The swan landed down in the clear pond gently, sending out small ripples in the water as she settled, folding her wings on her back. The body of water itself was secluded by a dense brush of trees, the reason it had chosen to land there. It led out into a river which trailed out and opened into an ocean. Overall, it was pretty deep, but the bird had made itself comfortable in the shallow banks of the pond. Her secretive nature became clear as, craning her neck, she began to grow, becoming more slender and...also seeming to be shedding herself of her skin. Soon, what stood in the wake of the swan was a beautiful (and very much naked) woman, holding in her arms the limp shell of a very stretched out swan.
Cautiously, she looked around her, making sure she really was alone before placing her feathery cloak on the grassy shore and then venturing further out into the cool water. She began to sang to herself as she bathed, cupping the liquid in her pale hands and running it through her long, light blonde hair, which almost looked white in the sunlight that filtered through the leafy canopy above.
· Sun Jun 14, 2009 @ 06:41am · 64 Comments