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Subject: ..::Troubadour = Poet::.. Author: Ronon Dex [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10/12/09 9:57:04pm In reply to: Lyla 's message, "what does that mean?" on 10/12/09 8:55:14pm Ronon smirked at her, nodding his head as she spoke of exploration. "Good hiking out in the mountains, too" Hunting as well... But he wasn't about to mention that. Hunting made most women squeamish, even the human way of hunting. His way of hunting was much more... involved. His finger skimmed the rim of his drink, a habit to amuse idle hands. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm living here... Just in town for a bit. Though its a nice spot... Once I'm through with my business here I may stay a while..." He smirked at her, his hand stilling on his glass to emphasize his words "The company's fine enough" He teased before lifting the glass to his lips and taking another long swig. He took a deep breath through his nose as he set the glass down again. Trying to analyze her scent. There was her soap, her shampoo and conditioner... Something sweet and almost fruity. There was something else... a hint of fur and feathers? Maybe she had a dog or something... she certainly didn't have that musky stench of were on her... Something about her scent had his linx stirring, showing interest where he had never show interest before... Sometimes I feel like Jesse James Still tryin' to make a name Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am I was a young troubadour when I rode in on a song I'll be an old troubadour when I'm gone [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date thats for saving me a google trip. Lyla 10/12/09 10:06:05pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 10:37:20pm .:.Life Lemons.:. -- Lyla, 10/13/09 6:10:32am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/13/09 7:15:48pm _-Its a challenging kind of day-_ -- Lyla, 10/14/09 7:39:43am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/14/09 10:40:04pm Landing on my Feet -- Lyla, 10/18/09 6:15:22pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 5:49:21pm Mary Ann -- Lyla, 10/19/09 6:02:12pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 7:44:37pm ..running wild.. -- Lyla, 10/20/09 12:34:58pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/20/09 6:44:27pm my chops were busted -- Lyle, 10/20/09 8:11:40pm