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**LadyLoki** · August 6th, 2014, 06:29 AM

Sadron did not like the crowds that came with the holidays, but he did like the cheer in the air. It was refreshing, after all of the stress of the Harvests and the worries one had to deal with in day-to-day life. He wasn’t joining in the festivities just yet, preferring to watch and keep an eye out. Perhaps he was indeed paranoid, but Sadron would like to keep his purse attached to him during this Yule. The elf was an intimidating presence indeed, but some foolish elf would probably try to center him as a target.

He was a tall man, with lean muscles defined underneath his cloak and tunic. His title as a lord was evident on the clasp of his own black cloak, and the remainder of his clothing was fairly simple. Sadron wasn’t in the mood for fancy trappings, or any of that. Elrond never minded anyway, and he was content to enjoy things as they were. His hair was black and smooth, falling neatly down his back to rest and blend with his cloak. His eyes were a soft brown, contrasting heavily with the rest of his appearance. Sadron was much darker than most of the other fair elves, with his skin being almost olive toned.

His eyes flashed to the side suddenly, and there was a pull to his side. A strong hand followed right after his eyes, and he caught ahold of another hand where it had no place being. Sadron fixed his eyes on whatever fool decided to try this with him, before he paused in surprise. The other elf was beautiful, surprisingly so. He tightened his hold on the smaller one, before pulling him gently off to the side so they would not be slammed by other celebrating people.

“You must either be extremely foolish or extremely brave Little One, to try robbing me.” Sadron said with a raised brow, further examining the other. This one was tall, but the lord was much taller. His bare hand brushed the other’s hand, and the elf pulled back in shock without quite letting go. “Impossible.” Sadron muttered, before shoving the green sleeve back and sighing. There indeed was his mark. This little elfling was his mate. A quick inspection of his own wrist showed an identical mark. “I think we have much to speak about.” He said softly, but his voice wasn’t unkind. Sadron turned, and then began pulling the other into the warmth of a tavern.

August 6th, 2014, 06:29 AM	#2
LadyLoki Lady Loki Herself LadyLoki is offline Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: United States Posts: 23,993	Sadron did not like the crowds that came with the holidays, but he did like the cheer in the air. It was refreshing, after all of the stress of the Harvests and the worries one had to deal with in day-to-day life. He wasn’t joining in the festivities just yet, preferring to watch and keep an eye out. Perhaps he was indeed paranoid, but Sadron would like to keep his purse attached to him during this Yule. The elf was an intimidating presence indeed, but some foolish elf would probably try to center him as a target. He was a tall man, with lean muscles defined underneath his cloak and tunic. His title as a lord was evident on the clasp of his own black cloak, and the remainder of his clothing was fairly simple. Sadron wasn’t in the mood for fancy trappings, or any of that. Elrond never minded anyway, and he was content to enjoy things as they were. His hair was black and smooth, falling neatly down his back to rest and blend with his cloak. His eyes were a soft brown, contrasting heavily with the rest of his appearance. Sadron was much darker than most of the other fair elves, with his skin being almost olive toned. His eyes flashed to the side suddenly, and there was a pull to his side. A strong hand followed right after his eyes, and he caught ahold of another hand where it had no place being. Sadron fixed his eyes on whatever fool decided to try this with him, before he paused in surprise. The other elf was beautiful, surprisingly so. He tightened his hold on the smaller one, before pulling him gently off to the side so they would not be slammed by other celebrating people. “You must either be extremely foolish or extremely brave Little One, to try robbing me.” Sadron said with a raised brow, further examining the other. This one was tall, but the lord was much taller. His bare hand brushed the other’s hand, and the elf pulled back in shock without quite letting go. “Impossible.” Sadron muttered, before shoving the green sleeve back and sighing. There indeed was his mark. This little elfling was his mate. A quick inspection of his own wrist showed an identical mark. “I think we have much to speak about.” He said softly, but his voice wasn’t unkind. Sadron turned, and then began pulling the other into the warmth of a tavern. __________________ In writing, you must kill all your darlings.