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[GERALT ELESSAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=414141] { GERALT ELESSAR } ------------------------------------------------------------------- LIKE THE CIGARETTES I'M CHAINED TO, WICKED WORDS CAN BE THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE THAT THRIVE OFF OF MAIMING YOU BUT WHO'S BLAMING WHO? NEVER ARE WE THE ONES WE POINT THE FINGER AT THE SKIES AND CHOSE THE SUN ------------------------------------------------------------------- Truly, it was the oldest past-time in the history of soldiers since actually killing a man. Or at least that's what he figured for Odin's soldiers. Because more than anything else, what a warrior wants to do after bathing in the blood of others is drink himself stupid. For others, it may have been to lessen the horrors of the battlefield; to everyone else? It was simply a great way to wind down. Geralt was among the latter cases. Raising his tankard in unison with his troops, he simply grinned and watched as they sung in great song, glorifying all of the many heads they had taken and left on the scorched field. Some were dancing, some were arm-wrestling and some were harassing some poor barmaid with rather clumsy pick-up lines. Not exactly an unfamiliar sight, but a hilarious one nonetheless. "Alright alright! Leave the lass alone, eh? She already has to feed your ugly face, so I think she's suffered quite enough," Geralt called out in a command that was a mixture of both embarrassment and amusement; while at times, his men got out of hand....well, they were men. Soldiers nonetheless. Put people into life-threatening and grim situations enough and they learned to make fun wherever they went and however they could. He himself was not very interested in female company for the night. Surely you jest! The great warrior Geralt isn't man enough to take a woman to bed? He figured he was if he tried. He had no inclination to however. The touch of a woman was something he hadn't felt in awhile, but it sure didn't turn him into a drunken idiot. But, then why did his eyes constantly wander over to the corner in the left? You know, that corner that was usually reserved for the Valkyries. Yes, those wonderful and stoic battle-maidens who focused solely on their duties instead of pleasures of the flesh. Battle nuns, if you will. It was known among his comrades that Geralt had always had a distinct liking for Valkyries. He found them beautiful, strong and awe-inspiring; surely, there's no better women to wed? Alas, they were forbidden to wed and most of them found the regular male soldiers so repulsive that they wouldn't even consider light romance. Truly a shame; he had felt the love of a Valkyrie once in his life and she fell by an enemy's spear just a week later. He remembered that enemy's face distinctly; he had taken quite a large amount of joy from crushing his throat. A sudden slap rung out and Geralt swiveled his head around to find one of the more...."aggressive" members of his platoon face-down on the ground."I told you to leave her be, you fool. There's no greater sting than the strike of a offended women." Such great wisdom he imparted upon them. He felt like a father watching his kids. And considering one of his kids was a foot taller than him and weighed 300 pounds, the thought made him shudder abit. TAGGED lorien pls • WORDS 502 LYRICS excuses by epik high NOTES a gift from me to you~<3 now git ta postin! CODED BY RIOT FOR RAZE!