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Lets dance, baby



Motif I

Somnium

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
-
posts
461
player
Glacier
10-26-2014, 10:11 PM

The saucy creature would make her way further and further into the strange and intoxicating lands of the South, each step brought her more excitement, more hope for what this land might beheld. She was already deeply in love with this place, with its new and shiny lands and its wolves.. oh, its wolves, that stood taller then she who wasn't a short beast in her home, whose coats where a black fire and a cool misty ice, who wore bands about their bodies and held flashing yellow eyes. She needed to see more of these beasts, she needed to explore and find and feel. She had not realised how much Abaven had been a cage to her, she was a butterfly that had for so long now been incapable of spreading her long, delicate wings. Spread them now she did however, spread them long and far and stretch out to each corner of freedom she longed for. She longed for the touch of a man, one beautiful and fair, one exotic and different.



She was not so encompassed in her thoughts and desires that she didn't catch the scent of another creature. The wind was in her favour, blowing light, sweet tendrils her way of the scent of a stranger. Its scent was vaguely familiar in that it resembled the wolf she had left behind and she found herself heading towards it, she needed to see this creature to know if he was as beautiful as the other boy of this land that she had met. She would find his sleeping form beside a waterfall, as the last boy had been a halo of darkness and moonlight this would be one of soft water spray and warm golden light. His tones where richer, but he still boosted the shades of silvers as had the other. She found herself creeping closer, longing to see the tones of his eyes, to see him stand and discover what his fill height would be at. She held her breath as she moved close enough, so close she could reach forth her head and swipe a lick across his features, taste him and see if he was as sweet as he looked ? she kept this fantasy, and her tongue, to herself ? Instead she sat there, with but a small distance between them, and looked at him, this strange sleeping boy.