Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140219021319

Sighing, the mercenary stood up. And winced as phantom pain flashed across his torso. Light flickered across it, exposing the tattoos and scars covering the corded muscle.

"Thought those damned things had already healed..." He muttered, rubbing his chest. He turned towards his stuff, and knelt down, rummaging through his pack for a change of clothes. The action made the muscles on his back flex and show, rippling with restrained power. Finding them, he turned to Nixia, and raised an eyebrow.

"Unless you want to see me naked, in which, I'd ask for you to return the favor, would you please get out so I can change?" He crossed his arms. The movement caused his shoulders to push up, making his stance more regal. It was odd for a lowborne to have a stance like that.

He also did it unconsciously.