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Emilylon

The large wooden door slammed shut as Emilylon exited the warm living room door. Annoyed by her attempts to learn alchemy, she had retreated to her bedchambers. Her elegant body moved round the large room, unwinding herself from the long day. As an apprentice mage she was to learn alchemy, although she did not see any point in this, as she had her magicks.

Emilylon was a tall, beautifully curved young elf, at only 98 years of age; she was one of the youngest apprentice mage’s in her group, and also one of the best, apart from the alchemy, of course. Emilylon had long, deep and wavy brunette hair, which reached to the middle of her back. As she walked around the large bed that was against one of the walls, she began to remove all her equipment. First a shiny dagger, emeralds, as green as her eyes, encrusted the hilt. Next an amulet that was cold to the touch, she placed carefully on the dresser. The robe she wore was a blood red, with a cloak attached by a small broach. She undid the cloak, and slowly slid the blood red robe off her slender, beautiful and innocent body.

She climbed into her bed, wearing nothing, sighed a long drawn out sigh and said to herself,

“How can it not work? I’ve done everything, followed every instruction they gave… Curse their devious ways.”

She frowned, crumpling her prefect featured face, then, deciding its too much, she relaxed herself, and ran her hand down her body before rolling to one side and losing her eyes, the covers following the features of her body, her hips pushing the soft, professionally woven quilt upwards. Realising the candles were still alight, she muttered a few words and a breeze of air swirled around the room, one by one the candles went out and the room was soon swallowed by darkness.

As the sun rose in the morning, the bedroom began to become lighter, and soon a ray of sunlight shone on the young elf’s face. Eventually she stirred, rolling back onto her back, having not moved all night. Looking out of the curtain less window, she guessed at it being mid morning. Another sigh escaped from her mouth as she pulled the cover back, revealing her naked body to the morning sun. Emilylon stood up, stretched upwards to help wake herself up, her exuberant breasts the only relaxed flesh on her well-toned body.

Emilylon walked to the window of her room, wrapping herself in a silk material that was tight around her breasts. Soon however, after absorbing the view of the snow covered mountains a long distance away from her home, she was moving at a rapid yet light pace around the room, dressing herself, hiding her ample bosom beneath her robe and attaching the cloak around herself with the small broach. The silver dagger being placed in a small sheath attached to the belt.

Description
Emilylon

The large wooden door slammed shut as Emilylon exited the warm living room door. Annoyed by her attempts to learn alchemy, she had retreated to her bedchambers. Her elegant body moved round the large room, unwinding herself from the long day. As an apprentice mage she was to learn alchemy, although she did not see any point in this, as she had her magicks.

Emilylon was a tall, beautifully curved young elf, at only 98 years of age; she was one of the youngest apprentice mage’s in her group, and also one of the best, apart from the alchemy, of course. Emilylon had long, deep and wavy brunette hair, which reached to the middle of her back. As she walked around the large bed that was against one of the walls, she began to remove all her equipment. First a shiny dagger, emeralds, as green as her eyes, encrusted the hilt. Next an amulet that was cold to the touch, she placed carefully on the dresser. The robe she wore was a blood red, with a cloak attached by a small broach. She undid the cloak, and slowly slid the blood red robe off her slender, beautiful and innocent body.

She climbed into her bed, wearing nothing, sighed a long drawn out sigh and said to herself,

“How can it not work? I’ve done everything, followed every instruction they gave… Curse their devious ways.”

She frowned, crumpling her prefect featured face, then, deciding its too much, she relaxed herself, and ran her hand down her body before rolling to one side and losing her eyes, the covers following the features of her body, her hips pushing the soft, professionally woven quilt upwards. Realising the candles were still alight, she muttered a few words and a breeze of air swirled around the room, one by one the candles went out and the room was soon swallowed by darkness.

As the sun rose in the morning, the bedroom began to become lighter, and soon a ray of sunlight shone on the young elf’s face. Eventually she stirred, rolling back onto her back, having not moved all night. Looking out of the curtain less window, she guessed at it being mid morning. Another sigh escaped from her mouth as she pulled the cover back, revealing her naked body to the morning sun. Emilylon stood up, stretched upwards to help wake herself up, her exuberant breasts the only relaxed flesh on her well-toned body.

Emilylon walked to the window of her room, wrapping herself in a silk material that was tight around her breasts. Soon however, after absorbing the view of the snow covered mountains a long distance away from her home, she was moving at a rapid yet light pace around the room, dressing herself, hiding her ample bosom beneath her robe and attaching the cloak around herself with the small broach. The silver dagger being placed in a small sheath attached to the belt.