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09-25-2014, 02:49 PM
Moon caressed her skin, as always, as her figure ghosted between the jutting shapes of magnificent crystals, completely translucent with cracked reflections. Many of the facets of the hexagonal stones acted as mirrors, but some were simply see-through. A lush purr would sound from splayed lips as amethysts swept across the facets of the crystals, a scar on her neck having become visible. Absently, she would move her shoulder forward, and a lock of fur would fall over it, concealing the flaw. It was healed now, but it had been a mark of war when it had been given to her. Her banner would wave behind her silver icon, pure seduction falling from her. Perhaps it was finally time she could begin to weave her way into the faulty hearts of the many naive natives of Alacritia. All but one, whom she could chose to spare her virginity with. Amethyst gems would flash between the facets of the crystals, her icon reflected in millions of places amongst the cliffs. She swore that some reflections moved or had a silvery eye, but she disregarded it as simple cracks in the crystals and her own plots in the process of making. |
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