the haunting hour
05-27-2014, 05:31 PM
The woman had no clue what she was doing there, in the fucking desert. The German Goddess stopped around upon a dune with a horrid look upon her muzzle. Her lips were formed into a crappy scowl. Her paws burned with each step. Why had she come here? First the swamp and now the desert. How lovely. The older woman was beginning to grow tired of her unexpected journies through lands. This is why old woman get brittle and annoyed. They get tired of adventuring and stay inside their caves for all of eternity. With each step she could see more green, which gave her hope. But the horrible sun beat down on her ebony back, which made it only 10 times worse. She huffed and puffed with each annoying step. She only hoped she would get out as soon as she could. Bathe in a lake or something. Then find a nice, COOL, cave to sleep in. Thoughts of relaxation made her put a little more pep in her step. Her tail was high and her eyes were squinted from the sun. The Finnvi would look up to the sky and shout words many would not be able to decipher. "fick dich, fick dich, fick dich! Warum ich? Warum ausgerechnet ich! Fick!" WORDS HERE |
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