<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> Port Diablo<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/>He growled with satisfaction, finally tasting the girl's sweet mouth. It was a pleasure long overdue on this night of excessive restraint and Arouj was overly weary of talk. English made his head hurt with all of its ugly, blunt sounds. It was time to sample that which belonged to him.<br/><br/>Mary was receptive, to say the least. He had his own suspicions about her nature and they were proving quite accurate. The way she'd been so free with her offer to spread her legs. The smell of her when they sat at that narrow table – she'd nearly wet her trousers with desire. Damnably lustful infidels. All the same.<br/><br/>As he paused for breath she began to run her teeth and lips over his jaw. He stiffened. She whispered how glad she was to be out of the tavern. His eyes narrowed in the darkness. Slowly, slowly, he raised his hand and ran his fingers down the side of her face. “Remove your bag, your blade and gun,” Arouj whispered frostily in her ear before pushing her away.<br/>