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11-11-2016, 10:21 AM
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tarik
What doesn't kill me better run. “You’ve said that already.” Tarik replied, his voice more of a growl, but surprisingly calm given that their only means of transportation was being slowly disassembled by the current and the rocks that had ultimately done them in. So they’d lost their ship. Yes, it was a good ship, and yes walking through this snowy forest was proving to be a pain in the ass, but they had time. Well, he and Ralik did. They would find another boat, find another sea to sail her on. And, if needed, they would find another wench. Although … Tarik’s sea-blue eyes watched Huldra’s increasingly obvious pantomime of “angry woman” being performed ahead. Despite his lack of interest in her antics or what they were meant to communicate to the brothers, he had no problem tuning her out, and watching her tail (and the flesh it was connected to), dance back and forth ahead of him. At least it gave him something to look at. “I doubt it.” He replied again, glancing around at the trees, and the forest. When you’re immortal, remembering proves to be the biggest problem - and it’s one that no one tells you about. Despite the fact that all of wounds healed and that Huldra’s murderous attempts on his life always proved unsuccessful, his mind still remained just as mortal as hers was. Forgetting was a side effect of being immortal. It was also a side effect of being an alcoholic. But, just in case, he turned to Ralik, eyeing his brother for a moment questioningly. |
