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03-06-2013, 08:46 PM
The pristine sway of her gold hips was magical. Every breath seemed to liven the crook of her hocks. Her chocolate orbs settling infront of her to see the diminishing path. Beige trees settled into murky waters. The tips of her pepper tail hitting her legs with every step.
Was she the witch? Well what the fuck was she suppose to think? This sucked, and she hasn't met anyone new. She had traveled a far ways just to come to this... swamp. The sun was about to hide behind everything, and then the path would be lost, but what did she care? Nothing lives here.
Well was't life so damned kind to her? Not. This place was strange, she wasn't in a good mood, but a slightly flirty one, so the golden jezebel femme wasn't very pleased with anything right now. Casting her head up a dramatic fling, blaze pointing to the skies which there was a rapidly threatening sign of rains, she stopped her brisk walk as her gold cranium dropped back to the ground, lush tail swiping behind her, pale against the green and yellow mixed trees, the white blending into the beige of this scenery. Each bark raised into frondy tufts situated at the tip of each. The odd green hues of it creeped the femme out. An aura of flirt rolled off of her, and her expression was set firmly in a flirty smile. Anyone within a large radius of her would be drawn in by the magic she had let loose.
OOC: Magic: 1/2 What Type: Love, for her.
Was she the witch? Well what the fuck was she suppose to think? This sucked, and she hasn't met anyone new. She had traveled a far ways just to come to this... swamp. The sun was about to hide behind everything, and then the path would be lost, but what did she care? Nothing lives here.
Well was't life so damned kind to her? Not. This place was strange, she wasn't in a good mood, but a slightly flirty one, so the golden jezebel femme wasn't very pleased with anything right now. Casting her head up a dramatic fling, blaze pointing to the skies which there was a rapidly threatening sign of rains, she stopped her brisk walk as her gold cranium dropped back to the ground, lush tail swiping behind her, pale against the green and yellow mixed trees, the white blending into the beige of this scenery. Each bark raised into frondy tufts situated at the tip of each. The odd green hues of it creeped the femme out. An aura of flirt rolled off of her, and her expression was set firmly in a flirty smile. Anyone within a large radius of her would be drawn in by the magic she had let loose.
OOC: Magic: 1/2 What Type: Love, for her.
