Drinks
04-28-2013, 12:58 AM
Desdemona would drink her fill, coat of ivory glistening in the afternoon sun. Her two toned gaze, one onyx and one crimson bore into the water, but her ears swung forward, muscles tensed and ready should that dame spring. She was already ready, she trusted no one. Save Demonio. The words, smooth and neat would reach her ears, and she lifted her massive cranium, her hind legs bending to plop her rump near the waters edge. Perhaps a conversation was just what she needed. It tis. It makes the water seem inviting. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking too? My name is Desdemona." The lyrics would fall flat, emotionless, toneless, such was her nature. She did not openly display her emotions. Her face was a painted mask of indifference. Speech, |