In Days Of Old, Warriors Would Prepare For Battle. War Paint Applied Armor Placed On Them They Would Ride Into Battle Not Knowing If They Would Prevail&Amp;Hellip;Be Victorious. I Too, Apply The War Paint. I Slither Into The Skins Of The Conquered
Nothing but leather will do My pet. Bring your face close. Don’t move, remain still…inches away…and just stare at it. Now, put your nose there, right between My perfect cheeks. Breathe deeply. Press in, in to where you can’
