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03-30-2017, 09:08 AM
The turkey and the demon dance together, the serpent swaying in time. The metallic gleam of the silver eye quivers, its shine alternating with the glossy void of her cross marked gaze, held fast upon the magic image of the tom. His peculiar head, blood red, sinew pink, and sky blue, keeps most often the wavering stillness of her stare, and, for a moment, the wicked one seems almost playful, and demure, her giggles unmarked by the black rancor of her savage heart. Enthralled in the magic, and the transformed elder’s prance and spread feathers, and the desire to touch them grows, and grows… Her kiss, however, seems to revert the spell, the man’s rather furry rump suddenly appearing inches from the striking tip of her blade. With a lady’s shrill remark and a shying step, she recoils away in surprise, her twisted mind unprepared for such sudden twists as this. Dancing in her distance, the touch of the russet’s tasseled tail upon her figure and the sway of his haunches towards her fretful features draws a balking row of laughter from her, the giggles high and swift, and her momentary fright eases into the quiet black from which it had suddenly risen, like oily droplets on a hydrophobic trampoline. Nipping out towards the extended, narrow hinds of the aging man with a bright row of insidious laughter, the white witch moves back alongside him, her head lowering, moving to snake beneath the tangles of his inverted mane, unless he chose to recoil away. "This is forward," croons the pale one, her lips reaching, wanting to tease and tousle the strands of the man’s mane, to find the muscle hidden beneath soft, weathered skin, "we were quite behind, before." [ OCC: Proceed with caution. Love, Bunnie ] |
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@Albrecht
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
