[M] the calloused east.

China Rose Lykoi · 11-20-2011, 12:14 PM

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ooc: bahuuuuga

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There was a silence, muffled by soft exhalations, the fragrant whispers of plants that rustled in a coy, feathery breeze. She felt that zephyr, the world itself breathing, sliding cool fingers through pelts of silver and pelts of russet tan.

Gentle fingers touched her hair, and wide lapis lazuli watched, unblinking, this sweet and entranced face before her. A secretive smile crossed the dove's black lips, a small curling of each end, just enough that the air of strange ethereal peace about her grew brighter, sharper, changing itself into something more coy.

Without hesitation, she leaned her cheek into that questing touch, that warm palm. The blush that had been painted on her muzzle was perfectly innocent - A dollmaker's masterful paint strokes, in soft rouge and frail porcelain white. Long lashes did not obscure those staring eyes, a gaze so direct that it seemed to be looking beyond the pupils of this other mortal girl.

Can you hear it? She turned her head just slightly, just enough to allow a pink tongue to lick at that curious palm. The wind, can you hear it? Her fingers reached for the other girl, now, calmly seeking, innocently wanton. The hollowness within her was yawning, but she knew she could fill it with this girl, this girl with the beautiful ice-blue eyes and the gentle smile. She knew she could fill it, even if only for a little while. It's laughing at us... Blushing fingertips sought the warm plush fur of her face, her hair, and she leaned in closer now, wanting whatever would be given, hungry for more of the innocence she had once had. It's laughing at me.

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