Lagertha
Devilishly Wicked
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2014
- Location
- Conneticut
Peace was something hard to come by, but every year the two clans of elves decided to come together absent skin and religious beliefs. It was just what they needed, to forget their differences, to hide them and to celebrate the coming of the 7 suns and 7 moons.
Entering the complex of the altar was something different. There were swirls of light at the top of the altar. Little bugs lighting up the big expanse of the room. Statues of the goddess of sun and the father of the moon wrapped around the inside of the altar. Here, was the only place the two races could come together to celebrate the coming of a new year. There were drinks around the outside of the room, music playing in the air and people floating around dancing with their masks. Telling a sun elf from a moon elf was a lot harder then to be expected. Not only did the masks cover most of their face, the lights were dimmed and different flurries of colors were painted on the skin that light up in the building. The paint was even in the hair, masking the color from one another.
She stood in awe at the beauty of it, her friend brushed her on the shoulder laughing at her expression. Lura blinked, shoving some of her hair behind her ear. Her hair was slightly shorter than most elves, a little past her shoulders where most elvish women's hair went past their butts. Her small round face turned to look at her friend. Her long lashes blinked covering her eyes behind the mask of an old forgotten elven archer. This was the first time Lura had been ever to step inside the temple. To indulge in the madness of drinking and flirting with strangers, not knowing if one was from her clan or the opposing one, Lura squealed in anticipation. Her small hands clapped together.
The dress she wore barely covered anything, her large firm round breasts were visible through the sides, the dress connected under her breasts and a long piece of cloth came down from the front or the back stopping at her ankles. Her panties were tied together on the sides and Lura's feet were bear. She looked at her friend who made a face at her before disappearing into the crowd. Lura huffed before pushing past the crowd of strangers trying to find her friend as they danced and laughed. But every way she turned everyone looked the same.
Entering the complex of the altar was something different. There were swirls of light at the top of the altar. Little bugs lighting up the big expanse of the room. Statues of the goddess of sun and the father of the moon wrapped around the inside of the altar. Here, was the only place the two races could come together to celebrate the coming of a new year. There were drinks around the outside of the room, music playing in the air and people floating around dancing with their masks. Telling a sun elf from a moon elf was a lot harder then to be expected. Not only did the masks cover most of their face, the lights were dimmed and different flurries of colors were painted on the skin that light up in the building. The paint was even in the hair, masking the color from one another.
She stood in awe at the beauty of it, her friend brushed her on the shoulder laughing at her expression. Lura blinked, shoving some of her hair behind her ear. Her hair was slightly shorter than most elves, a little past her shoulders where most elvish women's hair went past their butts. Her small round face turned to look at her friend. Her long lashes blinked covering her eyes behind the mask of an old forgotten elven archer. This was the first time Lura had been ever to step inside the temple. To indulge in the madness of drinking and flirting with strangers, not knowing if one was from her clan or the opposing one, Lura squealed in anticipation. Her small hands clapped together.
The dress she wore barely covered anything, her large firm round breasts were visible through the sides, the dress connected under her breasts and a long piece of cloth came down from the front or the back stopping at her ankles. Her panties were tied together on the sides and Lura's feet were bear. She looked at her friend who made a face at her before disappearing into the crowd. Lura huffed before pushing past the crowd of strangers trying to find her friend as they danced and laughed. But every way she turned everyone looked the same.