Post by Elanzaros on Jun 1, 2009 10:36:13 GMT -5
Mizaros smirked slightly. There was always something about flirting to men, secretly they rather enjoyed it but there would always be the primal instinct in their brains telling them to hurry the hell up. This is why men tend to usually be slightly more down to earth in these matters. If you go into a nightclub and you happen to be a scantily clad female you will find that seven or so men will instantly swarm towards you, all of them using about as much subtlety as a flying brick. The words beautiful and ladies will be uttered so many times you would think that Chris De Burgh has been cloned several times over in that same bar.
He leaned in slightly, an amused smirk on his face as his hands snaked back up her hips once more. “Well why don’t you just prove it then,” he said suggestively as he leaned in slightly closer once more. Now it is important to note at this point that if any male is caught in the act of doing something he will be instantly embarrassed. It is a natural fact and any male who says otherwise is quite simply lying, if you caught his girlfriend about to go down on him then he will instantly go so red you would think that he was about to whistle and produce something with caffeine in it. Unfortunately however, Mizaros wasn’t a normal man, he wasn’t used to people interrupting him, ever as a matter of fact. The past people who had interrupted him had been so good at persuading others not to try it as bits of them sailed past, that it had become slightly irregular.
Mizaros pulled away and acted as though the elf woman wasn’t even there, reaching up swiftly and gracefully to draw his dual elf bladed weapon. The weapon spun around him and into his hand, which was outstretched from his body so quickly it was a blur. The blur abruptly halted I his hand and he stared at the source of the favourite horror movie use, the suspicious snapping sound with briefly covered up movement. He expected to have to go over and drag whoever it was out of the undergrowth, it must be fairly embarrassing to be o intent on hiding that your cloak is still showing. He smirked for a moment and raised an eyebrow in surprise as a head emerged from the bracken. It spoke some waffle about earrings and made what could have been called the worst excuse for ducking into grass ever made.
Mizaros rolled his eyes slightly and made his way over to the woman, his weapon down by his hip now but in a stance, one of those stances that suggested that he wasn’t quite done with looking scarily at his victim yet. He reached the woman and looked her up and down once before casually scratching his nose slightly. He gestured calmly with his head towards the body, which lacked the necessary to make such a movement and spoke quietly as though talking over a cocktail. “You fancy ending up like Joel over there?”
One of the blades on his weapon shot up to the woman’s throat as Mizaros suddenly changed once more, pressing the blade into her throat slightly as he said, “then I really suggest that you give me a very good reason why your spying on me. Either that or I sneeze…very….very hard.”
He leaned in slightly, an amused smirk on his face as his hands snaked back up her hips once more. “Well why don’t you just prove it then,” he said suggestively as he leaned in slightly closer once more. Now it is important to note at this point that if any male is caught in the act of doing something he will be instantly embarrassed. It is a natural fact and any male who says otherwise is quite simply lying, if you caught his girlfriend about to go down on him then he will instantly go so red you would think that he was about to whistle and produce something with caffeine in it. Unfortunately however, Mizaros wasn’t a normal man, he wasn’t used to people interrupting him, ever as a matter of fact. The past people who had interrupted him had been so good at persuading others not to try it as bits of them sailed past, that it had become slightly irregular.
Mizaros pulled away and acted as though the elf woman wasn’t even there, reaching up swiftly and gracefully to draw his dual elf bladed weapon. The weapon spun around him and into his hand, which was outstretched from his body so quickly it was a blur. The blur abruptly halted I his hand and he stared at the source of the favourite horror movie use, the suspicious snapping sound with briefly covered up movement. He expected to have to go over and drag whoever it was out of the undergrowth, it must be fairly embarrassing to be o intent on hiding that your cloak is still showing. He smirked for a moment and raised an eyebrow in surprise as a head emerged from the bracken. It spoke some waffle about earrings and made what could have been called the worst excuse for ducking into grass ever made.
Mizaros rolled his eyes slightly and made his way over to the woman, his weapon down by his hip now but in a stance, one of those stances that suggested that he wasn’t quite done with looking scarily at his victim yet. He reached the woman and looked her up and down once before casually scratching his nose slightly. He gestured calmly with his head towards the body, which lacked the necessary to make such a movement and spoke quietly as though talking over a cocktail. “You fancy ending up like Joel over there?”
One of the blades on his weapon shot up to the woman’s throat as Mizaros suddenly changed once more, pressing the blade into her throat slightly as he said, “then I really suggest that you give me a very good reason why your spying on me. Either that or I sneeze…very….very hard.”