Surreal was the ludicrous notion all he inspired dissolved around him, forsaken by all he built. Unusually placid, the foreigner found curiosity lingering in place of the savagery beckoning for warfare defined this bronze mammoth of muscle furnishing his elaborate armour. Brooding momentarily, a lascivious sound coming from this grandiose building definitely diminished the negativity.<br/><br/>Outside the thrill of combat that brought along an ecstatic love, only capable of being pacified with continued violence or pursuing other endeavors of a physical nature. Nude metaphorically without brandishing a weapon either attached to the hip or within his grasp, this mysterious manor left him with an aching.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2014/095/7/0/sten_arishok_doodle_by_aiuke-d7d5jhn.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">This seven foot five behemoth</a>roamed the area with keen observation of his surroundings. Whether it was the prospect of sex or war, it meant feeding that gluttonous fever that left the Warlord irritated, those dreadful hues traced upon the two bombshells in the midst of gossiping. Both had the qualifications to sustain and perhaps revive his unit. He motioned towards them, slowly discarding pieces of armor to demonstrate his resolve and lust as he got closer. Simplicity aside, Nikosh is a monster shrouded in secrecy whom relish the idea of conquest which fueled any man.