Drakkwall
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My name is Charles Stonemaul and I am a blacksmith, have been one since I was a young boy, I was no warrior but I could wrestle ogres if I wanted to. I was often called the Stone Smith as they say I could forge stone into a weapon if I had the interest. And it's true I have created stone weapons before, it's not all that hard but it is hard to use stone weapons because of their heavy weight.
Finishing my last work for the day I am about to close shop when I heard hiccups from the crates by the entrance, moving out I blink at the sight of my old friend Fran, a Viera, bunny/rabbit part human who was along and saved the world I've heard but returned in a sad mode and drank herself to sleep every day.
Trying to ignore the open cleavage of the fine woman I cough into my hand and she look up with blood shot eyes, a bottle of beer in her hand. She then hunched over and puked on the street and I sighed before grasping her shoulder and took the bottle from her, which she weakly tried to retake while mumbling a baby. "No give beer back... need beer too shut out... memories..."
Grasping her by the waist I lifted her up over my shoulder and she mumbled about me being a jerk and weakly wiggled about, hitting me with her hands, her sexy bum rubbing against my cheek, making me sport a boner.
Putting her down on the table in my kitchen I close the smith and sigh as I watch her try to walk towards my liquor, but cannot even stand upright. Grasping her arms I put her back on the table and sit down on a chair and hold her in place with a big hand on her thigh and speak to her, unconsciously rubbing her thigh. "Okay Fran what is wrong?"
Grumbling she looked away, I had no idea that her old boyfriend balthier had cheated on her for another Veria and she had left the group of friends to return here and drown herself in alcohol.
Charles Stonemaul: http://ay-han.deviantart.com/art/blacksmith-80664634
Fran: http://www.britepic.com/gallery.php...4&height=820&show_ads=1&caption=1177052297101
Finishing my last work for the day I am about to close shop when I heard hiccups from the crates by the entrance, moving out I blink at the sight of my old friend Fran, a Viera, bunny/rabbit part human who was along and saved the world I've heard but returned in a sad mode and drank herself to sleep every day.
Trying to ignore the open cleavage of the fine woman I cough into my hand and she look up with blood shot eyes, a bottle of beer in her hand. She then hunched over and puked on the street and I sighed before grasping her shoulder and took the bottle from her, which she weakly tried to retake while mumbling a baby. "No give beer back... need beer too shut out... memories..."
Grasping her by the waist I lifted her up over my shoulder and she mumbled about me being a jerk and weakly wiggled about, hitting me with her hands, her sexy bum rubbing against my cheek, making me sport a boner.
Putting her down on the table in my kitchen I close the smith and sigh as I watch her try to walk towards my liquor, but cannot even stand upright. Grasping her arms I put her back on the table and sit down on a chair and hold her in place with a big hand on her thigh and speak to her, unconsciously rubbing her thigh. "Okay Fran what is wrong?"
Grumbling she looked away, I had no idea that her old boyfriend balthier had cheated on her for another Veria and she had left the group of friends to return here and drown herself in alcohol.
Charles Stonemaul: http://ay-han.deviantart.com/art/blacksmith-80664634
Fran: http://www.britepic.com/gallery.php...4&height=820&show_ads=1&caption=1177052297101
