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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 1:37:53 GMT -5
Brandon sighs, turn Demezla on her stomach and massages her back.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 1:38:23 GMT -5
She purred like a kitten.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 1:40:21 GMT -5
Brandon nearly barked as a dog, but managed to rein himself in, instead he kissed the nape of her neck.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 1:41:55 GMT -5
Uller rolled over and kissed her Valeman roughly.
"C'mon Stallion, let's ride." She said with a grin.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 1:44:22 GMT -5
Brandon answered her grin with a kiss.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 1:49:18 GMT -5
////////////////// A few hours later the two awake, Demezla burying her face in the silk pillows. "Bring some wine Brandon. There is some on the table."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 1:52:20 GMT -5
Brandon gets the wine and pour the wine in a cup for Demezla to drink, he sniffs on the wine to see if anything has been done with it.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 1:52:47 GMT -5
It is spicy, but otherwise has no unique smell.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 1:54:10 GMT -5
Brandon hands the cup to Demezla. "I found an interesting door the other day," he says.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 1:54:54 GMT -5
"Oh?" the Uller woman said, apparently disinterested, as she gulped her wine.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 1:58:06 GMT -5
"At the end of a narrow crawlspace," Brandon continues as he pours another cup, and hands it to Demezla.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 1:59:06 GMT -5
She shakes her head, "Oh, is that a fact. Hmm.. I had not heard of such a room. What was in it?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 2:02:57 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know it was locked, and I suppose you'd need the key to open it. The lock was intricately made, and so calls for a key equally rare," Brandon sips some from the cup before setting it on the table.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 30, 2008 2:07:35 GMT -5
"Puzzling." Says Demezla. She says nothing else, but rolls over, yawning.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 30, 2008 2:09:11 GMT -5
"Indeed, what have you planned for the day?"
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