06-11-2015, 02:13 PM
...stygian audits twist atop diadem, reverberations flood the atmosphere, familiarity in them. Willowy appendages rise and fall across loam with grace. sounds of the master ring within femme’s pysche and she comes to his call. raven tresses fall across arched nape as ashen flints crescendo the topography in a frenetic cadence. femme does not sashay hips or wiggle sinews deep within her pelt, she is quieter now. femme gets the impression her master did not enjoy her escapades of nastiness. this was after all a dark herd? or was the femme fatale mistaken? ...
...raven beauty crosses the threshold, the dunes rolling beneath errant flints as it brings her closer to her master. his alabaster pelt shines gloss in the myriad rays of the shining globe within the heavens. azure orbs sctunirize from a distance at first. femme’s plume glides flirtatiously over her haunches as she sifts over the dunes beneath. a song slips from velveteens, an icy siren’s song. ...
Master. You rang?
...raven beauty crosses the threshold, the dunes rolling beneath errant flints as it brings her closer to her master. his alabaster pelt shines gloss in the myriad rays of the shining globe within the heavens. azure orbs sctunirize from a distance at first. femme’s plume glides flirtatiously over her haunches as she sifts over the dunes beneath. a song slips from velveteens, an icy siren’s song. ...
Master. You rang?