The first rays of a new dawn kiss his stained flesh as it washes over Dark Lake. Fiery red hair grips his scalp in a matted mess of yellow, green, and blue paint. Even now he feels the plastering substance flake and peel while other gobs of lustful streamers cling to his skin. He flexes his purple and red licked fingers, the energies of the sun slowly invigorating his body like a Spring thaw.
Lesinda, Khoom and the others still slumber in their sensual exhaustion within the manor. Or so they were when he extracted himself from the pile of spent flesh to seek this moment of solitude. His tongue darts out, tasting salted remnants of the previous nights activities upon his lips. While drinking in the sun, he feels warmed by its touch. If Druid were human, no doubt he would be sore from head to toe in a pleasant way, but aching physically all the same.
Gradually he feels the different scratches and bites along his shoulders, thighs, and arms seal and fade. Within moments the yellowish bruising about his pelvis and hip are gone, leaving behind flawless pale skin and the light splashes of paint. After a time, his skin begins to reflect the sun as if made of crystal. Inch by inch plunges into the invigorating wash of light until he's pulled up to the tips of his toes in a rigid stretch.
His hands reach for the blue heavens feeling the positive energies pulsate around him in a pressing. Druid grunts and gasps for breath that refuses to come as his wings burst and spread from his back. They cast a dominating shadow across the front of the manor with their condor's span. Twitching and shifting they spread outward from him, feathers glint as if made of steel
The moment drags on in what he feels to be an eternity before he collapses upon the marble and brick. On hand and knee, he remains still for the longest time, just breathing and feeling renewed. With care he starts to get up, feeling the unpainted tip of his dangling flesh drag across the ground, bringing his mind to remember it is time to return to the others. There was still another canvas to paint after all.
Lesinda, Khoom and the others still slumber in their sensual exhaustion within the manor. Or so they were when he extracted himself from the pile of spent flesh to seek this moment of solitude. His tongue darts out, tasting salted remnants of the previous nights activities upon his lips. While drinking in the sun, he feels warmed by its touch. If Druid were human, no doubt he would be sore from head to toe in a pleasant way, but aching physically all the same.
Gradually he feels the different scratches and bites along his shoulders, thighs, and arms seal and fade. Within moments the yellowish bruising about his pelvis and hip are gone, leaving behind flawless pale skin and the light splashes of paint. After a time, his skin begins to reflect the sun as if made of crystal. Inch by inch plunges into the invigorating wash of light until he's pulled up to the tips of his toes in a rigid stretch.
His hands reach for the blue heavens feeling the positive energies pulsate around him in a pressing. Druid grunts and gasps for breath that refuses to come as his wings burst and spread from his back. They cast a dominating shadow across the front of the manor with their condor's span. Twitching and shifting they spread outward from him, feathers glint as if made of steel
The moment drags on in what he feels to be an eternity before he collapses upon the marble and brick. On hand and knee, he remains still for the longest time, just breathing and feeling renewed. With care he starts to get up, feeling the unpainted tip of his dangling flesh drag across the ground, bringing his mind to remember it is time to return to the others. There was still another canvas to paint after all.