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Posted by Brz. Voraer on January 25, 2009, 1:21 am, in reply to "[THREAD] shower please, I smell like trees" Restored to the Desert, moving, slither through the sands like the serpent he was, Voraer was at peace. This was not to say the burning, furious warrior wasn’t just as explosive and reactive as in Andarin. Trust me, his bomb was still ticking. But Voraer did not just waltz around pissed off for no reason, despite what anyone has told you. He always has a reason, even if it doesn’t make much sense to anyone else. And as strongly as he could hate, equally could he rejoice and rest. He was home, after a much unwanted vacation to hell, and he was loving it. V O R A E R
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Darker thoughts still dwelled on his mind of course. Such as his promise to fight for Sterling’s freedom, his revenge to settle with Rowan, and then later Kivioq. His element to strengthen and his silver to claim. Such things circled his mind, and Voraer was not one prone to deep thought.
His fire flared suddenly, jerking towards another’s presence. Voraer’s blazed muzzle sliced through the Desert as his head turned, stone optics racing across the moving frame of Fantome. Another thing to be dealt with. Voraer moved into a trot, sand kicking up from his hooves as he made his way to the council member’s side. Voraer shifted to his pace, crimson head ducking down, copper tail flashing across his flanks. ”I was told to see you upon my return.” Voraer murmured.
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