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[>|< C.ascade >|<]

<will post something later> this is just to let all the lovedies out there that mr. cascade will be posting here soon, lol.

<not supposed to be on the computer>

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Tiny Dancer

delicate steps were made as the paramour entered into this realmery, melarkies pricked forth excitedly. a swish of her tassel was made. from a stolen glance, would would assume this maiden acutally had chromosones of a Arab, for if one was to guess so, they would be truthful. for Tiny Dancer was of many desents, including Shetland. but some would also mistaken her for a babe, thinking she was a flicka in danger, they would rush to her aid, only to be spooked away by her gentle demeanour when even the roughest demanded her desent.

few Shetland X's walked the lands of Dream Scape, and what made her even shier was of Flint, the demon of the night... lurking in the shadows, possibly even now. accoustics flickered back uncertainly as she danced t'wards the open feilds. serpentine coiled into her chassis, russet painted silhouette marched out confidently. appendages snapping up under her petite framery. spheres peered as they passed o'er the beautiful realm. a contented sigh left the bella.

matted dreads swung into her twin pools as a gust of westernly wind passed o'er her. empire was shaken quickly so she may regain her sighting once more. harks pricked at the stench of another, paperthins expanding as she once more, grew terrified of what was to come. enamels ground and labrums peeled up, expecting it to be the Devil himself....

[>|< C.ascade >|<]

Lathe extensions sauntered at an easy thrice beat, driving ever so elegantly thier mounted, ashen framework amidst this godforsaken realm. scythes created naught but lithe crescents in earth's flesh, which were blown away with wind and her hungering plight due to motions as was his name, cascading.

Leften melarchie and his twin swiveled anxiously upon thier hinges, as coalened glare cast about a new and extremely stifling terrace. to the undying heat, he paid no mind as a pallid pointe was filled to bursting with thaughts of a suitable seductress as his lady. A sneer crossed wraught lambrums as his options were scowered...not one bloody fae worth a second glance from him. he then pondered his own position...he was not bad looking, quite a handsome b.astard at that, but he did not own any lands on which to reside, nothing to provide for and shelter a damoiselle of his own...ah well. he'd get the first one he saw fit as his lady.

Leften auditorial userper twitched in a calibur as a sound reverbrated through him... coalened paperthins flaren, that every feature on this arogant b.astard protrayed arabic lineage. The stench of another...not far off came into his realm of sense.

Chiseled zenith tossed upon wind in all of her merry plight as fronten appendages released themselves from the topography in a wreckless turn about, that he may face the trace of the scent and sound. Elequent crownbearer arched, glinting it's steel grazed tainting a touch in apollo's skybound lightmaker. It's prize mounted was strewn with a gentle expression, thaugh, as always, his expressions were lined with that touch of arrogance.

Hinden shifts raised at thier docks in elegant dimeanor, flaxen and brilliant in the ever so fruitifully (and annoyingly heated) lit flanks of terrace. Coalened gaze perhaps caught a thatch of russet hide beneath the thicket which he now brigaded through with ease, due again to arabic lineage for donning upon him the grace and slight bodice in which to slither meanlessly through a thicket. hm... the alabastor drake thaught to himself in slight, a russet wench...a warmblood? no...definetely not tall enough for so...arabic?...hm, perhaps arabic. with that thaught, soothing thaughts accompanied. A beutiful russet arabic lass...

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Tiny Dancer

petite femmora watched as the stench of another came to her caverns. she shook her sweat laiden pelt carelessly, hawk-like spheres rolled, watching the strangly attractive beast. accoustics melted to her empire cautiously as her brawny frame came into view. tassel flickered anxiously, [Salutations.] came her cooling altos.

flints side-stepped, twin pools never leaving the suspect, [What makes you wander these lands?] she inquired softly, her serpentine raised above, to get a better view of the male. harlot's labrums quivered as she once again, fell victim to having a larger male before her. her stride was flaw-filled, she was beautiful yes, but flaw-filled. pelt glowered in the afternoon sun and she breathed heavier. was he going to attempt to slaughter her?

but it was the kind gaze given by Cascade that made her tension filled silhouette relax, she smiled kindly, [You know sir, Flint wanders these turfs at any time, he can pick a victim just like that.] she then bit her labrums, wondering if this was the best way to start a conversation, she smiled once more, [My name is Tiny Dancer, Lord. I be following the Luce Path.] she stated confidently, but when the luce male did not speak, she backed up slowly, unsure of his next moves.

appendages led her back, withdrawing from Cascade's presence totally. she was a few paces away when her curvate coiled in, she wanted despretly to leave, to nolonger be in his presence, with the silence, the silence she had to live with for so many moons...

[>|< C.ascade >|<]

Lambrums quavered for a moment...contemplating a sneer as the forthen lass was not, or at least, not fully arabic, but laxed as he checked himself upon this. Handcrafted summit instead, dipped lowlier in a brief salutation of his own before soft brass monotones filled the lithosphere, Indeed came hush lyri hence her greeting, these lands I wander in search of a fit wench, dove. His reply to her seemingly blunt inquiry was met cooly and calmly as thaugh it had not affected him in the least to answer...to shew the forthen czaress that he had nothing to hide.

This I know...lady. wary am I of this, Flint...thestrial king. Ah but he is, himself wrapped in his own plans now for the luce rulers. Flaxen shifts belayed a lathe flick in absent essaye to rid his pallid hide of the airborn blood userpers. Lambrums curved themselves amidst a handsome smirk toward the lass opposite before pride beholding crown dipped in one brief, diagnal notion forth his toned limerics, charmed, came the one simple lyric which seemed to hang upon the stifling aire.

Hang did he let his words before more came to pass wry, yet handsomely expressioned lambrums, Cascade, lady Tiny Dancer...it is Apollo I follow aswell. Unreadable expressions then cast a soft, yet somewhat confused stare as the petite wench backed from him.

Lithe, corded extensions drove his pallid grace in a delicate duo plight after the retreating russet frame ahead. He paced allongside the fatale, paperthins flaren, thaugh no laboured breathing could be heard, and where be you off to, lady Tiny Dancer lyrics sounded as thier usual tones, with no edges of tiredness...as if he were simply standing astill and speaking. What if a lone young drake as myself wished to court your lovely presence?

Monotones cut thier lagering as he awaited a response, preparing for the worst an outcome. Something of this petite temptress roused him, both curiosity and lust....

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Tiny Dancer

the russet contessa smiled gently, curvate uncoiling as he spoke to her in hushed altos, [Dear Lord, do not be panic striken by my foolish antics, for my past is one still haunting I.] she strode t'wards him, but paused as he mentioned courting her, [Cascade, forgive me for saying this, but I am unworthy to be courted by a handsome steed such as yourself.] she said quietly, altos still kind and gentle, like the strum of a lute. shanks led her closer to the now favored masculine, [You are, however quite arrogant for a luce.] she stated, smirking childishly.

eavesdroppers drank every word he spoke to her and she knew, Cascade was fit enough to be her virile... but she just needed time, time to know him and really appreciate what he came here for. She did not want to disrespect him, but Tiny Dancer often did, speak her mind, failing to remember the consequences of such verbs.

labrums peeled into a smile, pearls glinted in the afternoon sun, [If you are interested, dear bronc, I will share some of my past with thine.] a grateful stare was thrown to him, she nodded her tiara in full respect, and began speaking, spheres intent on the surface in which her brawny bodice stood, she began, tassel lightly blowing through her appendages, [But, he was killed. It has been quite a time so I do not remember anymore what he was murdered for, Cascade, but I do remember the pain and suffering it put me through.] she frowned deeply, unsure whether to go on or not, so she paused.

doing so, the contessa took a deep, strong breath and continued, she heaved another sigh, peering up at the strong vagabound, smiling slightly, fore appendage went limp as she managed a bow to him.

ooc| sorry for such a short post, I have NO muse whatsoever

[>|< C.ascade >|<]

Harked melarchies stifled forth as he wished not miss a single lyric of the russet dove's speech. A nod came after her primary verbs...but a delicate frown caressed soft featuresques...but for the slightness of arrogance that so sharply edged his appearence. Damoiselle...do you honestly think I am foolhardy enough to court a wench I saw unfit as a queen? Satin shifts flicked irritably as the equus equivilent of a 'brow' raised in thaught...thaught broken however, at her next omittence. humor. Expressions ever shifting, yet holding thier pompus lining besmirched quickly amidst a playful grin. Arrogance, m'love, serves more purpose than most give credit for. Brass limerics he left sweep the aire as he awaited her tunes next.

A sharp nod belayed a high poised, pallid crown at her more serious note...telling of her past. Barely audible a gasp rushed into laxed paperthins at her stating of widowing...a widow...interesting. Mug lowered intently upon it's hinged crownbearer, when a very much so audible gasp withdrew amidst coalened caverns. A foxen!? How odd!

As not to seem utterly rude, pointe raised on high once again, corded crownbearer arched in it's usual succumb manner, and expressions toned to thier unreadable stature. I so have stated forth...and naught has shifted mine thaughts, dear vixen, that you are indeed worthy of a title aside mine own. Thaugh no titles have been carried forth...I see fit to inform you that my intentions are to gain a luce terrace, and reside a duke with a preferable fatale.. Equid browline raised in a manner fit only to impress, lambrums wore a smug outlook, thaugh, reflecting from a soft, lustful gaze at the faen opposite. Your compliment does just to myself, Tiny Dancer, gratitude surely. Haughty monotones softened for her and her alone, and for this particular temptress, lyri were chosen carefully.

O o c| -glares- and you thaught YOURS was bad? lol

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

I will reply when I feel I have muse. -sighs; pokes dead muse-

[>|< C.ascade >|<]

-nods;twiddles thumbs-

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Tiny Dancer

accoustics flew forth, drinking every word that he spoke so truly, she smirked, pearls glittering, she was unmistakibly pleased with Cascade. [Lord Cascade, inviting me to your realm is bliss for one like I, I reassure you, I shall be no loss to you.] a delicate smile was worn, labrums parted as she wished to speak once more, [With Apollo guiding us safely back to our terrain, and your muscular silhouette near mine, I ask this, for in sickness or health, would you take me?] forelock swept into her pools and her cerebrum flew up to the blue yonder, shaking the matted threads from view.

[For, Lord Cascade, if the devil himself did come to our homeland, for sure, the weakest would leave, as I am positive it would be me.] she showed no fear... yet. [But, the future is unknown, for we must live as if it is our last day. So, Cascade, if you are implying I shall follow you, I grant your wishes.] harks flickered uncertainly back, she was quite the talker, sometimes not makng much sense... but that was what czar's loved about her, her capability to talk and babble about nothing.

tassel swayed elegantly from it's axis, shanks led her amble silhouette forth, muzzle lightly touched his shoulder blade lovingly, this was the first act of love, and surely not the last. altos cooed as she spoke once more, [It has been a long time since I loved a vagabound the way I love you.] twin visionnaries peered up at him expectantly, smiling gently, banner blowing in the zephyr that blew. then her ebon pools wandered away from his hand-crafted visage and she intook one last breath of this realm, taking in the caligraphy scenery before nodding her skull to her new-found love, a love she never thought possible.

but then again.........

......... everythings possible when your a tiny dancer

[>|< C.ascade >|<]

Corded extensions carried him but a step inward the lovely russet corpse opposite. Pallid auditorial receptors swiveled pleasently at her soft limerics. Tiny Dancer... take you I shall... in any circumstance I shall, no doubts lain ahead carefully chosen brass monotones belayed softly upon the aire, and for one brief instant, as placid, handcrafted features softened, they lost completely, thier sharpness of arrogance...for her and her alone.

We shall adopt a luce ducal land for our own m'love... that we may settle in the comfort of our own terrace, and live we shall...live each day as it is our last. Briefly arrogantless featuresques remained, thaugh a lustful gaze remained upon the russet frame of his love.

She was, indeed, the first fatale to make him feel as he did now. Sure, he had been with other, lowly and lone esses when he was entering his adulthood...but this had been in slight, and blind. She, on the other hand, made him feel alive...for the first time.

Yours is a love shared m'lady. Corded crownbearer extended slightly, that a coalened mug may nuzzle his newfound lover about the cheekplate. A soft gesture then made to his lady, pointing with coalwashed pointe to the thicket to the west. Thier terrace awaited to be claimed, Let us be off m'love, we must hasten if we wish the terrace unclaimed before we arrive A gentle smirk belayed upon freshly sealed lambrums as brass limerics hung softly upon the atmos. He awaited his lady's deployment before his own motions.

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O o c| 1. no muse -retches at post- 2. he's not saying she's a lowly, lone ess like the others in the third paragraph...lol, didn't mean that. 3. bleh, horrid post.

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

-grins- ok, you can get a luce terran and post there

[>|< C.ascade >|<]

O o c| mmk, flourescent forest...away xp

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

-flies after Cascade-