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11-16-2016, 03:13 PM
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tarik
What doesn't kill me better run. Tarik did not falter either - not even when the mystical bird upon the Transcended's rump (oh how he envied that bird..) gave a cry of alarm. Was the dreadlocked stallion clever enough to know that wench would likely strike her delicate tulip ears as some sort of insult or slur? Probably. Did that stop him? Clearly not. It was one thing to possess a delicate and pure looking body. It was another entirely to possess a mind equally as unmarred. Though ...Given the guttural words the white dove offered in a language which was foreign to his ears, he thought that perhaps his choice of words hadn't wounded her clearly delicate sensibility quite as much as he was meant to think. And, she had answered him after all. And it was the answer that he wanted. A wider, more primitive smile now coloured his dark lips, but there was still a good natured laughter in his sea-blue stare. Tarik wondered if the squawk from her companion was truly an indication of the emotion flowing through her. Or perhaps, like her veiled response, it was just the emotion she wanted displayed. Nibbling his lip as the discussion moved solidly to where, if at all, the trio might end up, Tarik couldn't help but feel swayed to the Dragon's Throat. If only so that he might see just how deep the pale mare's sensibility truly ran. Before he might have said more something equally suave and insulting, there was talking of fucking and drinking. With an ear trained on Huldra and expression that indicated that there was nothing shocking about the mare's unapologetic response to the question. Tarik turned his gaze to their stalwart Ahh, but temptation! Temptation was really quite an interesting feeling when one was immortal. It was one of the only things that made the stallion feel anything, anymore. The challenge. The unknown. So much of those aspects of life had been lost on him during his decades of life. And if Nephele was to be believed, the Dragon's Throat would certainly be able to accommodate more than just a few of their favourite past-times. "Pick of the boys? Do you hear that Huldra?" Tarik swept an expression that had grown neutral towards the mare, despite the laughter that still filled his eyes. "But will they pick you, I wonder?" His accent was thick as it rolled off of his tongue, the laughter in his eyes now touching his lips and pulling them into a smirk. Casting a glance towards Ralik, Tarik shrugged as if still contemplating the offer. "What say you brother?" Though Tarik almost certainly already knew what it was Ralik would say. @Ralik |
