*reach for my sword*
From Create Your Own Story
"Oh that won't be necessary," the youth said with a smile, somehow noticing my move to reach for my sword.
"Where's my sword?" I ask through gritted teeth, and the strange Dalf'ellan turned to smile at me.
"Oh I figured you might be a bit disagreeable, so I hid it away. You can have it back if you promise to play nice."
"What if I force you to give it back?"
"Well, you're free to try," he said in a sing-song voice. He turned to face me, his hands on his hips and fully revealing his slim form. He was dressed in dark purple robes, with a deep cut at the neckline that went all the way down to his waist, making a v-shape and exposing parts of toned chest. He was definitely athletic, but not quite muscular either. If it came down to it I could easily overpower him, but something about his carefree smile unnerved me. "Besides, you should eat breakfast first before worrying about beating me up."
I took his words into consideration, and I have to admit the breakfast smell was quite appealing. I found myself slowly approaching him, unsure of whether or not I should eat the meal provided.
If he wanted to kill me he had plenty of chances to while I was sleeping I thought to myself with a shudder and sat down to eat.
He watched me eat, resuming the tune he was humming before.
The food was as good as it smelled, and put my meal last night to shame. In moments, Beldion emerged from his room, more than likely awoken by the smell. His eyes fixed on the strange youth, a confused expression dawning on his face.
"You're free to join too if you want," the youth said with a grin.
"He's okay Beldion." Then as an afterthough, "I think."
Beldion joined us at the table, and started to eat soon in earnest.
| Ryd Status | |||
| Health | 30 | Equipment:
Sword, Leather Shirt | Companions:
Beldion |
| Mana | 0 | ||
| Level | 1 | Love Interest | None |
| Gold | 0 | Experience | 0 |
