tell the wolves I'm home
Reels of laughter and temptation tangled and toiled; bare feet pressing down into the grass as she yelled after him. Hilarious and enticing, silly and ridiculous hastenings to eventual carnal intrigues; just the how and the when and the where spurned and contorted in fragments of the unknown. Intending to turn his head, perhaps to give her some semblance of a chance, the wind caught at his hair and smacked him in the face, loosening another round of chuckles and deepening bellows. “I would hate to be predictable.”
The vines, however, only met portions of his ankles, and he dissipated them wholly within one measure. But two could play at that game, and he bestowed a singular bout of a gale in her direction – maybe she’d lose the robe and the towel – before long limbs began to outstretch towards the lake’s embankment.
The vines, however, only met portions of his ankles, and he dissipated them wholly within one measure. But two could play at that game, and he bestowed a singular bout of a gale in her direction – maybe she’d lose the robe and the towel – before long limbs began to outstretch towards the lake’s embankment.
the ressurected sword
