06-02-2015, 01:37 PM
Ebonite femme took refuge in stalagmite cove. Cold kissing her pelt, pain tainting femmes insides. Foolish ideations took her pysche. Tumbling down ledges made her ugly. Bruised and scarlet appendages. Femme limped now on fores, no longer could the exotic princess sashay and dance. Femme had lost her bargaining chip with the terra firna, lost the keen eye of the master. He had promised her things. She's do anything, everything for him and now she's not seen him at all. Ebon princess sashays, tries to dance towards the meadow, the emerald blades of spring growing lush beneath her flints.
Fatale went down. Gracefully at first and the fell to her side where femme stayed, unmoving. Her nasal passages flaring rapidly. Audits pinned against diadem. She breathed and then called him, called anyone. She felt broken. The beautiful Arabian with broken knees and spirit. What use was she to him now? Femme wanted to give him sons s plenty. Strong blood for a line to continue. She wanted to please him, anything for her master. But she's enraged him and fatale has not seen him since.
Fatale went down. Gracefully at first and the fell to her side where femme stayed, unmoving. Her nasal passages flaring rapidly. Audits pinned against diadem. She breathed and then called him, called anyone. She felt broken. The beautiful Arabian with broken knees and spirit. What use was she to him now? Femme wanted to give him sons s plenty. Strong blood for a line to continue. She wanted to please him, anything for her master. But she's enraged him and fatale has not seen him since.