A glimpse into Kyl's life.
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The musings and adventures of Cristianno D'Avros, or otherwise known as Captain Wolfblood. (WoW - Wyrmrest Accord - Stories may contain violence and adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.)
140. Fighting Temptation
Cris returns to The Bay's Booty.
((NSFW))
((NSFW))
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139. Arrival (or Bros before ... )
((NSFW - Language))
Cris
walked into his cabin in great stride and smiling. “We’re docked. I love the
sea, but I really want to walk on land for a few.” His arms swung around
Alaia’s waist and pulled her toward him, staring into her eyes. “Especially if
you’re beside me.”
Alaia
giggled, dropping the scarf she’d been just about ready to tuck into one of the
already packed bags so she could wind her arms around his neck. She looked so
excited and absolutely breathless now that he was wrapped around her. “Nowhere
else I’d rather be,” she said quietly and reached up to kiss him.
138. Returning Home: Gerty's Letter
A letter addressed to the McHaggert Family in Ironforge.
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137. Returning Home: Kyl's Letter
A letter addressed to Syndril Solarblaze, Silvermoon.
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136. Pina - Longing and Desires
Tia'Zula's goblin begins to dream of her own independence.
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135. Wants and Desires
((OOC: My apologies for being gone so long. Real life has requested my presence and I must oblige. However, I felt like writing something and here it is. Enjoy :) ))
Cristianno, still at sea with his crew and his beloved, begins to feel awkward. Something's not right.
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The
ink danced across the paper, marking every note he jotted down. These notes
were quickly crossed out, the black ink ruining the neatness of the page.
Another word, another scratch. His free hand pressed against his forehead,
fingers slithering through his blonde hair. Everything he wrote just didn’t
make sense or it simply didn’t look right on paper. He wanted perfection, but
it was hard to attain. Cristianno dropped his hand and leaned back in his
leather chair. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and allowed the ship’s
swaying to move his head from side to side.
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