
Posted by Brz. Voraer on January 9, 2009, 2:38 pm, in reply to "we're all friends here; ALERION, TRIGGER, VORAER" Voraer hadn't been sure if this whole shpeal was fun or serious. He had at least had the sense to realize it was a thin line being tread, and it was abruptly overstepped. Alerion's subtle withdraw and tender console to the pink Phish left Voraer reeling inside his mind. They were, actually, honestly serious? His mind exploded for a moment and his slate eyes just stared dully into oblivion. V O R A E R
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Slowly the gerbils stepped back onto the wheel and his brain's gears begin to shift and whine as the though process returned. It came in time to register Baraqel's speech. Uncertain gaze flicked towards the firestarter, ears hesitant to consume what he had to say. He didn't care? Voraer felt like a freight train collided with his skull. It was a struggle to make sense of it, and he felt alientated by this group of stallions so eagerly accepting such a concept.
Voraer would not swollow the idea so easily, but he wasn't about to run his mouth off and get pounced. He had respect for them at least enough to allow them to prance in their whimsical world, but he would withdraw from such notions. Voraer wasn't quite ready to go pound some beers at the local gay bar with them.
"And aventure to get some ass is always worth looking into..." Voraer hesitated, his tones less jovial and free than earlier. "So call me when the quest is on again." He laughed shortly before he began to withdraw. He did have somewhere to be after all. "The mountains call me boys, I'll see you again when I've set 'em on fire and run back home." And casually, despite his desire to run madly away from the tender Phish and Alerion, Voraer retreated from them, and the Desert. Maybe Andarin would be more fun than Solira? He doubted it.
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