returned to their mother with the fresh kill of a snow hare, it seemed he wasn?t allowed the moment of admiration he so regularly craved for; leaving the kill at the entrance for his queen before yielding to Liberty like a beast well-trained, though pulled purely by his curiosity and naught expectations. Thinned snow light, cool against the coral contours of elegant toes, moving as if contactless and excused by gravity, a ghoul of supernatural measures. Liberty was ambitious, the cravings to be wanted obvious even to a man who failed loosely in the department of understanding physiology. A demon he was, vicious when it was needed and endlessly relentless day by day. But on approach he would not seem as such, purposely moving towards the charcoal from behind, running his right shoulder against her covered ribs, his cheeks sliding half-heartedly down her left shoulder. |
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