Mali
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A lady should never look up a man's skirt ... I mean kilt
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Post by Mali on May 22, 2010 7:40:29 GMT -5
She could feel him hugging back and she smiled. Even though he squeezed just a bit, it wasn’t painful or anything. Mali looked up at him as he told her about his men. They sounded scary. Burning villages and killing people, but they weren’t like that? She didn’t understand. If that’s what people said they were doing, then wasn’t that what they were doing? Her confused face stared up at him before she nodded her head. If she ever needed him, she could contact murderous rouges and outlaws. That sounded worse than a reason why she would need him. If she were to call for Convel, then it would be if she were in trouble, but to talk to a murderer or an outlaw sounded scary.
Biting her lip, she looked up at him, nuzzling her head against his arm. She watched him walk over to the tree and bury the gold. She probably wouldn’t come back for it, she had no need for money, but it was the gesture that counted. “But they’re murderers. If I talk to them, they won’t hurt me?” Her tail swung low around her body as she looked anxious.
As he kissed her cheeks and forehead, she had to wonder what he said. She didn’t have time to ask though as he had already mounted his horse. She backed away as the horse stood, its front legs kicking. He looked fierce. “Goodbye Convel. Thank you very much. I’ll try to stay out of trouble!” She grinned at him before shifting into her feline form, her clothing gone, and grinning a chesire cat smile to him. Not too soon afterwards, she took off, sniffing the buried gold, she looked up to Convel, licking her cat lips before trotting off in the other direction.
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phrostphyre
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I'm the Rascal King.
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Post by phrostphyre on May 28, 2010 11:36:03 GMT -5
"Nae, they'll nae hurt ye if ye tell them you are a friend of Convel Roy." Though the words were spoken in a light tone of voice, Convel was moved. He had shed blood for this forty-six year old lass that looked twenty, and she could turn into a cat. That was something you didn't see everyday. Filing it away in the coffer in his head marked 'Alagaesia', Convel had another bit of information about this new land he was cast adrift in.
The cat smiled at him weirdly, then sniffed where he had buried the gold. As he watched it take off, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of a cat sniffing buried gold.
"Goodbye, lassie." He started the horse off at a trot for Dras-Leona, where he would recruit men for his band of soldiers, cattle-lifters, and smugglers. The future looked bright for this Alban, as he sheathed the sword and reached into the saddle bags for a bite to eat.
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