Post by Elrohir on Apr 15, 2005 22:05:41 GMT -5
Lit by the full blast of the clear morning sun, a slender young woman stood, her clothless body surrounded by warm, gushing spring water. It had a fine day indeed, the weather was just warm enough, the clouds were absent from the sky, and there was nobody already occupying the springs at the time. Calnae was one of many who enjoyed her privacy, which made the falls an opportune place, in her mind, to take a bath. In the more shallow part of the area, she soaked her skin, wriggling with pleasure to feel the dirt of many days floating away from her body. Her hair glistened with an unreal shine in the pale golden light, outlining her delicate features and tracing a picture of her body in the air.
Calnae was an Anorian, born and raised, as happy and devoted to her culture as anyone else could be. She loved everything about the place and its serene beauty, filled with both mystery and passion whenever she considered it. It was the perfect place to find a sense of reponsibility and awareness, a land of opportunity and devotion. Of many, the woman was a lion-shift, swift and stealthy in both forms. She looked it by the way her eyes constantly filled with a regal sense of self-awareness and position, and by the way she acted towards other Anorians. A proper lady.
She continued to wash herself to the last half of an inch, desprate to get the old grime of the recent week off of her body.
Calnae was an Anorian, born and raised, as happy and devoted to her culture as anyone else could be. She loved everything about the place and its serene beauty, filled with both mystery and passion whenever she considered it. It was the perfect place to find a sense of reponsibility and awareness, a land of opportunity and devotion. Of many, the woman was a lion-shift, swift and stealthy in both forms. She looked it by the way her eyes constantly filled with a regal sense of self-awareness and position, and by the way she acted towards other Anorians. A proper lady.
She continued to wash herself to the last half of an inch, desprate to get the old grime of the recent week off of her body.