05-30-2015, 11:15 AM
Femme fatale lurked upon the borders. Raven bodice stark against the porcelain backdrop. Femme had wandered every inch of Gemstone Ridge in her master's absence, she found it much to her delight. Twin peaks turn atop Arabic diadem, hearing Flint falling, she has company. Beautiful femme steps out from cliff edge umbra, cerulean orbs narrowing upon new visitations. She had been left alone for hours now, she wondered where her master had gotten. So it seems he has been a bit of a busybody.
Flints churn the earth as femme dances over, exotic hips swaying in their own rhythm, flint falls matching in perfect accord. Diadem drops in mutual respect to the femme who steps the boundary of the harem. The lady looks out for the silver winged stud but he is nowhere to be seen. She grunts in protest, shaking Raven tresses in mock intolerance.
What have we here, fresh meat?
Singsong soprano slips from velveteens as she stalks closer like a burdensome shadow. Azure orbs eying up the potential enemy of her masters affection. Obsidian plume strikes at her haunches
I am BrokenStar.
Femme lowers maw to the very lowest of the topography and smiles a saccharine candy grin.
I see Master Nier has found another companion... He is handsome, no?
Brazen vocals coax the timid femme out of her shell. The raven hued goddess would not bite, she would watch and study her competition, who was a scrawny little thing. But had bright eyes. Perhaps the femme was no enemy. Perhaps she was a harem mate, a friend....
Has he misplaced us already?
Femme looks out the cliffs and finds no sign of her master.
Flints churn the earth as femme dances over, exotic hips swaying in their own rhythm, flint falls matching in perfect accord. Diadem drops in mutual respect to the femme who steps the boundary of the harem. The lady looks out for the silver winged stud but he is nowhere to be seen. She grunts in protest, shaking Raven tresses in mock intolerance.
What have we here, fresh meat?
Singsong soprano slips from velveteens as she stalks closer like a burdensome shadow. Azure orbs eying up the potential enemy of her masters affection. Obsidian plume strikes at her haunches
I am BrokenStar.
Femme lowers maw to the very lowest of the topography and smiles a saccharine candy grin.
I see Master Nier has found another companion... He is handsome, no?
Brazen vocals coax the timid femme out of her shell. The raven hued goddess would not bite, she would watch and study her competition, who was a scrawny little thing. But had bright eyes. Perhaps the femme was no enemy. Perhaps she was a harem mate, a friend....
Has he misplaced us already?
Femme looks out the cliffs and finds no sign of her master.