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of the sea
After swimming beneath the waves and seeing the bright reef that she had not encountered before, not only had her hopes raised, but also her anger. If this minion of the Earth God could so easily raise reefs from other realms, worlds, times, or depths for Helovians to see, then why could he not extend the power of favor to her?
But the strange, weightless sensation in her barrel whenever she thought of the bluish, mottled and morphed Kisamoa stopped her from getting outright infuriated. So, as she (surprisingly) approached from the moist sands (rather than from beneath the waves—the water was growing frigid), her unblinking gaze was a strange sharpness that contrasted with the unusual softness of her ridged features.
Yet, as yellow-ringed-aqua irises landed on the beautifully feminine, lavender Goddess that stood so close in front of Kis, the softness melted and her scaled ears pinned flush with her pebbled neck. Never in her life had the warriorress compared her athletic body to those softer, curvaceous builds of other females. But now, here, the pebbled skin of her flank twitched as she could not help the sudden drop in her deep, muscular chest. Not only was she hard angles compared to a woman’s curves, but also (in Helovia) she was alien.
So her webbed, dark hooves arrested in the packed, wet sand, fins tightly hugging her neck as she intently stared at Kis and the Moon. Her barbed tail curved and coiled around her hocks, skin glowing slightly with her shame. Mother sea rushed up a wave around her fetlocks, as if to comfort her chid.
But, for once, Aquila found no solace in the cold, salty embrace.
But the strange, weightless sensation in her barrel whenever she thought of the bluish, mottled and morphed Kisamoa stopped her from getting outright infuriated. So, as she (surprisingly) approached from the moist sands (rather than from beneath the waves—the water was growing frigid), her unblinking gaze was a strange sharpness that contrasted with the unusual softness of her ridged features.
Yet, as yellow-ringed-aqua irises landed on the beautifully feminine, lavender Goddess that stood so close in front of Kis, the softness melted and her scaled ears pinned flush with her pebbled neck. Never in her life had the warriorress compared her athletic body to those softer, curvaceous builds of other females. But now, here, the pebbled skin of her flank twitched as she could not help the sudden drop in her deep, muscular chest. Not only was she hard angles compared to a woman’s curves, but also (in Helovia) she was alien.
So her webbed, dark hooves arrested in the packed, wet sand, fins tightly hugging her neck as she intently stared at Kis and the Moon. Her barbed tail curved and coiled around her hocks, skin glowing slightly with her shame. Mother sea rushed up a wave around her fetlocks, as if to comfort her chid.
But, for once, Aquila found no solace in the cold, salty embrace.
Aquila stands at edge of the tide, jealously look at Moony + Kis and has her first encounter with INSECURITY D:
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