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Phaedra the Opulent Posts: 343
Deceased
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE
Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None Aud
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And please remember me as in the dream
We had as rug burned babies
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Beside the lions and the ladies.




On wings glistening with pinpoints of diamond light, the Opulent flew. Her body was a pale gold, delicate and sexual. Her eyes glistened a deep sea-green as they reflected the moonlight night, unblemished by clouds and seemingly sharpened by the frost that dusted everything in a coating of shimmer and sparkle. Phaedra knew that Tolio had once dwelt in the Basin, although whether or not he still did was a question she could not answer. It didn't matter, she had full confidence in Stella. The secretary bird had set off to find the cinnamon stallion, and the golden girl knew she would not fail.

Full of wonderlust and desire, Phaedra glided above the pristine landscape below. Air softly left her lungs, leaving puffs of small clouds in her wake, as her tawny wings silently moved her lithe body through the air.

She needed Tolio in a way she had never needed him before. She needed him to ignore their past, to not speak of whatever future might still be between them, and the distance that spread them apart. She didn't want to hear of their children (selfishly) or how he had been doing. She only wanted him. To see his profile block out the moon, and to feel the heat from his body shatter the chill in the air. To feel the strength of his body perfectly meld against the curves of her own. She wanted to cover him in her magic, to make him feel the lust and aura of her affection, and to dazzle him with her beauty. He, whose love was reserved for men, caught and held forever in her feminine embrace. If she could only have that ... she would be happy. Perhaps it was too much to ask, to demand so much, but she didn't care. Phaedra never had.

Velvety wings tucked towards her sides as she spiraled loosely towards the ground, singing all the while. Her voice was silvery and melodic as she pieced together words from songs she didn't remember. Unthinkingly she let the melody waft and sway, as her tiny pale hooves struck the snow. The sensation of bitter cold swam up her delicate legs, inciting and igniting a burning desire that glowed pink within her breast.

"Come now sugar .." She whispered in-between lyrics, scanning the barren landscape for the silhouette of her cinnamon soldier.

@[Tolio]



That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
Swinger high as any savior.



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