as the animal kings breathe their terror upon you
05-03-2014, 07:52 PM
As a pearlescent femme would present herself to the scene, the russet man could not help but to give his signature grin before giving a nod of respect. "Inte jag heller, vita damen." Lyrics would pour from the man's tattered inky lips as his own lime gaze would settle upon the damsel. Indeed she was of fine shape. "Where are my manners, my lady?" A thick swedish accent would roll off the man's tongue as he would stop, reddish brown pillars straightening to stop about three feet from the cauldron of fire. Lime gaze would gaze elsewhere, distracted as he awaited a reply from the pearly lady. "Speech" |
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