07-07-2015, 03:41 PM
.::femme does not dance anymore. Flints strike terra firma with elegant crescendo but scarred appendages do not sashay like they used to. Diadem tilts and watches as her smoky black son trudges beside her. The thick forests harder for his young daggers. Azure blues scan the topography with meaningful glares. This is her new home. The sunset femme had said of the chamber. Fatale has followed and gone separate ways.
Nares flare and drink the air. Burnt. Everything is burnt. ::.
.:: the wall was tiring on chsos. His little daggers clumsily dragging across the topography. Velveteens nip at his rump enticing him onward until the vast expanse declines before them. Audits flit stop finely curved diadem. She does not wail like a banshee. But she calls, vocal chords vibrating. Her ebony bodice slinky on the shadows as she chases her son back on the beaten track. ::,
Nares flare and drink the air. Burnt. Everything is burnt. ::.
.:: the wall was tiring on chsos. His little daggers clumsily dragging across the topography. Velveteens nip at his rump enticing him onward until the vast expanse declines before them. Audits flit stop finely curved diadem. She does not wail like a banshee. But she calls, vocal chords vibrating. Her ebony bodice slinky on the shadows as she chases her son back on the beaten track. ::,