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The massive metal structure captures her within a step, her pause of motion shared with a heady stare that gleams and flickers in her rampant curiosity and lust for the strength such a thing must have. Does he move? He wears gears and joints like he must, and what a cacophony of splendor that must be! Her giggles are endless, ricocheting off of one another as she draws closer to one massive hoof, stands diminutive beneath the great shadow cast by the bronze figure. He could smash her into nothingness, and it is beautiful. Suddenly filled with an eagerness to meet the machinists who created such a colossus (or at least held custody of it), she dances back around to look out into the wide valley, the quiet stillness of the lake in the distance and the stench of their sweat and blood reaching her curved nostrils like ambrosia. A cry breaks her lips, slight and feminine, delicate and luring. The cold can be forgiven. It is time to meet the one who rules the beast behind her. "rada rada" rust every place that I touch |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
