[AW] no church in the wild

[Euryale]

two hours earlier; soft, spreads of silk, moves over the maiden. against the dim, sooty ambience of denocte's impenetrable fortress. a breathing phoenix, stirs - wakes. lush, were the baroque pillows, frayed in chiffon lace. richly arched, to receive her frame in their silken lathering. her scarlet bodice, & their rosy curvature; the inhale & exhale of her bosom, falling in rhythm to candles' luminosity.

 all lurid rooms, carved of stygian pathways & marble allure. their blackened walls, groaning with lovers' weight. shifting, to the heat of such clandestine touch. euryale, banshee; viper - elegant, languishing fervently as she slips from bedside to floor, in seductive ruin. summoned, by the tireless hiss of a restless city. it ached for retribution. denocte, for all her isolation, compels euryale. the macavellians of denocte, were estranged, mysterious beings; nothing short of enigmatic desires. euryale, is drawn to their sensous riots; like wolf, to lamb. recalling, the unearthly palace in all its thirsty allurement. how regal, their ivorn spheres. carved of marble & exuding porcelain luxuries. upon first entrance, she were slicked by the heat of bodily soiree. the torrid lawlessness of drunken pleasure, of noise, of laughter & roving incense. carousing in wild festivity. it were a sumptuous vision. euryale was raised by wolves - by gypsies; wealth & gluttony, were new to her.

Here, now; the rain moves her. Her thoughts, play upon the city. Deluge, slicks her toned physique; pressing, into the warm, curving flesh of euryale's spine. wet, crimson hair, freed; collects behind her nape, in their lush, feathery abandon. A fragrance, lingering in its femininity, temporarily stills Euryale.  Roseate pupils, latching to the flower maiden, that so traversed below. Following starlight, with a passive gaze. "Just another wandering soul," The gorgon's voice, criminally soft; shrill, dark. an auroral, & chiming whisper, laced with the subtle luster of fangs. Euryale laughs; a soft, delicate dove-like sound. Although the laughter, did not reach her eyes. "You must be from here."

@Jezanna Not at all, looking forward. Sorry for such a naked post. I hope to get a postscript soon. ^.^