sabana. so she was not far off. these have to be the lands of eden, where lions still roam.
and this one knows very well that she hides behind a false name.
a smirk, pushing layers of skin into a corner. she sits down as a dog should.
the orb did not cease its rise as they idled. it is now a slightly stronger, provocative color.
this does not perturb her. such were dreams.
and this one knows very well that she hides behind a false name.
a smirk, pushing layers of skin into a corner. she sits down as a dog should.
sancha.what she was named at mother's breast. doubtful that the lion of marco would care for the patronym of a fishmonger's bloodline.
you speak of the moon...her body leans to look around the great cat.
is it usually pink?
the orb did not cease its rise as they idled. it is now a slightly stronger, provocative color.
this does not perturb her. such were dreams.
"an incomprehensible concept given the fact that she was not a cat" love hiiimmm
