Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2005 21:54:28 GMT -4
Liquid mirrors widened to a great extent, not believing the sight they beheld as they gazed at an elegant ivory fae, alone... From the brute's vision at the top of a small hill, the vix looked positively angelic, as though sent from the heavens themselves. Hazel vissionaries took in her muscular yet agile curvature, powerful appendages, and softly chiseled crania. The image was absolutely perfect. Stretching an ebon tipped appex, the king gracefully broke into a 2 step, daggers effortlessly slicing through the soft loam underneath, fluidly yet rapidly covering the short distance to the amazing fae.
As he neared her, appendages ceased their ebon flashes as they slowed to an abrupt stop, kicking up a soft cloud of dust from the emerald-covered sod. The sun's warming rays bathed the lord with a warming golden light, gleaming his flaxen pelt to absolute perfection, illuminating him greatly amongst the rolling fields of emerald. Every silken tendril of his pewter tresses shone with a gloss no other stag could accomplish as they cascade dawn his arched serpentine, landing with perfect form in a smooth silver waterfall.
Slashing plumage flowed like a dream from a muscular rump, whipping through the air behind his poweful image, lifted by the gentle breeze. crimson-dipped harks pricked simultaneously towards the vix, drinking in her sounds as well as his flared nares took in her luring scent. This fae was most certainly heavenly. As obsidian vissionaries gazed her down still, the lord's velvetine mug parted, pearly ivories clearly visible, releasing a sweet lulaby melody onto the air currents.
Fair maiden, I wish to learn of your blessing. I am of the dubbance Komikos. You have enticed me so, pardon my intrusion. I wish to as my queen, such a doe as yourself deserves much more however. Hoping the fae wasn't perturbed by his abrupt decision, he parted his maw once more, letting his calming tone sail through the air again. Of course, the decision if yours, do not feel pushed, for I only want your angelic figurine to be pleased...Dropping his boa in a deep bow, the lord showed his utmost respect for the vix before turning away. How he wanted to whisk her away with him, to take her to the deserts of his home, to love her as his own. Yet he held himself together, slinking into the shadows of the night to wait...