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July 18, 2024 03:56 PM

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This is a 1x1, please do not post if you are not Oakwood barn or myself. Feel free to read along

July 18, 2024 04:15 PM

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Alright! Character sheets?

July 18, 2024 04:24 PM

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(Still filling out and formatting, I jut wanted to get it posted)

Character sheet!

Full Name

Prince Vincent Atlas Onveran

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*Preferred Name:

Vincent Onveran

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Nickname(s) Received:

Vince, Atlas, Sir, Prince, Your Majesty

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Nicknames Given:

If you want to give him a nickname, just tell me lol

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Gender:

Male

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*Pronouns:

He/him

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*Sexuality:

Gay | Likes men

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Rank/position:

Prince

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Appearance:

Hair - Vincent has red hair, not ginger but not vibrant red. His natural hair color is black, which seeps through at the roots. And red, which is seen throughout the rest of his hair. Vincent's hair is straight with loose curls around. He usually wears it in a half-up half-down style. His hair is usually held up with a thin rubber band type material.

Har style: (https://pin.it/6jNDYoYTl)

Hair color: (https://pin.it/2PH3FwFNN)

Eyes - Vincent has deep hazel eyes. They have specks of green in them and are surprisingly beautiful. Especially in the sun. His eyes have a certain sharp, hooded, and pointed drop to them. His eyes are very similar to his mothers'.

Skin - Vincent has pale skin, sincehe doesn't get out much.

Scars -

Birthmarks - Vincent has only one freckle on his neck. It's the same as his fathers', which his mother despises. The freckle is at the base of his neck, under his Adam's apple.

Build - Vincent is about 6'1, he has a slim figure and a smaller waist hen normal for men. He has a very fancy feel about him. He has long legs and average arms. His body is toned and he is quite strong despite being less bulky as his opponents.

Tattoos - (I don't know if they had tattoos in this time period, so I'll leave blank for now)

Piercings - He has his ears pierced, which was required by his mother. Mainly so him and Stephanie matched. He doesn't mind them, he actually likes wearing earrings. Most of the time.

Jewelry - He usually wears two topaz stud earrings, silver rings, and a silver cross necklace.

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Personality:

Vincent is very sarcastic. He spouts comments before he can think of them, he makes sparky remarks which usually result in being disciplined. Vincent can also be loyal and kind, but he's learned to wall himself off from those emotions. Since most of th timepeople are only friends with him for his status and wealth.

(Will probably go on as his character shapes further)

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Some questions I'll answer about Vincent:

(Feel free to use these! And no one knows most of this, since it' just character info for Ponies heaven!! :D)

Do they consider themselves skinny or fat: He sees himself as normal, if no, skinny.

Do they have any birthmarks: WIP

Date of birth: March 8/Pisces

Introverted or Extroverted: Introverted

What bad habits do they have: Doesn't think before speaking, (wip)

What smells remind them of their childhood: Expensive fabric, tea, horses

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Strengths:

+Riding+

+Sword fighting+

+Swimming+

+Archery+

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Weaknesses:

-Climbing-

-Running-

-Iron-

-Fire-

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*Likes:

!Spring!

!Autumn!

!Riding!

!Majesty!

!Cats!

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*Dislikes:

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Relationship Status:

Single

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*Crush:

Cassius Abel - Alive

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*Significant Other:

None

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*Exes:

Princess Emmeline Janice Kilnar - They broke up because Vincent likes men - she still loves him

Princess Flora Isabelle Rinhearth - They broke up because Vincent likes men - She still loves him (manly for the higher amount of luxury she could get from bring his queen)

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Non-Familial Relations:

Cassius Abel - Friend/Crush/Partner - Alive

Princess Emmeline Janic Kilnar - Ex - Alive

Princess Flora Isabelle Rinhearth - Ex - Alive

Jackson White - Friend/butler - Alive

Hillary Bren - Friend/maid - Alive

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Familial Relations:

King Denton T Onveran - Father - Alive - Also very old style, his methods of discipline varies but he believes that physical punishment is more effective.

Queen Linary G Onveran - Mother - Alive - Very old style of punishment and discipline. She often hits Vincent and Stephanie as their discipline.

Princess Stephanie K Onveran - Sister - Alive - She is a very kind princess and person in general. Almost everyone loves her and she gets attention from many prince's for marriage proposals. Her and Vincent have a good relationship.

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Other:

Vincent is quick and agile, usually using a dagger or two instead of a sword.

He has learned to be quite silent footed from sneaking around the palace.

Vincent goes out roaming the palace at night.

He has an old map of the palace and is making a new one. He's trying to find all the rooms and hiding places and creaky floorboards and hidden passages.

Edited at July 19, 2024 03:38 PM by Oakwood Barn

July 18, 2024 10:36 PM

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Name:

Cassius Abel

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Species:

Vampire

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Gender:

Male he/him

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Sexuality:

Gay

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Job:

Works for the towns BlackSmith, he gathers materials for the BlackSmith

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Appearence:

Cassius stands roughly 6'2 with short wavy golden hair and brown - amber eyes with golden flecks. Cassius is well-known for his sickly look, pale skin and deep shadows under his eyes. When described, his is often known as 'Gangly' or 'Underweight', because of his sickly white pasty skin. His skin is unmarked, with no scars or markings which is found to be extremely weird due to his work. Cassius have sharp, cat-like features, making him look scary at first sight.

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Personality:

Cassius is often described to be a distant and easily angered person, someone you best to stay away from. People in the village suspect there is something wrong with Cassius, keeping their distance. Cassius lives separate from the village, in a hunt located perhaps 500 metres away from the village.

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Family:

Cassius abandoned his family shortly after being turned into vampire at age 16, for their safety. Cassius allowed his family to believe he was dead, so that they wouldn't come after him. His family is a sore subject for him.

Darian - Mother - (from memory) Cassius was really close with her, helping her whenever needed. When he was younger his mother was infected with a disease, she had trouble moving at times or she sometimes lost her balance easily. Was later found to be Parkinsonism.

Cadogan - Father - (from memory) Cassius didn't see his father much, but when he did, he quite enjoyed his presence. Cassius enjoyed learning things from his father or spending free times with him.

Nisha - Sister - (from memory) Cassius wasn't very close with his sister because she was always competing with him for attention. She always used Cassius once kind heart to advantage and used to hit him or punish him.

Edited at July 19, 2024 06:31 AM by Ponies heaven

July 19, 2024 06:40 PM

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(Let's just say that these vampires in go in daylight, but it makes them weaker)
Cassius Abel

Sweat dripped from Cassius's wavy golden hair, he gave a small growl of irritation before swinging the axe again. He couldn't believe Victor wanted this much iron, good thing he didn't tire easily.
Cassius had mined at least 250 pieces of iron, he sighed and grabbed his shirt from a nearby tree. No matter how much sun Cassius got, his skin will never tan. He was a vampire. Cassius quickly put his shirt on and gathered the iron pieces into bags, 50 iron pieces in each, Cassius could carry them all at once with his unnatural strength, but he wasn't in the mood to make people suspicious of him.
Cassius grabbed the bags and hefted them over her shoulder and walked towards the shire horse he had brought along. "Come here" he said to the horse as he got closer, the horse screamed and tried to get away from him, tugging on the lead rope. Cassius sighed, this was the usual reaction he had around animals, and recently, humans too. Cassius leaned forward and snatched at the horses bridle, "Stay still" he growled. The horse trembled with fear as Cassius packed the 5 bags of iron pieces on the creature, the horse looked at Cassius, his ears pinned and his eyes rolling with fear. "Calm down, I am not hungry right now" he said, but no matter his words, he knew this animal would not calm down, he was a creature of death after all.
The sounds of the village surrounded Cassius as he walked into the village leading a flighty shire gelding, "Stop" he growl-whispered to the horse again, but the horse just skittered away, almost knocking into a cart of fresh produce. Cassius sighed, why must animals hate him? Cassius rubbed his shoulder, making sure the villagers were watching. He couldn't let them suspect that after mining 250 pieces of iron he was still nice and fresh, ready for more work. Cassius stopped at the forge, the skittish shire in tow. "Victor! I brought the Iron pieces! 250!" He said, a sharp angled face appeared out of the forges thick grey smoke, "250? Hmm. That will do" he said, it seemed that Victors very goal was to put Cassius down, but Cassius was unfazed. Victor tossed Cassius a bag of coins. "Yes, 250, I will leave the horse here for you to unpack" he said, turning to leave. His eyes caught on the familiar 'Rules' sign inside the forge, Cassius chuckled to himself, walking away. Victor had put that sign up soon after hiring Cassius, mainly because of the amount of talk there is around Cassius and how strange he was. The sign mainly said;

Rules

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No Refunds

Pay before commission is complete

pay in full sum

And in smaller writing...

No people called Cassius allowed in

Cassius knew that the last rule wasn't for other Cassius's, just himself. It's not like he wanted to go into the forge anyway.
Cassius turned away from the forge and walked towards the villages centre, where business was stronger and the crowds were thicker. Cassius weighed his bag of coins in his hand, it was enough to buy some groceries to convince the villagers. But, after buying some groceries, Cassius hoped to bring his worn out shirt to the menders, he didn't need people looking through the holes in his shirt.

July 19, 2024 07:55 PM

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Prince Vincent Omveran

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Vincent sighed in annoyance, his eyes gazing over the village below. He was seated in his room, on his window seat. Though, he suspected he wouldn't be here for much longer. As if on cue, he heard a knock at the door. Vincent tilted his head to glance at the door.

“Come in.”

He said, his voice sharp and carrying a fancy accent. As he had realized most of his family/royals posses. The door opened, revealing Jackson, his butler. Jackson smiled at him and hummed, stepping into the lavish room and bowing.

“The queen has requested you, sir.”

He said and Vincent sighed, planting his feet on the ground and standing.

“Jackson, how many times have I told you not to bow when in private?”

He asked, walking over to his butler. Jackson laughed quietly.

“Too many sir, it's just natural.”

He responded and Vincent nodded.

“My mother, you said?”

Vincent asked, brushing past Jackson, stopping in front of the door and placing a hand on the intricately designed door handle. He had learned it was gold. Which was frankly irritating. Why have gold handles? Like he said, irritating. Jackson nodded behind him and walked up behind him.

“Yes sir.”

He confirmed and Vincent had To restrain another sigh. Vincent nodded and twisted the door handle, pushing the large door open and stepping out into the hall. Jackson followed, stepping in front of him and beginning to lead the way. Vincent closed his bedroom door and began following Jackson. He vaguely wondered why his mother needed him. But it could be for any number of reasons. When Jackson reached the entrance to the dining room, he gestured inside and Vincent nodded at him in silence thanks. Vincent walked through the entrance, stepping into the large dining room. It had a long table in the center, large enough for all of them and an extended amount of guests. A large, crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, light glittering around the room from the morning sun. Large windows coated the side of the room that faced out toward the village. Vincent found that mocking, which annoyed him. His eyes landed on his mother, who was sitting at the very end of the room, in one of the poof chairs by the fire. She seemed to be reading. Vincent set his face letting his surprise drop off his features as he walked to her. His footsteps echoed through the room as he walked the length of the table. When he got to the end he looked down at his mother, who, per usual, didn't spare him a glance.

“Sit.”

She said, her words sharp and crisp. A clear contrast to the warmth of the fire. Vincent reluctantly sat on the poof chair across from her, his eyes roaming her figure. Ah. She was reading history books. That made sense. His mother finally looked up at him, her hazel eyes piercing him. Vincent resisted the urge to look away or shudder. This was the reason he hated his own eyes. But he wasn't about to say anything.

“You requested me, mother?”

He asked, keeping his gaze unwavering and his posture poised. She hummed and closed the book she was reading, setting it aside.

“Yes. I did. I would like to inquire about something.”

She said, tapping her finger against the book she had been reading previously. Vincent nodded.

“Which is, mother?”

He pushed, praying she'd just say it.

“Have you felt any different recently? An urge? Your birthday is soon.”

She asked him, and Vincent couldn't stop a frown from making its way onto his lips.

“This is about marrying me off, isn't it?”

He asked bitterly, eyes going to the book she had been reading.

‘Royal Weddings and Ceremonies’

He should have guessed. His gaze went back to his mother, whose lips were pressed together in a tight line.

“Vincent, you are getting to the age.”

She said sharply, staring him down. Vincent felt four again, shrinking back at the harsh gaze of his mother.

“But I—”

He tried. He desperately needed her to forget about this for now. He didn't want to marry. A girl at least. But liking men was punishable by death as a royal. He seriously wished he wasn't a prince at the moment.

“Not. Another word, out of you. I will be setting something up with your father. The date will be sent when it has been decided. You are dismissed.”

She said briskly, picking another book up once more. Vincent felt his heart fall and he stared at her for another moment before standing quickly and walking out quickly. He didn't want to get married. It would simply be to take the place as king. Which he wasn't looking forward to either. He stepped out of the dining room and spotted Jackson talking to a maid, Hillary. Vincent approached, hoping he looked as Miserable as he felt. Which, success he supposed, considering Jackson did a double take of his face.

“I'm going to say that didn't go well…”

He muttered and Vincent shot Him a glare. Jackson rolled his eyes as Hilarry hummed.

“Why don't you go down to the village to cool Off?”

She said sweetly and Vincent sighed.

“Fine.”

He muttered, turning and walking toward The palace Doors. He grabbed a cloak nearby and put it on. Then he snuck outside and around the guards. When he finally got to The outskirts of the village, he took his hair down and ran his fingers through it. Making it a bit messier than normal. He then put the hood up and smiled slightly. He was thankful he wasn't wearing too fancy of clothing at the moment. He'd blend in fine. He had before. He stepped into the town square, blending in quickly as he pulled some coins from his bag and made his way over to his favorite stand. They sold baked sweets and he was a sucker for them. When he got there, he stopped in front of it, waiting for someone else to order before stepping up and ordering his usual. The lady smiled warmly and held out her hand. He slipped her the money and walked off. That's how it always was. You trade money for the stuff. It wasn't that complicated. He slipped back into the crowds, exploring the town square. He hadn't been here in a while…

(I will probably come back to add more detail later or when I have time)

Edited at July 19, 2024 08:01 PM by Oakwood Barn

July 19, 2024 08:37 PM

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Cassius Abel

Cassius opened the soft leather bag that carried his coins, he now stood in front of a stand selling carrots in the village central. "Just one" he said to the hardly washed man being the stand. He stared at Cassius as if he was something other, which, in all fairness, he was. The man passes him a single carrot, which Cassius held awkwardly in his hand. He remembered loving these weird orange sticks, but his love for human food soon disappeared once he got into the habit of being a vampire. The scruffy man behind the stand coughed expectantly. Cassius took a step back, "got a cold there?" He said, passing over two gold coins. The vampire turned, the corner of his lip upturned in self amusement.
Cassius had spent at least 7 gold coins on groceries he was sure to give to the wildlife, he now walked towards the menders. This shirt was showing far to much of his paper-white skin already. He had a scrappy cloth bag that carried his fake food.
Cassius lifted his head slightly, the smell of bitter-sweet pumping blood filled his nostrils. He looked around, his pupils dilated. Cassius shook his head, gaining control again. Cassius sighed, the time to feed was getting closer, he could hold it until tonight. Cassius turned and hurried through the crowds, it was easy, mostly. People kept a 2 metre distance from, as if sensing something wrong. Though some people, who were obviously new to the village and stepped in front of him, causing them to be harshly shouldered out of the way by Cassius.

Soon enough, Cassius's haste had proved to be effective and the now stood in front of the village menders, the menders were some of the only people Cassius got along with. However he didn't tell them that they were mostly all wives to men he had fucked. Cassius shrugged in amusement and stepped through the threshold, cold air greeting him.

"Ladies! I need a certain shirt fixed!" He said, cupping his hands in front of his mouth to help make his voice louder.
A middle aged woman in a lovely pastel purple dress stalked out of the back room, where they all worked. "Cassius.. it's good to see you" she said, bating her eyelashes flirtingly. "Good to see you Myra, I need my shirt fixed, can you do it?" He said, Myra leaned forward on the counter, making the dress tighten around her chest "I can always do it" she said, her voice deeply toned with lust. Cassius nodded, "true" Myra swung around and gestured to him, luring him into the back room.
Cassius sat down on a lounging chair, topless. He turned in his seat to watch 3 woman, including Myra, work passionately on his worn shirt. "How long do you think it will take?" Cassius asked, tearing a hand through his wavy golden locks. Myra turned and smiled at him, "10 moments should do" she said, Cassius got up, smiling and saying his thanks before moving to sit on the floor in the Menders foyer. He didn't think he could stay in that room any longer, not when he needed a fed so much.

July 19, 2024 09:16 PM

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(Just want to say, Vincent's blood smells metallic, which is odd cause royals do not have metallic smelling blood ;))

Prince Vincent Omveran

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Vincent glared at the man running his booth. He was being very rude. Vincent was tempted to tell him he'd have him executed, before taking a breath and shoving his anger down.

“Pay me 8 coins for it.”

He rolled his eyes at the vendor. He was being so stingy. It was TWO apples. Vincent sighed.

“Then I don't want them.”

He said, bitterly as he walked off toward another vendor to see what they had. He walked around for a bit, somehow keeping himself on the down low. Thank Merlin too, he did not want to be swarmed for being tHe PrInCe.

Vincent sat down on the edge of a fountain, which was placed in the middle of the town. He sat for a bit, eating a scone that was made by the first vendor he visited. When he was partway finished, he glanced over and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. People moving out of the way over there…? His first thought was Stephanie or royal guards coming to look for him. But that thought was quickly dismissed by the lack of oohing and awing. Actually, it was dismissed by the lack of everything. He stood up and promptly almost fell over. He grumbled as he felt a bit dizzy and focused his eyes ahead of him. When the dizziness receded, he moved through the crowd, looking over everyone's heads. He watched, in slight shock as people moved out of the way of a rather handsome, and very pale man. Vincent raised an eyebrow and watched him walk by and disappear into a shop. Vincent smiled lightly. Damn did he look good. Vincent tolledhi eyes once again as everyone around him continued Their loud chatter and quickly filled the gap, rushing to vendors. But the mysterious man had caught Vincent's attention. Which Vincent couldn't decide was good or bad for the man. Vincent pulled his hood further over his head, making sure his hair was covered fully and swiftly made his way through the crowd, his steps silent. Vincent didn't enter the shop, he wasn't that stupid. Instead standing outside the— helookd at the signs.

‘Women Tailors”

… Okay. Vincent leaned against a small outset on the building and waited for a bit, listening to the conversation inside. The man sounded familiar. Like an old ass uncle you didn't know existed but they held you at birth, so you have to say you remember them. That type of familiar. So Vincent supposed it could be anyone really. Vincent stepped back slightly when the very attractive and still pale man came out of the store, walking… somewhere, very quickly. Vimcent smirked slightly, forcing his eyes to stay on the back of the man's head. Vincent watched him for a moment longer before moving forward. He caught up to the man, grabbing his arm gently.

“Wait. What's your name?”

He asked, forcing the posh accent out of his voice. Vincent would have to go back to that,

‘Women Tailors,’

place later. He's fairly certain he recognized some voices that did not belong to the man in front of him. He was more likely to remember none of them. But he didn't really care. He stared at the man, waiting for an answer. But he took the time to study the man's golden blonde hair, his tall form, and his very very attractive physique. Oh, his mother would kill him if she knew the thoughts spinning through his mind at the moment.

Edited at July 19, 2024 10:10 PM by Oakwood Barn

July 20, 2024 12:03 AM

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Cassius Abel

Cassius felt a warm hand grip his bicep, Cassius whirled around. A young man held him tight, Cassius lifted his head away from the man. He could smell his blood, a sweet metallic substance that radiated beneath his skin. Cassius snarled and pulled hisself away from the man with unnatural strength, "Sam, now, I have somewhere to be, and that isn't around you" Cassius growled, something about this young man was familiar but he didn't feel like pushing it. Cassius brushed his hands down the front of his newly mended shirt and turned his back to the man. "Leave me alone" he said, the last thing he needed was a man trailing him like a lost puppy. But... then again, this young man was quite a picture of beauty with black and red hair, white skin and hazel eyes. Cassius realised he was staring at the man, he growled at himself for being so weak and turned away, once more.

Cassius fled the village central, mud clinging to his thin boots as he took up a unnatural speed. Hopefully that young man had started to use his brain and fear him, it's not every day that a pretty human makes contact with a bloodsucker.

The lights of the village grew further and further away as Cassius continued running uphill to his small but cozy cabin. Cassius slowed to a trot and sucked in a deep breath, it now felt as if he had put enough room between him and the strange man. Cassius turned and walked into the warmth of his small two-room cabin. In one room, the main one, Cassius managed to fit a tiny, but efficient kitchen, and small circle table with two chairs. In the Room connected to the kitchen/dining, was his bedroom, not like he slept much, but sometimes he just liked to rest. In his bedroom, a single bed was pushed into the furthest right corner, and a bathtub on the left side.
Sometimes if Cassius was feeling bold enough, he would heat a fire and warm up some water and have a long soak.

July 20, 2024 01:08 AM