<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ae/95/fc/ae95fca7613783738d741f173a97052d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Argon<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Instructor (Teaches History, Warcraft and Fae magic)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Curious about new students. Hungry.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Gardens<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather pants and jacket. White shirt underneath<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Briella<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>No one.<br/><br/>A warm perfumed breeze washes over them as Argon lets his hands wander down her back, he licks her neck. "I've been wondering what you taste like from the moment we met. It's almost sweet like nectar from a peach." he states. He begins to unfasten her clothes wanting to feel her skin against his skin. He takes in her perfect skin, caressing her as he undress her. He was a warrior but not a brute. Pain and savagery where for his enemies not for undressing a lover.