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[moluska]

::Cayla moans in anguish at the loss of all her pretty somethings. She entertains the thought of giving herself to the river as she stumbles through the forest, tears making rivulets down the dirt caked on her skin. Trying to find comfort in something, anything, she collapses amidst the roots of an old oak tree. It smells of loam and earthworms.

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[daydreamwaste]

is it strange that i found that erotic?... and by erotic i mean sexual.

there there rittle cayra... the prettys will be back someday, although possibly not, and i do imagine that there may be other pretties along the way.

[moluska]

I suppose... but new pretties do not mean as much as the old ones.

And no, I suppose that's not strange. Dirt and rot do have their own sex appeal, after all. heh heh. Perhaps all my thoughts are secretly lusty ones

[drowningicarus]

*Tamara watches the young nymph in her desperate wandering with a surge of lust. She picks up an earthworm and licks it tentatively. This makes her grimace.*

You are just so cute.

C'est mignon.

[moluska]

Oh mignon!

Don't deny it, that worm tasted like the sweetest of sex! Oh, I know