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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Claiming with New Romantics
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    New Romantics

    Her smokey white body, tensed as his barrel mad contact with the blackened point of her hip. To her own surprise, the young seductress was strongly seduced by his idea of returning to his herd land and, willingly followed in his steps. 

    Her lobes swiveling as they walked in silence, the dead air floating around them like a potent musk, "Must you be so quiet?" She spoke tenderly. Her charcoal hips swaying as she gracefully moved in step with the brute, her azure iris's found a hint of gold within the horizon. Returning her temptress gaze upon the stallion she hailed another question, "Or, must I make conversation with myself?" She added in a playful tone.

    Breaking into a gentle trot, the silver mare shot ahead of the stallion. Her silver, and black streaked tail whisped behind her like an elegant banner of grace. Skipping across the golden encrusted horizon, she found a place more than classified as paradise. A Deer herd skittered across a golden field, as if welcoming the pair forwards. Vocals of songbirds called about, creating joyous songs in their arrival to the herd land. "It's Gorgeous." She spoke with an attracting hint added onto her words. 

    Her attention remained upon her new homeland, until she heard the footsteps of Phaedrus to follow towards her hind. Shifting her body towards him, she spoke in a seducing whisper, "So, what shall we do now?" Her darkened cat eye markings, caused her eyes to become more distinct. And her affect on the seduction of men heightened. Batting her silver eyelashes she waited for him to answer in his deep voice. Whatever would happen, her affection towards him would be dulled if he tried to indulge the young girl in the thrawl of sex.  

    Heartbreak Is The National Anthem



    Messages In This Thread
    Claiming with New Romantics - by Phaedrus - 01-10-2016, 08:30 PM
    RE: Claiming with New Romantics - by New Romantics - 01-10-2016, 11:26 PM
    RE: Claiming with New Romantics - by Phaedrus - 01-12-2016, 09:38 PM
    RE: Claiming with New Romantics - by Phaedrus - 01-17-2016, 12:34 PM



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