At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on October 12, 2014 at 03:54:16 AM by Morgana
The word floated into her head, echoing and echoin about the cavernous mind. This would not do. When Morgana was bored, she was a bitch. More so than usual. The colder weather did not help her mood, making her even snappier. Mor did not make for pleasant company. Others avoided her like poison. Like she gave a damn. A bunch of idiots, that's what they were. Pawns in her game of chess, there to serve their queen. And who better to be her than Morgana? She'd yet to find a male worthy enough to play the part of honorary king. Most of her toys were idiots, intrigued only by her promise of power or their fear of her. And she'd kicked them all to the curb. Recently, her string of lovers had slowed for whatever reason. Screw them. Not like they'd had a chance anyway. She couldnt even name a single one. She was unsatisified and this made her even pissier. Morgana was bored, and it would not do.
The temptress lay in the autumnonal leaves, her silky robes blending with them. Her black stockings were closed over her chest as she looked to the sky which had begun to fill with gray clouds. This position of vulnerability... It was rare from her. Morgana did not stay in it long though. The threat of rain made her wrinkle her nose. No way was this coat being spoiled by the accursed weather. The femme fatale gracefully stood and shook herself from any stray leaves. There was no point in moping around waiting for someone to come hoping for a good time. If Mor had to be, she would become a woman of action. If fun wasn't coming to her, she'd come to it.
Harries. The name popped into her mind and a smirk fell upon her lips. Ah yes. Harries. It had been a while since she'd seen him. The man was like her in so many ways. He was the face of pure beauty, the only to ever meet her standards. And like her was a master in the arts of seduction and sex. He was used to getting woman with no challenge, but that was not how Morgana played. Oh no. She'd given him the challenge, toying with him. Running her tail on his chin, the gentle brush of her hips against his body, as if on accident, pulling away from him like a forbidden object, teasing, taunting him with her curvaceous figure. He saw as much as she wanted him to, no more, no less. They'd never gone far though. She wouldnt let them. The dragoness had thought of it, sure, but hadn't allowed it. Up until now.
The rain started to fall, gentle at first but growing stronger and stronger. The foliage provided little shelter and Mor was too far from her den to run back. An overhang of rocks stood not far away and she made a break for it, shaking the water free as she flew under it. She'd give a lot to be snuggled up with a lover right now. The femme set about licking her velvety robes, smoothing them as best she could. The rocks could not keep out the wind, however, and it mussed up her fur every time she fixed it. Gradually the weather bettered, though not much, and Mor considered heading back to her den before it got worse again. Indeed, the Kalik would have, if not for the call that reached her domed auds.
"Morgana!" It was a voice she'd recognize anywhere. Her favorite toy, Harries, was calling for her. Ask and ye shall receive, as they said. The butch smiled; she had him right where she wanted him: begging for her. Seemed like all of her hardwork had paid off. Best not keep him waiting. She strode out from beneath the alcove, ignoring the rain and marching purposefully towards the origin of the pauper's call. His cologne reached her nares soon and immeadiately she molded herself into the temptress she was.
Dark eyes became half-lidded, smirk found itself back on kissers, black pillars extanded to their full height, pelvis swayed, and her walk was slow, relaxed. Today, she would Harries have some... Play time. But he would have to earn it, like everything else. An air of vulnerability surrounded Mor today as she entered the kalak's line of sight. His nares had no doubt known she was there long before his orbs; in her celibate state, her pheromones were particular strong. The bitch stopped a meter in front of the prince. She appeared even slimmer than usual with her soaked fur. All the better for a viewing party. "Been a while, handsome." She said softly.
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