Another day alone in the marsh, another day wandering away from her home. The small, dark, enclosed body of water wasn't exactly the most happening spot for wayward travelers. Those who did find their way to their dark depths weren't often finding their way out, lured in by a voice as smooth as silk. Her eyes so clear, like her irises were droplets of the very waters she emerged from. Her aura so enchanting they had forgotten where they were going and why. It was that voice, those eyes. So transfixed that nothing else mattered to them any longer.
Today, sadly, was not one of those days. Today, ocher skin lifted from crystal clear waters. Waves spilled down her body, blue fin melting into long brown legs. Body bare, glistening with the droplets that lingered, shining in the light that filtered into the treetops, small feet brought her over to a bush, long silk fabric unfolded from a hand woven basket. A skirt that danced around brown legs, a brazier that accentuated the curves of her flat stomach and round hips.
A wily smile, wind brushing against her dampened skin, her feet moved the young girl away from her home and into the Thunder Woods. Much more life was scattered around its thick line of trees, life that would invite a copious amount of entertainment into her own. Like that little tattered tent she found on the edge of the wood.
The bright light bounced off of metal, the timid voice floated over to her ears. A smile lit her face at the sound, heading for the sounds that she had heard. The brush of grass against her bare feet announced her presence as she came upon the duo.
"Aw, Mr. Tin man, you scared the pretty little thing," she hummed with a laughter lilting her voice. Her brown skin shown bronze in the dazzling sunlight, skirt billowing around her feet.
@Gentlemanvaultboy@Serious Face
Today, sadly, was not one of those days. Today, ocher skin lifted from crystal clear waters. Waves spilled down her body, blue fin melting into long brown legs. Body bare, glistening with the droplets that lingered, shining in the light that filtered into the treetops, small feet brought her over to a bush, long silk fabric unfolded from a hand woven basket. A skirt that danced around brown legs, a brazier that accentuated the curves of her flat stomach and round hips.
A wily smile, wind brushing against her dampened skin, her feet moved the young girl away from her home and into the Thunder Woods. Much more life was scattered around its thick line of trees, life that would invite a copious amount of entertainment into her own. Like that little tattered tent she found on the edge of the wood.
The bright light bounced off of metal, the timid voice floated over to her ears. A smile lit her face at the sound, heading for the sounds that she had heard. The brush of grass against her bare feet announced her presence as she came upon the duo.
"Aw, Mr. Tin man, you scared the pretty little thing," she hummed with a laughter lilting her voice. Her brown skin shown bronze in the dazzling sunlight, skirt billowing around her feet.
@Gentlemanvaultboy@Serious Face