<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/>Oh, that yelp was a sweet sound. Arouj hadn't heard its like in far too long and it brought sudden warmth and stirring to his flesh. He could have licked the fear off that little face across the table.<em>More. Let me have more of that.</em><br/><br/>But the brave (or foolish?) rabbit actually leaned closer and met his eye. Pretty eyes, green and brown like broken topaz. In a tanned face, with rough hands, but underneath the ragged clothes would be skin as pale and smooth as fresh milk, because that's how these infidels always were, always tempting strong men to turn them weak with their silken charms...<br/><br/>Arouj blinked once, slowly, to focus. “You are skilled, eh? I do not doubt that. I do not doubt you are able. You know the sea. But,” he smiled just a little wider, just a shade hungrier, “I do not think you are a sea... man.” He tilted his head, their faces just inches away from each other, and breathed deeply, nostrils flaring. The mingled scents of salt and fish and gunpowder and sweat and fear made a heady blend that betrayed secrets.<br/><br/>He reached out to cup Marty's chin in his left hand, eager to touch his new prize.<br/>