12-08-2015, 10:45 PM
She knows he is dead and gone. How many years had passed? Six? Sixty? Six hundred? Had his dead mind rotted and holed by the nightmares that he caused on earth? The once mighty king now forgotten and caved underhoof by the living but Zezyl (though somewhere between alive and being dead herself) has not forgotten him. Days when he had given up the throne to be a herd stallion and she was one of his first companions. Her lust was insatiable for him but they burned too brightly. Zezyl disappeared and now she felt ashamed. He had slipped away. Moved along. She had been forgotten but she allowed it to happen but she did regret she did not pursue the old tundra king. They could have had one hell of a time. But Zezyl feels compelled to pay her respects to the old flame. She knows nothing will amount to this but perhaps this one last little love letter. Dark pools drift over the barren lands. She can almost feel ole Crossy watching her with those red, red eyes. Sigh "Sorry, you beautiful bastard. I'm sorry we didn't get to know one another better." The silver painted woman speak in low velvet wrapped tones. Cool honeycomb pools sweep the land as she utters the words. It was the least she could do to finally say goodbye. *zezyl |
((got all nostalgically when i read the old dadamayanti board when zez finally brought her sassy ass to him...this was like circa 2008 lol so if you ever bring cross back, zezyl is down to rekindle))