The Decrepit Temple of an Old God

"My progeny are numerous as the stars. and my powers as vast as space itself. Care to trifle in my business?" An NFSW OC Rp blog for a fallen god named Elin. my askbox is always open, and I will repond to messages as soon as I see them.

[elin-baiso]

“My escapades with the mistress will never leave my lips while I still yet breathe. I’m still breathing right?” He says with a soft smirk as he looks up to the sky again, knowing that it was half and half like she pointed out. “So it is. I noticed that upon my arrival, but its not the most peculiar thing I’ve ever seen.” He adds with a shrug as he keeps plucking at his violin. “Also kindly stop looking through my clothes, I can feel you checking my temp you know.”He says with his eyes now closed.

“I am not a drow. I am not an elf. I’m not a human. I don’t have a race anymore. I am myself, nothing more and nothing less. I relinquished everything about myself in my service. I am free to chose who or what I am. This is just the form I chose because it feels right.” 

“I play music to soothe what’s left of my soul. Escorting those who perish and listening to their stories for as long as I have really takes alot out of you and drains away your soul and feelings. We all can’t be as cold and unfeeling as others.” He explains as he opens his left eye and looks back at her. “If we could it would certainly make the job easier, but it would lose its point. I’m supposed to be the final person they truly interact with. I have to console them, hear their regrets, or listen to them try and bargain. Though we sometimes get that singular rare person who is content and ready to move on, which we are envious of.” 

[aerient-lewds-deactivated201907]

She was grateful he wasn’t staring at ehr chest, or her body in general but honestly she wished he had. There was time for romantics, and to be modest but she had already expressed interest in having sex so she expected aty least a little bit of oggling. 

Plus she loved watching men marvel at her own figure. Her own strength that was visible when she was wearing less. She worked hard to be strong enough for the farm and liked to have people enjoy it too. 

But there was still time in the night, so as he rubbed her back, her spine would arch and she would let out a soft hum, a back rub or wash wasn’t something she often was able to enjoy, especially alone, so she would cherish his touch. 

[elin-baiso]

He smiles and allows his hands to travel along her soft back, feeling the muscles underneath with his off hand while his other slowly brings the bar along her back. “Hmmmm.... are you sore anywhere? You have a very busy and demanding life so I’d love to relieve some tension you may have.” He says softly to her as he drops the bar onto his bag and rests his arms on her hips.

“Also you have some very nice hips my dear. They are nice and wide, giving you a very shapely rump.” He says teasing her before he gives her a smack on the butt and smirks at her goofily.

[mcapriglioneart]

how to draw arms ? ? 

[swagginsloths]

holy fuck

[shoutsofthunder]

holy fuck is right… but… does it work with legs???

[mcapriglioneart]

yes !!

[empresspinto]

but how much extend

[thunar]

^^^^^^^^^^

[kvothe-kingkiller]

[gabbyzvolt25]

I NEARLY CHOKED

[lifeofcynch]

ENJFDFNFATFVFDF

[deactivated-blog]

finally. i can be accurate

[shiny-charming]

This is too fucking great to not reblog

[wishem]

I give it MASCLES

BIG MACHO

[keithislactoseintolerant-deacti]

🤣🤣

[urhella-gaychloe]

LMAOOOOOO

[fernacular]

Okay but for anyone who legit wants to know how to calculate it correctly:

The elbow joint on average rests a couple inches higher than the navel, so if you measure how long the distance is from the middle of the shoulder to that point then you have the length of the upper and fore arms!

[fernacular]

So if anyone’s wondering about legs too, the simplest rule of thumb is that the length from the top of the leg to the knee is equal to the distance between the top of the leg and the bottom of the pectorals:

And I wanna stress that when i say “top of the leg” i’m not talking about the crotch (please don’t flag me tumblr it’s an anatomical term) i’m talking about the point where the femur connects to the pelvis, which is higher up on the hips:

It’s easier to see what I’m talking about in this photo of a man squatting: 

So yeah if you use that measurement when using this technique you should get fairly realistically proportioned legs:

But remember! messing with proportions is an important and fun part of character design! Know the rules first so you can then break them however you please!

[im-a-hyperion-vault-hunter-deac]

HOW THE HELL DID I FIND THIS POST OMG

[life-interrupts-the-fandoms]

I love that this turned from serious to shit post back to serious. Tumblhell gold!

[pinklocksoflove]

@elin-baiso

Rayven hears the entry door open and the little bell jingles. She’d been bored all day so far. Looking up from her phone she greets the potential customer.

“Hello! Welcome to The Mana Vault! Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

[elin-baiso]

“Hmmm that’s disappointing. Old games tend to have some really unique characteristics.” He says as he tilts his head back and forth. “Well I guess my next question is, do you have any really unique games or anything rare?” He asks as he absent mindedly drums on the counter and looks her over stealthily. “If not there’s not an issue, I’ll probably browse and look at the cards or strategy games you have.”

[aerient-lewds-deactivated201907]

She would give him a simple smirk and shake her head once to his question. “Food can wait. If you’re so insistent on cleaning me… Then do it~” It was almost a dare, not that he needed to be egged on further. 

She would hold an arm out and gently tug at the top that was tucked into her long skirt, allowing him to continue from there. The ball was now in his court on how to take the moment. She had enjoyed feeling him even if it wans’t explicitly sexual, and now he was given the same chance.

[elin-baiso]

He brings his hand that had been resting on her hip up slowly to pull her top up and over her body, discarding it to the side. He places his left hand on her cheek and looks silently into her eyes. There was no need for words at this moment, only passion and the heat of the moment. His right hand comes down behind her and gently runs fingertips down her spine before resting on the small of her back. He lowers his head down and kisses her softly as he takes his hand off the small of her back. Within moments he pours a trickle of cold water down her spine mid kiss, his lips pulling into a soft smirk. With her back now wet, he proceeds to gently rub the bar against it.

[aerient-lewds-deactivated201907]

“Yes i am enjoying myself. “She would admit to him, her hands still moving along his back. She was honest to say the least. “Not having much… commitment is allowing me to actually admire you physically, instead of assess and see you only as a helper.” 

She then gently pull on his shoulder downward to confirm she wanted him to kneel down. But once he was knelt down she wouldn’t continue on his back. Instead she would move ti his front, gently handing him the soap before cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss. 

“Lets not beat around the bush tonight. Finish up cleaning, come eat, and we’ll see where the night takes us.”

[elin-baiso]

He wasn’t expecting the kiss, but he allows it to happen. After she pulls away and speaks he smiles softly as he rises back to his feet. “Why don’t I return the favor. Don’t you need to wash up still?” He asks her as his right hand moves to her hip to slowly pull her closer to him, his body pressing as close as her ample breasts would allow. “If you’d allow me to help, I bet we can get you nice and clean. I’m pretty good with my hands.” He says with a smirk as he caresses her hip softly. “Or are you that famished and need a snack?”

[elin-baiso]

“It’s a vast place with who knows how many, well actually I do, beings dying every moment. Death needs all the help it can get.” He says as he taps her hand with the bow as his playing is interrupted by her moment of playing doctor. “Normally its polite to ask before you touch people. If you are checking to see whether or not I am alive, the answer is maybe. I’m at a weird middle ground of immortality and semi invulnerability.”                                                                                                                                                                                            “I’ve forgotten most of who/what I was before my time working. I know some details; however, the rest are rather fuzzy?” He explains as he plucks absent mindedly at the violin strings instead of playing on the off chance she decides to touch him again. “But in the end I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’m never really in one place long enough for names to come into play.”                                                                                                                                                                             “That’s a very odd.... metaphor.” He says with a shrug as he looks her up and down quickly. “See I don’t really need to have that power in this case. Your outfit leaves little to the imagination.” He explains as he gestures up and down with the violin bow. “However, I’m not really getting much satisfaction either way. I prefer a bit more foreplay? No no, that’s not the word. Sensuality? Maybe. I prefer outfits to be more enticing or sensual rather than just leaving everything to be seen.”

[elin-baiso]

“I one was; however, you didn’t say the right one.” He says calmly as he continues to play his eyes still closed as he’s more focused on the actual music than whatever was questioning him. “I do find my peace in enjoying the beauty that life has created though.” He continues on, more musing to himself than answering her questions at the moment.

After about twenty more seconds, he draws his bow across the violin playing one final note to end his concert. Afterwards, he turns to face his questioner. The violin fades into a black nothingness before disappearing, freeing his hands, which he uses to pull his long white hair from his face to tie back into a long ponytail. He quickly looks her up and down with brilliantly bright purple irises, a lone black tattoo rests under his left eye that marks him as belonging to death.

“As I said before, you didn’t say which aspect I USED to work for. I’ve since retired and I’m finding both penance and peace in my travels to experience some of life’s creations. The undead tend to be rather cynical as well and if you had to spend all eternity listening to them it would drive you insane.” He says with a yawn. “Your next question is going to be how I got here. Well I was such a diligent employee that death allowed me to keep my skeleton key so I may go where I please.” 

[korras-playground]

“Oh yeah, couldn’t tell with your goth undertones…” korra rolled her eyes as she read the room, being a sarcastic smartass to match. She let him finish, though she was half impressed to see he cared more about his song than her. Though the other half was a mild annoyance.

She smirked as he looked her down, snickering, “geez, I could call you a thousand things but Drizzt is probably my favorite.” She mused. “Jokes on you, I’ve met death. Also gotten railed by death… twice. So needy and clingy… so glad that’s over with.” Korra mused, smirking at the thought. Though she was usually the one to play mindreader.

“Yeah, about that. You see… this world has a certain… how do I put this… lack of existence on any known map in the entire universe. I’ve spent countless eons making sure no one in the entire universe knows where me and my pets are. So the only reason your here is because Fate decided it would be amusing.” She turned toward the sky and shouted, “having a good show, Gemini queen?!” Before crossing her arms and continuing calmly. “I’d go into my tragic backstory but you haven’t unlocked that feature yet.”

“So Drizzy boy, yes I know that’s not your real name, what do you actually want here? Can’t tell me you only want to wander and play music all the time.”

[elin-baiso]

“Well you’ll be sorely disappointed in my answer, because that is exactly what I do nowadays.” He says with a slight smirk as he stretches and looks up at the sky for a moment. “As for your universe comment, I don’t get to pick my destinations anymore. It’s purely random where my doors take me.” He says as he plucks the skeleton key out of thin air, flashes it to her, and then makes it disappear just as quickly as it appeared. “As for my name, most call me The Traveler now, but my actual name is Elin Baiso. Well at least it was before I became a reaper.” He explains as he rubs his chin and thinks for a few moments. “Though your comment about being able to call me a thousand things isn’t far off. When you’ve been alive as long as I have and traveled as much as I have, names just get attached to you by others. Wanderer is also a popular one.” “As for my appearance, I try not to retain the facade of death. It tends to cling to you though, makes you rather gaunt or lethargic.” He says musingly. “I did enjoy what it did to my hair though. The reapers marks and seals are also rather interesting tattoos to keep.” He adds as he taps the tattoo under his eye with the tip of his violin bow that reappeared in his hand. “There are more all over my body if you’d care to do an inspection~.” He says with a wink before rosining up his bow and beginning to play again.

[pinklocksoflove]

@elin-baiso

Rayven hears the entry door open and the little bell jingles. She’d been bored all day so far. Looking up from her phone she greets the potential customer.

“Hello! Welcome to The Mana Vault! Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

[elin-baiso]

Elin walks in and gives her a nod as the heavy black headphones cover his ears. His long white hair is tied back into a ponytail that hangs down his back. He looks up from his phone and pushes his headphones off his head and towards his neck, before pocketing his phone and pulling the hair out from between the band and his neck. “You can possibly help me actually. I’m looking for some really old games. Something unique perhaps.” He says with a shrug as he walks to the counter and leans on it.

[aerient-lewds-deactivated201907]

She would stop her steps as she stood near the door. She was thinking about jsut.. going in and not worrying about getting close to him yet. enjoy their meal then start things… But if he was offering a chance…

“I suppose I can help.” She states as she walks over to him and takes whatever bar he possessed and would begin to genuinely clean his back. Which woudl let ehr other hand feel his back, something most dind’t really indulge in but back muscles said a lot about a person, and she was going to take her time to enjoy his. 

She wasn’t dainty herself. under her dress there were a deal of muscles. During of seasons she had to do all the hard work. She wasn’t body builder levels but she didn’t need to be. Just a good amount of strength that he would get to enjoy as she was now. 

[elin-baiso]

He tenses his back slightly at her touch. It had been sometime since anyone had touched his back. It was a rather sensitive area on his body. He slowly brings his left hand back and rests it on her corresponding hip. “I appreciate your help.” He says softly and he adjusts his grip on his hair, pulling it further aside to give her more access. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks her as he slightly looks over his shoulder to watch her.

“Do you need me to kneel down a bit? I’m a bit tall.” He asks her after a few moments of thought on his end. He admittedly was rather distracted by her physique. While she wore loose clothes, he could tell that she had some decent strength about her. She also was a quite curvaceous young woman, probably causing many young men to fall head over heels for her.

[elin-baiso]

“I one was; however, you didn’t say the right one.” He says calmly as he continues to play his eyes still closed as he’s more focused on the actual music than whatever was questioning him. “I do find my peace in enjoying the beauty that life has created though.” He continues on, more musing to himself than answering her questions at the moment.

After about twenty more seconds, he draws his bow across the violin playing one final note to end his concert. Afterwards, he turns to face his questioner. The violin fades into a black nothingness before disappearing, freeing his hands, which he uses to pull his long white hair from his face to tie back into a long ponytail. He quickly looks her up and down with brilliantly bright purple irises, a lone black tattoo rests under his left eye that marks him as belonging to death.

“As I said before, you didn’t say which aspect I USED to work for. I’ve since retired and I’m finding both penance and peace in my travels to experience some of life’s creations. The undead tend to be rather cynical as well and if you had to spend all eternity listening to them it would drive you insane.” He says with a yawn. “Your next question is going to be how I got here. Well I was such a diligent employee that death allowed me to keep my skeleton key so I may go where I please.” 

[elin-baiso]

The Hand of Fate

For one who had stripped those at the end of their road, whether it be long or short, to find peace and true happiness within the small moments of life was ironic at best. He found joy in music and creation now that he had retired and often found himself using his first creation, a skeleton key, to travel from world to world to find the quietest spots for him to play to his hearts content.

In some places he’d draw an audience, in others, he’d have none. He didn’t mind either way as he enjoyed interacting with the living as they tended to be less cynical than the dead. Overtime his hollow self was reborn into a charismatic figure who found beauty in life. His words were said to be as soothing as a summers breeze and the music he played wherever he went, was comparable to that of the gentle spring rains.

He was truly happy in his retirement, albeit a bit lonely. Nobody was ever able to accompany him as he traveled from world to world, only his violin, his only companion. With a forelorn look over his shoulder at the cliffs overlooking the setting sun on a quiet beach, he turns the key in the air and steps through the door that forms. He steps through into a quiet valley, between a grand mountain range and an endless forest. He takes a long breath before he closes his eyes and begins to play. @korras-playground

[aerient-lewds-deactivated201907]

@elin-baiso

“My name is Elin Baiso.” He says with a slight bow. “I would be more than happy to run your delivery for you tomorrow. It will be no trouble to me as a return for your hospitality. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll quickly go wash up to give you more privacy.” He adds before he picks his pack back up and turns towards her home to head to the well.

Once there he shrugs off his linen shirt, leaving only his leather pants on. He draws a bucket from the well and steps away from the water. He leans over and pours it on the back of his head and down his long mass of hair that is resting against his back. His muscles tense at first due to the chill, but he gets over it quickly as he sets the bucket down and begins to wring out his hair. Afterwards, he ties it up to let it dry and starts to splash some water over his chest before reaching into his pack to pull out a honey scented bar and rubbing it against his flesh before rinsing himself again.

She would go about finishing her duties, making sure all the animals were well off and happy. many she had to calm down and relax but once everyone was in their place she would step outside. She closed the door gently and would step closer to the well and jsut… watch him for a bit. 

She rarely had the opportunity to be sexual with people. In town she had to keep her image, here they were her workers but this man… This man could scratch an itch MAlon thought she’d pushed down far enough not to worry about it. 

She wouldn’t act right away, instead watching him until he noticed she was there, at which point she would speak up. 

“I’m going to go inside now. I’ll leave the door open. Close the gate if you don’t mind before coming in?”

[elin-baiso]

“Hmmm...? Do you mean the front gate?” He asks as he slowly looks up and over his shoulder at her, his well muscled arms moving up to let his hair down. The setting sun is slightly silhouetting his form as his long hair falls around him; however, his vibrant purple eyes never seem to fade in color as he watches her for a moment. 

A knowing smile gently graces his face as he watches her walk towards her home. She had been watching him from the barn and he had noticed her. He didn’t mind her attentions, her longing gaze as she watched him. In fact, he rather enjoyed her attentions.

“Miss Malon.” He says softly as one hand moves behind the nape of his neck, pushing his long white hair aside. “Would you be so kind as to wash my back? Its quite hard to get to as I have to hold my hair aside.”

[aerient-deactivated20190702]

I jsut need to get all of them into their pens.. “She states, motioning to the animals around her. “If you insist on helping however, as you’re going in to town tomorrow would you mind taking a delivery to the castle for me?” It was a simple task, and if it was stolen it’s not like he would make off with much ,as it was simply an order confirmation for the princess. However it still gave him a way to repay her with a duty and made things ‘balanced’ 

“Right besides my home there’s a well.you can clean up and by the time you’re done i should be too.” she informs him, letting him do that. She wasn’t a stranger to guests, or men in her home. she had a few farm hands in the more busy times of the year who often stayed the night, but never did she have potential.. .freedom with them like she did with him. 

“My name is Malon by the way. this is my family’s ranch but my father is… Retired so Lon Lon ranch is entirely mine.” 

[elin-baiso]

“My name is Elin Baiso.” He says with a slight bow. “I would be more than happy to run your delivery for you tomorrow. It will be no trouble to me as a return for your hospitality. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll quickly go wash up to give you more privacy.” He adds before he picks his pack back up and turns towards her home to head to the well.

Once there he shrugs off his linen shirt, leaving only his leather pants on. He draws a bucket from the well and steps away from the water. He leans over and pours it on the back of his head and down his long mass of hair that is resting against his back. His muscles tense at first due to the chill, but he gets over it quickly as he sets the bucket down and begins to wring out his hair. Afterwards, he ties it up to let it dry and starts to splash some water over his chest before reaching into his pack to pull out a honey scented bar and rubbing it against his flesh before rinsing himself again.

@zoes-harem

[elin-baiso]

Write to me, and escape

(For your own pleasure: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbkWDDmV7-M)

It had been quite sometime since he had taken an actual vacation, not just hopping from one place to another to run errands. He looks down at his workbench where many…MANY… failed experiments, discarded papers, charred books, and various broken jars lay scattered about. With a sigh he turns on his heel, only to stub his toe on the rest of the junk littered about his study. As he hops around on one foot muttering profanities to make the slight hurt fade he trips and goes headlong into a stack of books. “….Maybe I do have a problem…” He says with a huff before another book falls and smack him in the head. “….A problem I’ll deal with after a vacation. Goodbye workshop. Hello Bermuda.” He says as he stands up with a hop, dusting himself off, and turning the sweater and jeans combo into a shirtless and Bermuda shorts combo. With a snap of his fingers he disappears in a cloud of thick black smoke that falls to the floor and fades into nothing. 

In an instant, a room that had been full of mess and junk become a beautiful sandy beach with a few other occupants; however, he pays them no mid as he stretches and looks around for the closet shady spot by a palm tree. To him this was his paradise, a quiet island with ocean so blue you almost couldn’t tell where the sky meets the horizon. A place where the breeze was always so soft and gentle much like the caress of a lover. It was here that every problem in the word just melted away and one could truly find the little respite and touch of peace they desired. @sxgarspiceallthingsnice

[sxgarspiceallthingsnice-deactiv]

The  trip had been long needed. While she loved being at home and working at her Mother’s bakery, some time to herself was needed and deserved. The holiday itself was pushed to Dot by her Mother, so after some discussion of where to go, this seemed like the best place, and probably the most ‘exotic’ she had been to. It was the first time she had gone on holiday by herself, and despite her usual confidence, it was a new experience for her.

But, she had been there for a few days now, and for the most part had settled in. After experiencing and trying the food, and exploring, the nerves of flying and traveling by herself had almost completely gone. Today was a beach day, which for her meant eating plenty of food and taking plenty of photos, while coating herself in high SPF sun protection.

Heading down to the beach, she stopped and pulled off her sandals, dropping them into her beach bag. Dressed in baby pink shorts, with a simple white tank top, she wasn’t going to be doing any swimming, so figured she would just simply wear shorts and a top. It was bright and sunny, a part of her brain questioning why she had chosen such a warm climate to spend a few weeks in. For now, she didn’t settle anywhere, and simply went about taking photos on the quiet beach. It was the perfect moment to do so.

[elin-baiso]

He had taken his time as he walked along the beach, letting the waves wash around his ankles and his toes dig into the sand. After a few minutes of walking he comes across the more populated section of the shoreline, he hadn’t been here in awhile so he didn’t know that they built a resort here. It was mildly disappointing, as there used to be a really nice cabana here that was always unoccupied and had a comfy hammock in it. Now it looks like he’d have to pay for the resort or work a little of his “charm”; however, that’s something he’d do later. He bends over and picks up a rock and throws it, sending it skipping. He needed to be doing something simple so he could people watch without seeming weird. His eyes scan the beach slowly, under the pretense of finding another skipping rock or a shell, as he watches the limited number of tourists laugh and lounge about. He notices a few guests at first, but they weren’t really very remarkable. He can only assume that it’s not a popular traveling season currently, so guests would be at a much lower number. He could probably get a room for cheap. He walks quietly along the shore still glancing around, not finding anything until he notices a shorter black haired beauty that piques his interest. She had such soft features and pretty eyes. When in a crowd she might be able to blend in; however, once you actually looked at everyone, she’d be the prettiest.

[aerient-deactivated20190702]

She would jump at the sudden return voice, not expecting anything other than the sounds of animals, and would swiftly turn to the source. Her form relaxed upon seeing someone who looked jsut absolutely tired and fatigued. 

Upon hearing his story she would nod to him and step over, setting the basket of treats down and giving him a more personal conversation. Nearly all the animals were quiet and staring at them both. 

“You’re more than welcome to stay the night. But i won’t make you stay out here. We have a few nocturnal animals who like to be active and they do not make for good room mates. You can come into the home, I have a couch you can rest on for the night and eat dinner with me.” 

She always did what she could to help others,and if it’s jsut one night she never worried to greatly about it. “And don’t worry about paying me back. I feel doing the right thing is enough for me.”

[elin-baiso]

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says first as he lifts his other foot to rub the tenderness away. “Ahhh thank you for your gracious show of hospitality. I greatly appreciate it.” He says as he slides his cloth shoes back onto his feet and bows slightly to her. “If possible please let me give or make you a token of my gratitude.” He says as his long white hair comes loose from the ponytail and falls down around his face and onto his back.

After pulling it back into a ponytail he reties it with a purple silk strand that matches his eyes and nods to her curtly. As he glances around the barn. “Do you have any other duties you need to attend to? If so I’d also be willing to help you, seeing as nobody else is around.” He offers as he finally stands back up straight, showing his full height. “If not, do you by chance have a trough or well where I can wash up? I don’t want to track sweat and travel grime into your home.”

[elin-baiso]

Write to me, and escape

(For your own pleasure: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbkWDDmV7-M)

It had been quite sometime since he had taken an actual vacation, not just hopping from one place to another to run errands. He looks down at his workbench where many...MANY... failed experiments, discarded papers, charred books, and various broken jars lay scattered about. With a sigh he turns on his heel, only to stub his toe on the rest of the junk littered about his study. As he hops around on one foot muttering profanities to make the slight hurt fade he trips and goes headlong into a stack of books. “....Maybe I do have a problem...” He says with a huff before another book falls and smack him in the head. “....A problem I’ll deal with after a vacation. Goodbye workshop. Hello Bermuda.” He says as he stands up with a hop, dusting himself off, and turning the sweater and jeans combo into a shirtless and Bermuda shorts combo. With a snap of his fingers he disappears in a cloud of thick black smoke that falls to the floor and fades into nothing. 

In an instant, a room that had been full of mess and junk become a beautiful sandy beach with a few other occupants; however, he pays them no mid as he stretches and looks around for the closet shady spot by a palm tree. To him this was his paradise, a quiet island with ocean so blue you almost couldn’t tell where the sky meets the horizon. A place where the breeze was always so soft and gentle much like the caress of a lover. It was here that every problem in the word just melted away and one could truly find the little respite and touch of peace they desired. @sxgarspiceallthingsnice