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Kyrvik
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Date Posted: 23:14:27 08/07/01 Tue
In reply to:
Queen Braeden
's message, "I thought so..." on 15:41:17 08/07/01 Tue
*he breaths in deeply, his lips lightly presssed against her forhead, his left arm wraped around her waiste, though his right is not seen, not above water at least, he traces his left hand up between her breasts and over her shoulder, then back down once again, his gaze follows her hands as she traces over the scars on his body, many are battle wounds, some more fierce than others, the newest was, in his mind, and no one would convince him otherwise, the one that was worthwhile, though it could have healed and left a cleaner scar than it did but that was his own fault, for not taking care of the wound immediatly, he moved and kissed Braeden's neck, his dark eyes slightly glazed, his attention was not drawn away from Braeden, for he was aware of her very breathingpatern though he also had something bothering him, though he kissed her once more and took her hand in his, tracing her fingers over a scar on his shoulder, it streaked down his arm, from his shoulderblade across to the front of his body, it had to have cut the bicep open, his eyes are still slightly glazed though all other signs say that nothing is distracting him, though he knows that Braeden knows him well enough to pick up even the slightest hints...* This is the cut i recieved... from a Celtic claymor... much like yours... The weilder came at me from behind, I was utop Flair, she would have noticed him if they had not done such hearless things to her, I may be an evil, but torture such as that to animals is sickening *his tone shows clearly his distaste for such obserdness, perhaps Braeden would consider it a weakness, though he would not lie to her, and however she chose to take it, he would except* His blade entered my shoulder, that is when Flair realised he was there, she reared and turned, draging the blade across my arm, though in all fairness to her... she was not mine at the time, I was not given the chace to kill the man that did it to me... Flair did that, many said that I should get rid of her, for making the wound more that it should have been... though I later found out... the men I was fighting had a unique format for poisoning... they had poison on the middle of their blades, and further toward the hilt... rather than the tip fi she had not moved I would have been poisoned, though she did, and I made it out without suffering more than that wound, in truth this deos not seem like one of my more glorious wounds... though the men that fell before and after... now that is something I should not have done... you must have been smiling upon me Love, for I should not have made it out alive... though I should not have been ther to start.... *he smiles and chuckles slightly, then kisses her, he moves his hand down with hers and traces a scar up the inside of his leg, from teh knee to the hip, starting from the inside of the knee, and moving up and out just enough to ensure that he stayed a man (OOC:he he lol had to say that hehehe, sorry lil hyper) IC: he kisses her one more, leaving her to ask the questions, for he did not wish to answer more than he had to about this particular scar...*
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