Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150208083257/@comment-24530992-20150211221043

He quickly slid in, his hands keeping hold of her waist as he began to thrust. Alderic pushed himself as deep as he could each time he re-entered, all while keeping his lips pressed to her neck.

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Matthieu was exhausted... The many days of travelling without stopping had taken a toll on him. Though, he had picked up a few companions on the way. A Nord man by the name of Alfwar, and another Nord, but a woman, named Thora. They both constantly bickered, searching support from the only Breton.

"Piss off!" Thora growled, holding her mead above her head. Alfwar was trying to grab it from her hands, grunting as he tried. The former elbowed him in the stomach, and he doubled back.

"Bitch..." he grumbled, before taking his dried meat from his pouch. He ripped a piece off with his somewhat sharp teeth, swallowing it soon after.

"Excuse-"

Thora was interrupted by Matthieu, who quickly silenced them both by throwing a handful of snow into both of their faces. Alfwar spat the accumulation out, then wiping the rest from his face, as well as Thora.

"What was that about?" The former asked, trying to take another bite from his food, but his teeth started to chatter. "Great, now I'm cold, thanks, jackass."

"No problem. Now, both of you, please shut up. You're giving me a headache," Matt said, finishing setting up his tent. "Now, set your stuff up. We head for... Where was it?"

"Kynesgrove. We'll sack whatever is there, and leave before those snake folk get us," Thora replied.

"Right. We're heading for Kynesgrove at dawn. Get some rest," he told them, before slipping into his tent, falling asleep.