Zenix appears, smacking the fox boi on the head, before turning back into the raven
He mentally sputters for a moment, changing back into human form. "Hey!"
Awww, whats wrong? Did i hurt da widdle fox?
"Oh, shut up, Orokana Tori."
Make me fox boi.
He growled. "I'm too comfy to move right now."
And scared i'd kick your tail again;
"No, I'd just rather stay comfy on Yuri's thighs than bother fighting you again." To prove a point, he nuzzled into her thighs.
Can't blame you. She was one of the more beautiful eladrins in the court.
"Is that jealousy I hear?"
Not really.
" J e a l o u s y "
I will remove your tongue.
He stuck it out smugly.
A different raven flys in and attempts to tear their tongue out
He catches it and strokes it by the neck. "My, my, these poor birds... How irresponsible of you to send them into a death like this..." He tossed the bird away. "Do try not to do that outside of this building's protection." He teased.
If you care about them so much, how about you just, let them tear out your tongue. It'll grow back, probably.
"It won't, and I'm not saying I care, it's not like I could've killed that one in here anyways. Just saying it's irresponsible of you, Mr. Jealous Bird."
The raven turns back into zenix, "I despise you, you know that?"
"No. My local language skills are lacking. I think its plump? Or maybe thick. I am unsure how it directly translates to common, as it was a very drunk goblin."
She blushes a bit "Either one i suppose"
"I believe thick is the favored in most languages." He says
"Yes yes" she says, her cheeks red.
"You seem to enjoy the description." Hunter says
"Not really, its just weird to hear you say it"
"Really? It seems to be a normal descriptor."
She remains quiet, jittering her foot a bit.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sinclair is sitting on the roof, she is writing millions of papers that seem to stack up the by the thousands.
Yazrin is down in the training area, taking on three targets simultaneously.
*This was her intro*
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
She looks over and watches, a sly grin on her face.
Yazrin doesn't notice her, too focused on the three targets he's battling. As one, all three lift their crossbows and fire at him, and he dives into roll to the side, coming back up to his feet and fires off four arrows into the nearest target. First two arrows hit it in the chest, third one in the crease between helmet and chestplate, and the final arrow finds the small gap in the targets visor. The target drops in a pile of armor after that volley.
"You pretty good at that" Sinclair says
I'm well over 200 years old. I should be. Yazrin says chuckling slightly, as he fires another two arrows into the next target in line, sending it reeling backwards as the third one fires its crossbow again, which Yazrin again easily dodges.
Sinclair continues to watch, her silver eyes tracking each arrow.
She notices that each arrow seems to trail a little bit of frost, and that they appear on the bowstring as soon as Yazrin start pulling it back. He fires off another two arrows into the wounded target, both of them finding the visor, dropping it like the first one. The third one starts backing up, and it fires another arrow at Yazrin, missing him as he seemingly disappears into a patch of shadows.
She continues to watch before jumping off the roof
The third target is obviously confused and just holds a readied crossbow, scanning the area where Yazrin disappeared. Suddenly two arrows fly out of nowhere as Yazrin becomes visible almost 30 feet away from where had been. The first arrow finds the targets visor, and actually punches a hole in the helmet and continues flying. The armor collapses into a pile like the first two, causing the second arrow to miss, as there's no longer anything for it hit.
A pit fiend materlizes beside her, leaning on his mace. Sinclair continues to watch.
Yazrin easily slings the bow over his right shoulder and turns to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the pit fiend. As soon as the bow is over his shoulder, all the arrows vanish, as though they were never there to begin with.
"Well met." He says with a slight smile, his maroon eyes flashing. He bows slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And who might you be?" He asks with a slight chuckle.
"Im Sinclair and this is my comrade, Ozall."
He smiles slightly. "Unusual, but I'm not going to judge too much. There is, or at least was, someone here with a Grey Render, although a Pit Fiend is definitely...unique." He turns to face Ozall, and speaks in infernal. "Well met, master of devils. It is not often I have seen one of your kind walking the Material." He's obviously slightly nervous, but not as nervous as one might expect.
Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"
Yazrin laughs. "It's fine. After the taunts the likes of Zuggtmoy and Fraz-Urbl'uu threw my way, not much can get under my skin." he says with a smile. "Well, what brings you here?"
*ack, sorry i missed this*
"Im a travelling Demonologist, i study all things devilish and demonic." She responded
Yazrin's eyebrows go up. "Interesting. I can tell you a decent bit about the demon lords. I ought most of them, in fact, when they came to the Material Plane."
"Im good, but i thank you" she said, bowing.
He chuckles. "Of course." He pauses, smiling. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sinclair? Maybe you'd like to get a drink?"
"Sure" she says and smiled
Yazrin grins. "Well then, come with me. This particular tavern happens to have just about anything you want." He offers her his hand, smiling, and he pulls a platinum piece out of a pouch on his belt, flipping it in the air casually a few times. "My treat."
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
Yazrin laughs. "Unlike most of my kin, yes. I won't deny that allegation." He takes her hand and leads her into the Tavern. "You can have whatever you'd like." He says with a wink. "I've got it covered."
"Wine if they have it" she says
Yazrin chuckles, and orders her a wine, one of the more expensive vintages, and a glass of Cherry Feywine for himself, smiling. A few minutes later, their drinks are ready. "Shall we find someplace a little quieter to sit?" He asks with a smile.
"Here is fine" she said and smiles "Ive always been a girl who like crowds"
Yazrin chuckles, smiling still. "Well, that makes one of us. I've usually been a bit of a loner, although that may be from the nearly 150 years I've been on the run and hunted by my people." He smiles sadly. "But, I think I've finally found peace here."
Zenix appears, smacking the fox boi on the head, before turning back into the raven
He mentally sputters for a moment, changing back into human form. "Hey!"
Awww, whats wrong? Did i hurt da widdle fox?
"Oh, shut up, Orokana Tori."
Make me fox boi.
He growled. "I'm too comfy to move right now."
And scared i'd kick your tail again;
"No, I'd just rather stay comfy on Yuri's thighs than bother fighting you again." To prove a point, he nuzzled into her thighs.
Can't blame you. She was one of the more beautiful eladrins in the court.
"Is that jealousy I hear?"
Not really.
" J e a l o u s y "
I will remove your tongue.
He stuck it out smugly.
A different raven flys in and attempts to tear their tongue out
He catches it and strokes it by the neck. "My, my, these poor birds... How irresponsible of you to send them into a death like this..." He tossed the bird away. "Do try not to do that outside of this building's protection." He teased.
If you care about them so much, how about you just, let them tear out your tongue. It'll grow back, probably.
"It won't, and I'm not saying I care, it's not like I could've killed that one in here anyways. Just saying it's irresponsible of you, Mr. Jealous Bird."
The raven turns back into zenix, "I despise you, you know that?"
"Yeah, I despise you, too, you know that?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Sinclair is sitting on the roof, she is writing millions of papers that seem to stack up the by the thousands.
Yazrin is down in the training area, taking on three targets simultaneously.
*This was her intro*
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
She looks over and watches, a sly grin on her face.
Yazrin doesn't notice her, too focused on the three targets he's battling. As one, all three lift their crossbows and fire at him, and he dives into roll to the side, coming back up to his feet and fires off four arrows into the nearest target. First two arrows hit it in the chest, third one in the crease between helmet and chestplate, and the final arrow finds the small gap in the targets visor. The target drops in a pile of armor after that volley.
"You pretty good at that" Sinclair says
I'm well over 200 years old. I should be. Yazrin says chuckling slightly, as he fires another two arrows into the next target in line, sending it reeling backwards as the third one fires its crossbow again, which Yazrin again easily dodges.
Sinclair continues to watch, her silver eyes tracking each arrow.
She notices that each arrow seems to trail a little bit of frost, and that they appear on the bowstring as soon as Yazrin start pulling it back. He fires off another two arrows into the wounded target, both of them finding the visor, dropping it like the first one. The third one starts backing up, and it fires another arrow at Yazrin, missing him as he seemingly disappears into a patch of shadows.
She continues to watch before jumping off the roof
The third target is obviously confused and just holds a readied crossbow, scanning the area where Yazrin disappeared. Suddenly two arrows fly out of nowhere as Yazrin becomes visible almost 30 feet away from where had been. The first arrow finds the targets visor, and actually punches a hole in the helmet and continues flying. The armor collapses into a pile like the first two, causing the second arrow to miss, as there's no longer anything for it hit.
A pit fiend materlizes beside her, leaning on his mace. Sinclair continues to watch.
Yazrin easily slings the bow over his right shoulder and turns to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the pit fiend. As soon as the bow is over his shoulder, all the arrows vanish, as though they were never there to begin with.
"Well met." He says with a slight smile, his maroon eyes flashing. He bows slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And who might you be?" He asks with a slight chuckle.
"Im Sinclair and this is my comrade, Ozall."
He smiles slightly. "Unusual, but I'm not going to judge too much. There is, or at least was, someone here with a Grey Render, although a Pit Fiend is definitely...unique." He turns to face Ozall, and speaks in infernal. "Well met, master of devils. It is not often I have seen one of your kind walking the Material." He's obviously slightly nervous, but not as nervous as one might expect.
Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"
Yazrin laughs. "It's fine. After the taunts the likes of Zuggtmoy and Fraz-Urbl'uu threw my way, not much can get under my skin." he says with a smile. "Well, what brings you here?"
*ack, sorry i missed this*
"Im a travelling Demonologist, i study all things devilish and demonic." She responded
Yazrin's eyebrows go up. "Interesting. I can tell you a decent bit about the demon lords. I ought most of them, in fact, when they came to the Material Plane."
"Im good, but i thank you" she said, bowing.
He chuckles. "Of course." He pauses, smiling. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sinclair? Maybe you'd like to get a drink?"
"Sure" she says and smiled
Yazrin grins. "Well then, come with me. This particular tavern happens to have just about anything you want." He offers her his hand, smiling, and he pulls a platinum piece out of a pouch on his belt, flipping it in the air casually a few times. "My treat."
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
Yazrin laughs. "Unlike most of my kin, yes. I won't deny that allegation." He takes her hand and leads her into the Tavern. "You can have whatever you'd like." He says with a wink. "I've got it covered."
"Wine if they have it" she says
Yazrin chuckles, and orders her a wine, one of the more expensive vintages, and a glass of Cherry Feywine for himself, smiling. A few minutes later, their drinks are ready. "Shall we find someplace a little quieter to sit?" He asks with a smile.
"Here is fine" she said and smiles "Ive always been a girl who like crowds"
Yazrin chuckles, smiling still. "Well, that makes one of us. I've usually been a bit of a loner, although that may be from the nearly 150 years I've been on the run and hunted by my people." He smiles sadly. "But, I think I've finally found peace here."
"Thats good to hear" she said "Peace is the one thing that is more priceless then treasure"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"No. My local language skills are lacking. I think its plump? Or maybe thick. I am unsure how it directly translates to common, as it was a very drunk goblin."
She blushes a bit "Either one i suppose"
"I believe thick is the favored in most languages." He says
*Good morning everybody! Busy day for me today but I can be on for a few minutes.*
Krathian is packing a briefcase with clothes, toiletries, and the like.
Fin is practicing his forms
Malte is sitting out in the woods
Oscar/Allison are in rotation.
Sinclair is outside with Yazarin.
Lore is with Hunter.
Yuri is with Zenix and Terou.
Finn, looking a bit foggy-brained and very confused, walks up to Oscar. "Hi," he says
Oscar waves "Howdy there cutie"
He chuckles, "Cutie...right. Remember the other night?"
"Yep" she purrs "You kissed me"
His eyes widen slightly. "...Oh...that's ... that's nice. Well I mean, I hope it was."
She chuckles "You were drunk, its okay, you didnt know what you were doing"
"Yeah I ... still don't ..."
"Its okay" she said and smiled warmly
"So..." he says, "Where do we go from here?"
"as in?" she asked, sitting up.
"As in ... us, (wow that sounds weird in my mouth.) I'm not going to hold you to anything we said or did while we were both drunk as [GP]"
"Its ok" she said and smiles "do you have feelings for me?"
"No. Yes. Maybe? I don't know." He heaves a breath, "All my life I've been taught to control my emotions, to keep them in check. But this feeling is really nice," he smiles at her. "I'd like to see where this goes. What about you?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Sinclair is sitting on the roof, she is writing millions of papers that seem to stack up the by the thousands.
Yazrin is down in the training area, taking on three targets simultaneously.
*This was her intro*
A woman walks into the tavern. She has pale brown skin, almost like dark honey, long black hair that is tied back in a tight ponytail behind her head, and bright silver eyes that shimmer like the full moon. She wears a tight-fitting black dress with very little accessories to it expect a silver chain necklace with a symbol of some sort. She carried a black leather satchel with silver buckles with a crescent moon-like design stitched on one side, bundles of random scrolls, some filled with writing while others were blank, while book covers poked out to meet the world. What was crazy about this woman walking in is that, right behind her, was a large pit fiend with rust colored skin tones that were coated with black brimstone dust. He wore a nothing but a thick golden chain around his neck, he carried a black metal mace in one hand that dragged across the floor.
She looks over and watches, a sly grin on her face.
Yazrin doesn't notice her, too focused on the three targets he's battling. As one, all three lift their crossbows and fire at him, and he dives into roll to the side, coming back up to his feet and fires off four arrows into the nearest target. First two arrows hit it in the chest, third one in the crease between helmet and chestplate, and the final arrow finds the small gap in the targets visor. The target drops in a pile of armor after that volley.
"You pretty good at that" Sinclair says
I'm well over 200 years old. I should be. Yazrin says chuckling slightly, as he fires another two arrows into the next target in line, sending it reeling backwards as the third one fires its crossbow again, which Yazrin again easily dodges.
Sinclair continues to watch, her silver eyes tracking each arrow.
She notices that each arrow seems to trail a little bit of frost, and that they appear on the bowstring as soon as Yazrin start pulling it back. He fires off another two arrows into the wounded target, both of them finding the visor, dropping it like the first one. The third one starts backing up, and it fires another arrow at Yazrin, missing him as he seemingly disappears into a patch of shadows.
She continues to watch before jumping off the roof
The third target is obviously confused and just holds a readied crossbow, scanning the area where Yazrin disappeared. Suddenly two arrows fly out of nowhere as Yazrin becomes visible almost 30 feet away from where had been. The first arrow finds the targets visor, and actually punches a hole in the helmet and continues flying. The armor collapses into a pile like the first two, causing the second arrow to miss, as there's no longer anything for it hit.
A pit fiend materlizes beside her, leaning on his mace. Sinclair continues to watch.
Yazrin easily slings the bow over his right shoulder and turns to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the pit fiend. As soon as the bow is over his shoulder, all the arrows vanish, as though they were never there to begin with.
"Well met." He says with a slight smile, his maroon eyes flashing. He bows slightly. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza. And who might you be?" He asks with a slight chuckle.
"Im Sinclair and this is my comrade, Ozall."
He smiles slightly. "Unusual, but I'm not going to judge too much. There is, or at least was, someone here with a Grey Render, although a Pit Fiend is definitely...unique." He turns to face Ozall, and speaks in infernal. "Well met, master of devils. It is not often I have seen one of your kind walking the Material." He's obviously slightly nervous, but not as nervous as one might expect.
Ozall rolls his eyes, snarling a bit "It would be much happier if i wasn't bound to her and i could go back down to slaughtering you mortals but noooooo Asmodeus told me i was going to be bound to her." he grumbled. Sinclair rolled her eyes "Forgive him, he always grumpy"
Yazrin laughs. "It's fine. After the taunts the likes of Zuggtmoy and Fraz-Urbl'uu threw my way, not much can get under my skin." he says with a smile. "Well, what brings you here?"
*ack, sorry i missed this*
"Im a travelling Demonologist, i study all things devilish and demonic." She responded
Yazrin's eyebrows go up. "Interesting. I can tell you a decent bit about the demon lords. I ought most of them, in fact, when they came to the Material Plane."
"Im good, but i thank you" she said, bowing.
He chuckles. "Of course." He pauses, smiling. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Sinclair? Maybe you'd like to get a drink?"
"Sure" she says and smiled
Yazrin grins. "Well then, come with me. This particular tavern happens to have just about anything you want." He offers her his hand, smiling, and he pulls a platinum piece out of a pouch on his belt, flipping it in the air casually a few times. "My treat."
"My my, a gentleman" she said teasingly
Yazrin laughs. "Unlike most of my kin, yes. I won't deny that allegation." He takes her hand and leads her into the Tavern. "You can have whatever you'd like." He says with a wink. "I've got it covered."
"Wine if they have it" she says
Yazrin chuckles, and orders her a wine, one of the more expensive vintages, and a glass of Cherry Feywine for himself, smiling. A few minutes later, their drinks are ready. "Shall we find someplace a little quieter to sit?" He asks with a smile.
"Here is fine" she said and smiles "Ive always been a girl who like crowds"
Yazrin chuckles, smiling still. "Well, that makes one of us. I've usually been a bit of a loner, although that may be from the nearly 150 years I've been on the run and hunted by my people." He smiles sadly. "But, I think I've finally found peace here."
"Thats good to hear" she said "Peace is the one thing that is more priceless then treasure"
Yazrin nods, smiling. "Very true. Peace, friendship, love, All far more valuable than any treasure hoard."
"No. My local language skills are lacking. I think its plump? Or maybe thick. I am unsure how it directly translates to common, as it was a very drunk goblin."
She blushes a bit "Either one i suppose"
"I believe thick is the favored in most languages." He says
"Yes yes" she says, her cheeks red.
"You seem to enjoy the description." Hunter says
"Not really, its just weird to hear you say it"
"Really? It seems to be a normal descriptor."
She remains quiet, jittering her foot a bit.
Hunter smiles, poking her side a bit
Lore smacks his hand "Im trying to work my love"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"No. Yes. Maybe? I don't know." He heaves a breath, "All my life I've been taught to control my emotions, to keep them in check. But this feeling is really nice," he smiles at her. "I'd like to see where this goes. What about you?"
She smiles and reaches over, lifting him so he on her chest. she hugs him a bit "That would be nice"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
"Ah, so a feelings of confusion hm?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The raven turns back into zenix, "I despise you, you know that?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He sets an arm around her and lays there, not really sure what else to do.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Valian is inside having some fruit, & brushing off his wings.
Brishka is taking a walk outside.
<slot open>
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She remains quiet, jittering her foot a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Everything about you is confusing." He says
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Yazrin chuckles, smiling still. "Well, that makes one of us. I've usually been a bit of a loner, although that may be from the nearly 150 years I've been on the run and hunted by my people." He smiles sadly. "But, I think I've finally found peace here."
"Yeah, I despise you, too, you know that?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
She smiles "That it is"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*just reading through other Quote chains, ahh the tavern.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She opens an eye and smiles at his discomfort, giving him another kiss and leaning into him.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Thats good to hear" she said "Peace is the one thing that is more priceless then treasure"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hunter smiles, poking her side a bit
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He kisses her back, just going along with it.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You don't care, do you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"No. Yes. Maybe? I don't know." He heaves a breath, "All my life I've been taught to control my emotions, to keep them in check. But this feeling is really nice," he smiles at her. "I'd like to see where this goes. What about you?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Yazrin nods, smiling. "Very true. Peace, friendship, love, All far more valuable than any treasure hoard."
Lore smacks his hand "Im trying to work my love"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I do, your my friend and your feelings are your own"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles and reaches over, lifting him so he on her chest. she hugs him a bit "That would be nice"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]