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I reach out, to touch the sky, but finding my limit.. find only my master's hand.
Ashannia
White lace gloves, cover delicately shaped fingers. Soft pink satin cascades over ample curves in a most pleasing manner. Her face that would look almost human if not for the large pointed ears poking out from her cranberry colored hair, and the tail that snakes out from under the panel of her loincloth. Naked of fur, her tender skin, shows every welt and bruise made apon her. Her deep blue eyes speaking volumes about her past misery.
 
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