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- Male
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- Most stuff is fine by me, not awfully fussed on Yaoi, but I'd be fine writing it
"Oh come on, I served for years on the isles, I'm only playing with her" he says with a chuckle, any sense of shame anyone else might have felt washed over him
"Heck, I was one of the first to arrive at their aid when Thrall decided the Redskins needed help" he mutters, somewhat irked by the apparent lack of recognition a man of his rank was receiving "Then again...I don't suppose many would remember me...most of them died"
His tone was a little dark as he muttered those last words "I'll admit, the Scar, and the Scourge are no joke...and that was in poor taste" he pauses for a moment and sighs "Some of us cope with loss differently, yeah?"
Seems this was a sensitive matter for him, as it would be for anyone, if they lost some of their brothers in battle defending a strip of land that some pointy eared, energy addicted race of elves, showed them no gratitude for
He'd probably just stand in silence, looking into the distance for the rest of the ride, a brooding his decision to try and lighten the mood
He'd never been one with words, that much had become dreadfully clear
"Heck, I was one of the first to arrive at their aid when Thrall decided the Redskins needed help" he mutters, somewhat irked by the apparent lack of recognition a man of his rank was receiving "Then again...I don't suppose many would remember me...most of them died"
His tone was a little dark as he muttered those last words "I'll admit, the Scar, and the Scourge are no joke...and that was in poor taste" he pauses for a moment and sighs "Some of us cope with loss differently, yeah?"
Seems this was a sensitive matter for him, as it would be for anyone, if they lost some of their brothers in battle defending a strip of land that some pointy eared, energy addicted race of elves, showed them no gratitude for
He'd probably just stand in silence, looking into the distance for the rest of the ride, a brooding his decision to try and lighten the mood
He'd never been one with words, that much had become dreadfully clear