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What a vicious punk -- I'm pretty sure he lies about his age. What's with the bow and ponytail? Desert skin curtained by auburn, socketed with emerald eyes. Who does he think he's fooling? What a deplorable. . . I'm pretty sure his skill with a sword is comparable to beginners. Pillow lips protect a silver tongue. While we work, he's in the taverns, playing at conversation. What a queer young man -- Even back on Jalima he ruffled feathers on the goodly wings. I wouldn't trust a man who would speak, over choosing violence. Who does he think he's fooling?
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Asheron's Call (Tribute)| Malakai Kraken 666
What a vicious punk -- I'm pretty sure he lies about his age. What's with the bow and ponytail? Desert skin curtained by auburn, socketed with emerald eyes. Who does he think he's fooling? What a deplorable. . . I'm pretty sure his skill with a sword is comparable to beginners. Pillow lips protect a silver tongue. While we work, he's in the taverns, playing at conversation. What a queer young man -- Even back on Jalima he ruffled feathers on the goodly wings. I wouldn't trust a man who would speak, over choosing violence. Who does he think he's fooling?
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
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