<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg2938823#msg2938823">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 14-04-2010, 21:09:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Another walks in behind Varius.  He is tall, wide of shoulder.  Of Phoenician ancestry,  hair worn in the style of one from Carthage.   On his left form arm is the mark of the house.<br/><br/>(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kuBPxeXbwon7dM:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zSaoNsA59kA/SkUG5VcocaI/AAAAAAAAIxU/L3bJPbRcqRo/s320/130px-EtruscanQ-01.svg.png)<br/><br/>This for those with knowledge of languages.   Predates the ludus and house back to the time of Ethruscan dominance and the beginning of the Republic around 500 BC, little over four hundred years ago.   <br/><br/>He takes a seat near you.  Contempt within his holding of posture.  Not arrogance but a reality born of many wars,  battles,  gladiator matches.   The confidence of knowing one is capable.   You have heard his name spoken amongst the others,  he is Cecil.    His black hair has gray on his temples.  Giving him that steel grizzled look.    Scars adorn his body some you would realize predate him as a gladiator.     His right fore arm has a set of scars that would say a beast with claws had attacked.    Above all there is something feral about him.  His gaze that falls on you as if one of dominance one that knows he is alpha.   An you are naught but a cub that has entered into his pack.  If that is what you could call kept beasts for show.  <br/><br/>. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Varius would sniff the air a little as he looked towards the older man and narrowed his eyes slightly.  He was not really one for conversation as he crossed his arms and kept to himself.  He would not say a word to that of the older male as he kept his eyes forward to keep from getting locked in a stare down that might end up bloodied.  Thou the blood in his veins bubbled with a tinge of fury in them.  His eyes twitched slightly and his heart could be heard in his head as he slowly turned towards that of the older man. "What?" was all he said, simple in its tone thou he wondered if the man spoke his native tongue.