Feminine Dragon Cherry Blossom Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

“The woman who bore the first Draken and gave birth to our people. We call her The Goddess.” Caelia’s gaze traveled past the statue to the enormous mural behind it, gilded in the same warm metal. The woman was depicted standing beneath an open sky, her long hair caught in a wind that swept the vast dunes behind her. A neat, rounded swell of her belly told the story of life growing within her. But what truly stole Caelia’s breath was the massive dragon curled protectively around her, its enormous silver eye fixated solely on her, its tail wrapped in a protective arc before her feet.

Her violet eyes locked on my neck, and I froze as her fingers brushed lightly against my skin, tilting my head to the side. Surprise rippled through the group. I didn’t need a mirror to know what they were seeing. The mark still pulsed faintly, warm and tingling where Dane’s canines had sunk into me. A lotus flower, crafted entirely from flames, unfurled at the curve of my neck. It was a stunning symbol of strength. “Goddess,” Gambit breathed, awestruck. “It’s absolutely beautiful.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Dane. He stood unflinching under their scrutiny, though I could feel through the bond that his chest was tight, uneasy with nerves.

I snarled, pulling the top into place. I turned to face the vanity mirror, adjusting my breasts so that they sat within the dark strip of fabric. The fiery crimson of my lips and hair were the only splashes of color on an otherwise dark canvas. I made no movements as Dain approached me from behind, his eyes locked on mine through the vanity mirror. My breath halted on my lips as I felt a single finger trail down my spine, over the phoenix tattooed onto my skin. The sparks that rushed through me were mixed with the warmth and tingle of magic.

Yeah, that’s lame, but still it is like ice and fire. “When you said they were sacred, I honestly thought you would only have the one.” I say as I look at Kai and he smiles. “These lilies represent us, the same as the Ice Lilies represent you. The first Dragon Flame is there.” He points behind me. I turn and gasp as I see it. It glows on a pedestal. There is a sound coming from it like a chime. It is beautiful. “How come the other’s aren’t chiming?” I ask, and he moves closer to me. He looks at me like I’ve grown two extra heads.

“Huh? Is there any being who will one day takes your daughter’s hand in marriage as strong as defeating both the King and the Princess of the Humanes at once?” “There is. The future is full of uncertainty. You will see Beth, you will see. Maybe he is here in the kingdom or outside this walls I normally don’t care about it however I’m blazing to see who this boy is.” . . . Hot steam spreads across a dimmed scenery in an mysterious location, a bewitching lady having a widespread tattoo of a lung Dragon on her back in a scented bathroom taking a dip inside a warm rice water, pond filled with dried plants, colorful flowers and medical herbs, she floats while washing her fair-skinned body and her

I will need to make sure we have warm water everywhere since My Diosa loves a hot bath, even if I believe cold showers are better. I turn to the sink, looking at the mirror above it and tilt my head to look at my mark. It’s perfection. A mark that clearly personifies her. There’s a white moon, with a crown and sword in front of it, a cherry blossom branch goes across the top past the hilt of the sword. There are scattered cherry blossom petals behind it. A faint hint of pink glow emits from behind the moon and there’s a white long double hexagon shape surrounding the branch, crown, and sword.

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

She had a grim and frustrated look as she scrubbed his chest and the long dragon tattoo that ran up from his shoulder to his chest. It seems like she was fascinated by it as she ran her hands through the tattoo several times wondering if it wasn't painful when it was drawn. Although she had bathed him a few times already, it was her first time seeing that tattoo. Obviously, she didn't pay attention and tried to look away from his chest those times. Now that she has seen this tattoo, she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was a black dragon that looked so scary and yet beautiful and somewhat cute. Haha. You might be wondering, how on earth was a dragon cute? Well, it can be, after all,

When he saw that the two old men were gone, he approached the one beautiful prey sitting alone in the middle of the small grasses with white flowers everywhere. He released his mocha blue rose pheromones to compliment his cherry blossom black rose pheromones, he gained his attention after doing this, and he touched his chest where he was marked during the knotting, it's burning in awe. The two-small tattoos, in the form of cherry blossom and black rose, he felt proud of it. As he came near him, he also wanted to leave a mark on him, the visible the better, now he knows where to leave his mark, to his scent gland exactly, to that taunting nape, but he will only do it with his permission.