I WAS A HEAVY HEART TO CARRY
06-11-2013, 02:21 PM
This place was so barren, so empty, so boring. What the hell was she supposed to do in a place like this, so wide and open and empty and dry? Already sand had found its way in her dark fur, winding uncomfortably into her pelt and making the siren itch. Medusa was not certain why her legs had brought her here, but she had needed to wander. Wandering took away the thoughts, the fear, everything. It made her focus upon her surroundings and not upon the memories that kept popping up within her pretty head. Nonetheless, it also posed a bit of danger. For instance, she now found herself in the middle of a desert, black pelt attracting all the heat the day had to offer. Panting, the harlot reclined, relaxing and hoping that the respite would give her some relief. She would return to Ludicael in a matter of time, but for now she was content where so was. Even though it was uncomfortable, it felt better than the slight squeeze in her chest whenever she laid her eyes upon the now-tame russet leader. The midnight-colored woman feared that she had lost her, but she did not know why that ached in the slightest. What was a conquest to her? She?d had so many in her past, and yet this one she could not shake. With a sigh she would relax, hoping to clear her mind of absolutely everything. |
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