VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, [9], 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 18:12:52 11/27/01 Tue
Author: Marz
Subject: Now what's wrong?
In reply to: Tristan and Rowan 's message, "Being cranky and curious" on 01:18:23 11/27/01 Tue

Marz wasn't too crazy about the berk word the skull kept tossing around, but he wouldn't mind being called a Cutter. That word sounded deadly and dangerous. Fits me perfectly! Cutter was a hell of a lot more impressive that the obnoxious punk term that Dalo so often used in reference to him.

A smile lit up his handsome face when he remembered that the beastmaster was gone. He'd miss antagonizing the muscle-bound idiot, and using his face for a punching bag. Justin, who was number two on his hate list, was still around to get on his nerves, and Marz looked forward to beating the crap out of the big merc one of these days. Of course, he'd have to force himself to get close enough for a good punch because the man stunk worse than a dung heap! Couldn't the merc take a raking bath once in awhile?

Thinking of the gross odor that emanated from Justin made Marz feel a bit nauseous. He shook off any further thoughts of the merc and turned his attention to Corum, who was in the process of introducing everyone to the skull. His face beamed with pride when the skull-staff wielder warned Barry that Marz would be the one to kick his arse if he wasn't careful. Well, the floating skull really didn't have an arse to kick, but that wasn't important.

Marz frowned a moment later when he noticed Corum leaning precariously toward the skull. If he didn't straighten up soon, he'd probably fall flat on his face. Deciding to be helpful, Marz cuffed his friend across the back of his head. "Stand straight, moron, or your spine will grow as warped as your brain." He was about to say more but was interrupted by Tristan announcing that he was going outside to get ready to leave.

"You coming?" the dragon asked. "If you're still too mortified to touch me, you can just wait for her to sprout wings instead."

Huh? Marz followed Tristan's eyes to Isobel. He gave the gorgeous woman a winning smile before shifting his gaze back to Tristan, who was already exiting the room. "You're the one who can't stand being touched!" he muttered, while slipping his pack across his back before racing off after his friend.

Marz wrinkled his nose at the number of undead Rocs that were positioned just outside the palace doors. Thankfully, he didn't have to ride on one of the ugly things because he had a classy, black dragon for a mount! He had rode upon Tristan's back a few times before, but was severely injured each time leaving him with no real memories of how it felt to have his ass hauled around by such a magnificent creature.

He smiled in eager anticipation of the upcoming ride then frowned a moment later when he saw the rather aggravated look on Tristan's face. Since one of their companions could step outside and see them at any second, Marz ignored the urge to embrace his friend. Tristan would get pissed if someone saw them touching so it was best to keep his distance although he hated not being able to get close to his soul-mate whenever the desire struck.

"What's wrong, Tris?" he asked, cocking his head at the dragon. "If you're having second thoughts about shifting shape, we'll just ride on one of the stupid Rocs!" Marz took a step forward, stopping himself before he got too close. "You've been pretty tense all damn morning. Did I do something to tick you off, again? How the hell am I supposed to know what's up with you if you don't talk to me? I'm not a rakin' mind reader, Tris."

Marz crossed his arms over his chest and stared into the dragon's eyes, hoping to get some kind of response from him. Anything would be better than the usual glare he tossed his way.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Forum timezone: GMT-6
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.