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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">once upon a dream</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
<center><i>Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow</i> </center>
Navy strokes brushed amiably throughout the canvas skies with flushes of rosy pink and a playful tints of orange collaged. Clouds sprawled out stretching out for the glittering specks which made the heavens, accompanied by moon maiden mother. The sound of songbirds trilled a soliloquy of of musical instruments passing gossip back and forth. Trees of Willow, Aspen and Redwood stood tall and mighty planted firmly into the grounds as they reached up, up high into the heavens. Leaves were slowly beginning to change, colors of evergreen were beginning to show pigments of enriched oranges and brilliant reds. Breathy wind combed and entangled whimsy fingers within tangible branch and loose strands of silken threads teased by pastel hairs which graced feminine curvatures. White birch-like antlers hooped around delicate ears, crowned delicate skull. Silver blue roses then blossomed beneath right ear ever vivaciously like that of the start of spring. Soft lamenting glow shimmered like pixie dust flitting about like the passing of fireflies on a warm summers eve. <i> A lovely evening indeed</i>.

Small smile placed contently upon pastel lips in the ponderous thought as evening encroached. Nose pointed forward allowing her paws to carry her with no particular destination to travel. Such smile would ebb ever slowly away with her mind amiss, forlorn in the loss to ponderous measure. Another day had passed with little to no excitement to shake up the old. Pastel gaze would shy away from the emptied skies lower to the ground with a sheepish stare. The young Ealith maiden would lose her thoughts to the dull and repetitive, habitual life she'd been living as of late. Get up in the early hours of morning, just as the sun was creeping through the horizon and set off to a highly vegetated field or forest and begin her harvesting of plant and medicinal herbs. Pixie would also restore what ever it was she had taken, and replenish the life of any wilted floral. That would be her day, harvesting and replenishing with currently nothing else to do, unless the need to hunt would tease her stomach.

The small den she'd found to store her findings before using them and making them into medicines for her purposes, was beginning to overflow, making it difficult to come and go and to stock-store properly. She wasn't sure what else to do, other than to find another – a bigger place to move what she carried. But that too seemed nearly impossible. The young maiden sighed softly, shaking her head, as another smile would slowly ebb its way upon her pale lips. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“An answer will come soon enough, I suppose.”</font> she murmured to herself, angelical strings chimed with a luted soliloquy of alto-soprano notes.

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@Israfel
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<i>Heed thy whispers and rest thy weary head</i>; berceuse <i>tunes</i> which pirouetted upon the zephyr which crept across existence, <i>whispering</i> saccharine lullabies of pleasantries and <i>drowsy</i> melodia. Intermingled amidst the supple canticles of twilight descent did branches <i>quiver</i> and wooden flesh <i>moan</i> to the riffling of twisted canopies intertwined in the beseeching romanticism of <i>forlorn lovers</i>. Avian hymns <i>chirped</i> and <i>clicked</i> upon the atmosphere as dusk’s lullaby fell upon the <i>world</i>. Whilst, <i>amiss</i>, <i>amiss</i> was the subtle disturbance which <i>tangoed</i> within the midnight chorus…. <p>

Espadrilles swaddled in <i>pearly</i> exquisiteness, but did waltz in stately <i>rhythm</i> upon the <i>crisp</i> bosom of the earth. Lunula effulgence <i>basked</i> upon the glory of seraphic <i>whimsy</i>; cherubic designs of fallen empyrean artisanship woven unto thy flesh and <i>bone</i>. Vestments sewn of paradisiacal ivory silks, fabrication of gentleman <i>swathed</i> in such refinements, delightful and <i>flocculent</i>. Bodice did <i>dance</i> with tendrils of achromatic fibers to the most tender caress of the zephyr which did lift his entrancing cologne of pomegranate blooms and white musk, to <i>twirl</i> it playfully upon the current of the breeze. Slippers moved as to brush faintly against the world below, <i>gliding</i> like sheets of silks as Midnight Moon did <i>grin</i> to cast radiance upon monarchial garments of <i>divine purity</i>.<p>

Stalwart pillars sewn unto thy virile breast did sojourn such ballet steps as shoulders <i>flexed</i> and rolled upon the backside in the rhythmic oscillation of ocean tides, soft and supple as the ivory garbs which did bask upon thy framework. Nostrils flared faintly, effete pink innards to test perfume which wafted unto him, <i>divulging</i> the presence of effeminate soul. Apostle’s <i>suave</i> and adorned skull did turn towards the direction of which such an aroma did waft, auricles rotating in the direction. <i>Frosted</i> veils did flutter with <i>Papillion</i> motions to <i>caress</i> finely etched cheek bones, arched and masculine against the beguilement of dainty exterior and pigmentations. Optical gemstones of bubblegum, <i>stripped</i> of the immaculate gifts of visionary <i>delights</i> scintillated beneath the luminescent night. Twisted canopies above did cast <i>caracole</i> umbrage upon alabaster artwork, ivory adornments which sprouted forth from the dome cast <i>deepening</i> shadows upon the earth below, as virile bodice did <i>thrum</i> with husky baritone, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Salutations.”</font> crooned the sir.







<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>


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@Pixie
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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">once upon a dream</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
Morning sunrise kissed eyes would gaze no where in particular with such aloofness, imp maiden ever lost in her own ebbing thoughts. She couldn't help but realize just how bored and how redundant and repetitive her life had been as of late. Though her place elsewhere stood with nothing to support. It was only recent which she was getting use to being out on her own without the potential scolding of her mothers tones or the comedic chides her father would have to contradict the womans' words. She'd been with them and her brothers throughout her pup-hood and the beginnings of her adult life until their passings and her brothers hunger for adventure to set them out on their own. She wasn't sure what exactly it was that beckoned her twin brothers to venture out – but if it was anything like this - <i>doing nothing</i> it seemed rather dull and not as adventurous as it may have been made out to be. Pale lips would shy away from the familiar smile and shamelessly cusp a disappointed frown with a light shake of her head. She couldn't cope to comprehend or understand; and all of this <i>nothingness</i> made her feel ever so antsy.

<i>Salutations</i> Husky drawl tremor thrummed within delicate pastel ears causing them to swivel. A voice hummed like the bellowing thrum of a summers storm ebbing through the clouds on a summers eve. Abnormally long tail swayed and flicked carelessly, captured by the voice of another. A stranger face – a fellow Ealith whose canvas remained unnamed and unfamiliar to her gallery of faces. Morning tye-dye gems would turn to see the alabaster male standing several yards from her. His antlers grand as ever like a proud bull among fawns. His features were pale of that of an albino painted with supple rosy-peach pinks. Bashful nature captured the woman as she took a single step back. Shying smile crept upon her friendly face as she dipped her head ever respectfully. Not quite yet had she taken the moment to notice that he was blind. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Good evening to you sir.”</font> her voice hummed like the strumming note of a harp played by angelical choir.

The way he seemed to have held himself bore such regal and royalty – was he someone of importance and yet her ignorance kept her of knowing? His poise was just as handsome like a prince, she'd ponder. Like that of the friend she'd often see on every rare occasion - still everyone was lovely in the young maidens book. Pixie shifted her paws to where they were side by side one another. Just as if she could hear her mother scolding her as how a <i>lady</i> should stand. How that they should be <i>seen</i> and not <i>heard</i> just like children. Soft sigh would escape pale lips in mild frustration – never sure with what to do with herself as of late. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">"Lovely night for a stroll, I think."</Font>

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@Israfel
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<i>Whispering fables and giggling murmurs foretold the coming of midnight faeries</i>; subtle and riveting was the zephyr which coursed across the world, caressing twisted canopies above as they <i>quivered</i> with exaggerated <i>shivers</i>! <i>Humming</i> beneath the tender breeze perhaps did the faerie <i>sing</i>, aria of enchanted <i>raptures</i>, mimicking muffled motif’s of Mother’s Earth’s whispers. Ah, lest’ the soul be untouched by such <i>ravishing</i> melodia; perhaps such fae had sought out his soul in the seclusion of twilight rollicks! Finest of alabaster was melded and <i>shaped</i>, placed upon thy dome of monarchial stature, flicking to and fro in vigilant tango, but <i>enthralled</i> with that of <i>fluttering</i> effeminate coos which did beckon to the most naïve depths of the <i>sir</i>. Nares ever touched with the slightest tincture of salmon pink, flared beneath the lunula effulgence to once more capture the delightful <i>perfume</i> of the woman who would forever be consumed by the darkness of thyself, left to be <i>woven by imaginative prowess</i>. <p>

Supple bubblegum kissers, <i>smooth as silk</i>, were touched by the jovial delight which <i>bubbled</i> within; pirouetted did thy lips, curving upon the edges to construct handsome smile to divulge pearly bayonets, <i>scintillating</i> beneath moonlight. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Ah, indeed it is, <i>mademoiselle</i>.”</font> Mannerisms ingrained within the very soul from a lineage long forgotten. Scapulas <i>flexed</i> as thew rippled upon the spinal column and through the hardy neck as the skull did cant downwards in respectable notations. <font color=#ffb6c1>”M’lday”</font>, murmured he against midnight serenade, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Pardon my manners, as I may boldly introduce myself; I am Israfel Van Orrick.”</font> Framework <i>glided</i> back to its original formation as <i>thick</i> lashes of wintry passions fluttered to brush against highly arched cheek bones, sending domineering umbrage upon thy dapper features! Ever still did captivating smile dance upon his features, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Would it ever be too much to for this Vagabond to inquire for your companionship on such a lovely midnight stroll?”</font> Ivory silks were lifted and <i>swayed</i> against the breeze, ever <i>fragrant</i> with pomegranate blooms and white musk, befitting of the Stag King.


<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>

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@Pixie
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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">once upon a dream</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
It had been some time since the young Ealith maiden had an occurrence with a stranger canvas. She could vaguely remember her previous encounter though it was with the red avian man, a friend of which a name would remain nameless due to the extended time being so out of reach from the rest of the world. Pastel ears would swivel, swoop and caress the birch-like antlers which adorned among the many features the woman had held. Unlike most; where antlers had attached to the crown of the skull; started just beneath her ears and wrapped around them as they extended in stretch and laced in the silkworm threads. Bashful smile cusped pale lips as she mentioned the eve-hour, acknowledging its endeavoring playful youth. She'd been minding her own after a days spent gathering medicinal plants and herbs, Pixie had taken such a moment of an evening stroll to sedate her restless working mind. <i>Ah, indeed it is, mademoiselle.</i> His tenors would thrum casually with formal accord. Morning pastel eyes would blink with inquisition, quiet gaze transfixed upon him; rather taken by such intuitive mannerism. She was not use to such a thing but to her own use.

<i>M'lady.</i> His head would arch forward in formal greet in a nod. Pixie would tilt her head with blank smile still dressing her youthful features. It had taken a moment to come to such conclusion that the man was inevitably blind yet made no fuss or worry over such a <i>disability</i>. It was an intriguing factor: Pixie pondered what his eyes <i>did</i> see. Was it a colorless void – an epitome of nothing? Or did colors mesh and mold with no fine definition of contours and line or shape? <i> Pardon my manners, as I may boldly introduce myself; I am Israfel Van Orrick </i>. Oh how odd and strange it was for the young imp to be addressed so formally, finding no need for the man to go out of his way in doing so. His name would be captured by ear; subtle coo would billow from the woman’s vocals in heightened awe. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Such a lovely name you have, good sir.”</font> Angelical hymn would chime delicately from pale lips. Soft, friendly smile would lace itself upon her facade. Syllables would roll around on her pale silvery tongue as she let the name settle contently and seemed to come so naturally in word. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Pixie Ianthe Primrose is mine to introduce; simply Pixie will suffice.”</font> she chuckled sheepishly. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“No need for formalities.”</font> Which she felt she never did deserve to be addressed so formally. She was of no ones importance.

<i> Would it ever be too much to for this Vagabond to inquire for your companionship on such a lovely midnight stroll? </i> Long tail swayed as if it were to uncurl from its resting place. Her matching pastel nose would twitch lazily. Nervous smile to find its way ebbing and teasing her cheeks. Silvery-blue rosettes blossomed; teased by the single twitch of her right ear to comply. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“It has been some time since I have had the pleasure of sharing social graces with another.”</font> she paused for a moment, hoping she hadn't began to nervous habit of her rambling fits. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“... I would like to take your offer to accompany you this eve.”</font> Gentle footfalls would kiss the loamy soil beneath her toes as she approached him from his left. Pixie wasn't exactly sure if she should have been the one to start a conversation; so ever hesitantly; she remained quiet, to allow him to lead onward.

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@Israfel
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<i>Hearken did angelic lyrics string across existence</i>; blissful canticles, <i>fluttering</i> and effeminate like that of a faerie’s soft coos which befell <i>well-mannered</i> lips of maiden. Pirouetting in eloquent threads did bubblegum lips arise in grandeur schemes of <i>dapper</i> formalities. Such it had been that loneliness had <i>writhed</i> and murmured within the belly of the beast, <i>Cimmerian shade</i> eternally but a plague which blanketed and <i>tortured</i>. Knightly soul and naïve heart <i>beckoned</i> in desperate desolation for the companionship of another; God’s be, had they answered his inner prayers? As subtle lyrics smooth and <i>delightful</i> accepted such a request did insides <i>flutter</i> the slightest with jovial notions which sent an <i>elated</i> graciousness about the seraphic fabrication. <p>

Finely etched diadem set forth upon the dome swiveled, <i>brushing</i> gently against silken ivory adornments which sprung forth from the dome to <i>twist</i> and <i>coil</i> in pietistic composition! Auditory garland captured the soft entrancement of light feet upon the bosom of the <i>crisp</i> earth, moving ever closer to his location. Once more did gentleman cant his head, bowing graciously in the presence of the woman in her acceptance of his inquisition. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Ah,”</font> - husky baritone thrummed with vivacious accords- <font color=#ffb6c1>”<i>Mademoiselle Pixie Ianthe Primrose</i>”</font> Foreign tongue rolled within the jowls of the sir, saccharine hymns spewing forth from <i>cotton candy kissers</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”A pleasure to meet thee.”</font> Crooned the gentleman as pearly espadrilles seemed to simply <i>dance</i> across the earth in ethereal movements, movements languid and relaxed as he began forward. Although alabaster Stag but did favor his left forelimb, evidence of a fresh wound upon thy shoulder and punctures upon the top portion of his neck. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Such a beautiful name,”</font> Once more a grin licked across his features like a dazzling flame of ivory and peach-kissed pinks, <font color=#ffb6c1>”And but do pardon my audacity, but such a beautiful voice as well, m’lady.”</font>



<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>

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@Pixie
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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">once upon a dream</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
Lyrical, <i>harmonizing</i> trill did the evening avian orchestra preform, nestled so contently high into the heavens reach of treetop wonder. Chittering their impish little gossips of too and fro; their gaze shying from the realm of shadows which awaken below amidst the eves of autumn. How <i>exciting</i> it was to find face of anew, stranger from a distance with their own stories to shed with passing word. Her bones were giddy while her nerves quaked with silent thrill; struggling to maintain formal composure and docile accents. Pastel nose would twitch in nostalgia; letting the brush stroke of her gaze sweep carelessly upon the antlered albino man. Small smile remained ever calmly upon her pale features despite his lack of sight – her tone would keep a smile to hear. <i>Ah.</i> the lowly bells would ring with muse with euphoria as the young Ealith submitted her introduction to he; <i> Mademoiselle Pixie Ianthe Primrose. </i> Innocently, the young maiden could feel her face heat with bashful humility. If the woman would; she would have blushed. How he breathed her name so <i>formally</i> - it felt so strange and foreign to the maiden – words were unfathomably absent from her tongue to digress.

<i>A pleasure to meet thee </i> Divinity of words spilled genuinely from his foreign lips. An old soul encased in a body of youth; she thought to herself while she approached to join along side him for their evening waltz. It wasn't until then the young maiden would take note of his favoring of his left forelimb. Silent concern would paint cumbersomely upon her delicate features; only capturing a brief glimpse of this recently-stale injury. His compliment captured her ears, her smile had never left even a worried face. Instead empathy tugged at her chest, yearning to acknowledge any further injury he may have. <i> And but do pardon my audacity, but such a beautiful voice as well, m’lady. </i> Angelic chime would tickle her chords as she giggled with yet another bashful jest. The woman would shake her head, silkworm threads were tossed into the air with their own teasing dance. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Your words are too kind, good sir.”</font> she mused ever sweetly. Her nose would twitch, stung by the faintest scent of aged blood of recent battle. Her patience was slimmed, impatient with her self and her habits as the practicing medicine woman.

<font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Do pardon my forward behavior; but I've come to notice marred flesh.”</font> luted words cooed with a hint of worry as she would then stand before him. Should he allow; Pixie had lifted her paw to touch just beneath his chin to the right, wanting to turn his head to see if she could find a visual of broken skin. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“May I?”</font> Question would beckon so simply – offering her assistance, had hoped.

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<i>Papillion wings</i>; ah, such saccharine rhymes which oscillated in <i>humming</i> melodia upon the wispy midnight <i>breeze</i>! Tender wisps of silken rapture befell effeminate lips, <i>whispered</i> fondly against the very <i>breath</i> of existence. Caress did light foot falls upon the bosom of <i>crisp</i> and <i>drowsy</i> earth, bringing forth <i>imaginary</i> maiden, sweeping in cascading movements like some marvelous fairytale being whose <i>exquistive</i> vestments did drag in <i>romantic</i> ecstasy against the woodland floor! Peach-tinted nostrils, touched with <i>fragile</i> flesh, did flare with the soothing breath of the atmosphere, divulging the <i>syrupy</i> perfume which wafted forth from the capricious woman. Garland of alabaster refinement shifted, flicking and rotating in the direction of which the lady drifted. <p>

Supple and gentle lips of <i>bubble gum delights</i> did lift upwards, curling into genuine smile which displayed pearly bayonets still vaguely stained with vermillion fables of war. In such proximity was it he allowed the woman, a <i>touch</i> but to <i>warm</i> the lonely depths of the beast to send a <i>shiver</i> faintly through the spinal column; such of a warmth had yet been experienced in seemingly a time long past. Faint was the uttered groan which proceeded forth from kissers, like that of a majestic war stallion who but in his divine stature suffered from the <i>fiery pang</i> of colic as sir did turn his cranium with the brush of her dainty slipper. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Indeed.”</font> Murmured the brute, husky baritone to thrum against the twilight berceuse and intermingle against the <i>trill</i> and canticles of excited nightly avian hymns! <font color=#ffb6c1>”Such has my flesh been torn in the prospects of claiming that of a land to construct a kingdom upon…”</font> <p>

Auricles swept backwards momentarily and then returned to their normal position as the gentleman allowed his skull to rotate towards her, dipping downwards so that her paw would but lay against his right cheek, his nostrils flaring as he drew her perfume in;<i> a quizzical stallion</i>. Achromatic lashes of wintry <i>passions</i> as thick as frosted evergreens did flutter briskly to brush against arched cheeks, betwixt did lay cotton candy pools of visionary <i>plague</i> as diadem rotated and focused in her direction, unseeing orbits focused upon her with such fierceness. <font color=#ffb6c1>”And there is no need for apologies…”</font> murmured the genteel beast, husky tones soft and almost <i>sultry</i> as tender touch of the fair maiden did touch foreign naivety of loneliness which did blanket in the midst of everlasting darkness… <font color=#ffb6c1>”You may m’lady…”</font> Another whisper, with lyrics as smooth as <i>honey</i>.




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<font style="text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 7px;">once upon a dream</font></p><div style="border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid; margin-top: 2%; margin-bottom: 2%; padding-top: 2%; padding-bottom: 2%;">
Musical chord of evening cicadas would trill within the background of the eve's nightingale hymns. Bell crickets would be soon to join within the soliloquy of rhythm. Question mingled of the time and how long it would be until the sun would be creeping at the doorsteps of morning-dawn? Attention was, however addressed to to the white lord when tarnished flesh captured her morning-sunrise eyes. Healer instinct tugged nerved strings upon approach, paw would touch the antlered man then, for closer inspecting. <i>Indeed</i>. His voice would murmur, beneath the background of instrumental hymns of nightly canter. Pastel ears would swivel and brush against white birch-like antlers inquiry tugging delicate features. She hardly fathomed to see a man with such composure to be one to dabble in the quarrels of violence. Nevertheless she'd stray from early judgement. <i>Such has my flesh been torn in the prospects of claiming that of a land to construct a kingdom upon…</i> Demeanor riddled with defeat while the man had explained such behavior.

His cheek would lean into her touch, much to her surprise – some how with the expectation of dismissal. She was so use to stubborn behavior from kinship past when she was stuck mending the mild scrapes and bruises her brothers would capture in their daring adventurous play. Small smile still did it ever remain upon sweet lip; quiet nod despite his blind curse. Curiosity then piqued furthermore upon the notion of kingdom claim. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“... Perhaps a place was not meant to be.”</font> she mused coolly, careful not to tread upon tender subject. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“... but to open anew of another, yet discovered.”</font> Trying to find the light of what sounded to be of dismal defeat. Pixie was unable to predict; yet his demeanor indicated a loss of some sort. His blossoming pink gems fell to her – she had noticed, unable to maintain direct contact out of bashful nature, her gaze would downcast and stray from such a stare, almost rather shameful of her direct forwardness.

<i> And there is no need for apologies… </i> his words would continue to capture her ears, causing her to glance be to him with feign uncertainty, still did she ever await for his approval to further investigate these stranger wounds. <i> You may m’lady… </i> The young Ealith couldn't help but giggle so innocently, shaking her head. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“You needn't be so formal with me.”</font> careless tease would jest from her lips. Carefully her paw would brush into the nape of his alabaster hairs, hypothesis concluded the marred-punctured flesh upon his neck and bettering a visual of the wounded shoulder. A luted hum danced from pale lips with a tilt of her head, contemplating how she would go about this procedure. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“I'd like to tend to your wounds, if you will allow me, sir.”</font> she would only offer, never pushing her favor to him. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Should you allow me to, I will need you to find comfort with the ground.”</font> Pixie would pause long enough between each sentence to allow words to soak. Her heart fluttered with excitement, as it had been such a long time since she was able to use her medicines for working purposes instead of just collecting them throughout the day.

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<i>Assurance</i>, ever riddled with effeminate <i>giggles</i>, beckoned forth to the cardiac muscle beating within virile breast. Naïve notions of loneliness <i>forgotten</i> as <i>syrupy</i> coos befell ever <i>wondrous</i> lips, <i>pristine</i> and <i>opulent</i> in their murmured lyrical fathoms to <i>brush</i> and <i>tease</i> enraptured alabaster garland! Nares ever tender and <i>peachy</i> in tincture flared and <i>embraced</i> the <i>tepid</i> perfume which wafted with such potency and <i>proximity</i> of the twilight maiden of <i>everlasting dreams</i>. It was with such that cadaverous man but could find himself in notions of <i>wonder</i> and <i>awe</i> in the most absurd and most <i>delightful</i> of ways… <p>

<i>Quiver</i> did thy branches of the woodland kingdom beneath the subtle <i>teasing</i> fingers of tender zephyr’s caress; ever so did flesh <i>tickle</i> and <i>prick</i> excitedly with the <i>touch</i> of the fairest maiden. Grandeur heat <i>cascaded</i> beneath the tendrils of silken vestments, <i>pure and divine</i>, electrified by the dancing caresses of the faerie woman and her <i>honey soaked hymns</i>. Ever so was it <i>hush</i> blanketed, seeming to <i>suffocate</i> momentarily as but the sir did but <i>listen</i> intently, pondering, falling beneath the spell of her rhythmic heart beat and <i>breathing</i>. Stalwart pillars which did erect the monumental construct of seraphic entity did <i>buckle</i> faintly beneath the as knees bent to <i>kiss</i> the crisp earth beneath, buttocks following languidly like a retiring war stallion to the <i>lush</i> paddocks. As framework embraced the earth was it auricles swept forth, brushing against achromatic adornments which sprung forth from the handsome skull, focusing upon the maiden. <p>

<font color= #ffb6c1>”Such intelligent words from such an intelligent lady.”</font> cooed cherubic sir, smile pulling fondly at edges of bubble gum tinted lips. <font color= #ffb6c1>”And do pardon my tongue, but I am but a gentleman at heart.”</font> He teased fondly, grin widening although the pain which slipped through his fabrication <i>bit</i> with a vengeful <i>spite</i>. Bodice thrummed softly with the canticle of the heart, ever <i>lonely</i>, yet such spell <i>shattered</i> with the songs of this maiden…





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