05-02-2019, 04:02 PM
Shortly after she closed her eyes listening to what the canyons had to say Nimue felt a presence fill a space she thought had been empty. The air seemed to move, pushing and pulling as another stepped near.
Why the sweet smile? came a voice. Nimue's smile quivered with unexpected energy as she took in the powerful undertone from her male encounter. Eyes still closed she cocked her ears towards the stallion taking in his scent and mentally placing him in her memory. She liked to appreciate things for what they were on a physical level before a visual level.
Her smile became crooked, Shhhh, the canyons are telling me their story. Can't you hear them? she inquired as a breeze broke between her ears tossing her thick waves and tickling the bridge of her nose. Turning her head she cracked a glassy blue eye open just enough to take in the cremello stallion standing before her through her long lashes, she could feel his sultry black shadows curling along her legs, tickling the underside of her wings.
She let his amber topaz eyes take her in, the gentle womanly slopes of her body, the way the cool air pulled at her long wavy tresses. After a minute she opened her eyes, intent on taking in every inch of the cremello before her. She moved seductively slow to settle beside the stallion, not knowing if he cared to have his personal space taken but his inky blackness was calling to her deepest desires of things she had never considered. Tell me you can hear them. Everything has a story, everything has the desire to whisper into the void hoping someone will hear.
Why the sweet smile? came a voice. Nimue's smile quivered with unexpected energy as she took in the powerful undertone from her male encounter. Eyes still closed she cocked her ears towards the stallion taking in his scent and mentally placing him in her memory. She liked to appreciate things for what they were on a physical level before a visual level.
Her smile became crooked, Shhhh, the canyons are telling me their story. Can't you hear them? she inquired as a breeze broke between her ears tossing her thick waves and tickling the bridge of her nose. Turning her head she cracked a glassy blue eye open just enough to take in the cremello stallion standing before her through her long lashes, she could feel his sultry black shadows curling along her legs, tickling the underside of her wings.
She let his amber topaz eyes take her in, the gentle womanly slopes of her body, the way the cool air pulled at her long wavy tresses. After a minute she opened her eyes, intent on taking in every inch of the cremello before her. She moved seductively slow to settle beside the stallion, not knowing if he cared to have his personal space taken but his inky blackness was calling to her deepest desires of things she had never considered. Tell me you can hear them. Everything has a story, everything has the desire to whisper into the void hoping someone will hear.
Lady of the Lake Sky
Nimue Isolde
@[litotes]