Post by « cackle » on Jun 26, 2006 15:39:01 GMT -5
and what does the eye see?
Narettes flared as the femme fatale scented her surroundings. With a trained eye, she gazed through ‘er chartreuse mirrors. The kiger mustang seemed to give off a disgustedly pleased aura as her slender stalks transported her trimmed vessel onward. Obsidian plumage trailed the foundation, swishing every so often at the bothersome insects hovering above her hindquarters. Summer had never been the maiden's favorite season.
Plush kissers plucked the emerald blades before her with their velvet touch, delicately chiseled crown carried low with muscle-carved boa stretched. The scenery, she noticed absently, had changed drastically as she approached; the bright, azure abyss above alternating to a dark, dreary slate, with rolling hills now being trampled by 'er obsidian daggers; amused, she raised her gaze to get a better view.
Almost immediately, a smirk curved her onyx rubbers. In this first moment of arrival, the wench was awestruck; something uncommon in her books. Silken aphotic threads draped over serpentine blew in the gentle, humid breeze as she stood with dignity on one of the hills, a stance with approval and cunning. Among her many expressions she could pull on her fascade, it was prominantly desire; had she found a dark land?
She breathed in once more; the fragrances floating in the air were that of only the plants and herself. As she indulged her orbits, she spotted not a soul in sight. "All hear! I claim this land, entitled the Black Hills!" Serpentine arched in a deadly magnificent movement, thorns pricked on her dial. Oh, what a feeling had graced the demoness; one of pure accomplishment and planning.
