Nighttime Madness
04-26-2014, 08:52 PM
it would seem this girl, despite her slow awaking was not totally oblivious to the powers of her beauty, nor to disjointed to muster up the ability to use them. Her eyes would lower over lashes, and her gaze would creep up to him. There was something and sweet in the gesture, despite the slight fluttering she offered his way. He was caught in that movement, in those strange swirling eyes. She did not answer him immediately, and he was forced to wait, to remain in his crouched position just above her, to take in her lovely, dazed eyes and to watch as she reformed her position. To movement of her tail, the slow tug of its form against the earth would also draw his eyes, taking his attention from her features for a moment. He watched, mesmerised, that slow movement of that gorgeous extremity. Damn, she was a fine creature. Finally, her voice would slip through in softly singing tones, a far cry from the sounds of the night and in comparison the calls of owls was a rough voice in the darkness. No, this girl far outshone her surroundings and he marvelled at his luck in finding her. Her thoughts also seemed to follow this path, for she thanked him for watching over her. ?My dear, it was my pleasure. I get great entertainment from watching girls sleep? It was said, as most of his jokes where, in a serious tone, but disillusioned by the dancing of his eyes and the light upturning of one lip as he appraised her, this Othello in her white beauty. "My sounds""My Soul" |
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