December 06, 2024, 04:41 PM
“I do.” Osile grins, still and pleasant upon the stone. How elegant this man is in his mannerisms to be here, in the desert; in the wastes, where a smile is rare to come by and a kind word rarer still.
It amused him, but the ocelot played no games.
“They have dirt in Siena, Arslan?” He asks next.
It amused him, but the ocelot played no games.
“They have dirt in Siena, Arslan?” He asks next.
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread
Tutunduğum şeytan - by Arslan - November 18, 2024, 06:51 PM
RE: Tutunduğum şeytan - by Osiel - November 20, 2024, 06:14 PM
RE: Tutunduğum şeytan - by Arslan - November 20, 2024, 07:19 PM
RE: Tutunduğum şeytan - by Osiel - December 02, 2024, 03:22 PM
RE: Tutunduğum şeytan - by Arslan - December 03, 2024, 11:54 AM
RE: Tutunduğum şeytan - by Osiel - December 06, 2024, 04:41 PM