I'm not proud of my address
02-25-2014, 05:22 PM
It was happening. Already plans had been set in motion, Basilisk had been given his instructions and they would meet again soon. Her mind worked day and night, she scoured the lands looking for those in search of home, or those who were merely unlikely enough to cross paths with her. But there was one man in particular that she wanted. Their previous meetings had been cut painfully short. They had yet to spend any quality time together. Demyan. She was on the hunt for her brother. She had much to discuss with him. She had found her way into a forest that smelled so sweetly, it was sickening. She had grown impatient of searching for him and coming up with nothing. Silver crown would fling back, jaws parting to let a call rip from her lungs. Her silver mass lingered just outside the skirts of the orchard, not wanting to venture any further in and be suffocated. Her thick plume would twitch at her hocks impatiently, she still needed to find her daughter and speak with her. Their future was shifting rapidly and there would be no stopping the silver temptress. Long limbs carried her back and forth, pacing restlessly. Audits twitched, listening for any possible signs that her brother had heard her and would be approaching soon. Dark jaws clenched and unclenched as muscles rolled beneath her pelt, barely controlled power emanated from her, coral gems blazed with impatience and a desire that was only for her brother. Talk like this |
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