[the ivory wench spun to face him, her tapered listeners delving into the tangled locks upon her crest . a shrill scream emanated from her, a look of rage overtaking the fearful expression that had once been plastered upon her countenance . the crimson steed was gone, replaced by this arrogant brute from some other land, and the alabaster was not happy about this new intruder . she'd just gotten rid of one of them - why couldn't they just leave her alone? . for all his fancy posturing, the stag didn't scare her and her skitzophrenic mind . she strode nearer, her shoulders squared up to the intruder, gaze locked upon him in a show of dominance, demanding his respect . her curvature snaked out, moving back and forth as a steed would to drive on his harem, or a dominant mare to a subordinate . when she was nearly touching him, she stopped, her gaze tightly fastened upon the brute]
| talking nonsense and nonsensical
these ain’t just visions of sugar plums
dancing in my head
this is real life baby
so get with it |
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