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<i>Metamorphosis</i>; hearken did time <i>cry</i>, as but the bosom of the earth seemingly <i>wilted</i> with sorrowful repose. Ivory frost did blanket the world, <i>passionate</i> in its nipping <i>kiss</i> as pigmentation did <i>drain</i> with such drowsiness, <i>achromatic</i> did it all become. Lest’ did the eternal <i>curse</i> of the sightless mock the flitting change of the seasons, to be recognized by that of mere colors was not so, but by that of <i>touch</i> and <i>scent</i>. Amidst the swaying guardians of the <i>frozen woodland</i> swathed in <i>enchanting</i> ivory would the melodious <i>song</i> ring aloud, to vibrate against the bitterly frozen bark of the trees and <i>stir</i> the arctic air which did sit within itself, <i>shivering</i>. Forth from bubble gum lips, delightful, and silken in their splendorous architecture did baritone hum against the zephyr which <i>tickled</i> the wilted and remaining leaves from their mothers protective clutches… <p>
 
Melodious hymn would <i>tango</i> and <i>warm</i> the air with the very notes of which spilt forth from gentleman’s kissers; deep and throaty baritone but soothing and changed to but the saccharine quality of fresh honey and morning dew. Ah, and <i>shiver</i> did twisted and <i>hibernating</i> canopies, as forth from between the crevices of intertwined branches and remnants of foliage did mid-day effulgence <i>sprinkle</i> upon the <i>crisp</i> earth below to <i>weave</i> and pirouette with fairytale splendor! With <i>hushed</i> caresses did tunes die from the daylight atmosphere, sir’s chin tilting downwards as monarchial dome lowered with the motion, garland of alabaster to rotate and <i>flick</i> about the cranium in analytical motions; duplex tails woven to the hardy buttocks would sway to and fro, up and down, <i>licking</i> the earth as the Stag stood beneath the umbrage of the woodland shadows, shards of luminescence playing upon ever thickened vestments of alabaster. <p>
 
Veils of frost would flutter around thy orbits of cotton candy pools as sinew would twitch beneath the thick and warm winter garments. Once more it seemed loneliness had but crept upon his very soul, yet it fluttered through his senses like the loss of a treasure. Skull would cant to the left, auricles swiveling as fragile peach nares would flare, catching upon the breeze the sensual scent of freshly fallen snow and the dwindling perfume of winter roses. Pearly slippers would urge the behmouth gentleman a few paces forward, leaving but the massive details of his tracks within the frosted earth. Thew would ripple with the propelling motion and then the swift sojourn of movement as once more auricles would flick about and nares would taste at the atmosphere. What was it he sought? Confusion would muddle the insides with only vague uncertainty. Fairytale maiden… was what he sought…. For the syrupy canticles to sooth thy weary ears and bones, to enlighten thy intellect and beseech companionship. Once more would the gentleman’s neck outstretch, head tilting ever slightly as his song rang true, low, and with such splendor over the land which was but now his…



 
 
 
 
 
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<p><img src="http://i61.tinypic.com/2mct5pt.jpg" style="float: left; border-radius: 300px 300px 300px 300px; "> Winter-scape masterpiece dressed the landscape with a veil of mother natures own personal touch of <i>magic.</i> Virgin snow remained untouched by paw or talon. Coating <i>naked</i> barren titans who stood so tall – once proudly filled with leaves of evergreen. Icicles hung in a tapestry fashion along the trees, dressed upon rock which overhung one another in small wall or mounds. Luted hum would escape from the threshold of tender lips. Betwixt a melodious hum to canter with wintery ensemble – quieted noise of straying avian who kept close to their nests, huddled together as one to share the heat beneath their feathers. Several days had since passed when the young Ealith maiden had encountered the alabaster king. Her medicinal knowledge had proved fruitful upon her assessment and his jovial acclamation to offer her a place to aide in the construction of his kingdom. Oh what haste the young woman murmured with quick response – issuing her rights and <i>loyalty</i> to him. Shaman woman still rattled with worry and concern with such <i>newness</i> still upon the start of a life in pack grounds which had never been a path she'd walk before.

His words would still ring so clear in her fretting thoughts – mistakes will happen and there will be times in which we fall – but – we get right back up. It would be a learning experience. Shoulders would rise and fall, tye-dye colored maiden would sigh so haplessly in the attempts to push aside the wary tugs her mind would fondle. Her place in the Tantus would become a home; Pixie had taken the time to gather the herbs and medicines which had been made and collected and transport them into a <i>new</i> sheltering den she had since claimed. The days were growing ever shorter as the sun-beast lord would soon be whisked away with swift movement and moon-maiden lune would soon be claiming the thrones of evening skies. Morning-dawn eyes would cast upward to the heavens, small smile dressed contently upon pale lips. Misted puffs would billow carelessly in leisure breath – a fine moment to capture a break from her tasks and take a walk.

Baritone song would dance tangibly upon the heavens, her name beckoned within its symphonic measure causing her ears to brush forward against birch-like antlers. Confusion would settle wry upon her features as she turned her head with a careful tilt of inquiry. His majesty called upon her presence; with a single summon. Lithe, tender paws would shift in motion, pads would sink into the cold icy bed as she set foot in casual sprinting stride. In search of the blind man. Her chest would tug with indifference, fretful to leave him without his sight to guide him. She pondered of the wounds which marred his skin, and the game of twenty questions would begin to pile within her little head. Finally her sights would set upon him, her nerves would settle comfortably as she came to a slowing halt. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“You compose a lovely tune.”</font> her voice would but muse with gentle jest as she neared the white king. Nose would reach out to <i>touch</i> his cheek in warm greet, to inform him of her place where she stood by him. Quietly her eyes would sketch out his outline, searching for any stray wound or torn flesh; healer instincts settled strongly through her veins.

<font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“What ails you, good sir?”</font> her voice would flute with angelical cords, a hymnal choir chimed melodious tune. Her demeanor was calm, yet her words would ache with concern. </p>
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<i>Splendid tremors</i> did reduce thy cardiac muscle sheltered within virile bodice to <i>shambles</i>; merely the subtle and <i>succulent</i> aroma of winter roses did grasp the gentleman’s attention. Cranium of cherubic fastening would hastily be directed in the vicinity of which such perfume wafted, peachy nostrils flaring as seraphic wreath adorning the lobes of the skull would flick forth; splendid stallion did stand on high, silent and patient as the breath of dawn. <i>Crunching</i> and <i>pitter-patter</i> of soft fallen slippers upon frosted bosom of the earth did grow ever <i>closer</i>; behemoth’s lungs seemingly ceased to function as the breath was but caught within thy breast momentarily. With the approach the simplistic fibers woven unto his frame seemed to <i>outreach</i> and the warmth of her petite frame would extend outwards so that such warmth could be felt. Syrupy canticles befell maiden’s lips, <i>lullabies to thy weary bones</i>, causing sir’s tender lips to curl upwards and expose pearly bayonets in a grin; as such feature appeared on his face was it the chest deflated and tendrils of smog were released from exhaling nares. <p>

<i>Tepid</i> was the fine caress upon cheek as <i>hushed</i> lyrics seemed to flit away upon the nippy zephyr. All at once the man had found himself caught in the entrapment of such whimsical notions; muscles bowed and knees softly <i>creaked</i> in the quieted of the wood, as the Stag leaned in towards the tenderness landed upon his cheek. Auricles stood erect upon the brute, nares containing to spew smog like that of some chimerical beast of lore! <i>A dragon among wolves</i>. Baritone <i>thrummed</i> and <i>trilled</i> within the chiseled breast of the man as lips parted like silken sheets pulled apart, <font color=#ffb6c1>”You flatter me Mademoiselle Pixie…”</font> Faint was the chuckle which escaped him, puffs of heat emitted in shaky rhythms as he chortled softly at her remark. Breathlessly was it thew rippled within the handsome neck as it was outstretched, nose <i>seeking</i> to brush against her own cheek as pearly slippers would urge him a few steps closer to tower over the maiden, heat curling about their midst. It plagued him ever so, the feeling that flitted inside him like some trapped avian creature, yet he could not find the words to express. <font color=#ffb6c1>”There is no ailment…”</font> whispered he, <i>hushed</i> lyrics playing with the sincere splendor of a pianist as he would again seek to bump her gently against the snout with his own nose. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Perhaps the lack of your lovely company ails me.”</font> once more a smile played upon handsome features, veils of frosted ivory flicking as bubble gum orbits scintillated beneath the daylight which danced through the crevices of the canopies above.




 
 
 
 
 
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<p><img src="http://i61.tinypic.com/2mct5pt.jpg" style="float: left; border-radius: 300px 300px 300px 300px; "> Not a tarnishing mark had marked his features allowing the young Ealith maiden to sigh with reprieve of well being. Her heart would flutter with knowledge that her medicinal remedies seemed to have done the trick; his walking stature was upright without a limp to brandish his stride. The sound of avian creatures sang their melodious tunes of wintry bantering gossips shared between beak and peck. Pastel ears would swivel and brush lazily against her birch-like antlers as she kept her attention to her king as she greeted him. Complimentary of the song he tuned to beckon she. Curiosities tugged and rattled her brain with the game of twenty questions still yet only a smile would seemed to have found his albino kissers in reply. <I> You flatter me Mademoiselle Pixie… </i> His voice would rumble in a soft, warming chuckle yet hearty with life. Her long tail would sway casually within the snowbanks; his own pink nose managed to find her cheek as he would inch soon after ever closer to the young faerie maiden. Heat would radiate from either being in shared space. Whisking away such a bitter bite of winters tug. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Concern fondles my chest.”</font> she mused apologetically – uncertain of such terminology used upon her. Casual smile sculpted her features with a careless flick of her ear which would brush against her birch-like antler.

<i> There is no ailment.</i> He would then whisper in lowly murmur. Her nerves would settle comfortably with reassurance yet still quizzical upon the beckon to summon her. His nose would touch against hers, confusion marred her face; oh so confused upon such amorous display. Yet her heart would flutter as she looked to the man yearning for answers. Sun danced high into the heavens opposing such wintry landscape below in hopes to offer what warmth that could be given. Blanket of snow would glitter in reflection of each little ice crystal that rested beneath their toes. <i> Perhaps the lack of your lovely company ails me.</i> Admittance would come from his bubblegum lips, Pixie searching for his blind gaze, a smile once again finding her own features. Her shoulders would roll back in a laxing state; cherub giggle flitted so innocently from her breath as she shook her head. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Should you ever need the company, my availability is open for you, good king.”</font> Her head would tip ever so slightly to the right, long tail swayed at her hocks in amiable stride.

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<i>Perplexing coyness</i>; banter of ever <i>bashful</i> entanglements which sprang forth from the concord of wintry caresses, yet perplexing in their <i>warming</i> touch! Ah, and hearken did most saccharine of beckoning as cherubic canticles crafted into the formation of dearest <i>chortle</i> did befall chimerical maiden’s lips in supple waves which whimsically seemed to flit about the <i>crisp</i> atmosphere. With such was it bubble gum kissers of gentleman but were tugged upwards, left corner rising higher than the other as garland of alabaster flicked forth upon monarchial dome highlighted by ivory adornments which reached forth to the heavens above! Virile bodice did seem to thrum softly to the refinement of effeminate lyrics which did but <i>calm</i> and wash over the most naïve and untouched, <i>unfamiliarity</i> fabricated into <i>reality</i>. Duplex tails lassoed behind highly set buttocks, thick and hardy, did twist and sweep against the frosted bosom of the earth softly as the man dropped his skull downwards softly as peach tinted nares inhaled the perfume of the fairytale maid, <i>heat</i> swirling forth from their proximity, melting the thin layers of arctic touches upon the world beneath their sophisticated slippers. <p>

Boldly, <i>once more</i> cotton candy nose would outreach to softly brush just behind the maiden’s right ear (assuming he is on her right?). Such complexities did it reveal; a creature of touch, whose universe revolved by that of the softest of touches. With such was it the Stag King was fond of the pleasantries of company, but were such touches to distinguish the proximity of his fairest companion..? Or were they but something <i>more</i>…? Once more the breast did clench faintly with the <i>thrum</i> of cardiac muscle which was ever affected by the <i>perfume</i> of arctic roses and <i>sweetest</i> hums as well as the conversation. Yet still fastened upon handsome features did smile prance with eloquence and amity, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Once more you flatter me m’lady.”</font> Shoulders flexed and rolled as he allowed his side to move closer to the woman, achromatic vestments thickened for the ailments of the winter months to come; a comforting warmth to fight against the <i>nip</i> of the <i>chill</i>, which he wished to share. <font color=#ffb6c1>”And how are you mademoiselle Pixie? How is your reserve of medicinal herbs these days?”</font> Wintry lashes fluttered like the frosted branches of the mammoth pines which stood as guardians above the landscape as bayonets beneath supple kissers glistened with the ballet of effulgence which rained down from the canopies above; smile seemed to widen even more so.





 
 
 
 
 
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<p><img src="http://i61.tinypic.com/2mct5pt.jpg" style="float: left; border-radius: 300px 300px 300px 300px; "> Such a warming smile to touch upon his own pale lips would bring a comforting ease to faerie maiden shoulders. Tangible silkworm threading intricately tangled within antlers would dance with lazy motion, tugged by natures breath of homely breeze. Winter dust would ample through, tugged by mother of creation, as if to coyly scoff a whimsy notion. Pale lips of young Ealith woman would slip innocently of her offering of her company should his majesty ever yearn for it. As she enjoyed his presence and knowledgeable conversation to pass time. Soft muted pink nose had touched with a single brush stroke just behind her right ear. Duo auditory receptors would quiver haplessly upon such touch with amiable thanks. Pixie could <i>feel</i> her chest flutter so suddenly she had questioned such a strangeness in which she was unable to comprehend. Yet the fluttering movement rushed with a comforting <i>warmth.</i>. She repressed, letting such tide ebb without question – despite her aching to do so. Gaze would once more find themselves fixed upon the stag king in light of their conversation. <i> Once more you flatter me m’lady. </i> Pixie couldn't help but chime an innocent laugh, shaking her head; <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Oh but I digress good sir.”</font> she would muse with jesting, harmless tease. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“...I believe flattery escapes your tongue.”</font> Long pastel tail would sway from side to side, sweeping against snow-bitten grounds.

Shoulders would brush together, capturing a hint of heat between either being as they started their leisure walk. Tender smile kept with pleasant grace upon the maiden's pale lips, ears would brush against birch-like antlers absently in stride. <i> And how are you mademoiselle Pixie? </i> Ears would fling forward, upon his question. Head would tilt to the side, to acknowledge him as she pondered his words. <i> How is your reserve of medicinal herbs these days? </i> Soft hum would sigh contently from silver-blue kissers; <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Considerably well, I believe.”</font> she answered modestly. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“My tasks have been accomplished for the day as far as gathering and shifting goes, I'll have to go in search of some Allheal in the morning.”</font> she hummed. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“I have a plethora of it in stock, but I'd like to consider should the amount be enough to get through later in the season.”</font> Pixie had spent the entirety of her day with her nose in the ground between moving plants from one place to another since her stay in Tantus. She was pleased with the work ethics she had accomplished for the day between the hunting and gathering plants method. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“I was considering perhaps when the kingdom grows in population of starting lessons of sorts for those interested in the healing arts.”</font> endearing smile graced her lips as she glanced to her majesty with silent pause, pondering if he would approve of such an idea. </p>
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<i>Caressing tides</i>; ah, but empyrean were such supple <i>hums</i> which slid with the sultry spice of silken sheets billowing like forlorn lovers amid the <i>breeze</i>. Tingling sensations would tip-toe with clever and <i>formidable</i> force upon thy very <i>soul</i>; seraphic garland whisked forth upon monarchial dome to saccharine canticles which befell chimerical maiden’s lips. <i>Hushed</i> brushes of lyrical perfection to simplify the very universe as tunes and melodia but did tango within thy acoustic crown! Epitome of <i>amenity</i> was unlocked within cardiac muscle treasured within virile bodice; <i>throbbing</i> against thy breast did mortal cherishment pulse in faltering rhythm to the simplistic <i>coo</i> of woman’s <i>lips</i>. <p>

Refined slippers but crafted of <i>pearl</i> and <i>ivory</i> would slide against the bosom of the earth, ethereal in <i>blinded</i> movements as the tendrils of heat which arose from his companion’s framework and her <i>subtle</i> foot fall upon the same earth led him forth in their leisure stroll. Still, amidst the <i>crisp</i> and <i>nipping</i> atmosphere, fresh and serene did the perfume of arctic roses intermingle with the most <i>potent</i> of <i>spells</i>. Fragile peach nares would inhale sharply to follow the aroma before him, enjoying the repose of which it brought to his eternal workings. Handsome smile splayed across features in shinning delights, as baritone began to thrum within breast <font color=#ffb6c1>”What a magnificent idea.”</font> would muse the serene Stag, auricles flicking forth upon the dome. <font color=#ffb6c1>”The art of healing is one meant for teaching; food for thought!”</font>, he would chuckle softly in jovial notion.<p>

Scapulas would flex and roll like wintry tides upon frozen sea, thew and <i>bone</i> oscillating with regal movements. Gait would lessen softly as the composure of beast was stirred, something with the naïve depths, limbs sojourning in their stroll to plant roots upon frosted earth… Sinew rippled amid the massive pillars which carried cherubic design of the sir, slippers side stepping the man like that of a dressage stallion; enchanting and <i>silent</i>. Once more his left side would sway to but bridge the divide between them to press against her right side. Amid the eternal darkness which petrified hope and <i>snuffed</i> out happiness was it the faintest glimmer of light did twinkle in the distance; angelic savior sewn from the tantalizing chords of faerie like voice and the pleasurable perfume which forever would cling to thy nostrils. Loneliness had driven the once vagabond’s soul to seek the comfort of <i>touch</i> in a world so cold and unwelcoming for a creature whose eternity would play upon the feel of the world about him. Beast moved closer, prompted by some unknown force within, chin tucking faintly as he lowered his head closer to her own. Plumes of <i>tepid</i> breath escaped forth from nares and bubblegum lips which had parted; smog would softly outreach to caress the effeminate curves of the maiden’s face as baritone <i>rumbled</i> with the most <i>faint</i> of tunes within the thick breast. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Perhaps this lowly soul shall accompany you upon your travels and searching on the ‘morrow…”</font> he would seem to coo in affectionate tones as muzzle would seek to press against her cheek and bury itself within the confines of silken garments there. Wintry lashes, achromatic and thick would flutter softly downwards to withdrawal the sightless orbits from the universe, <font color=#ffb6c1>”If you shall wish for such company… <i>m’lady</i>..”</font> Lashes would languidly flutter open as but more plumes of heat would escape enchanting lips to caress her features; Pomegranate blooms and white musk intermingled with the sensual perfume of winter roses..






 
 
 
 
 
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<p><img src="http://i61.tinypic.com/2mct5pt.jpg" style="float: left; border-radius: 300px 300px 300px 300px; "> There would be little Pixie felt she was able to do – little she <i>knew</i>. Yet living within Tantus, aiding in developing of his kingdom she would learn something new every step of the way. Since she had been meandering about on her own for a while, collecting her herbs and restocking medications for future endeavors, the thought-concept of some sort of class-day of lessons for young hearts would strike her mind. Would it be a useful approach? She had wondered, uncertain if the remote idea would sound with the king. <i>What a magnificent idea.</i> His voice would canter with a euphoric thrum of appraise. Her ears would twitch, to brush against her birch-like antlers as a smile would ease upon pale lips of reprieve. The utterance of his delight would simmer from his breasts as he seemed pleased with her ideals. Expressionists smile would gleam with shimmering <i>delight</i> upon his appraisal and approval. Nerves were settled as she feared the concept may have come off foolish. Her mother had once told her that imagination was a terrible concept to dawdle on – that imagination would lead to <i>ideas</i> and she'd have none of such silly, preposterous things. <i> The art of healing is one meant for teaching; food for thought! </i> Pixie would giggle in feat of his own coy laughter. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Oh, I'm so grateful to know such an idea meets to satisfaction.”</font> she would chime with cherubic measure. Her long tail would brush casually at her heels, carelessly teasing his duo in playful stride.

Casual banter would stifle back and forth between the duo in a contenting waltz. Young faerie maiden would <i>soak</i> every moment shared between follow friend and king. Pale lips kept a calming, endearing smile as she would continue of her work throughout the days, mentioning what she would need to find in a later search and the medicines she had been mixing and making to store for later use. Wintry breeze would kiss with chilling bite causing flesh to shiver beneath silken hairs. Warmth would soon collide to her right as the stag-king but brushed against her as if to offer what warmth he could provide. Confusion would ebb upon angelic speckled features as she simply accepted such a gift. What strange beating her heart would <i>drum</i> in racing feat. Lo' if young maiden could blush with cherry, she would – yet know not <i>why</i>. Blind was a man of touch, was he, pastel gems would close as her quivering bones would cease once more from biting chill. <i> Perhaps this lowly soul shall accompany you upon your travels and searching on the ‘morrow… </i> Tender smile never faded from her pale lips. Breath would shiver by gentle touch of his nose which pressed upon cheek

<i> If you shall wish for such company… m’lady.. </i> Lowly hum would coo from her breath in caressing response. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Your presence brings only its finest, your grace.”</font> Pixie would turn as she carefully would lean into him with comforting welcome. Nose would turn to his – to press against as swirling breath would mingle upon their faces. Morning pastel gems would gaze admirably to her king; ears folding contently against antlers. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Do not belittle yourself, so – good King.”</font> she would hum with cooling <i>warmth</i>. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Your company is always welcome.”</font> </p>
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<i>Enchantments</i>; entangled voodoo to <i>bewitch</i> and <i>beseech</i> the most naïve and tender depths of thy soul! Seraphic garland softly shifted, leaning forth upon monarchial dome and <i>brushing</i> ever faintly like artistic strokes against ivory adornments which sprung forth from the plated dome and reached towards the heavens! <i>Heat</i> coiled and <i>swarmed</i>, sweeping and <i>waltzing</i> as to ebb in waves of <i>mist</i> amid their intermingled frames; allegorical in their <i>affairs</i>. Tender was but the sincere touch of nose upon nose, Stag’s nares flaring ever faintly to inhale the <i>closeness</i> and rejoice in the perfume which wafted from maiden’s fragile skin and <i>silken</i> garments. Great plumes of heat arose from the depths of peach tincture nostrils, such tendrils seemed <i>chimerical</i> as they <i>twisted</i> and <i>caressed</i> with subtle touches of <i>warmth</i> upon effeminate curves and structures of the woman’s features. <p>

Passing moments enveloped their entanglement, as monarchial sir allowed but a <i>blanket</i> of tranquil <i>hush</i> to <i>swaddle</i> like a precious <i>babe</i>. Duplex tails woven to the backside with refined design did softly twist and <i>twirl</i> to flick and <i>kiss</i> playfully at the heels of the maiden and to entice her own appendage. Frosted lashes like <i>frozen</i> birch branches did flick, brushing against handsomely arched cheek bones as chin gently lifted, causing his nose to bump against her own and thy muzzle to tenderly nuzzle into her cheek. <i>Absurd</i> was the <i>throbbing</i> of virile bodice as cardiac muscle seemed to <i>flutter</i> and <i>thrash</i> like a caged hummingbird beating it’s gracious wings against the bars of a cage… Was it but more then loneliness which plagued him so…? Or was it this <i>woman</i>? It was a contradiction of internal trepidation and the feeling of <i>falling</i>, as was it the remarkable feeling of <i>comfort</i> and <i>belonging</i>. <p>

Subtle sigh would escape the gentleman, head tilting so that their magnificent antlers would softly <i>click</i>, cheek now resting against her own, yet he seemed to make no movement in returning her space, and for what reason he could not understand…. Delicate hums and <i>canticles</i> seeped unto his very <i>bones</i>, making him <i>weak</i> to his core. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Mademoiselle…”</font> He seemed to coo faintly, auricles twitching upon the skull as smog continued to be emitted from the depths of nostrils and orifice of jaws. <font color=#ffb6c1>”It brings me great pleasure to know my presence but is welcomed among your own…”</font> Once more grandeur lashes would flutter and muzzle continued to move so that nose nuzzled beneath her jaw tenderly and moved to her cheek. <font color=#ffb6c1>”As your presence but brings but repose and comfort to myself…”</font> for reasons he could still not understand… baritone shuddered within hardy breast as the breeze coiled through achromatic vestments, <font color=#ffb6c1>”As your perfume is delightful as well…”</font> Smile would play across bubblegum lips in delicate waves before lashes fluttered incoherently, swiftly, as if <i>understanding</i>. <p>

It was then with the affections of himself, and all that he could do but to remove his muzzle from her delicate face and to relinquish the bridge that molded their frames together. Was it but too much? Perhaps he was invading her, <i>pushing</i> himself upon her. Indeed a grown man he was and in the delights of her company he had found his heart to beat with such joyous intoxication that perhaps it was <i>more</i> then a friendliness which caused such happenings. Infatuation, or did it dive unto his core farther than such? Wreath flattened against the dome as the bitter cold nipped at him, tone hushed as baritone shook his chest. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Forgive me m’lady…”</font> he would murmur, yet in the depths his heart still fluttered with such a yearning to be <i>close</i>; the eternal darkness curled around him, leaving him as lonely as ever with the maiden of his deepest desires before him. Had he been too brash? Yet he wondered… if her tolerance had stemmed forth from his position as King… or if it was all so much more…







 
 
 
 
 
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<p><img src="http://i61.tinypic.com/2mct5pt.jpg" style="float: left; border-radius: 300px 300px 300px 300px; "> Perplexity did paint such delicate curvatures upon speckled cheeks, inquiry would harp morning-dawn gems in fathomless question of such mannerism. Oh but why need he ask such granted permission to accompany her within the thresholds of familiar knowledge and learnings in sharing arts? Pastel ears did brush quietly against birch antlers adorned in sinew silkworm glow-strings. Silver-blue roses would bloom, still so vivaciously despite the biting chill that would spiral so tangibly within warmth exchanged by the Ealith duo. Her heart would but flutter like the wings of small avian creature or butterfly insect, trapped within glass only meant to be gazed upon display. Twin tails would tease and beckon her own with playing jest, to intertwine entanglement – bemused young faerie maiden would allow such play like that of a mother to watch her own young tarry onward in jovial game. His would would find hers once again with tender bump, nuzzling comfort buried within cheek. <i>How strange</i> such actions came to be – yet she would not tarnish such moments, with warmth entangled upon her being by his touch. He was near, heart beating with a euphoria of <i>life </i> which brought settlement to Shaman-maidens' nerves. His touch indicated live-movement as he sought for she- and question not but to accept. Oh but could it be <i>more</i>? her heart did question, unable to comprehend such <i>strangeness</i> she knew not.

Antlers gingerly clicked with one another, branch-like appendages would snag intentionally with one another, warmth of his cheek against her own initiated his sighing of contented ease. <i>Mademoiselle...</i> he did only yet to whisper in baritone coo. Soft emanating gaze would shift to to look even though his eyes could not see. Warming <i>hum</i> would acknowledge his beginnings as she responded with humble tune. <i> It brings me great pleasure to know my presence but is welcomed among your own… </i> Shying, bashful smile would ebb upon pale lips, words were stolen from lips – uncertain how to respond to such endearing prompt. Pale pink nose had touched beneath her jawline and traced upon her cheek, breath would touch hotly from his lips to her skin sending a becoming <i>chill</i> of warmth down her spine. Her breath would shudder in quiet gasp upon such touch, Pixie knew not how to respond. <i> As your presence but brings but repose and comfort to myself… </i>

<i> As your perfume is delightful as well… </i> Innocent chime would flute from her lips of soprano-alto lilt. Once more, if the young maiden could blush such rosy-red cheeks would fluster her skin. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“My words have escaped me,”</font> she whispered fondly. Quiet pause would silence the duo as she would search icy barren floor beneath her toes. Structures unfold as heat would slither away just as quickly as it came, inviting the cold to nip pale tresses. Confusion would then capture her features once more as he seemed so <i>troubled</i> and apologetic. <i> Forgive me m’lady… </i> shameful did such words hum. Pixie would tilt her head ever so carelessly to the right. Paws would move to sit, shoulder would brush at his side with assurance as did her tail search of his duo for further entanglement. <i>Why</i>? Her gaze but faltered, searching for words. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“I find no reasons in your apology, good sir.”</font> she hummed, a hint of concern to plague angelical hymn. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“Your touch is kind.”</font> innocent smile painted upon her pale lips. Silver-blue tongue rolled with sweetly harmonizing hum. <font style=" color: #7498bd; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Allura', cursive; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: none;">“What wrongs have passed in such time we have shared?”</font> </p>
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