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Posted on October 26, 2018 at 07:08:59 PM by Mazikeen
Incoherent. It was the only thing that truly described the little minx in this time of madness. A part of her could not believe that she had allowed her mind to be so overtaken that she knew not what was real and what illusion was. Howls of deception echoed in the catacombs of her heart and dripped from her lips in a flurry of snarls. Large droplets of saliva coated her lips as she snapped back at the large lizard, unknowing of what it was called, yet all to conscious of its beady little eyes as it glowered at her. She had never come across such a beast before, knew not of their normal size, and thus thought this lump of flesh was rather imposing. The wet smack of the mud as she lifted one hind leg tentatively confirmed what she already knew to be true; she was not going anywhere quickly. With a determined set of her features she lowers said leg, flexing her toes in the gooey warm mess as it reclaimed her leg as a prize. Mud. Ah now the name for the shit infested goop came to the forefront of her predicament and for a moment all her theatrics come to a standstill. This was not real. This was all an orchestrated performance of her neurosis and as such the large reptile would not harm her. Could not harm her and she was panicked for naught. As if a light switch was thrown everything takes a 180. Tranquility smoothes over what was once savage, as her chassis attempts to return to its typical state, despite the stiffening of the drying muck. It is in this moment that she realizes that she is not alone and curious eyes take in her guest. He, it was a he right??, towered over the lizard in all his glory. A King with a crown of rust. He was LOVELY! Eagerly she drinks in his visage and so lost was she in the savage glow that she absent-mindly took several steps toward her monster riding Savior. He held the beast by the back of its neck and it railed violently against her King, thrashing too and fro yet her crowned Royal held on as if it was second nature. Eyes of pink lemonade could barely make out the white of his body yet she could clearly discern the muscle as it rippled beneath his multihued robe. His tail was the epitome of perfection as she combed the long plume with her loving gaze, admiring it as it helped him keep balance. She wanted to be near him…taste him….please him. Another step is given as she attempts to close the distance between them, only to be slammed into the mud. A wicked growl tears from her maw as she scrambles up to her paws, anger at the creature for dare coming between her and the deity before her. “How do we kill it?” She calls out to him, her voice raw yet firm as she lunges at the beast’s eyes. Perhaps if she blinds it, it would give them enough time to dispatch it. Which would in turn give her more time to sidle up close to her King, perhaps sip from his bodice as well. (You have permission to powerplay her)  |
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