Post by Kye on Nov 8, 2005 17:44:08 GMT -4
Stepping with a powerful stride,the silven stitched bronc made his way through the valley.His silken woven threads tangling with the arising breeze. His azure stricken seekers visiaging the surrounding habitation of herbaceous features,sending the imagery into his thoughts,analyzing it ever so carefully.His schizms overlayed the canopy,asearch the one whom he shall accompany,one whom would be his companion,as he would be hers.Aye,this be the queen he searched for. A light toss of his pendulum casted,advancing forth down the lolling knolls of enchanting greenery,his insight taking the features in with shere awe,amazed by the stunningness that the lands preluded and offered him..
Please,queen of all things blessed,come forth,tis my wish to enlighten such being as your own with one's presence.I wish to accompany you in times of need,and times of want,to attempt your every desire's filling.May I be as so bold as to beckon you forth?
He spoke quietly,his voicing edged with the sincere passions of mixed emotions.He stood silently,sticking out plainly,a fluorescent glow descended faintly,coursed by his brilliant shene against the rolling greens.He watched the smaller critters scuttling about with franticness around him,two squirrels chasing one another high within a tree in delightful play. Ah,the beautiful forces of nature,the peace of mind the palace brought to all whom encountered its presence.He scanned over the landscene once more,awaiting the prounounced arrival of the queen,how delightful she would be.The utmost wildly brought up fantasias of her presence lingered thickly within his thoughts,driving him forth,nosing around the bushels quietly,plumetting his mass into the small brook that ran at his side.He swam swiftly across to the opposing side. once to his desired destination,he plunged his plush into a wildly assorted bushel of berries,parting his lambrells to gnaw and curl his kissers around the small circular diagrams,retracting his faecet slowly.As he did so with the proceedings,a plum tanged juice streaming down his facade,his pink seether lolling about,trying desperately to lap it up awkwardly. He was quite amused with the task,being harder than expected.he mused quietly,series of chatters issuing quietly to himself,chuckling quietly as he plucked rapidly in the bush for more berries. he squealed lightly as he struck thorns,retracting his mug quickly,small crimson dripping slowly. Panicing somewhat,wanting his imagery to be the best for the queen's arrival,he rubbed his plush along the mesh greens,ridding the fluids from his peppered maw..
He yawned quietly,waltzing away from the bushel.Soon,he waded back across the stream into the boundary of his entrance once more,nosing around thoughtfully. Gruffly,he tore at the stalks,his appetite catching up with him quickly. He whickered quietly,his aperature lifted momentarily,then lowering back. He parted his laburnums and rapidly began plucking at the stubs once more. He whuffed quietly,searching for the more lush segments of the greenery. Once he found his chosen path,he cooed quietly,enjoying much the taste of the juicy greens that now shrouded his maw and sprung from his creases. His lures held a backline of fiestiness,orneryness,wanting to run and frollick as did he in his foal stages.Once satisfied of his hunger,he strode forth,his stride lengthening at a quick pace.He stampeded o'er the lands in wide brimmed circles,beating faster,playful bucks errupted his galliant run. He soon came to a sprint,his aperature lofting highly atop his broadened perch.It soon buckled to his diaphragm,bucking harshly once more,the feeling of foal days soon encountered and coursed through him.He frollicked about,tossing his mass this way and that,awaiting one to join him perhaps..
Please,queen of all things blessed,come forth,tis my wish to enlighten such being as your own with one's presence.I wish to accompany you in times of need,and times of want,to attempt your every desire's filling.May I be as so bold as to beckon you forth?
He spoke quietly,his voicing edged with the sincere passions of mixed emotions.He stood silently,sticking out plainly,a fluorescent glow descended faintly,coursed by his brilliant shene against the rolling greens.He watched the smaller critters scuttling about with franticness around him,two squirrels chasing one another high within a tree in delightful play. Ah,the beautiful forces of nature,the peace of mind the palace brought to all whom encountered its presence.He scanned over the landscene once more,awaiting the prounounced arrival of the queen,how delightful she would be.The utmost wildly brought up fantasias of her presence lingered thickly within his thoughts,driving him forth,nosing around the bushels quietly,plumetting his mass into the small brook that ran at his side.He swam swiftly across to the opposing side. once to his desired destination,he plunged his plush into a wildly assorted bushel of berries,parting his lambrells to gnaw and curl his kissers around the small circular diagrams,retracting his faecet slowly.As he did so with the proceedings,a plum tanged juice streaming down his facade,his pink seether lolling about,trying desperately to lap it up awkwardly. He was quite amused with the task,being harder than expected.he mused quietly,series of chatters issuing quietly to himself,chuckling quietly as he plucked rapidly in the bush for more berries. he squealed lightly as he struck thorns,retracting his mug quickly,small crimson dripping slowly. Panicing somewhat,wanting his imagery to be the best for the queen's arrival,he rubbed his plush along the mesh greens,ridding the fluids from his peppered maw..
I wait for you,
patience rests at my feet,
yes,
the wait makes it worth it,
knowing the outcome shall be more wanted,
in hopes
that you feel the same,
longing to meet me as well..
patience rests at my feet,
yes,
the wait makes it worth it,
knowing the outcome shall be more wanted,
in hopes
that you feel the same,
longing to meet me as well..
He yawned quietly,waltzing away from the bushel.Soon,he waded back across the stream into the boundary of his entrance once more,nosing around thoughtfully. Gruffly,he tore at the stalks,his appetite catching up with him quickly. He whickered quietly,his aperature lifted momentarily,then lowering back. He parted his laburnums and rapidly began plucking at the stubs once more. He whuffed quietly,searching for the more lush segments of the greenery. Once he found his chosen path,he cooed quietly,enjoying much the taste of the juicy greens that now shrouded his maw and sprung from his creases. His lures held a backline of fiestiness,orneryness,wanting to run and frollick as did he in his foal stages.Once satisfied of his hunger,he strode forth,his stride lengthening at a quick pace.He stampeded o'er the lands in wide brimmed circles,beating faster,playful bucks errupted his galliant run. He soon came to a sprint,his aperature lofting highly atop his broadened perch.It soon buckled to his diaphragm,bucking harshly once more,the feeling of foal days soon encountered and coursed through him.He frollicked about,tossing his mass this way and that,awaiting one to join him perhaps..