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Durelin · 09-06-2003, 03:51 PM

Snyd knew he should stop snickering, as he had two extremely angry people within feet of him, but he hadn't felt this good since...since he had found that serving lass who had been so willing to lift her skirts. O, but she had had fine ankles, among other things. Snyd laughed harder, and it sounded very much like he was giggling. But an outlaw like him didn't giggle. Pushing the thought away, Snyd continued to think happy thoughts. He was in high spirits, the feeling of danger having been lifted from upon him. Vlad had listened, in a way, they were moving, after all. And it was about time... Poking Fid once more, Snyd spoke to him between snickers. Snickers, not giggles. "Come on, hurry it up. We're moving, Fiddy. Can't just stay here. Mayhap we'll find a village again soon, and then we can get some real food, eh Fid? You ready for a raid, Fid?" He nudged the man again, and Fid turned his bright red face, twisted with anger, toward Snyd. The man raised his fist a bit, but then dropped it as if it took too much effort, and did a good job at looking dejected. Snyd laughed again. Then he turned to Jaheira. The woman never ceased to be angry. But, then, neither did Vlad. At least this time she had reason to be angry. "Don't worry Jaheira, you're a lot prettier than that elf."

"Oof!" All the air rushed out of Snyd from one blow, and he fell to his knees, gasping, trying to draw in a breath. It felt as if he didn't have a stomach. Or lungs. Or wherever air went in your body. "Ooooo!" he groaned once he could breathe again, and feel his stomach. "What'dya--" Suddenly he could only see blackness, endless dark, and he tipped over from off his knees. His shoulder hit the ground before his head, and within seconds his vision returned, along with a realization that he was alive. And when you are alive, there is pain. "Errnngh!" he howled, throwing his hands up to his face to gingerly touch his nose. He winced. It still hurt, and he had barely touched it! He could feel the blood collecting in his nose and running down to drip from his chin. She had broken his bloody nose! And bloody it was… Snyd began to snicker once more at that thought, yet a second later and "Oooongh!" It hurt to laugh! It hurt!

"Woman!" he yelled. "Why…" he trailed off. He had meant what he said truthfully, and she had… "Arrrnnngh!" He had a lot to learn about women. And Jaheira was not a normal woman. "Oh…" Rising slowly to his feet, stumbling a bit, Snyd realized Fid was now the one laughing. With a growl that was cut off with more moaning, Snyd took a step toward Fid. The man stopped laughing and backed up a step. Snyd made sure he didn't laugh this time, then turned to Jaheira. "Y-you…oh…forget it. Lets get moving." Carefully wiping his nose on the back of his hand, and his hand in turn on his pants, he strode over to his things, threw them in his pack, and went back to Vlad, Fid following him sulkily. "Let's move, Vlad," he said as gruffly as he could.

[ September 06, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

09-06-2003, 03:51 PM	#185
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Snyd knew he should stop snickering, as he had two extremely angry people within feet of him, but he hadn't felt this good since...since he had found that serving lass who had been so willing to lift her skirts. O, but she had had fine ankles, among other things. Snyd laughed harder, and it sounded very much like he was giggling. But an outlaw like him didn't giggle. Pushing the thought away, Snyd continued to think happy thoughts. He was in high spirits, the feeling of danger having been lifted from upon him. Vlad had listened, in a way, they were moving, after all. And it was about time... Poking Fid once more, Snyd spoke to him between snickers. Snickers, not giggles. "Come on, hurry it up. We're moving, Fiddy. Can't just stay here. Mayhap we'll find a village again soon, and then we can get some real food, eh Fid? You ready for a raid, Fid?" He nudged the man again, and Fid turned his bright red face, twisted with anger, toward Snyd. The man raised his fist a bit, but then dropped it as if it took too much effort, and did a good job at looking dejected. Snyd laughed again. Then he turned to Jaheira. The woman never ceased to be angry. But, then, neither did Vlad. At least this time she had reason to be angry. "Don't worry Jaheira, you're a lot prettier than that elf." "Oof!" All the air rushed out of Snyd from one blow, and he fell to his knees, gasping, trying to draw in a breath. It felt as if he didn't have a stomach. Or lungs. Or wherever air went in your body. "Ooooo!" he groaned once he could breathe again, and feel his stomach. "What'dya--" Suddenly he could only see blackness, endless dark, and he tipped over from off his knees. His shoulder hit the ground before his head, and within seconds his vision returned, along with a realization that he was alive. And when you are alive, there is pain. "Errnngh!" he howled, throwing his hands up to his face to gingerly touch his nose. He winced. It still hurt, and he had barely touched it! He could feel the blood collecting in his nose and running down to drip from his chin. She had broken his bloody nose! And bloody it was… Snyd began to snicker once more at that thought, yet a second later and "Oooongh!" It hurt to laugh! It hurt! "Woman!" he yelled. "Why…" he trailed off. He had meant what he said truthfully, and she had… "Arrrnnngh!" He had a lot to learn about women. And Jaheira was not a normal woman. "Oh…" Rising slowly to his feet, stumbling a bit, Snyd realized Fid was now the one laughing. With a growl that was cut off with more moaning, Snyd took a step toward Fid. The man stopped laughing and backed up a step. Snyd made sure he didn't laugh this time, then turned to Jaheira. "Y-you…oh…forget it. Lets get moving." Carefully wiping his nose on the back of his hand, and his hand in turn on his pants, he strode over to his things, threw them in his pack, and went back to Vlad, Fid following him sulkily. "Let's move, Vlad," he said as gruffly as he could. [ September 06, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]