cola with the burnt-out taste

The woman was a yearling and a half. She was small, but she was confident as hell. Her body was that of a Goddess, but she was a Goddess, right? Her pelt was a lovely mix of bright whites and lovely creams and tans. Those eyes could be compared to the sky, but they were better. With each powerful step was a flick of that long tail. Her hips moved with such perfection she was basically a mating call in itself. Yet, she was not a whore. She would never be a whore. But, Frejya was the master of pleasure and temptation. She knew how to get anyone all hot and bothered with just a flutter of those luxurious lashes.

The woman continued down the moore before a harsh sentence was heard. Usually the woman would pass by peasants and leave them be but she thought this one was odd. The lovely lady slithered to the scene with a little smile. She had quite a bit of pep in her step. Those blue pools flicked around until she heard the lyrics of her brother, Baldur. Freyja had always liked him. The woman slipped closer to them until they came into view. She watched the black and white man and then looked to her kin. She dipped down into a wonderful bow before letting out a soft coo. "My brother.. How glorious to see you here.." The woman then looked to the odd worm upon the ground. "Hello there.." The golden lady slipped to Baldur's side, she let her tail flick at his in the most innocent of ways.