Mean Street

N/A · 01-27-2014, 08:33 PM

It was with an ideal false precision the mature vulpess would weave amidst the loose foliage, lured so helplessly by the weeping colognes of several family members. A wide river would twist with aspiring fingers, coiling its life-giving body amidst the sloping terrain of The South; firestone gaze light upon it?s surface as the woman would marvel silently at the vast array of fish life. The meeting had been brief, their reunion distracted by Hati?s wounded body. Hardly preferable as Eyfura would pause beneath an early-morning sun, caramel physique illuminated by a swathing vision of golden liquid. A short summon would lure them to her, a bark, stern and boasting of her attempted leadership; a craving of domination the 38? babe was so infamous for.

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