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Aisha Monroe A raspy smile escaped his lips and ran straight through the core of her being. "If you were meek... my Gods would not want you so, this I know." And so Bhan knew he had to have her. This was the only way. "So I will take you... regardless of what you say." His hand slid down her...

Aisha Monroe His hand reached out to cup her jaw. "This ain't the real world, darling." Such a gentle touch and gentle voice. A juxtaposition to the way he roughly pinned her against the wall and kept her right there. "This... is a place for people to pretend. That they are rough... and...

Aisha Monroe Bhan did not follow... immediately. Instead amusement colored his eyes as he watched her stand up to leave. No words were spoken as she made her move to go. Instead Bhan recentered his attention to his drink and took a more measured sip. Then a scowl as that sharp pain embedded...

Aisha Monroe He was very focused on the glass until she said all that. The look Bhan send her was confused at first. "For a rich southern lass you sure as fuck are concerned about what some random person is doing with their life." It was kind of out of the left field for Bhan. Was every...

Aisha Monroe "And enjoy it I do." He says with a wild grin before slamming his fist into the table. "Another!" The waiter went a-running. The ugly laughters at his expense subsided as the southern lads realized the asshole was planning on repeating the trick again. Still, Bhan paid them no...

Aisha Monroe He took the glass and eyed it curiously. This didn't really look like ale. Leaning in slightly he sniffed and then scrunched his nose at the sharp aroma forcing itself up his nostrils. "You drink this?" He asked quizzically as Bhan looked around briefly. The nasty looks were...

Aisha Monroe "If I brought you back up North, they'd probably kill you the moment you step off the ship. Mine or not, they wouldn't be able to help themselves." He says without any shape of malice. No, it was simple fact. His tribe and the ones around them didn't abide by weakness. And if he...

Aisha Monroe He didn't immediately follow. Instead he watched her go, one step, two, and only then stalking after her. Once Bhan followed, his attention left her and glided back to their surroundings. Eyes wild as they scanned for trouble. In his nordic eyes it was everywhere however...

Aisha Monroe Even as he chuckled at her insolent question Bhan didn't let go of her. Let her feel it. That edge between mirth and zealous fury. And just how precarious she balanced on it. "Ahhh... only way to live and worship my gods, Lady." Further whispered right there in the nook of...

Aisha Monroe He followed along and held onto her hand. It was rare for him to touch something so soft. Besides, while he loomed and looked fierce, in truth he was as vulnerable as a young born babe right now. The Gods' guidance was done. He had found the house, sprang the lady from her cage...

He knew he had her the moment he saw her face. Perhaps... perhaps the Gods had a point after all. There was clear hunger for action here. Challenge. The desire to break off with tradition and do something that was entirely unexpected. "Oh, yes.... yes indeed. They won't expect your...

Aisha Monroe He squeezed her hand ever so slightly. It felt odd. So soft and warm to his rough and calloused skin. Why would the Gods lead him here, to her? Nothing about it made any sense to Bhan. And yet. Here he was. Ever a faithful follower of his gods. No matter the oddities or strange...

A soft grinding chuckle at her reaction. "The Gods have blessed me." He responded with a thump of his fist against his chest. Warm flesh now. As if the bone hadn't just ripped through a moment ago. For a moment it wasn't clear to Bhan which way Aisha Monroe, Merchant Daughter, would go. The...

He grunted as the fire ball dashed into his chest. The carved runes in his flesh flared up in anger. Bright blues and reds and other hues, before the heat dissipated. He dusted off his chest and underneath it? Ivory. It was pure bone that had ripped itself through his skin and absorbed the...

Aisha Monroe A hard deep laugh. Booming as he clutched his chest. "Ahhh, you wished for a Paladin. A beautiful Knight on a mighty stead, ah?" He exclaimed as he ran his hand through the shaved stubble of his head. "Not me. Not an ugly man with harsh eyes, flesh carved and burning zealot's...