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<i>Composition</i> of paradisiacal artisanship frolics in serene strokes of jovial cerulean, <i>dappled</i> by <i>drowsy</i> nimbus, <i>creamy</i> and sumptuous within the canvas of the skyline. Whilst nectarous zephyr <i>coos</i> like an inamorato intoning in wassail echoes across the landscape; an ever <i>slithering</i> psalm which danced amid the swaying blades of verdant meadow grasses. Amidst <i>chanting</i> plains of profuse and ever delightful verdure was intertwined <i>syrupy</i> chirps and twitters; avian murmurs forth from the welkin above, as liberated as the unruly heart! Lovely chorus tangoed, pressing itself against the distant trickle of crystalline fluid that doth cut through the bosom of the earth, to <i>feed life</i>... <p>


Ah, serendipity did culminate in enchanting notes! Constructed forth from the vault of the heavens; plump and adroit fingers did weave majestic tapestries of <i>purity</i>. Ivory <i>bone</i> and <i>tendon</i> intertwine in the amorous fabrications of forlorn lovers asunder, sculpting ever vigorous framework. Vestments of lucid alabaster silks bestowed with seraphic vestige, thrown about the physique and <i>sewn</i> unto <i>flesh</i>; finesse were such eidolic movements which sent supple <i>scintillating</i> waves of sinew beneath raiment as espadrilles slid across the earth below. Effulgence paraded upon rolling backside of the creature, the <i>warmth</i> caressing with such tenderness as to claim, such luminescence provoking lustrous gleam to <i>shimmer</i> across eloquent <i>sir</i>. Diadem finely crafted of alabaster flicked and rotated upon sovereign dome as thick <i>wintry</i> lashes the tincture of <i>crisp</i> snowfall cast deepening penumbra upon arched and masculine features; whilst beneath <i>fluttering</i> of astonishing lashes do sit in hollowed orbits the oculars of bubblegum pink, encasing diminutive pools of milky white. <p>

Forelimbs sewn unto virile breast, outstretched and limber, did but sojourn swiftness of stride; duplex paintbrushes of ivory lassoed unto the buttocks wavered in oscillating motions as if <i>savoring</i> the earth of which the creation sauntered. Tongue <i>danced</i> with a naturalistic <i>lust</i> behind cotton candy lips, thick like <i>sand</i> as the rushing chorus of water before him drove the cerebrum to insanity. Neck rippled with thew, bending as kissers parted for thy appendage to leapt outwards and draw water down the esophagus, wetting the chin as grandiose adornments which sprung upwards in <i>kingly</i> proclamations from the skull did cast imperious umbrage before him as the aristocratic sir quenched his thirst.






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The gods had drawn her west this time, almost every day she drifted to the east and visited the swamps and the forest along that side of the lake. She liked the swamps, liked the east but now the west was calling. Acinus was a fairly new territory, or at least one she hadn’t explored in a long time. She had crossed the river almost effortlessly, coming to stand within the fairly open land and stare blankly. Sharp eyes seemed to stare forward unblinking and for once her jaws would remain shut as she stood. She had grown up here… How long had it been since she had come here? Something in her chest tightened… What was that… Massive tail was held completely still though the metal bands would slowly coil and shift through her fur as if holding a mind of their own. Though the band that was coiled tight along the top of her throat just below her chin would remain completely still. It would forever been the mark of her rank whether or not she ever did officially claim a pack. She was a witch after all…

A sound would alert her to the presence of another followed by a scent, head would lift slowly and lower jaw would part. Almost instinctually sonar pings would begin to flow from throat, bringing back to her a clear painting of the land around her. Metal bands would tighten around her tail as she slowly turned her gaze towards him. Scent would identify him as male, aura would tell her that he was fairly calm, sounds would tell her that he was drinking… Slowly he would walk towards him, a eerie silence following her as she seemed to absorb the sound of anything that touched her. Slowly she would reach out with her mind to touch his. <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>’Hello…’</em></font> She would offer a soft simple greeting as she moved to come stand a few feet away.

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<i>Sericeous</i> kissers rapturously stroked in satin folds of sublime <i>fuchsia</i> but scintillate within the effulgence of the luminescence which did strew tepid fingers across the landscape, to <i>gloss</i> the portrait of existence. Moistened lips seemed but to <i>glitter</i> with serene luster as the man’s <i>scorching</i> thirst had been quenched, salmon tongue <i>dancing</i> there upon the surface as to destroy the presence of liquid, alas, such endeavors were but folly! Beads of crystalline liquid <i>dripped</i> from the chin to <i>cascade</i> upon the surface of the river ,which <i>sliced</i> it’s path through the bosom of the earth like some ethereal <i>vein</i>, perfecting diminutive ripples upon such a surface.  Auricles erect upon the handsomely etched cranium seemed to twist and <i>pirouette</i> with a curious fervor with the <i>prickle</i> of modulation upon the distance. A wariness slid forth into the clutches of the soul in haste as lithe and aristocratic skull did curve to one side, audits flickering with the gracious impression of <i>hummingbird</i> wings; like the supple <i>melting</i> of winter’s harsh grasp did the sounds divulge unto auditory canals to beseech his utmost attention. Ah, and how <i>hushed</i> the movement had been, stealthy and  <i>occult</i>, if he himself had not been stripped of the wealth of vision or trained in that of the auditory senses, perhaps such would have gone unnoticed… <p>
 
 
Greetings <i>flitted</i>, yet it was not upon the breeze in that of an echo, but articulations which sauntered with feminen notes through the cerebrum, <i>infiltrating</i>. Perhaps insanity had claimed the genteel creation so soon? Or perhaps it was something more… Glacial lashes thick and <i>sumptuous</i> -beguiling of masculinity yet <i>ravishing</i>- flickered faintly, betwixt ivory lashes were carved into the skull the bubblegum gemstones that seemed to stare into an oblivion, <i>all seeing</i>. Saccharine was the zephyr which rippled across the landscape, the subtle <i>whispers</i> of prairie grasses declaring it’s amorous arrival! In such was it the tender caress of the air itself seem to be a <i>longing</i> mistress of the sir, forever disclosing clandestine fables and architecture of the world; tendrils of ivory silks were lifted, <i>brushed</i>, and twisted ‘tween unseen fingers to waft his cologne of exotic grapefruit blossom and white musk. Ah, and divulge did his mistress wind as nostrils flared to receive the <i>perfume</i> of the woman which had but reached out to the very depths of his mind in salutations! Thew rippled through the neck as it was outstretched, nares enlarging as he tested the air, drawing in the unfamiliar aroma like that of a resplendent <i>stallion</i>. Fading did the supple caress of the wind so that the swaying grasses but did lay in silence, the man allowing his neck to return to normalcy as espadrilles shifted upon the earth to bring him a few feet closer, twin tails whipping behind to test the patches of the world about and fabricate a map within thy memory. Sojourn did stalwart pillars beneath as auricles flicked forward, attentive and aware, <i>focused</i> upon the woman he could not see but <i>feel</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Salutations.”</font>  Spoke he.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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