Post by actsonimpulse on Jan 31, 2006 18:59:01 GMT -5
|| i don't want to sound like a perfectionist, but i really like the sound of his name so i have to put the pronounciation up hea.... MAL-KEY-OR... oh yea, and he's supposed to be (lol) DROP-DEAD SEXY!!! (inside joke.. i know really weird, but deal with it) ||
His light brown hair brushed his face as the wind blew softly. His purple eyes stared out in space, emotionless. His jaw muscles twitched slightly in thought as he comtemplated what he would do next. Where would he go?
He pulled the brown shirt back over his head, hiding his tanned, muscular physique and battlewounds that told legendary stories. Heaving a sigh he pulled up his jacket, riddled with buckles and chains. Next he straightened out his fingerless gloves and re-adjusted the one and only being he ever trusted on his belt. His sword was not only an object, but it had a dragon's eye placed on the grip just before the blade began.
That sword had protected and guided him since he was a child. It was his guardian, friend, and protector. "Where will you go now?" Balthasar asked. His ear was the only that could hear the words. "I don't know. I suppose I'll just wander." he sighed. "As always." he spoke without moving his lips once.
He turned, his coattail waving with the wind behind him, leaving the slain beast where it lay.
His light brown hair brushed his face as the wind blew softly. His purple eyes stared out in space, emotionless. His jaw muscles twitched slightly in thought as he comtemplated what he would do next. Where would he go?
He pulled the brown shirt back over his head, hiding his tanned, muscular physique and battlewounds that told legendary stories. Heaving a sigh he pulled up his jacket, riddled with buckles and chains. Next he straightened out his fingerless gloves and re-adjusted the one and only being he ever trusted on his belt. His sword was not only an object, but it had a dragon's eye placed on the grip just before the blade began.
That sword had protected and guided him since he was a child. It was his guardian, friend, and protector. "Where will you go now?" Balthasar asked. His ear was the only that could hear the words. "I don't know. I suppose I'll just wander." he sighed. "As always." he spoke without moving his lips once.
He turned, his coattail waving with the wind behind him, leaving the slain beast where it lay.
that would have been awkward... A sexy sword..... wow. I guess you could say he's been through a lot... Both of them