Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

She is clothed in lust, in hopeless romanticism, and perverted meanings of life. Her newest obsession seeming ever so keen to take the reigns that she so willingly offers him. She yearns to please he who is strong enough to have her and a charming smile remains painted on her beautiful face, "oui," she confesses immediately to his question. Isardis must have fallen to not return to her. She had been bred to be the perfect counterpart and being unwanted were unimaginable, "if you should have me," her skin crawls in excitement. 

 He came forward and she could feel his warmth against her face. Her muscles seeming to jump with excitement. he is perfect. savior in her time of need! "i am yours," she confesses. there is little to think about. she would be permanently attached to him unless she should be formally stolen. she would be his item--his toy to play with and his fiercest loyalist. her eyes are alive, her nose breathing him in--her tongue aiming to place a kiss on his face--to taste him.