::....snicker like sound echoes in the serenity of the place. burnished gold maiden steps from mists; the originater of the laugh. a breeze rustles black satin dreadlocks, crimson dipped ears held half mast, flickering from one sound to another. silk is held carelessy, blowing with the breeze.
Would she have my brave stud? she seems to say.
It looked to me that she-beast would've fought thou to leave her alone, if you read her posts carefully. Vixen of scarlett shook her dial, orbs alight, and she turned walking calmly back into the mist....::
::....be careful, rougue....::
.S. e. R. e. N. d. I. p. I. t. Y.
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