01-26-2016, 02:30 AM
Ebony daggers dig deep into th' soft terrain, kicking up chunks of debris behind 'im. Th' handsome hellion trots t'wards th' trio, 'is banner raised and paperthin-nares flaring wide to inhale their scents. It is not like 'im t' approach so quietly, 'owever, and being a brute o' the general n'er-do-well variety 'e whinnies loudly t' startle th' other brujos t' remind them o' their place. "'Lo," 'e says, bowing 'is head low. 'E lifts 'is labia and gently plucks a cerulean rose from th' topography with 'is ivory incisors to give to the femme fatale.
Dropping it at th' fair maiden's dagger's, 'e whickers softly to the damsel Dreams of Jupiter. "M'lady, ye are the most beau'iful creature I 'ave e'er seen."
Dropping it at th' fair maiden's dagger's, 'e whickers softly to the damsel Dreams of Jupiter. "M'lady, ye are the most beau'iful creature I 'ave e'er seen."