|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 8:43 pm
Normally he would enjoy her hands drifting over his body but he was still hurting, and mad for losing what he knew was a close fight until the end. As he lays there he only just now seems to realize his weapons are gone. "......******** mace," he manages to say, as he looks around him, trying not to interrupt Warrior's rant, which he was fully agreeing with.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 9:22 pm
::She'd rattle out another growl as she was tending to his neck and face, "Vile whore took it no doubt." She had to stop herself from clenching her fingers around Arsh's throat in reflex of thinking about it. A weapon to one of her followers could nearly be a sacred thing. She'd look at Arsh finally, now that he was healed mostly, "We should endeavor to get it back, until then, take another from the armory." She would dearly love for Martyr to try and take her own weapon, being a part of herself she'd rip the b***h apart from her own bedamned hands. ::
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 10:11 pm
Arsh growled a bit himself. "I would love nothing more than to get my mace back, except to pummel her into the ground," he said, testing his limbs carefully since he felt somewhat better, but he knew he'd still need to rest.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 10:20 pm
She'd test his wings, make certain that they were whole. Then she'd sit next to him, gathering him into her arms and holding him close as she'd stare off in the direction that the Goddess had gone. "Mmm...." narrowing her eyes.... "Why do this now, though? When we are so close to what we've all worked so hard for?..." her hand, caressing over his hair in thought...her grip getting a bit tighter as she'd bow her head over him and close her eyes... Their forms vanishing from the spot to reappear within her tent... "I need to think...and talk to the others..." she'd rise with him in her arms, laying him in her cot... "Rest Arshavir..." looking into his eyes, a command, not a request. ::
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 10:35 pm
Arsh scowled even as she held him. "Because she doesn't think we are her kind, and she wants everyone to suffer, from what I gathered. She is a wild card, Warrior..and not to be trusted, ever." He watched her as he was laid in the cot, and would most definitely brook no argument. "She needs to be brought down, in my opinion. The others should realize this once you inform them." He laid back, and would rest and wait on her to get back with him on plans, once they were formed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
