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An excerable exercise in tedium. The noble savage elf man was uneasy. The frost was coming and he had failed to gather enough turnips to make it through the winter. Also for a week now he had been feeling stirrings, but knew not how to satisfy his innocent urges. Mostly he had been letting off steam by bashing the brains of baby frogs out on racks and grinning as they slid down lazily.
He heard a unidentified noise and scurry up the nearest tree in the stench filled morass. A beautiful elf madien riding a mystical unicorn. They were galloping to escape the fat dragon demon that had smelled happy goodness and decided to get a snackums.
It had been many years since the Elf savage had seen another person, let alone a voloputuess elven goddess. Her shirt gauzy and torn from her strenous exercentions a top her noble steed, struggled vailantly and failed miserable to concel the bouncy warm holiness of her breast. On look at those sweet honkers sent the elf savage into communion with his god. Her glorious hair flowed behind her like a golden stream. Faster than the wind the pair rode with the dragon ever gaining. The savage new without his help they were goners, as the unicorn would assuradely ingure its paw in the gnarled underbrush, and trechous sinkholes littered throughtout the landscape like so many holes.
The boy nimbly jumped the 30 feet to the base of the tree and screamed. "Follow me." He quickly led them to a cave, and took another look at his destiny.
The elf madien first reaction to her destiny, was a disgusted look of dismay and pity. Over the next hours that look of disgusted dismay turned to a look of disgusted resignation as they madien was overpowered by his entrities both of broken elvish, and psyhical. And finally her face assumed the position of unabashed rapture as the Elf savage realesed thirteen years of frustration, resentment, and confusion into the night air.
Continued next week.
He heard a unidentified noise and scurry up the nearest tree in the stench filled morass. A beautiful elf madien riding a mystical unicorn. They were galloping to escape the fat dragon demon that had smelled happy goodness and decided to get a snackums.
It had been many years since the Elf savage had seen another person, let alone a voloputuess elven goddess. Her shirt gauzy and torn from her strenous exercentions a top her noble steed, struggled vailantly and failed miserable to concel the bouncy warm holiness of her breast. On look at those sweet honkers sent the elf savage into communion with his god. Her glorious hair flowed behind her like a golden stream. Faster than the wind the pair rode with the dragon ever gaining. The savage new without his help they were goners, as the unicorn would assuradely ingure its paw in the gnarled underbrush, and trechous sinkholes littered throughtout the landscape like so many holes.
The boy nimbly jumped the 30 feet to the base of the tree and screamed. "Follow me." He quickly led them to a cave, and took another look at his destiny.
The elf madien first reaction to her destiny, was a disgusted look of dismay and pity. Over the next hours that look of disgusted dismay turned to a look of disgusted resignation as they madien was overpowered by his entrities both of broken elvish, and psyhical. And finally her face assumed the position of unabashed rapture as the Elf savage realesed thirteen years of frustration, resentment, and confusion into the night air.
Continued next week.