.bronze hued beast weaves in the kingdom of boredum; cranking parted jaws, releasing a series of yawns; widening jaded orbs to sharpen view, virago comes to stance gazing round lazily, in high need of action, any kind of action, preferably a duel; uplifting dished face fem snaps auricles forth and dances bulkward, sidepassing and spinning in her act of 'spooking' at the unexistant, a game played out with oneself when these times came and went constantly; quads carry ebon fury on as demoiselle dips visage, extending plush muzzle to pull nape 't graceful arc, all in a wild pace 'o the woodland.