PURITY RING
02-24-2014, 05:55 PM
She is divine, silvered pelt gliding beneath the fading beam of a luminous summer eve?; the low globe still searing holes of unpleasant destruction beneath his pores, shifting only minutely to shield his pale skin with the body of a towering rock. Weaving fingers of ivory would plead for craved attention to her duo-toned gaze, feeling lightly disappointed by the destroyed regularity of her once symmetrical appeal. Regardless, she was a curvaceous demand to his masculinity, an unknowingly wicked plead for his sensual attentions. And yet beautiful women were not few and far between to a man who sought no less, she was no entity of exclusive satisfaction; though any a wise King would treat her as such. ?And welcome to leadership, Madam Splendor,? his lips would twitch with a rising folly, bemused by the events that would surely plead to unfold within her future, ?It is only those who have soared the thrashing storms of Alacritis? warfare that may come with both warning and luck.? Of course, he was making a brittle suggestion towards himself, however slyly. Squared upon all fours, he would take a daring step towards her, as if sending her scented boundaries splintering out beneath his touch. However, seclusion was short lived, and perhaps the King?s confidence would be lightly wavered by the arrival of both man and woman. A fizzle of laughter would rumble only within the pipes if his throat, restrained, pale lashes guiding his ruby gaze towards the small woman who spoke so boldly out of turn, ?So quick to judge me a gentleman, little russet? It was once a wise follower who allowed her leader to handle the hazard of lucid strangers.? It should have been no less than frowned upon, the man holding little interest for a jagged tongue that flicked when not asked for, ruby globes returning to the tantalizing imagery of The Rock Gardens usurper, ?Isardis Armada, King of Glaciem.? |