"An azure wind picked up over the crystalline world and stirred a few opalescent pearls of beaded, translucent, gleaming ice into a depthless onyx sky. A flurry of rubies, of garnets, of miniscule flames, decanted from the slough of the unseasoned femme lion. She stood in consuming hysterics, oculars closing as she anticipated a beating. Instead, the male before her considered the phlebotomizing contuse on her foreleg briefly before installing his embouchement atop it. She could merely take him in as he quaffed her precious hemoglobin with venereal, lascivious, wanton lust. His epicurean, near-libidinous piquancy as he devoured her coagulating rubicund, florid, sanguine juice intimated he might have been fabricating images of himself consuming the nectar from another orifice of her embodiment..."