Mangrove Tidepools
Her head turned, hips swaying as she turned every so slightly to take in this newcomer. His purring voice speaking so much with so little. Oh, the Rift might have presented her with the perfect accomplish. She offered a coy smile in return to his own. The shadows beneath her shuttered, wavering as the other came near. Something was certainly different about this one, to have the shadows themselves react to his presence. Her purple gaze never glanced back at the fish, her eyes were only for this stranger. "I've never found much joy in toying with fish." She said. "They're not ones to cry out or show much of anything, and what fun is that?"
"No, they merely serve as a distraction as I consider how best to go about toying with another." Her lips pulled back in a mischievous smile, her head angling towards him chin titled ever so slightly. "And what brings you to these pools? Hoping to torment the minnows?" Her voice was like silk. Her tail flicked and had he been closer she would have brushed it against his hind leg. But he had yet to come nearer. This was fine with her, she could weave her web from here.
Though the sense that filled her told her that this stallion did not need much convincing to make the lives of other miserable. He just had that air about him. They way he walked, the words he spoke, the manner in which they rolled off of his tongue. Oh yes. The Rift had gifted her with a viable candidate. One she could not have hoped for. Or so it seemed. "Or do you seek a more, entertaining way to pass the time?"
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"No, they merely serve as a distraction as I consider how best to go about toying with another." Her lips pulled back in a mischievous smile, her head angling towards him chin titled ever so slightly. "And what brings you to these pools? Hoping to torment the minnows?" Her voice was like silk. Her tail flicked and had he been closer she would have brushed it against his hind leg. But he had yet to come nearer. This was fine with her, she could weave her web from here.
Though the sense that filled her told her that this stallion did not need much convincing to make the lives of other miserable. He just had that air about him. They way he walked, the words he spoke, the manner in which they rolled off of his tongue. Oh yes. The Rift had gifted her with a viable candidate. One she could not have hoped for. Or so it seemed. "Or do you seek a more, entertaining way to pass the time?"
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The moon bathes her in love
the stars kiss her skin
and the shadows bow at her feet.
As the sun looks on with jealousy.
the stars kiss her skin
and the shadows bow at her feet.
As the sun looks on with jealousy.
K'yarie
@Arioch
Oh gosh K'yarie. >>
