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07-30-2012, 11:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2012, 12:44 PM by Cassiopeia.)
She was not taken unaware by his trumpeting baritone. She needn't move a muscle to know the accustomed call, but even so she turns her gracile tiara in his direction, peering toward him with an emphatically coy expression. A soft, hushed nicker hies from her throat, her head hoisting and setting with the rise and fall of the trembling note. She bumped her muzzled against his fondly, eyes of liquid topaz squinched closed as she relished in the gesture that had become a ritual between them. Radiant irises came into view once again with the reception of his vocalism, a genuine smile peeling her lips into a perfectly concave arch. Her beaming eyes honed the expression as she gazed into Azzuen's own indigo optics. She hummed in pleasure, the tympanic allure of her voice thrumming gently against her svelte bosom - suave and solacing as it vibrated her bodice with warmth. "I missed you." She uttered - a mere whisper; an acquiescing serenade composed in the tempo of a musical horn. Any moment she was deprived of his presence slunk by with tedious inflection, every minute diffused with the inherence of an hour. At least, that's how it was as of late. With the weaning of Cirrus came the of so familiar languish of pregnancy, and yet tallsun still remained to inhibit such acts of love. She ran her velvety maw along his nape, tracing the fine groves of his muscles. "How fares my one and only?" A deep, hearty nicker then resonated through her svelte anatomy, her teeth busy kneading his toughened, ebony hide. The churning motion of the tide caused her body to sway in earnest: a calming movement. |
