06-13-2015, 08:26 AM
Master has said to femme to be more amenable. So femme would start. Fatale adores the glittering gemstones in the topography and didn't want to leave. Raven beauty dances across the dunes, flints pounding a crescendo. The golden globe in the heavens blistering her skin. She beats to a cadence, the femme, all to her own beat. She dances in her world. Sashaying hips like an exotic dancer, lithe appendages skittering across the loam. Azure orbs scrutinise the layout and find the iron speckled maiden. Audits flick stop her diadem and femme calls as she dances over.
Blue..
Femme did not know what else to call her. Wench would get her thrown. Anything else would gave femmes head on the block. Audits stay dead atop her cranium as she serenades a soft song.
I want to call a truce. We have the same master, we share the same land. Come spring our foals will be kin.
Femme nickers and dances closer to blue star.
I know I've been harsh. Forgive me? I will try more. It's hard. To adjust.
Blue..
Femme did not know what else to call her. Wench would get her thrown. Anything else would gave femmes head on the block. Audits stay dead atop her cranium as she serenades a soft song.
I want to call a truce. We have the same master, we share the same land. Come spring our foals will be kin.
Femme nickers and dances closer to blue star.
I know I've been harsh. Forgive me? I will try more. It's hard. To adjust.