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Her haunted gaze lingered on the icy hues of this sweet girl, this plush daughter crafted from the hues and the stockiness of the Earthmother's rich soil. She smelt of the earth, of something firm and true, something real. Absently, China wondered if she herself had any smell left at all clinging to the delicate waves of her silky silver pelt - Wondered if there was any scent that bound her to the senses, that made her something more than the fictional memory of beauty or desire.
Gentle fingers coaxed a curved smile from her pixie maw, that which slid so delicately against the other girl's. But her spectral eyes remained open, watching, soaking in every expression of pure delight that saturated the sweet portrait of the russet maiden. There was such fear within this strange damsel - The songbird could feel it within her. Fear of rejection, of deception, of dismay? Fear of damnation, as China had been damned? The blushing fingers that had mirrored her actions slid now about the girls back, tracing ancient and unknown runes across her shoulderblades, drawing her closer into the web that bound them together. The hollowness within her was filling, swirling with the warmth that she felt on the skin of the girl, the warmth her body provided, the warmth of desire growing steadily within her.
Both hands found themselves on the front of the girl's shoulders, and with delicate weight she bid her down to the cool and welcoming ground. Tendrils of fern and wild flora sprung about the two youthful forms, a springy bed of the last growth before winter's cold bite. Without thought China moved to straddle the girl, her meager weigh little concern to the form below her. For a long moment, those piercing eggshell blue eyes watched her, drinking in this new form of innocence, this newest splendid beauty. Then blushing fingers sought the girl's russet hair, and with delicate, precise movements, she spread it out like the rays of a sun about the Lykoi maiden's head.
Thick lashes dipped, and the silver songbird gazed down at her artwork, this pretty flushed thing with the warm auburn crown haloing her face. Perfect. She leaned forward again, but this time to place a tender lick on the other girl's warmly colored muzzle.
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