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Date Posted: 07/24/07 9:52pm
Author: Dane
Subject: Your pitiful

(The mighty Laird and King of all that moved yawned for the fourth time in as many minutes, then let out a very un-lairdlike grunt as he sank into an overstuffed chair before the hearth in his chambers. He was exhausted. Far more than he had ever been in his entire life.. far more than when Bree had insisted on fucking him until the unholy hours of the morn. The room went swirly on him as he faught against the need to close his eyes, but finally he gave in, his head lolling back a little on his shoulders. He felt as though he had the flu, which just plain pissed him off.. he hated being sick.. it was the one thing he couldn't fight agianst with his bare hands. His muscles ached, his head ached something awful and his eyes felt as though they had been blasted with a blowtorch. Earlier, Marie had taken pity on him and had attempted to serve him an early dinner but he had refused as politely as he could, his stomach clenchind and revolting at the idea of food. Since when had he, a dragon, ever refused food? Especially a nice slab of cow? For one breif moment he considered seeking his brother out, but he didn't want to move or even reach out in his mind.. he just wanted to curl up and sleep for a little bit. One eye opened and fixed upon aforementioned bed, and he nearly groaned with need.. he wanted to go there, but was too tired to even get up to move. Whatever bug he had caught was kicking his ass.. and that wasn't something he was even comfortable thinking about.)

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