#thegoldendaughter

[ofrohan-andtheironhills-arc-blog]

Thegoldendaughter has visited the stables

"Miss?" Basilia looked at the dwarven woman curiously. "Can I assist you in some way?"

[the-other-elven-king]

thegoldendaughter started following you

*bows slightly* Gi nathlam hi, hiril nin.

[a-true-northern-sun]

And thus the bear curls round the sun.

There was a fire in his limps as he lay there in the hedge, the whole thing reeking of the South, of sun and warmth and lions and blood. Borem hated it. He hated that hedges were so comfortable, so useful and quick. He also hated that he had not the strength to make his own shelter and warmth. The burn in his limps, he presumed, was most likely his own body, taking revenge on him for lack of food. He was well past the grumbling and gut wrenching of his stomach, now it was throughout his body.

"If there was a way to both kill and eat you, I would. Damnable hedge."

[a-true-northern-sun]

Day in the Sun

Crows chattering outside woke Borem with an annoyed groan, eyes not bothering to open fully as he glared up at the ceiling. Huffing loudly, he sat up, pushing the clinging sheets from his legs. It must have been his being used to the North, or this place was unnaturally hot. Why else would he be unable to rest fully even down to the buff? All night he'd tossed and turned in the heat, bags under his sharp eyes as he slowly dressed. "Couldn't be any better for her, i'm sure." The northerner murmured to himself, looking to the wall that separated him from Fiona. Pulling his shirt over his head, he didn't bother with the ties at his collar, rolling the sleeves before tucking the hem into his trousers. Leaning over, he clapped against the stone wall, seeking to wake up the Lady Bear, he smirked. "That should do it."

[a-true-northern-sun]

■

"I’m not sure whether to be frightened or attracted. Wonder if she’s going to attack me…"

[thegoldendaughter]

...

[agrivs]

Moan

Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants

"Hello, sister." The brunette purred into the blonde's ear as she stood next to their uncle's throne. The room empty, he took the chance to grab the other from behind, letting his hands roam down into his siblings undergarments. The young princes' body had her pressed tightly to himself, speaking lowly into her ear.. "Mmm, someones wet." His skilled fingers traced over her inner lips, one finger slipping deep into her.

[healing-hand]

[Text] Truth or dare?

[text] err

[text] truth?