drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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You think a near seven foot tall brute with anger issues is going to be hard to find?” The particular hilarity of Nate being the one to say that seems to be lost on him, the words shared with a bored, dry tone. Obvious.

Nates tongue is caught between his teeth, frozen in the bright grin he levels at Neron. It would almost be a childish gesture, if not for the context of their conversation. The hand on Neron’s shoulder drags up along his neck to cup his jaw, Nate staring into the hybrids eyes. “You know I appreciate the help though, don’t you?” He maintains the unblinking, silent stare for a touch longer than is comfortable before leaning back.

I’ll watch the portal for you.” The offer comes without thought, Nate single-mindedly focused on putting this into action as quickly and as smoothly as possible. “Speaking of the back door tough, maybe you can suggest closing it off for good to the Warden?” His hand drops away with the new thought, settling limply at his side. “Anyone who needs to get into the climb can take the portal, right?
What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?


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RE: drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands - by Nate - 08-04-2021, 04:41 AM

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