<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/><br/>“Mahree,” he whispered in a thoughtful tone, rolling the letters over his tongue. The little rabbit tensed but did not raise a hand nor reach for a weapon so he kept his touch gentle in that moment and was rewarded by the rush of blood to her face. Were he but a godless heathen that he might strip and spit this morsel right on this table before the eyes of every soulless man in the tavern.<br/><br/>“God is your witness?” His smile faded as he slid his thumb over her lower lip. “I do not see your god here.” Storms raged in his eyes as he weighed her words and his tone became stern. “You want, you would like, you feel. Why do you waste your breath? I will tell you how things are going to be, Mary Nash.”<br/><br/>Slowly, slowly, his fingertips traced her cheek, her jaw. “You will follow me as a loyal  apprentice, we will find work on a trustworthy ship, I will have your share as well as my own, and you will be under my protection, always. Or.” He eased his hand just a bit lower, circling her throat with care. “I can reveal you as the ripe virgin fruit you are and every 'proper Christian' here will take you like a rutting bull until there is nothing of you left to beg your god for mercy.”<br/><br/>His smile crept back as he gave her throat a brief squeeze, his thumb over her windpipe, before pushing her away. Arouj dropped his head for a moment, wet curls falling over one eye before he looked up at her with a mocking laugh. “And then I would feel very sad.”<br/>