<~> To some extent the brute figure is rarely noticed, depthless pours of crimson liquid forming within jewels that remained impassive. Trendles of raven mane wrap around solid muscle that decorated itself with aged scars, slight dents forming within the beautiful outside appearance of she-beast.<~>
<~>As if his own figure were transparent, she looks straight through him, burning soul crinkling up thin sheet’s of paper, deciding not to strike so soon, but to tattle with the approaching steed he gave no motivating attention. Fem continues to stand silent as the spirit she was, dead living creature that showed no tension, nor provocation as the steed continues to watch blood-red beauty. <~>
<~>Ashen lips remain tied, invisible threads sewing through the thin flesh, glued together as if punishment was given. Prey never thought of, nor paid attention to, only once glance given the whole time he stared as they all did, used to the attraction, or attention that was given from female, and males<~>
<~>Femme continues to stand silently, paying no interest to the steed who continued to stand in front, iron stones lifting slightly off the ground, listening silently to any reaction...<~>
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