Fight Like Your Gods and Monsters
Fayelon loved the wondrous excitement she got when adventuring across misty mountains and grassy moorlands, just pure serenity if you'd ask her. She smiled softly, turning her dome in the direction the wind carried whispering notes of her name. Yes, the ebony femme surely had a sense of adventure -- didn't everyone? But her's was something far more extreme and divine, having tested her luck quite a few times with hazardous landscapes just to spark her raging satisfaction of getting her blood pumping and feeling the rush of adrenaline igniting a flame in her vessel. Why of course! I absolutely relish in it. It soothes my troubled mind and calms my demons. The world is a mysterious being, breath taking in its beauty and the wonders it holds never ceases to amaze me.
The Greek tunes played off her tongue like a flowing waterbank, loving how they sounded so queenly and angelic in her own auricles. She'd turn to glance up at Terrae, wondering silently what he was thinking. After what seemed like a life time she stood, shook her temple and began to carry herself along the shoreline of the Obsidian Beach. Breathing in all its lovely odors of fresh sea salt and the strong smell of pine oak in the air. She sighed heavily, lost in the aftermath of her thoughts, drawn in my temptation as she slowly was led down the bank. Looking over her shoulder every now and then to see if the God was either following or still positioned where they last shared flesh-to-flesh contact. Her sense for exploration was starting to revive itself and work its way to her appendages, setting her course further ahead towards what looked like a cavern. Calling directly over her scapula at Terrae. Hey, for someone who likes adventure then show me some fun! She halted at the entrance of the cave, grinning from ear-to-ear and her tail twitched from side to side as she awaited his waltz towards her.
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