03-24-2010, 10:01 PM
My dreams were a mix of flaming swords, poison darts, dead traitors, and in the center of it all was a Fox, Claira.
I woke up a moment later, stretching and sitting up before heading to my cloth basket, taking some clothes and heading to the bathroom to get ready. Never once noticed that Claira was there, or the fact that he was using her breasts as a pillow. Let it be known that Rick was not very alert in the mornings and would be most vulnerable when waking up.
I woke up a moment later, stretching and sitting up before heading to my cloth basket, taking some clothes and heading to the bathroom to get ready. Never once noticed that Claira was there, or the fact that he was using her breasts as a pillow. Let it be known that Rick was not very alert in the mornings and would be most vulnerable when waking up.
Many times lost, many times found again.
