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[cancanagh]

Darker than wickedness was his hair, falling unbound past his shoulders. As compelling as forbidden pleasure was his countenance.

He has made his home a part of the forest, should any maiden take to wandering on this autumn day. The change in living space is not lost on him, but he is not upset by it, this new place has much more life than his old

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[born_of_agdus]

Well, this looks like Agdistis' type, so here's a breathtakingly beautiful young--we'll assume Cancanagh is approaching naively from behind and call it a--maiden, vibrant golden curls, divinely soft skin, small breasts stirring with each (not quite maidenly) snore. Agdistis is napping on the middle of the forest, on a bed of moss and leaves. A burgundy ribbon holds back the golden curls, and rings of gold band her fingers and arms.

However, if the viewer should walk around to the front of the figure, he might discover that Agdistis is not just female, and what's more, the demi-god seems to be having some very interesting dreams.

[cancanagh]

Curious, curious, such bright life. Cancanagh half kneels behind the sleeper and strokes the golden locks, gently gently, so as not to scare, if they are the type to do so.

[born_of_agdus]

Stirring lazily up from sleep, Agdistis turns and smiles at him, rising up on one elbow to get a better look and never minding how this causes the gown to slip down off of one shoulder.