05-29-2015, 03:15 PM
..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Lucid bodice follows the alabaster master, close and obediently. The femme would please him, she would make certain she would be remembered in his eyes. Cerulean pools examine him, every inch of his ghostly tower. Sinews were strong, eyes twinkled with electric dreams. Femme twists a smirk upon her velvets as she follows closely to him. through the umbra and growth from the herdless area to the beautiful cliffside. Gemstone Ridge. Ruby reds, emerald greens, sapphire blues, they even shone through the tainted white of snow. Beautiful now, the fatale wondered how glorious it would be in the height of summer. the wind plucking at her midnight tresses as she stood atop the ridge, with her master.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
She nickers, a soft noise from her velvets. nasal passages flaring, breathing in the saline taint of the sea far down the depths below. she kicked a stone with a flint, watched as it fell, laughed as it struck the ground with a plop. Femme looks at her master with dazzling cerulean orbs and she smiles.
Beautiful
She lips at the air, velvets pulling at the scent, as her nape arches and she nips gently at his tresses, pulling herself closer to him she gazes out the topography. By the sound of him, Nier did not have any other here. She was his first and it swelled within her, a sense of gratification. she nudged him again and blew a breath between her lips.
And it's all yours.
She laughs a serenade, like a siren sitting on the beach she dances for him. appendages twisting beneath her she sashays to the left, to the right, her plume snapping at her haunches in time with her movements. Graceful. beautiful, she arches her willowy nape and she then snakes closer to him. Wanting the closeness. it's cold up here in the wind. she'd much prefer to be in the confines of a cavern. out of the window. getting to know her master better.
Tell me about you. Master Nier. I want to know everything.
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Lucid bodice follows the alabaster master, close and obediently. The femme would please him, she would make certain she would be remembered in his eyes. Cerulean pools examine him, every inch of his ghostly tower. Sinews were strong, eyes twinkled with electric dreams. Femme twists a smirk upon her velvets as she follows closely to him. through the umbra and growth from the herdless area to the beautiful cliffside. Gemstone Ridge. Ruby reds, emerald greens, sapphire blues, they even shone through the tainted white of snow. Beautiful now, the fatale wondered how glorious it would be in the height of summer. the wind plucking at her midnight tresses as she stood atop the ridge, with her master.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
She nickers, a soft noise from her velvets. nasal passages flaring, breathing in the saline taint of the sea far down the depths below. she kicked a stone with a flint, watched as it fell, laughed as it struck the ground with a plop. Femme looks at her master with dazzling cerulean orbs and she smiles.
Beautiful
She lips at the air, velvets pulling at the scent, as her nape arches and she nips gently at his tresses, pulling herself closer to him she gazes out the topography. By the sound of him, Nier did not have any other here. She was his first and it swelled within her, a sense of gratification. she nudged him again and blew a breath between her lips.
And it's all yours.
She laughs a serenade, like a siren sitting on the beach she dances for him. appendages twisting beneath her she sashays to the left, to the right, her plume snapping at her haunches in time with her movements. Graceful. beautiful, she arches her willowy nape and she then snakes closer to him. Wanting the closeness. it's cold up here in the wind. she'd much prefer to be in the confines of a cavern. out of the window. getting to know her master better.
Tell me about you. Master Nier. I want to know everything.
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..