07-21-2015, 04:31 PM
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Femme slinks through Umbra. Feral curtains of ebonite sways against nape. Arched appendages dance across the topography. Diadem suspends aloft as audits tower and listen to the songs of the forest. Moist loam cakes flint not like the sandy shoals of gemstone ridge. Fatale memorized background. Oceanfront and spray clung to ebony bodice. Now femme stinks of burning. Chaos was around. He was growing, femme was unbiased with her pride. He coped well with one eye. Ebony femme exits the trunks, rough bark against her barrel. Femme enters the empty clearing. She wondered where the other residents were. It seemed awfully lonesome that femme wondered if she shouldn't have left the ridge. Neir was nowhere and blue was somewhere. Femme was here dancing through the Chamber by the nights song. we are the f a l l e n angels |