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Bixi nodded, summoning Jhazthyk before they continued on. He would be the strongest one, able to take the weight without complaint. The purple circle once again encircled the warlock as the Voidwalker made it's appearance, its' blue body tapering at the bottom and becoming transparent. It's huge shoulders moved from side to side as the demon took in it's surroundings, looking down at the gnome and goblin. Immediately it rushed Dustil, thinking she was in danger, but she held up her hands and called for him. "No, no, no! He's friendly," she said and jumped in front of him, her eyes wide in surprise. He looked down at her and then back to Dustil, then back to her, awaiting command. "I need you to carry some things for us please." Despite his short temper and readiness to attack, he would do anything for Bixi. It was bond they shared, going beyond simple master and demon relationship. He hoisted whatever was needed and waited for them to continue on.

The little blond looked to Dustil and sidled against him, shrugging her shoulders to signal she was okay being his support, his crutch while they walked if he needed it. "I don't think Jhaz could carry you with all that as well," she said and chuckled. "At least he wouldn't be gentle about it."

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Dustil returned her nod and began to pick through the debris from some of the leather skins, leaving Bixi to her summoning. He'd found a decent piece relativly undamaged and was in the process of rolling it up when the nape of his neck began to tingle. Turning, he saw a mass of inky blue rushing at him, massive hands outstretched. Like a deer in the headlights of a goblin trike, Dustil's eyes widened and his ears flopped in fear. He'd never be able to reach his knife or rifle before it was on him. What in the-

Bixi's voice cut the air and the massive thing stopped short as she leapt in front of it. That...was hers? She hastily explained that Dustil wasn't a threat to the brute and ordered it off to collect the timber he'd pointed out before. Hesitating, the thing tottered off to do it's masters bidding. He doubted he could have stopped Blue or Ripsnarl is they bumrushed someone like that. The little gnome was, so far, unceasing in her surprises. Giving weak nervous little chuckle, Dustil got to his feet [and did his best to keep his knees from shaking in residual fear] as he gathered up the skins.

"Nah. Something tells me he'd get a kick out of seeing how far he could throw me. Jeez, he's a beefy one'in't he?" Dustil mumbled as he watched the abomination heft the gathered wood like it was nothing. The one she summoned before, Big Purple? At least he was humanoid. Scary as all reason, sure, but the form was familiar. This one quietly unnerved Dustil, though he'd try his best to not let it show; Growing up in Northrend, you knew to stay away from ghostly apparitions like the one glaring at him now. He swallowed and scootched a bit closer to Bixi. He saw her offer him her shoulder for support and his unease melted away. Smiling, he gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze and shook his head.

"I should be fine for now. Though later on, I might take you up on that." He said with a small smile and wink. If there were more warlocks like her in the world, it'd likely not be such a dark and gloomy place. He hurried off to the little pile of rocks, skins under one arm. After stowing his vest a little further in, he collected and put his soaked shirt back on. Wet though it might have been, at least the scent of the sea was leaving it. Giving the dwindling body of water one last forlorn look, he made a quiet prayer to the Earth Mother to keep an eye on Razz and keep him safe. Rushing back to Bixi and...the thing,,,he hefted the skins under one arm and slung his rifle over his shoulder, wincing as it hit his back.

"Best get moving before it gets dark." He said, looking to his cloak, which she was still wearing. The vaguely gray pelt of animal skin was slicked down, and he was unsure how effective the pelts little ability would be, but in a pinch, he supposed it would work. "If you get tired of the rain hittin' your head, pull up the cowl." He said, reaching behind her to pull out one of the cloaks attachments. While wet, it'd keep the rain from her face, among other things. "That thing's got quite a story attached to it."





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Thanks hon and don't worry, I've been in a bit of a fugue too. Sorry, works been a bit of a pain. Busy busy busy. So, I'm curious if you want to maybe do a timeskip [perhaps 6-8 hours or so until nightfall] or until they reach the Lift to continue on with some drama.

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So there's been some drama, and I'm going to have to leave Gaia for a little bit. Death in the family and sickly grandparent in the hospital kinda takes over. I'll come back though I promise, I just didn't want to leave you hanging smile

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Dont worry hon, I understand; Family comes first! Hope everything turns out as well as it can!

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Bixi smiled as he looked at the cloak on her shoulders, draping the fabric over her head to keep the rain out. When he mentioned that it had quite the story attached to it, she hesitantly lifted it up from her head and glanced up at it, wondering what could possibly be attached to it. "Oh yeah? I'm sure a lot of your possessions have some stories," she said and giggled, placing the cloak down upon her head once more. She wondered what it could be, maybe it was with him when he found his first pet, maybe it had magical properties that were rare to have on a cloak. But, either way, she found herself proud to be the one wearing it if it belonged to Dustil.

Their walk towards the lift was filled with Bixi's idle chatter, trying to fill the void of silence. "And this one time, I was partnered with a night elf who had no idea what she doing," she began, a small giggle interrupting her story. "She thought it would be funny to run into the Wailing Caverns without backup, and scare the snakes with her roar, she was a druid. Anyways, it was hard to catch up to her, but my friend was a professional first air attendant and immediately ran in and saved her. We had a good laugh. But that's why I don't really like elves."

She stopped and looked up at the sky, still covered in clouds but had become dark and it was getting harder to see. "Maybe we should stop for a sleep now," she said and looked around, edging closer to Dustil and pulling the cloak tighter around her body.

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Dustil gave a single chuckle as she mentioned most of his gear holding a story. While it was true, in hindsight, he'd imagined anyone in their various professions held some memento or winding yarn. While some of his gear was more fancy then others, the cloak was a special case. Namely, it'd been one of his biggest kills and the trip in question brought him into contact with Goffwin, starting their friendly little rivalry and his introduction to the Alliance and it's more...unsavory aspects. That, and the cloak's "unique" ability had saved his a** many a time. That said, she filled most of the trek with with her own idle talk, which he didn't mind. Turns out she was even more cute when she got chatty, getting very animated and prone to giggling at certain parts in the story.

The current yarn was about how she'd entered somewhere called the "Wailing Caverns" and her general dislike of the Elven persuasion. He gave a mirthless laugh and shook his head.

"Gotta admit, I'm with ya there. I can count on my hand how many good elves, be they Night, Blood or High that I've enjoyed the company of. Either their too hoity-toity, Holier then Thou or just plain jackasses." Which, sadly, was true. The Blood Elves were always so...vicious, judgemental and just downers to be around. Once he'd had to escort a handful of Horde members to scout out one of the floating Ziggurat's those undead bastards were using as a waypoint.

Captain of the team was this twinkly-haired sour-faced Blood Elf by the name of Felrion. Every five minute's it was something else; "Goblin, which way?" "Goblin, where are we going?" "Goblin, this is not close enough! I'll tell you when too close is too close!" Goblin this, goblin that...And the other members of the group, three trolls, four orcs and a tauren were getting similar undeserved lashings. When a Gargoyle scooped up Mr. High and Mighty and dropped him into a pit of spikes and discarded rusty weapons, not a single member of the group went above and beyond to check on him. Suffice to say, the rest of the group got out relatively unscathed after one of the trolls, a druid by the name of Gein'Maar, took command and sounded the fighting retreat.

He received less pay due to Felrion's demise, true, but he'd made a stoic friend in Gein'Maar when he, Bjorn and Blue kept the undead off the little band as they retreated. His dealings with the Night Elves he kept to the barest of minimums; He loved the wilderness as much as the next adventurer, but they took that love to the extreme. That, and the same "Better than you" attitude the Belf's wore like badges of honor? These lot wore it like armor plating. Couldn't be bothered lest you bend a sapling or burn a bush.

"The Tauren and the Tunka are good people, though." He added, hefting the bundle of leather once more. "Welcoming and friendly lot so long as you ain't offensive or, you know, try killin' em." He sorely wished they'd come across survivors of any faction at this point, but so far they'd not seen hide nor hair of anything, not even wildlife. That troubled Dustil immensely; Either the wave had done more damage then he'd expected or the local critters were either hunkering down or migrating away from danger. Danger that that big-a** dragon was likely connected to. Bixi's comment about setting up camp brought him back from his thoughts.

The gnome was right, it was getting dark. Giving a small grumble of displeasure, he looked to the sky. While the clouds still choked the sky, at least the rain had stopped some time ago. He just wished they'd clear long enough for him to get a good look at the stars or sun or even the moon. Then'd he'd at least have some way of telling where exactly they were heading. His best guess was they were indeed still on the right path; He'd flown the Flats enough to know where the Lift was and, if need be, one could simply run the rim until they came across it. That said, any light would have also been of great help. While he could see moderately well in the dark, any advantage you had above the wilderness, the better.

"Yeah...Yeah, that sounds like plan for now." He said sourly, setting down the skins and rolling them out. That thing she summoned was looking at him again. He shivered lightly, looking to her as she scooted a little closer to him. Cold or scared he had no clue, but he had a little surprise for her.

"If'n ya want, try to envision the landscape around you and pull the cloak a bit closer." He said, stopping his task to do just that for her. If she did, the pelt the cloak was made from would activate and take on the colors of her surroundings, rendering everywhere there was fur to cover seemingly invisible. He turned back to his work, motioning for the Big Bruiser to set down the timbers, which it sourly obeyed. Hesitantly, Dustil pulled the hunks of wood away from the Voidlord and slowly began to set them up under a large stone overhang. It'd be a tight squeeze, but at least the ground under the natural formation was dry.

"That's the pelt of a Wendigo. Big, ugly thing up in Northrend that's suppose to be some kind of magical Yeti'er something." He explained, angling the wood just right and making sure the wooden timbers wouldn't shift. "Truth be told, I never want to run into something like it again. Was making a medical run to the outpost in the Storm Peaks, K3, when a storm blew in. Blue and Bjorn were with me, but Blue was still...well, untrained." A small chuckle escaped the Goblin as he remembered how much of a fuss the Protodrake had put up. He still had a few of the burn and bite marks to prove it. "Storm rolls in as I'm about seven or so miles from K3 so me and my boys try to find some cover from the storm against the mountains. Big mistake." He rolled the first flap of skin tightly, wringing the residual water from it and throwing it around the standing timbers and fastening the flap in place with a few knots.

"We get about a mile to mountainside when theres this horrible noise echoing out over the tundra; A long, deep howl that sends poor Blue running out into the storm, trying to fly as he goes. I give chase, along with Bjorn, but the storm covers up his tracks and mangles all sense of direction I have going for me. Now, I'm panicing at this point, because I have no idea what made that noise, nor where it is and Blue could have run off right into it. I couldn't just leave Blue out in the storm either; He was carrying a bulk of the medicine, so I break the one rule you should never do in when in a situation like this; I call out to Blue." Tossing and tying the second flap, the triangular structure was already starting to take shape, with the upper and middle flaps covering roughly sixty-percent of the wood.

"I'm yellin' and hollarin' after him and I can't even seen ten feet in front of me at this point. That's when I hear the sound of a Protodrake over the wind and I start making for it. Bjorn, on the other hand, is heading in another direction completely and he's trying every now and then to drag me in that direction, but I shake him off. Blue has to be coming from where the sound is, no other Protodrakes are in the area, or so I figured. So I keep following the sound and it's getting closer and closer and Bjorn's getting more and more persistent and downright violent as he tries to pull me off my course." The third and fourth flap went up, completing the tepee. It didn't look like the most fancy structure in the Barrens, and he was sore from the effort, but at least they had shelter. Dustil circled his creation, checking for gaps and imperfections.

"Bjorn's been with me since I started out; He's never like this. Should have noticed, but I was too worried about Blue. Wasn't thinkin' straight. Bjorn up and gives up trying to pull me away and then just...hurls himself at something in front of me. I would have walked right into it, whatever it was. All I knew at the time was it was big, angry and none too happy to have had it's meal inturrpted. Looked like a Yeti, only way more lean and not as bulky or slow. Thing just grabs Bjorn and just hurls him off it like he was a pup, bellowing at me and sending me backpedaling. All I can see is just this big blue fangy face in the snow, floating hands and thatches of bare chest...and it's eyes; Big black pools dark as a starless sky." Dustil shivered, pausing in his inspection as he remembered the lifeless, endless pits.

"Bjorn recovers and launches himself at it again and buys me some time to get my rifle out. It pins him down and just starts wailing on'em. I get it's attention with a few shots and it turns those black eyes at me. It was like looking into the void itself. I froze up like a deer and only Bjorn brought me back. He latched onto the things arm and did what he does best; Sucking the magic from it. It lets loose with a howl so loud it made my ears pop, but the thing suddenly just...materialized in front of me." Dustil explained, voice a little awed. He pulled and tugged here and there, making sure the tepee's base was nice and flat and nothing could skirt in under a raised flap.

"Now with a decent target, I start putting rounds into it, but I might as well me throwing pebbles at a stampeding kodo, so I move to switch to some heavier ammunition when the thing tosses Bjorn at me. I cant get away in time and Bjorn just manages to clip my side, sending my rifle and ammo scattering. I held onto one round as I scramble to my rifle, the thing making a B-line right for me, howling and gnashing it's big teeth and tearing up the ground as it went. I empty the magazine, slip in the round and just bring my rifle to bear when the things almost on top of me. It's running full tilt now, but thankfully the snow was slowing it down just enough for me focus in on a target; It's eyes." The tepee looked about as sturdy and as safe as he could make it, but he still kept up his hunt. "The thing launches itself at me just as I pull the trigger. I dive back into the snow as the thing makes a lunge for me, sailing over me by a few inches and landing in a big heap in the snow. I fumble to gather up my scattered ammo as the thing just lays there. It's likely dead at this point, but Northrend's gotten some pretty loose understandings of when something is mostly dead or completely dead, so I put four more rounds into the things skull before going to check on Bjorn, whose beaten up and bruised. Thankfully, that nice little magical snack the big white whatever-the-hell-it-was gave him healed up some of his wounds."

Returning to the tepee's entrance, he gave the inside a quick once over; Large enough for the two of them, it didn't exactly have the most enjoyable smell to it, but at least it would keep out the elements and was relatively dry.

"I mark the location of our kill and me an Bjorn set off to find Blue once again. Little s**t had actually managed to get off the ground in the storm and was cowering in a small cave at the foot of the mountains. We wait out the storm, lick our wounds and the next day go back to find our attacker where we'd left em. Funnily enough, we were only a few miles from K3, so me and Bjorn drag the carcass with us to the outpost. Needless to say, the goblins there were unhappy we were late and docked my pay, but were surprise to see what I'd brought with me. Well, them and a lone dwarf, who'd been drinking them out of house and home and was extremely unhappy with me when he requested to see the kill." Dustil chuckled as he removed his still wet shirt and gloves, wringing them out as he continued.

"Th-this guy just starts to bawl and throw a fit, claiming I'd "Dun gone'n bagged 'is beastie!'" He said with a laugh, doing his best to imitate the dwarfish accent. "Goffin Thaddeus Irondrake; Master Hunter he introduces himself as. Says the thing I bagged was a Wendigo, some kind of dark-magic touched Yeti. He claimed the thing could mimic the voices and bellows of anything it wished and it's pelt could shift to match the surrounding landscape, which explained most of what happened." He explained, approaching Bixi and towards her. "Said if I skinned it and brought it to a Druid, that whole 'change to look like the area around me' could still be used, by whomever was wearing it no less. Something about thralling the spirit to the pelt or some such, I'm not exactly sure. I took his advice, took it to a druid who owed me a favor and...well, see for yourself." He said with a proud grin. People who weren't Rouges usually wigged when they saw exactly how well the pelt worked.


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Oh boy story time was in session! I'm so happy to hear your feeling a bit better, if there's anything I ca do, please don't hesitate to ask. ;3 Also, if the Voidlord feels like maybe "Testing the durability" of the tepee, I'd be all for it. I had that clip in my mind the whole time typing this.

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Bixi gasped and covered her mouth in the appropriate places to his story, unaware of the dangers of Northrend. She had never considered herself experienced enough to go there, and had missed her chance at conquering the Lich King with the others in the frozen wasteland. But here was Dustil telling her all the dangers and his story of his experiences there, and it sounded like she wasn't missing much. Seemed much too scary for her liking. The little gnome nodded when he explained it was like a yeti, having seen such a creature in Dun Morogh a few times, although they were small and relatively easy to deal with. This creature, however, this Wendigo, sounded terrifying! And the goblin man was certainly a brave soul for defeating the creature and even rescuing his drake in the process. Bixi could feel her little heart thump at the thought of his bravery.

When he commented to imagine the surroundings and she would turn invisible, she bit her lip and hesitated. It's not that she didn't like being invisible...no, that was it, she didn't like being invisible. But, she mustered a breath and did it anyways, imagining her surroundings and her body disappeared where the cloak covered her. Her voidwalker didn't notice she had disappeared because he was inspecting the shelter that Dustil had created, pushing on the lumber and skins to see how well they would fare. One particular piece of wood didn't seem too secure and had begun to sink down, causing the demon to immediately correct it and turn to face his master, who was now missing. He twirled and spun, looking for Bixi when his eyes narrowed on the goblin, and he let out a growl. "Jhaz, I'm here," she called out and removed the cloak so he could see her. He visibly relaxed and she giggled. "Thank you for your cloak. I don't think I should disappear anymore."

She hunkered down inside the makeshift tent and shuffled down to see how comfortable she would be. It would be tight, and they might have to sleep close together, not that she minded. She found herself blushing at the thought and patted the ground next to her, calling to Dustil. "Come sit with me, Jhaz will protect us," she called out to him.

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Dustil gave a ginger chuckle as he watched most of her shudder and vanish into the landscape, save her nervous expression and glittering green eyes. That mirth and good will suddenly vanished when he heard an all too familiar liquid growl from behind. He froze in fear, ears slowly wilting as he turned to look at the heaping mass of angry muscle glowering nastily at him. Seriously? Again? Thankfully, Bixi quickly removed his cloak and reappeared, ordering him to stand down. The feeling of relief was mutual between the goblin and eldritch abomination, Dustil giving an aggravated sigh and glared bitterly at the Voidlord and then to her, his expression softening to one of lax weariness.

"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose. I rather enjoy using my legs and arms." He grumbled sourly, stealing a glance at the Voidlord. In hindsight, it didn't seem all that bright. Maybe he should have told it what was going to happen when she did her little trick. Maybe underneath all that armor and attitude it was really a gentle soul out only to lovingly and selflessly defend his master and all it needed was a little proof to befriend!

After a moment, that thought sunk in and Dustil laughed. Oh who was he kidding? That thing was likely just looking for a reason to rip off his arms and put them in his ears. With a shake of his head he turned to the tepee to find Bixi within and beckoning him inside. He paused, ears wilting just a fraction in surprise; The little gnome before him, patting the [possibly] hard earth beside her, the coloring in her cheeks and the mild lighting within the tepee making her eyes nearly shine in dim light. He gave a single nervous chuckle before ducking into the structure. His nose wrinkled at the musty-dank smell of the furs composing the walls of the tepee, but such a scent was one he'd grown accustom to in his profession.

Settling down beside his gnomish companion, he winced slightly as the sound on his back protested. Ignoring the pain and doing his best to hide it, he took a look around the darkening structure and gave a sigh.

"Not exactly the most ritzy place I've slept," He said lightheartedly, rolling out his cloak before the two of them. "But it's certainly not the worst by a long shot." A roguish, lopsided smile on his face he put a hand on his companions shoulder. "Don't-uh-figure I've said it, but...well, thanks for-uh-yah'know, sticking with me. Doubt I-I could'a made it this far on my own." He said, offering her the cloak once again.

"Way I see it, we can use it as a pillow, blanket or bedroll. Though-uh-we-heh-might need to get a bit close." His cheeks slowly took on a shade of rich purple as he blushed. Fact was, while they were indeed in quite a pickle and while he and her would likely have a lot to do once all this nonsense was settled, he'd be lying if he said, at the moment, he didn't feel...opposed to the situation. Call it him being a typical goblin guy or just flat out lonely or even possibly concussed from the fall earlier, he knew that most of the Horde he worked with would greatly frown upon the situation and some would even have him killed, that lunk Garrosh came to mind.

But then, a rather hefty chunk of the Horde were dumb as bricks and Dustil couldn't possibly care less what they'd think of him while the other portion understood the meaning of necessity and acceptance. One of the shiniest, brightest and most enjoyable things about being freelance was he wasn't restricted to just the Horde. He'd catch s**t for working the line, sure, but his results usually kept people quiet.

"That, or you could hang onto it if you don't feel comfortable with-uh-all this." He said, whirling his finger around to indicate the tepee and the tight quarters. "Don't feel bad any, either; I don't need too much sleep and the ground ain't..." He paused, patting the stony ground. The exceptionally hard stony ground. "Well, at least it's not gravel or sharp." He finished with a weak laugh. Truth be told, he was tired, but still too jumpy to sleep, helped none by the awkwardness of the situation.

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He shuffled in next to her and winced, obviously trying to hide it and Bixi said nothing, not wanting to harm his ego. Of course not, why would she want to do that to such a nice goblin who saved her life? The least she could do was not bruise his ego. The little blonde looked around their makeshift quarters as he did and nodded in approval, lowering her gaze back to him as he spoke. She giggled at his comment; it wasn't the best place she'd slept in either, but she'd slept in worse. "At least we're not wet anymore," she said and looked down at her robe and frowned. She'd have to take it off, but Dustil was here... "I don't mind being close. To you. For sleeping I mean. Uh...just uh...I have to take my robe off or I might get sick. Just don't uh...don't laugh."

The little gnome blushed as she turned away from him, her back to his gaze, as she stripped off her robe and wrung out the water. "Jhaz," she called out and flung her robe out, covering her torso with one hand as she kneeled away from the entrance. A spectral hand reached out and grabbed the robe, hanging it over the entrance where it could at least dry. Bixi turned back slowly, her face a vivid red, as she brought her knees up to her chest to cover her body. She tried to come up with something to say, anything that would take their minds off how close they were, how naked she was, how curious she was at how goblins were at making lo- She stopped herself, offering him another awkward smile.

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"Mh?" Dustil asked curiously as he shuffled to find a place that wasn't so damned hard. Why was she asking him not to-

The train of though that was currently chugging through his mind derailed as the conductor beheld the sight before him and likely around half the blood in his body rushed to his face, coloring his face and even parts of his nose a vivid royal purple. Now she was naked. It took all his power to keep his jaw from coming unhinged. His ears, on the other hand, had minds of their own and perked at rigid attention along with certain other parts if his anatomy which an unconcious crossing of his legs thankfully concealed.

Dustil like to pride himself on being able to think on his feet and remain unflappable under pressure. He'd assisted in toppling the Lich King and all his cronies; Giant undead dragons, nigh unkillable lich's, a pair of bloated festering piles of crap-knew-what and their deranged master and even a trio of vampiric elves and their ghastly queen. He'd even helped bridge the gap between a misfit group of Horde and Alliance, helping each earn glory. He also wasn't exactly the shy type...So why'd he feel so inclined to look away as she, literally disrobed, before him? He didn't, he'd be a clod not to and she hadn't exactly ordered him not to. So why'd he feel like this was his first time sitting with a lovely naked woman?

Was it because she was who she was; A member of a faction whom held little love for him? No, he'd spent "quality" time with Alliance and Horde members each. Was it because they'd only met today? More then likely that had something to do with it. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. Maybe he really was concussed. The usually razor-witted goblin was in utter disarray. The next question was what to do...and to decipher her loaded clarification. She did agree to sleep with him. If that carried with it some heavier implications, he didn't know...but he could always find out. Giving a single, awkward cough he got up and rolled the cloak on a stretch of not-too-stony earth.

"Well," He said in a soft, almost timid voice, settling down and smoothing out the cloak and settling gently down, looking down and away from her. "I-uh-saw nothing worth laughing at. In fact-heh-you-your gorgeous and you have...well, guts for...you know." He said, waving a hand once at the situation. "So, come on. Lets get some sleep. Big Blue out there'll keep us safe and I'll," He gave a single laugh as he looked up, a bashful but rougish smile on his face. "I'll keep you warm." He gestured for her to come and sit beside him, "And if it'll help, I can always loose the pants, too." The words were playful, followed by a mirthful chuckle and wink. Oh he was still nervous, that was true, but what's the worse that could happen?


Well, her Voidwhatever could murder him, horribly, but that was a risk he'd be willing to take. He'd outrun bigger and nastier...or so he hoped he could.

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I know that feeling unfortunately. If you ever need someone to talk too or maybe brighten your say, just lemme know and I'll happily oblige. As for me, I've just been super busy and a might bit stressed is all. The world is safe for another few days XD Also Dustil trying to be suave is like a lumberjack trying to be gentlemanly.

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I am SO sorry it's taken this long. Been recovering a little slower from the funeral aftermath than I thought I would.
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She bit her lip as he coughed awkwardly, shuffling to move a blanket beneath them so they could have a comfier place to sleep. Bixi averted her eyes and looked down onto the dirt, scolding herself mentally for undressing carelessly next to a person she hardly knew. And a goblin, at that. A member of the Horde at that! The blonde shook her head for a moment when his voice caused her to regard him from the corner of his eyes, a soft shade of purple spreading over his face as she stumbled through his sentence. She blushed when he complimented her, on both her beauty and boldness, another smile wriggling it's way forth. He was cute when he was flustered.

He ushered her over and she glanced at the blanket, then to him, then to his pants when he mentioned them. Her eyebrows perked up in amused interest. "I think that would be fair," she giggled, her eyes filled with curiosity, amusement, and what could only be described as lustful interest. A small shiver went through her body then as a little gust came through the tent, tiny bumps erupting over her petite body as the cold settled in and threatened to make her sick. Bixi shuffled towards Dustil immediately, pressing the side of her body against his in an attempt to warm up.
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