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For Lasaraleen’s sake, to this day I hold onto to the hope for the day that, in my eyes where the sun darkens in his company, he would prove himself worthy to be graced by Lasarleen’s presence. However, he does possess the same mind, soul, and manners as the donkey who sits next in line to the Calormene throne. May Tash drag both witless beasts to the other life immediately.

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Requested: Malasaladheen Modern AU at the Mall

If it had been any other person, Maladh would have refused to let himself be dragged into this shopping venture out at the mall a half hour away, the mall that was always heavily populated by overly dramatic teenagers with far too much makeup encrusted on their faces and self-proclaimed rebels that were endlessly being chased down by the easily-outraged security personnel. But he was here, and already he was being pulled into the tiresome crowd of shoppers that were perpetually in the way of wherever they wanted to go or look at.

If it had been anyone other than Lasaraleen, Maladh knew he would not have given in on this trip so easily.

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Happy Birthday Lynna! You are talented and beautiful. A great friend and wonderful roleplayer. MyFather. I hope God has blessed you today and you have been surrounded by family, friends, and cake. :)

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Lest I Hurt You | Maladh and Aravis

She has only seen him once, twice, perhaps. Either times, it was from afar. He, a loyal servant to the Tisroc, was always surrounded by the light songs of armlets and bracelets striking one another, their owners dressed in extravagant clothes that could humiliate her finest dress. Such a man was busy, squandered with praise and good fortune till he could afford to have them sewn into a grand cloak that he could wear on his many journeys, such as the one he was attending to in the castle of Anvard.

Maladh Tarkaan of Tashbaan sat amongst lords and ladies, but his very presence alone smothered the northern titles, stripping the pale men and women of their identities and painting them with gaunt appearance of those of base birth. His feet, planted on the floor, delivered ripples with his regal and terrible aura.

Seeing he was not engaged in a conversation, Aravis slid her words through her fingertips as she strode to him. "It is uncommon for a Calormene of your rank to be inside these walls."