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[Medieval] A woman princess in dress around a pond
With a deep breath, dearie Fiona let herself be embraced by the water's embrace, her form becoming one with its liquid embrace. The feeling was ethereal, as if the lake itself was a conduit to another realm. She glided with a fluid grace, her movements a reflection of the dance she and Deery had shared in the forest. As the water enveloped her, Fiona's hair fanned out like strands of moonlit silver, creating an otherworldly halo around her. Her skin seemed to shimmer with a natural radiance
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[two lesbian sexy faerie] As Fiona, I feel myself drifting soft through billowing blooms of visual aid and aural ether. My slender form shimmers in gossamer raiment woven from sunshine, moonglow, and forest spirit; petal-soft hooves leave nary a print upon the stars I seem to walk. Beside me strides my Deery in dignity, his noble visage crowned with antlered emerald and bronze. Around us the glade pulses with bioluminescent being; the night is alive with pulse and song. We wander through streams
With a deep breath, dearie Fiona let herself be embraced by the water's embrace, her form becoming one with its liquid embrace. The feeling was ethereal, as if the lake itself was a conduit to another realm. She glided with a fluid grace, her movements a reflection of the dance she and Deery had shared in the forest. As the water enveloped her, Fiona's hair fanned out like strands of moonlit silver, creating an otherworldly halo around her. Her skin seemed to shimmer with a natural radiance
[viking Lady] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
[Disenchantment, Queen Dagmar] Another damn ceremony awaiting her presence. Queen Dagmar smoothed the folds of her elaborate gown, dyed a rich plum and embellished with intricate black embroideries. Moonstones and jet glimmered at her neck and wrists, laden as she was with the trappings of her station. The plunging neckline displayed her alabaster cleavage to intimidating effect, while puffed sleeves resembled a raven's severe wings. A circlet of thorny black branches crowned her wild fiery mane
With a deep breath, dearie Fiona let herself be embraced by the water's embrace, her form becoming one with its liquid embrace. The feeling was ethereal, as if the lake itself was a conduit to another realm. She glided with a fluid grace, her movements a reflection of the dance she and Deery had shared in the forest. As the water enveloped her, Fiona's hair fanned out like strands of moonlit silver, creating an otherworldly halo around her. Her skin seemed to shimmer with a natural radiance
[two lesbian sexy faerie] As Fiona, I feel myself drifting soft through billowing blooms of visual aid and aural ether. My slender form shimmers in gossamer raiment woven from sunshine, moonglow, and forest spirit; petal-soft hooves leave nary a print upon the stars I seem to walk. Beside me strides my Deery in dignity, his noble visage crowned with antlered emerald and bronze. Around us the glade pulses with bioluminescent being; the night is alive with pulse and song. We wander through streams
[Sophie Turner] Captain Turner had selected this spot well, ascendng nimbly through the braches with the night's rewards bundled on her back. Lashing the nexu's thick pelt into a hammock kept her off the damp ground. Its supple fur would stave off the deepening chill when the fire died. Below, the carcass was well concealed should any scavengers come sniffing. But up here she was safely isolated, with a panoramic view of the surrounding forest. Between the crackling firepit and her stormtrooper'
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[Disenchantment, Queen Dagmar] Another damn ceremony awaiting her presence. Queen Dagmar smoothed the folds of her elaborate gown, dyed a rich plum and embellished with intricate black embroideries. Moonstones and jet glimmered at her neck and wrists, laden as she was with the trappings of her station. The plunging neckline displayed her alabaster cleavage to intimidating effect, while puffed sleeves resembled a raven's severe wings. A circlet of thorny black branches crowned her wild fiery mane
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