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03-17-2017, 10:41 AM
The wicked gleam of her eyes grows as her ploy lures more than just suave smiles and winks to the expression of the suitor, her gaze meandering from the bashful glance away from his lustful stare upon her flesh, to the flesh of his own. Pale upon the crown, black upon the rest, her eyes trace the branches along the flesh of his neck with an eager eye, wondering if the salt smell which lingers about him now is stronger, still, were she to embed her lips among the tassels his knotted mane.
Babbling giggles in remark to his jest on the behalf of her never-arrived compatriot, the white witch flutters her lashes, and continues the slow sway of her banners upon her sides, her head occasionally slowly drifting in mirror of the motions of her dock. When he asks her about herself, the dame’s incessant laughter hums into a purr of pondering, her dual-toned eyes fluttering to the ceiling of the world, before landing back upon the stag.
"We are of the mountains," she says, gesturing north and westward, towards the Basin, not caring if he knows there is a land there, or not; her child-like voice sings and floats among occasional giggles, "Beloved is a blade there, among several others. And you, Bartholomeo? What does a man like you do?"
Babbling giggles in remark to his jest on the behalf of her never-arrived compatriot, the white witch flutters her lashes, and continues the slow sway of her banners upon her sides, her head occasionally slowly drifting in mirror of the motions of her dock. When he asks her about herself, the dame’s incessant laughter hums into a purr of pondering, her dual-toned eyes fluttering to the ceiling of the world, before landing back upon the stag.
"We are of the mountains," she says, gesturing north and westward, towards the Basin, not caring if he knows there is a land there, or not; her child-like voice sings and floats among occasional giggles, "Beloved is a blade there, among several others. And you, Bartholomeo? What does a man like you do?"
you've lost your demon.
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
