Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140918143042/@comment-26543176-20140918145719

Looking up at the girl Cyrian raised and eyebrow as she walked up, wearing tiny short shorts.

"You know." he commented dryly. "Those wont keep off the cold."

Shrugging his shoulders slightly Cyrian moved Frost Fang onto his back, feeling the comfortable weight of the sword settle on his shoulders.

"So, you're my partner? I'm Cyrian, Cyrian Aurean. Nice to meet you I supose. And I am not sleepy, nor am i sleep deprived." Jordan said those words with a world weary sigh of someone who had answered those questions hundreds of times before.