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Razvan Shonski Descriptive Writing

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Razvan Shonski: This rising finds me with an idea going around in my head. As soon as I open my eyes and my body comes to life my gaze rests for a moment over the motionless figure of Ivory. My eyes follow along the delicate curves of body, to her dark ebony braid. With each passing, my smile grows as my hand caresses with extreme delicacy the almost invisible scars that contour her full and inviting breasts. The slight shiver coming from Ivory fills me with an ardent and uncontrollable desire, but I am more focused now on my idea before succumbing to the passion rising in me. Without wasting any time I get up and with a simple waving of my hand I dress myself and tie my dark hair with a leather strap. My mind extends to our wolves; Raja, Farkas and Blaez raise their snouts and …show more content…

All is calm. After feeding, my mind runs again to the wolves ~ ml. Well, my friends. We must find our surprise for Ivory. Would you help me? ~ howling again, Raja, Blaze and Farkas run into the woods, obeying my order. Moments later a call from Raja tells me they found something. Walking quietly I head there, enjoying the magic of the forest; my mind extends to Ivory 's, overwhelming her with pure and intense love. And there it is, as unique and beautiful as my love herself, fully bloomed under the moonlight ... the perfect gift. Without wasting time I take the delicate black orchid in my hands, stroking Raja 's soft fur. "Well done, my friend, you have found it. Now we must go back home, I need to get back to my fel ku kuuluaak sívam belsö-my beloved one." My thoughts solely on Ivory and our wolves, I return to my home, grateful for every moment that I live, for every new rising that I share with my love and because I have a home to which I belong

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