07-26-2018, 08:40 AM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
The gold-gifted male grins at his new companion, as she lets the flames go out on some parts. ”My own trait’s really only useful in summer, I believe.” he tells her, a bit of a pity in his voice. Generating cold really wasn’t much of use in the middle of winter, after all.
His tail swings, catching some light with a metallic gleam, and he dares another step forward. She’s pretty enough - right now, for a man already on his personal road of ruin, that is most certainly enough. ”So, what is it that gets your fires burning?” he asks - a metaphor, or, if she is the literal type, perhaps there is an interesting answer also. He is on the dangerous path, a slippery one, to do with her what he does to all pretty girls whom he encounters alone; attract them, shake their knees, practically use them, but the next day he is already forgotten what they looked like.
It can’t go on forever, but it’s better than the alternative.
His tail swings, catching some light with a metallic gleam, and he dares another step forward. She’s pretty enough - right now, for a man already on his personal road of ruin, that is most certainly enough. ”So, what is it that gets your fires burning?” he asks - a metaphor, or, if she is the literal type, perhaps there is an interesting answer also. He is on the dangerous path, a slippery one, to do with her what he does to all pretty girls whom he encounters alone; attract them, shake their knees, practically use them, but the next day he is already forgotten what they looked like.
It can’t go on forever, but it’s better than the alternative.
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Marmalade]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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