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We drove up to Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge and didn’t have very high expectations. This being the end of Summer, most wildlife has flown to greener pastures. As we were driving through the auto tour, we spotted this young deer with its mother. They were enjoying the sun and munching on the vegetation. The youngster watched us for a minute then started stomping its hooves as though to scare us off.
The African elephant is not just the largest living land animal but it has an enormous brain size to match. Their brains can weigh up to a whopping 5.4kg and are, without doubt, the largest brain of all animals living on land.
His hackles up, Gary the green heron stomped his foot in frustration. “Why don’t they understand?!?” The heron world can be so cruel!
After the excitement of the morning it would have been all too easy to sit here on our balcony and fall asleep in front of the scenery. I was up at 5:30 for the sunrise as we sailed in, and a few short hours later we were on the skylift, riding up into the mountains that loomed like ghostly white giants over the fjord. Breakfast before eight is unheard of at home, but today we were filling up at the buffet before most of the other passengers showed any signs of life. By two thirty we were back from the mountains, and having finished a leisurely lunch, were quietly contemplating the rest of the afternoon. It was too late to go to the Briksdal Glacier - the afternoon bus had departed some time ago - but there was still the promise of the evening cruise out of the fjord towards the sea to look forward to. The morning had already been filled with sights the likes of which we’d never witnessed before, and by now we were feeling happy but tired. But an idea was playing on my mind. When would we be here again? Hopefully one day, but possibly never. It would only nag at me for the rest of time if the opportunity was missed when we were so close, and on such a lovely spring day as well. So on went the boots. There were three hours to go before Aurora was due to leave port and start heading west along the fjord. Just enough time for a stomp.
The walk was roughly two miles each way, and although the legs were still weary from yesterday at Haugesund, this was another easy walk on more or less level terrain past the edge of the village and its tourist shops, huge rails bursting with winter coats and Norwegian flag hoodies outside the front doors. From here we carried on through a gorgeous pastoral valley, past fine wooden houses with neatly tended gardens on spacious plots, and a handsome Lutheran Church, heading in the direction of the distant glacier. Some of the walking would be along the edge of the tarmac, but this was a quiet country road where you could see the traffic coming from half a mile away. So splendidly rural, full of open green space and pure mountain air. We wouldn’t reach the glacier, but on the map I’d spotted a river with a wooden bridge across it, backed by those shimmering white mountains in the afternoon sunshine. It looked like the kind of spot where we could enjoy this peaceful Scandinavian idyll for a while, and maybe I’d get a picture as well. Online maps are wonderful research tools for places like this. Thirty years ago you'd be taking your chances, with no idea whether you might be arriving at an eight feet high concrete wall blocking the view, but in the digital age you can very often get a good insight into what to expect in exchange for the effort you put into your four mile stomp.
Any here it was, the bridge exactly as the pictures had shown it, a wide area of shallow rapids rushing beneath us. A bench to sit and take it all in for a while. But when you’re cruising, there’s always one eye on the clock and you don’t want to be wheezing red faced up the gangplank at twenty-nine minutes past five as the crew wait to haul it back aboard behind you. Thus began the process of setting up the tripod, and the only option seemed to be to do so on the bridge itself. At which point the land train pulled up and disgorged seven tourists from its carriages. The tripod was only rarely used during the cruise, because let’s face it, there doesn’t seem to be much point when you’re on a moving ship. While earlier today up on the mountain; strong winds and a light travel tripod? Not happening is it? And now, as I finally found a use for it, a herd of sightseers poured around us, pulling out their camera phones and clacketing over the wooden boards like a septuagenarian dance troupe, just as I'd lined up a one second exposure. It was difficult enough with the strong light glaring across the water without the original members of Pan’s People (ask your dad - he was a big fan) rehearsing the steps to “Riverdance” on the bridge right beside me. I could almost see the tripod bouncing around as I tried to look at the screen. The trouble is, you can’t really explain this to people who only take pictures with their phones, because they don’t understand. And even if you try to, it only makes you sound like a miserable old curmudgeon. Ali sat on the bench, grinning silently at the miserable old curmudgeon. It’s almost as if she can see the inside of my brain at times.
I wasn’t overly keen on the shot anyway. Too many messy looking rocks and not enough water in the river for my liking. There was a second bridge a couple of hundred yards further along the road, so I stomped a little bit further. Fortunately none of the dancers followed me. And even though I did have other options from my new vantage point, the best view was from the bridge itself, offering a much cleaner composition along the white wisps of water in the foreground towards Lake Floen. It was a narrow road crossing, and both the tripod and I had to breathe in deeply to allow the one car that used it to pass, but that was far less traumatic than the invasion by seven pairs of boots and walking poles a few minutes earlier. Here at least I could concentrate on the shot, which I composed very quickly and then repeated several times over for luck, after which it was time to collect Ali from her bench in the middle of the dancing bridge and commence the long stomp back to Olden in time to avoid being the last ones back on board.
I was trying to grab a shot of her fawn, but she marched up the hill, stomped, and snorted before leading her little one away.
As per The New Christie Minstrels' version of Tiptoe Through The Tulips, this bee is not wasting any time tiptoeing in this nasturtium.
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I remember seeing Soo Line SD60's in Berea when I was really young, so when I heard that one was leading an eastbound ethanol train and was set to run on the former PRR Fort Wayne Line, I knew I had to try for a few shots, despite the less than ideal weather. Here, train 6K4 stomps upgrade through Wooster Cut in Wooster, Ohio with SOO (CEFX) 6020 leading the way.
For me, a little new snow means a lot of new fun.
My ball never gets away from me now. Last winter I lost (we found one of them again in the spring) two of these orange street-hockey balls in deep snow; this year, none yet.
Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, Ontario
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Having vanquished a black mamba by stomping it to death, a secretary bird begins the process of slurping it down. Secretary birds, a variety of hawk related to kites and harriers, aren't much for flying but instead spend their days on their long legs walking the plains of East Africa, looking for snakes to stomp and eat. This one was in the Mara Triangle of Kenya, and its battle with the mamba lasted maybe 10 minutes before the snake lost. (Note: Some ask, "How come the black mamba isn't black?" What you see at this angle is the underside of the snake. It was black on the top side.
This is the bird that was used to lure me to Africa the first time. Its name is popularly thought to derive from the crest of long quill-like feathers, lending the bird the appearance of a secretary with quill pens tucked behind their ears. A more recent hypothesis is that "secretary" is borrowed from a French corruption of the Arabic saqr-et-tair or "hunter-bird."
The following is from Wikipedia: The secretary bird -- Sagittarius serpentarius -- is a large, mostly terrestrial bird of prey. Endemic to Africa, it is usually found in the open grasslands and savanna of the sub-Saharan region. John Frederick Miller described the species in 1779. Although a member of the order Accipitriformes, which also includes many other diurnal birds of prey such as kites, hawks, vultures, and harriers, it is placed in its own family, Sagittariidae. ©2022 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com
One week ago, Super Bowl Sunday, W9 drove us to a park near the Los Angeles Zoo. A Summer Tanager sighting had been reported.
In LA you gauge distances by time. Not by miles. Then factor in things like "Rush Hour" (ha ha. Rush Hour is any day any time) and if Dodger Stadium has a game and the typical ….stalled cars, a mattress in the fast lane, stuff like that. The park was not close but do-able.
Gratefully we've had some rain. The ground was soggy. My well-worn boots had so many holes in the sole and I put off the decision to repair them or toss them. But not the decision to wear them one more time.
We were there to get the rare tanager.
W9 walks over to me and says look at my shoes. And I do. They look really wet. And I glance at my tired trusty boots. They are soaked but I don't feel the wet and cold just yet, but I will. And soon. We continue to stomp around fighting the urge to complain about the wet and cold like the weasels we are but “man up” when we find another birder who has been sitting patiently scanning the trees with her binoculars (BTW which abbreviation do you prefer? Bins or Binocs?). She is blond and wears a red jacket. I am sure if she had a dog I could tell you his/her name and how old they are and what their favorite toy is... but her name escapes me.
Today we tried again. W9 and I had new waterproof footwear on. We had better light and new energy. We struck up a quick bond with Amir, also looking for the colorful rare bird. Marylou and daughter Emma joined us. And the blond in red was there too. I saw her pointing and gesturing to Amir who had his camera raised and ready. She is the reason I am posting this photo today. She didn't have a camera but said she could look at ebird postings and find the photo or the link to the photo we post. And then she could show her friends this beautiful, incredible, and rare visitor.
I couldn't let her down.
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I hope you are all safe out there? Ton of new developments here in Illinois, some good and some not so much this past week. But let’s stick to those enjoyable ones. This week we have the light show up at Magnificent mile here in Chicago. You can already feel the holiday spirit. What do you think?
NS 8103, the N&W Heritage Unit, leads empty coal train NS 813 westbound into Roanoke, Virginia, as it passes the old N&W shops.
Standing barefoot in the old wooden wine vat, surrounded by the scent of earth and blooming lavender, I let the late-afternoon light wrap around me. There’s something almost ritualistic about it—the cool wood beneath my bare feet, the soft breeze carrying hints of ripe fruit, and this quiet moment of harvest.
Simple pleasures, wild beauty, and the feeling that the season chose me today.
Giant Swallowtail butterfly taking nectar from a butterfly-bush floret.
Common for the season.
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I like running in the fall. It means cooler temps. It means rain. It means mud. And it means splashing along the trail. All things your mom told you not to do as a kid.
Another longish RP I thought I'd share, just for the watchability of the scene I felt!
It starts off with Kamy teasing Serafina (Fin) that *she* got a key /and/ a book from the Ranger cabin.. and Fin has neither of these things. Fin quickly turns the tables on her, and her aggression and jealousy amuses Kamy so much that she does the same... with Fin's boyfriend.
The first few posts are a touch edited to protect the not-so-innocent (other rp'ers ;) ).
Thanks to Phoebe for patiently teaching me how to split-screen!
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Kamy was beyond the flirtations and deviant looks at this point, at least alone when the girls could just be girls. She leaned in then and kissed her full on the lips, far more sensual then anyone would expect from the outrider, letting it pull but linger before popping happily back. "I got a fucking key to the cabin..." she snickered with the very intention of making her jealous and started off then, wiggling her hips as she silently began them on a walk through the park.
Fin kissed back, but while it started off with a sensual little lapping growl, it quickly *did* turn jealous, and she sought to *bite* her lip. Hard. Before she slipped away. Her eyes glittered and quite literally turned greener. ".. Oh yeah? How nice for you," she shoots back and falls into step to follow her through the trees, pushing limbs gently out of the way.
Kamy sunk an arm into hers so they might walk like school girls, licking where her lip had bruised from that chomp and pulling her to the bridge. Most tended to use this one sparingly, a careful step here and there. Kamy walks upon it full force, naturally taking to its bouncing sways and creaking protests without hesitation.
Fin delights in their raping of the bridge. So what if they pingponged off and flew into the river? She was filled with this dangerous rush of adrenaline and unconcern, driving her steps onto the planks all punk rock style. Hipbumps and rowdy hollers. ".. Yeah.. well.. ain't that somethin'. I don't know, man," her tune changing some. ".. I just wish they were all -around- more. I got shit to ask! You know? Th'fuck am I supposed to do?" She hopped to the other side and stretched her arms high above her head, then cracking neck to either shoulder. ".. Build a doghouse next to the cabin and be all, 'Bark Bark lemme in'?"
Kamy laughed when Fina bounced upon the bridge recklessly. She had just been walking like normal but it didn't mean she didn't appreciate the recklessness of it. She laughed when her foot nearly lost it but the book she held was clutched tight, quick to run free from its swaying surface. Would probably collapse on the next person who crossed it carefully. She reached out and took Fina by the belt, dragging her back to hook a knee between her thighs. "talk to one of the others then," she ran a nose along her jaw line, oblivious to anyone else's approach.
Serafina spun back towards Kamy by her own momentum and the Dreg's own tug of Fin's belt. Bare, dark skin *smacked* against her suspenders and covered-for-damn-good-reason skin. While that nose ran along her jawline, it drew out a loose growl, like something had just broken and was crashing down over their heads. ".. Fuck /talking/," she hissed, and yes, her legs parted, but they did so to square off, and grab Kamy by the shoulders to shove her down. Hard. Harder than she'd pulled on the woman before. Her hand would try to pin her throat, her hips, Kamy's pelvis, while her free would skate over her clothing, into bindings and straps, sensually fast. ".. I'm /taking/ ..that key."
Dylon sent his boots into the dirt to stop on the sudden appearance of the girls, it was still a chocolatey-clustery-headfuck for the guy to process. Shit, every time he thought he got a handle on the situation there it was, the diagram. The scissoring of fingers that explained how the two girls ended up, that enough was a struggle, what did you do? What the fuck were you meant to do?! Jack off? Raise that questioning brow to your girlfriend? The answer like all things in life were sometimes obvious, maybe it was Kamy's nose into Fin's face. That image alone made him think of their bed, they were going to need a bigger boat. Chin up and spark up. When he was about to raise his head to speak he stopped, why ruin the moment with a hello. Instead, the man just stood there enjoying the remains of that cigarette held between his fingers.
Kamy squealed when she went down, a very unusual noise for a Dreg to make but she was unraveling fast in the private company of Finn, her dark predatory facade that kept her fat and alive in the outpost abandoned for something far more girly. She couldn't stop laughing when Fina pinned her, hips lifting the girl off the ground with a thrust of her core, enjoying the site of those freckled swells bouncing. Kamy sighed when the girl's hands easily parted the handmade top from her chest, knuckled persed beneath leather and feathers. She nodded at the assessment. "yes good idea...I am tired of sharing you with him anyway" she stated rather boldly, unusual since she'd always liked Dylon from afar. She unbuckled Fina's pants and shimmied them down. "MY fucking key bitch...ug why don't you ever wear skirts..."
Fin squeezed her thighs so her pants could only unzip *enough*, the belt having gone unbuckled by Kamy's swift fingers. ".. I do," she snarked. "just for the men.. for you.. I make it hard." But green-eyedness wins over her again, the jealousy of Kamy having that key, and a book. Since talking hadn't gotten her far, she'd scythe through with force. ".. MINE!" she hurls at her, real anger dominating her voice, or perhaps, she's simply trying to /dominate/ her. ".. Hi Dylon.. " she singsongs between her next *firmly* growled statement. ".. MY. Fucking. ...Key." She'd try to grab Kamy's wrists, probably a battle of sorts while they scurried at her own pants. Her aim to drive them over the woman's head so she could use her free to keep searching.
Dylon sent those arms of his to fold across that chest of his, as that weight of his frame shifted from one foot to another. Just like that, something got that back of his up, a instinctual reaction to double taking on hearing Kamy's words, were they about him? and what was this fucking key?!. That figure of his turned side on then, yanking the cigarette from his lips harshly as his eyes bored down upon the air while that smoke wielding hand rested up against his chest. Maybe it was the twitch of his left cheek and the billow of smoke that was the sign of a vented thought. When that hello came from Fin that head jerked in a greeting nod before stilling.
The book was off to the side, Kamy's hand had carefully set it aside even in the collapse, perhaps indicating she had more control then she'd let on. It was her error to think Fina was only playing however, the surprise obvious when the girl snatched her wrists and pinned them to the earth. She'd lost her chance to truly resist, arms flexing with the push but only coming an inch off the grass. She snarled when the girl started searching her for real, pleased at least that Fina would have a hard time finding it considering the position. Hips popped her up again. "FINA...she gave it to me!" she looked over in surprise at Dylon, laughing despite herself. "Hey clit kicker! Mind holding her down for me?" spoken as if she hadn't even made mention of him before.
Fin let out a victorious "... HA!" when she pinned her wrists overhead. Serious, she was, was Kamy's own fault for digging at her jealousy. ".. I -know- she gave them to you that's th'fucking point," she growled, a touch smoother. As her hand roamed the woman, sliding over hip, scooping a buttock (and here, she'd grin at her, tongue held at her tooth) up, exploring behind her thigh, then her arm bands, she offered a similar suggestion. ".. Mmhm! Yes, Dylon. Why don't you help hold her down for me. And stop laughing, you're gonna make this harder," she grumbled.
It wasn't often Dylon got to break up two girl's who were getting hot and heavy over a game of hide and go fucking seek. Though as he stood there towering over both of them that look of his went to the bridge, blinking at it swayed in the light breeze. "What are you two up to?" he said with a rather strained and exhausted tone. A grimace of pain fell upon his face for a moment, sending a hand against that jacket to palm lightly the spot under his ribs. "And then part of me is just too damned scared to ask.." A breath of air was pulled in through nostrils, causing them to flare before looking back down to the pair.
Kamy was sulking HARD that her key was stolen, tempted to bash Fina upside the head and take it back which was likely the sensible thing to do. But that would just be petty, no way she was giving her the gratification of fighting for it back. Of course she'd forgotten all about taking her wrist phone. She looked around for something to take while the girl was doubled over. She looked up at Dylon as he held her, watching him with a devious sneer. She broke from his grasp with a yank, leaping up and jumping on him with intensive vertical. His weight might hold her but she'd hit him hard, knees grasping his ribs with a crushing squeeze, her lips just smashed upon his. She'd grip the back of his head, sure he'd resist at first, but an insistant roll of her head and a thrust of her tongue within his stubbled lips was downright lewdly performed. Eyes hung to the corners of her gaze,watching for Fina's reaction.
Fin gave him a wriggling eyebrow, like wasn't she just the cockiest bully, mowing down the smartass nerd as she left school with her lunch money and favorite paperback clutched to her chest. Fin was just sitting up to secure her prizes when she *gawped* at Kamy climbing on top of -her boyfriend-. She watched that slide of her tongue to his, their mouths open and grasping as if she was being treated to a close-up of a cinematic still. She gawped and then glowered, pissed off like a firecracker. ".. HEY," she bared her teeth jealously and clamored to her feet, standing next to them and hovering as she tried to think fast. "... Fine, *Elephant Ass*. You fight mean and fair. Who th'fuck am *I* supposed to kiss to piss YOU off huh?" She narrowed eyes at them both and stalked to the cliff edge, dangling the key over the river. ".. Oo, a gust of wind!" she fake-cried.
Lost balance, Dylon was too busy distracted on looking to Fin when Kamy's body launched at him. By the time that back of his hit the dirt she was already upon his ribs, her squeeze, sending that bandage around his side to tighten, ripping open the stitches to the wound that caused him to growl. Well he would of growled, if it wasn't for Kamy's tongue shoved between his lips. A arm came up to his side to try and elbow the Dreg's face out of his to at least giving him some breathing room. "..." A breath of air, a blink or two and he was trying to focus, seeing Fin then holding that key out, leaving him to perk a brow as he tried to process what the hell was going on.
Kamy's eyes lit up at the insult, not sure if the girl was just being clever or if she actually knew that elephant was one of the translations to her name. She came off gasping when he elbowed her chin off his mouth, the wet POP of their lips disconnecting leaving her just as breathless. She sat atop Dylon and glared back at her. "You could kiss people! You could kiss a lot of people!" she defended, not realizing in that moment what a whore she sounded like. In truth there weren't many she'd be jealous over, maintaining the share and share alike concept. She watched the key dangle with an unfair unf. "go ahead and drop it! I fish those waters freckle pussy!" she upped the stakes, the crack of her bum sticking out good as she sliiiid back down Dylon's waist. She'd rip those pants open with impressive skill, born from skinning animals but it worked here too. She shoved a hand down his pants, far more gentle then the kiss in grasping his shaft and trying to forcefully coax it hard and free. "I got a much bigger key anyway..."
Fin STOMPED so hard dirt kicked and coughed and she left a deep imprint. ".. GodDAMN it Kamy!" she hollered at her. "... Fine. Last thing I'm going to do is give you the satisfaction of turning me into a whining mall rat not getting her fucking ice cream cone at the food court." She'd heard about those places, course - most of them were abandoned buildings these days. She'd whirled to find her mid-pants rip... and growled. "If he gets a hardon I'm fucking you in the ass with Marsqueeze's cigar." She pauses, and crouches down to them both. She's -livid-, a boiling anger baking from her skin, breasts heaving with a racing pulse. ".. Just.. lay there, Dylon," she remarks lowly, a sneer touching her lip. Fingers snake into the back of Kamy's waistband, pull it away, and *drop* the key down her ass crack. She keeps the chesspiece though, and moves aside.
The week has just taken a turn for the strange, it was starting to feel like Dylon had dropped acid, again. In twenty four hours he had gone through the motions of violence and all the way to jealousy of seeing Kamy upon his girlfriend, his Fin. Now he was sat there, hand clutched to his side while looking to Fin, by the time it registered on what Kamy was doing her hand was around around his shaft, gripping up his length. That hard on was going to prove more than difficult, blood was already seeping through the side of his jacket, that was something no man had managed to quite maintain, shit, it was like telling your body to multi-task without having control. "Get...your..fuckin...hand...off...my...cock" Words hissed through gritted teeth. As he found himself sandwiched between the girl's power play, but what a sandwich!.
Kamy didn't feel bad for the man at all, hardly even letting him factor in. He had kicked her in the cunt after all. She felt the key slip between her butt cheeks and smiled victoriously. Hands came off his meat and she stuck them in the air in victory. She watched Fina and just found the anger pouring from the woman absolutely sexy. She reached out and tried to snatch the girl's belt as Dylon had done. This whole thing was so ridiculous and it certainly didn't escape Kamy. She'd try to pull at the back of the girl's knees while yanking her down back on top of Kamy. The arms of a wrestler would try to wrangle the angry girl in for another kiss, falling over Dylon and churning her ass upon him like a bar stool. "I win...give me my prize..."
Fin had moved off, too far away to be grabbed, and when Kamy's hand reaches for her, Fin strikes her palm with a boot, hard enough to shove her back, not hard enough to hurt. ".. I *did*. Was going to give it back anyway, asshole. With my record the rangers would be all scowly tellin' me I don't play nice. Then I'd -never- get one. What's in there, a hot-- JESUS DYLON!" she just *spins* off exasperated. ".. Just gonna FUCK her right there in'frunna me??" She's rooted in place, and pulling her bandanna away from her neck side to side.
Dylon tried to clutch for his jeans the moment Kamy's hand released from his prick. "What the fuck yo..." Those words died upon the Dreg's ass slapping over over his lap to grind over. "STOP..." Sending a heavy handed palming slap towards the girl's ass cheeks to grind her right off his lap. Once again he would try to shift himself back, a hand sliding over his jacket that came up with a smear of blood. "...She should be so fuckin lucky..." he said with a hiss as he wiped that hand of his upon the grass. "Whose dream am I in?" Either way, no alarm clock was getting him out of this one.
Kamy rolled her eyes at Fina's tantrum, climbing off Dylon with a jump and fishing the key from her ass, one eye going crooked as she had to fish deep to get it. She produced it just in time to get struck on the ass, a small leap in Fina's direction. "oh calm down...it worked did it not?" she inched the key back into her pocket and sauntered to where Fina was. "you should have seen your face..." she laughed and pranced from foot to foot, clearly teasing Fina for being so worked up with little fake boxing stances. "you think I want to fuck your boyfriend? hmm?" she asked her, waiting for that ridiculous notion to sink into the red head. She was already fucking the sister and the brother, was she going to hit the boyfriend too? "now you don't love Ka-ma-ma anymore?" she asked with a faux pout. "maybe I take you to the cabin and show you. hmm? Did you think to ask?" she had flaunted the key after all for a reason.
Fin snapped shut a plastic lighter and tossed it in the creek. She sucked a full drag of the rolled cigarette's herbal shit and cut her eyes hard to them both, him laying there even as Kamy bounds off to join her. ".. Oh god. Oh no," she mimics in a half-hearted monotone that didn't try at *all*, ".. Please stop. Please don't fuck me. Oh god. Get off. Stop." She pauses, to flick the lit cigarette towards Dylon's lap, while his pants are still undone. ".. And your cock is still out, holmes." To Kamy she shrugs. The anger's dimmed leaving her in dry unconcern. ".. Yes I still love you. And no.. I didn't ask .. thought of it yes, but they're as hard to run into like a priest in a whorehouse. Actually, no. Not that hard!" she sings faux-brightly back.
Breathed long and slow as Dylon was finally free from the pressures of Kamy's body, this would be the moment to gather yourself, instead he listened to the girl's exchange of quips at each other before that rogue cigarette of Fin's landed right into lap, hitting the open fly of his jeans to send a shower of sparks over his crotch. Never had a man stood up so fast with the self harming need of slapping his cock and balls. Ridding himself of the burning glows "....ARGH FUCK SA..." Harshly was that belt closed up, shaking out his legs as he yanked open the buttons of his jacket, shedding himself of the material to then look down his side.
Kamy choked back a laugh when she flicked the cig at Dylon's crotch, a lazy smile as she just inhaled upon the aggressive pheromones coming off the feisty girl. "Fuck you should have been a Dreg Fina...the damage we would cause..." like they weren't already causing problems for the city. She knew the girl was pissed at her but just enjoyed it all the more. She hooked thumbs from her belt and swayed beside her, annoying little hip checks popped into the girl to provoke her further. "we will go when the rangers are not around...it does not seem like such a big deal..." she lied a bit.
Fin spared him a glance. Was that smell the whistling burn of ... hair? Her narrow shoulders jump with a smirk, and she gathers her hair to the other side of her neck, rounding her long spine in a wide hipcheck in return. Thwunk. She held power in her hips and back, moreso than arms and legs, even as bony as they sometimes felt to be. ".. Don't think it would be .. " she agreed, and made the breathy noise that showed she had more to say on the subject.. but stopped herself. Instead, she glanced to Kamy, then back at Dylon. She wasn't even sure if Kamy had successfully "brought the cock home to roost", and wasn't even sure it mattered at this point. ".. So. I'm going to .. buy some birth control. For -everyone-," she adds.
Dylon kept that hand locked to his side as he looked at the pair of girls. "You know what you two are.....a big bag of fuckin troubles...." Shaking his head at them slowly. "...Fuckin hell...." A chuckle, it was rolling over his shoulders as he doubled over a bit. "Somehow Kamy....I get the impression I'm goin to have to get used to you..." That jaw of his clenched then, a throaty grunt before allowing himself to straighten up. "...wait wait....you're not on birth control now?"
"Birth control?" Kamy asked a little confused. "oooh you mean to keep from birth, I get it." she nodded. "the Dreg men blow it on the girl usually, or some use the tubes not used for the sausages" she explained casually. She eyed Dylon with a soft sneer at his comment, reaching out to hang on Fina like he was going to take a picture of them. "why you not think we make a good pair?" she asked and shook a few dreads into the red head's face. "She is too much woman for one man to handle Dylon. You should be happy there is someone like me in her life" she explained.
Fin remains unimpressed by Dylon, and though Kamy didn't get off scoff-free either, she's neither angry nor pleased with them both. There's a strange resignation she feels - she wasn't even sure she'd be the jealous type - never thought she had that kind of .... possession in her. It's there, but it rears its furious head with no warning. For now, she's just left with a dull, faint soundtrack in her mind, some rhythm in her head that's sweeping distance between her and her friends. The dreads thwapping her in the face bring a funny wincing smirk, and she moves between them, arm around either one of their backs. As close as they are, her mind is to those elsewhere thoughts and music. ".. Mm, no, not now," she murmurs. "This afternoon?" She laughs some to Kamy's remark, and bites each of their shoulders.
So last night as I often do I went out to Fells Point to shoot some local bands. There is this one place called The Waterfront, which often has good bands but is SUPER dark. I am working with management to get permission to do SOME flash work, but I dont have it yet.
Well anyway, last night STOMP decided to pop out from their touring Broadway Play that is playing in Baltimore this week and have some fun with some of the local guys.
Let me just tell you Tuesday in Fells Point is usually dead but these guys had the place JUMPING. all the other bars emptyed out and they came to this bar when they saw what was going on....and let me just say, if how these guys just "played around" was any indication of how good their show is......IM GOING AND SO SHOULD YOU!
It wasnt just the beat and the vibe and the music....it was the intensity, the soul and the fun they brought......the moment they joined in you could feel it, it was HOT HOT HOT.
anyway, i REALLY wish i had better light and could have had much less noise on this, but i had to work with what i had and i LOVE this shot because it really gives you a fell for the mood at this bar last night.....if you were there you know what im talking about.
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hair
(NO) Pom Beanie Style - Ombre Colors
head & face
LeLUTKA Zora Head 3.1
[avarosa] Mia LeL EVO X - Snow
-SU!- Tristezza Eyebrows -Lelutka EvoX-
FT - Jade Freckles and Blush For Lelutka Evox
Jack Spoon. Biba Kit - evo x
WarPaint* #IWokeUpLikeThis [Lelutka Evo/EvoX]
Izzie's - Dimples (LeLutka Evo X)
Jack Spoon. Spice Makeup Kit (Lelutka Evo/EvoX HD)
body
Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara V5.3
VELOUR: The "Ipanema Body" for Maitreya (SNOW)
clothes & accessories
-SU!- Lynexia Collar
`M.BIRDIE / Lozo Look. CARDIGAN Maitreya RARE
Emery Dave Top Black
Emery Eris Denim Skirt Dark Blue
No.9 Nylons ~Complete Lace Stockings Set~
718 // Grid Stompers // Dystopian //
backdrop
MINIMAL - May Group Gift 2020