Is it sick of me to need control of you?
She missed him. The golden girl had been out and about, exploring the lands and seeking her siblings, but now she was home and she needed her brothers.
Her strides are languid and every step oozes sex and control. She had filled out and grown up, long legs, delicate frame, and doe eyes. Enough to make anybody come crawling but there was only one on her mind. A violet feather still lay against her neck, tangled in the base of her mane. The only token of affection she would ever carry.
Little Nicia is still a princess, still a goddess among men, and now she has the striking looks to go with the attitude. Which was good, things had grown so stagnant after all. She spots the mothers as she descends into the tranquil little cove they all call home. Making a beeline towards the iron effigy of her father, she plants a tender kiss on it's nose before calling out to her siblings to see who's still home.
Her voice rings out like a bell, strong and sweet and demanding. She has no doubt that they will show, after all, she wills it.
"Brothers! I'm home!"
nicia