12-17-2007, 04:47 PM
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| The seemingly curious or intrigued (or perhaps both) young female proceeded to question him harmlessly, asking of his past by looking at the present. Tamerlane didn't need to follow her eyes to the dark swirls and patterns that wound from his arm to his chest and waist; they had been asked about plenty of times before, and he gave near enough the same answer. They have more than enough stories connected to them, he replied. But I'm no storyteller, he added darkly. Tamerlane paused, his calm eyes on Alarice's own delicately playful gaze. Though I think a wolf who doesn't speak of himself is more boring than he is mysterious. |