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Subject: [Story] Halo: True Sangheili (Prologue and Part one up)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

This baby just got a lot more cuter.

  • 10.05.2009 4:34 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: True Sangheili (Part Five is available!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

EXCELENT! Man i love this. I am not sugar coating it when i say this, you could write a halo book for bungi. I haven't read all of it yet cuz i gota do Home work and some writing myself :) I read up to the part were soren woke up from being sick. Great stuff man :D

  • 10.05.2009 6:35 PM PDT

Posted by: BuckHarvester
Posted by: Wolverfrog
"That Elite we've got banged is a nutter, punched the Sarge in the gut he did!" the first human spoke in a heavy accent.


I would of wrote it a bit like this. "'At Elite 'e got banged is a nughu, punched the Sarge in 'u gut 'e did!"


....Okay.

Thanks for the feedback guys, I appreciate it.

  • 10.06.2009 3:09 AM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

How did I miss TWO parts? Let alone two very nice parts. Good job, the infection does not cloud your mind.

  • 10.06.2009 3:41 AM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

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We should know better, because we are better.

Star Trek fan much?

  • 10.06.2009 5:18 AM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
Star Trek fan much?


Never watched it in my life. Why?

  • 10.06.2009 6:22 AM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Best part yet, great job there. The dialogue between Sorran and the Human elder was brilliant.

  • 10.06.2009 9:15 AM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Xd00999
Star Trek fan much?


Never watched it in my life. Why?
Because Sorran knocking that guy out with his to fingers sound's like Star Trek's Vulcan Pinch; a Vulcan takes there fingers and pinch's you elbow (right)and that knocks you out.

  • 10.06.2009 10:16 AM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Xd00999
Star Trek fan much?


Never watched it in my life. Why?
Because Sorran knocking that guy out with his to fingers sound's like Star Trek's Vulcan Pinch; a Vulcan takes there fingers and pinch's you elbow (right)and that knocks you out.


Maybe the Star Trek producers are a fan of True Sangheili...

XD

  • 10.06.2009 10:50 AM PDT
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> I like the way you write your stories, Im waiting for part 6.

PS: I Loved the way you made the mercy kill for the old man, it was cool, exiting and sad all-in-one paragraph. Keep it up, Its interesting how people Bend the creed of the Elite's Honor and the Real tuth that lies behind The Path, You've wonn another literature fan,

* I'll think I need to save this thread* <<

  • 10.06.2009 5:35 PM PDT
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Ohh, I mean part 12, sorry whatsoever....<
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> I like the way you write your stories, Im waiting for part 6.

PS: I Loved the way you made the mercy kill for the old man, it was cool, exiting and sad all-in-one paragraph. Keep it up, Its interesting how people Bend the creed of the Elite's Honor and the Real tuth that lies behind The Path, You've wonn another literature fan,

* I'll think I need to save this thread* <<

  • 10.06.2009 5:45 PM PDT

Posted by: Reverance 7
> I like the way you write your stories, Im waiting for part 6.

PS: I Loved the way you made the mercy kill for the old man, it was cool, exiting and sad all-in-one paragraph. Keep it up, Its interesting how people Bend the creed of the Elite's Honor and the Real tuth that lies behind The Path, You've wonn another literature fan,

* I'll think I need to save this thread* <<


Thanks for the feedback. You should check out Halo 3: Insurrection and Memoirs of an ODST if you liked this, you can see them to the right hand of the Gallery forum index.

And by the way, Sorran didn't kill the old man in Part 11, he killed his son, knocked the death wishing old man unconscious, and hid him in a nearby basement. Maybe I didn't make that clear enough.

But once again, thanks.

  • 10.06.2009 5:45 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eleven is available!) ~ 05/10
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Nay, I apologise if I comfuse you, I'd try to say MERCY KILL, i mean the Elite didn't kill him, sad though losing a son in front of a dad, haha, well ok'. ( Or something like that).

If you are writting part 12 don't bother, but would you linky me to this:
Posted by: Wolverfrog
You should check out Halo 3: Insurrection and Memoirs of an ODST if you liked this, you can see them to the right hand of the Gallery forum index.


But once again, thanks.


Ohh, crap, its a sticky then , forget about it....

[Edited on 10.06.2009 5:51 PM PDT]

  • 10.06.2009 5:50 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Lol, WOlverfrog, this is VERY good.

Probably your best (not counting Ascendency)

But the thing that makes me laugh is that Zharn could order Savara to sleep with him if he wanted.

XD

  • 10.07.2009 5:31 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Twelve is available!) ~ 11/10

With Memoirs out of the way for now, I can concentrate on this and Insurrection. This part isn't the longest, but it's good.


Part Twelve - Heresy, of the greatest kind

Ahkrin lifted Sorran onto the wooden table within the human house, and Sorran lay, gasping. Ahkrin turned Sorran onto his back, and removed the Commando harness he wore. The Sangheili minor grimaced as he turned his head and saw the bloody welt running down his back.

"Are you sure it was a knife he attacked you with, or was it a broad sword?" Ahkrin muttered dryly, going to a nearby sink and damppening a rag with` water. The moment the sodden cloth touched Sorran's wound, he cried out in pain, the stinging nearly unbearable.

"Do you not have anything more...advanced to treat me with? Other than a rag and water." Sorran questioned through his teeth as the Stealth Sangheili washed the cloth out of purple blood and applied the rag again, cleaning the wound.

"Well, there is this biofoam canister I looted off the body of a human. It should hold you together." Ahkrin replied, holding up a grey cylinder with a metal nozzle on the end. Sorran eyed it doubtfully.

"If you say so Ahkrin."

Once the wound was clean, Ahkrin then ejected the healing foam into Sorran's wound. Forget about the water on the rag, this was a hundred times more painful. He could feel the disgusting foam pour into every bleeding effidice of his body, sealing it up. Sorran did admit that once it had all been finished, he did feel a lot better. Ahkrin then sc­­-blam!-d the excess foam from his back, and reattached Sorran's Commando harness.

"That should hold you together for now brother. If you feel any urges to be cut in half once again, warn me beforehand." Ahkrin stated wryly, and Sorran swung a punch at the Stealth Sangheili, who evaded the playful blow with a laugh. Sorran lifted himself off the table, bouncing on the balls of his heels. He took a look around the human house.

"Do you think this house is deserted?" Sorran breathed quietly, suddenly suspicious a human was lurking behind a door with a shotgun.

"In all probability, yea. However, it shan't hurt to look around. Lead on, mighty warrior." Ahrkin implored, and Sorran, ignoring the last mocking comment, procceeded through the human abode, wary for signs of danger.

The two Sangheili stole through the house, cautious. Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the front door, and both Sorran and Ahrkin whirled around, rifles ready. The door crashed in, and a Brute was standing in the doorway, evidently surprised. He was on his lonesome, a spiker rifle in hand, garbed in Brute power armour.

"Noble Sangheili..." the Brute said suspiciously, looking around the room. Ahkrin narrowed his eyes.

"Jirahane. What are you doing here?" the Stealth Sangheili demanded, hand still brushing his rifle. The Brute seemed to squirm.

"The Chieftain...ordered me to kill any humans who may be hiding. He was under the impression that the Sangheili were at the front gates." the Brute told the two Elites, who nodded.

"Not all of us." Sorran spoke up, surprising himself. "We dropped in from a Phantom. You are welcome to join us Brute." The Brute seemed happy with that.

There was then a sudden sharp pain in Sorran's side, and he jumped. Ahkrin was looking at him angrily, as if to say 'I don't want a Brute with us.' Sorran shook his head, and turned to the Brute, who was eyeing Ahkrin with hurt.

"We're searching this home for any marines who may be cowering. Assist us." Sorran ordered, and the Brute nodded slowly, his eyes still on Ahkrin.

"My name is Hestaphus. I am honoured to be in your prescense...Sangheili." the Brute told them, and Ahkrin nodded.

"Just look around, and try to refrain from going beserk."

The unlikely trio then began to search.

The downstairs seemed to be clear, and so Sorran preceeded upstairs, Ahkrin and Hestaphus closely behind him.

"I shall search the rooms on the right side. Sorran, Hestaphus, search the left side. Be wary Sorran." Ahkrin told the two, adding the last ambiguous sentence as if on a whim. Sorran wondered what he meant, be wary of the possible humans, or the Brute? Maybe both.

The Sangheili Minor cracked open a door to a bedroom, Hestaphus behind and heard a rustling from behind one of the curtains. Sorran crept towards it, rifle in hand, and pulled them back, ready to fire.

A gleaming kitchen knife struck out, and punctured Sorran in the leg. He just had all the bad luck today...he looked at the assasilent, intending to fire, and stopped, eyes widening.

A child of what could only be seven was staring at him with wide eyes, lips quavering. His hands were warm and sticky with Sorran's blood. The Sangheili minor fell back, unsure of what to do. The Brute came up behind him, huffing in his blue power armour.

"A human child? Interesting. You should kill it, Sangheili." Hestaphus advised, and Sorran frowned, taken aback. Kill a child? It was the same situation he'd had with the old man earlier. He couldn't do it.

"Kill a child? It has done nothing wrong, Brute." Sorran protested, aware that the young boy was frozen in place, his eyes round and fearful. Sorran felt a strange, almost paternal urge to reassure him.

"Except stab you in the leg." Hestaphus commented dryly, his canines protuing from his mouth. The boy shrieked loudly, pressing back further against the window.

"I would have done the same in it's position. Nay, I cannot call a child Brute, it is wrong. The Forerunners forbid the killing of the innocent." Sorran stated crossly.

"Look at it Sangheili...Sorran. It looks harmless enough now, but it will grow, and become another marine, with one of their guns. Kill them young, before they are old enough to fight back!" the Brute insisted, his voice turning aggressive. Sorran flexed his muscles instinctively.

"We are leaving Hestaphus." Sorran stated, glaring at the Brute. The Jiralhanae growled, and then without warning, siezed the child by it's neck, and the Brute took out his spiker rifle, holding up it's blade in anticipation.

Without realising it, Sorran drew out his own metallic blade, and leered at the Brute, who still held the young boy's neck.

"Jiralhanae; release the child. Now." Sorran commanded in a stern voice, holding his sword up threateningly. The Brute laughed, and turned away from the Sangheili, his spiker blade gleaming in the light of the fire outsie. The child cried out, looking helplessly at Sorran.

"No!" Sorran cried out, lunging forward with his blade. Before he knew what he was doing, the sword plunged into the Brute's body, sinking in slowly. Hestaphus turned towards Sorran in rage, his bloodshot eyes widening. With his last breath, the Brute brought the spiker rifle down on the huamn child's head, before Sorran could stop him. Both bodies collapsed to the floor, dead.

By the Forerunners, what have I done? Sorran screamed in his mind, looking at the dead Brute corpse. Sorran looked out the window with dread, and sure enough, saw five Jackals outside, watching with their large, buggy eyes. They'd seen it all. Seen the Sangheili murder the Jiralhanae over the life of a human.

Sorran suddenly couldn't breathe. He collapsed against the window frame, the Brute's red blood still on his hands.

"Sorran...what have you done?" a familiar voice asked softly from behind him. Sorran turned, with red eyes, to see Ahkrin standing in the doorway, arms folded, looking at the scene before him.

"Ahkrin, I--" Sorran couldn't finish the sentence. Instead, the Sangheili collapsed to his knees, weeping. Killing another of the Covenant in cold blood, over the life of a human. That meant certain death for him. Ahkrin walked over, and placed a hand upon his shoulder.

"Worry not, nothing shall happen to you Sorran. I, and Zharn shall do our best to make sure of it.d

[Edited on 10.10.2009 6:17 PM PDT]

  • 10.10.2009 4:53 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eleven is available!) ~ 05/10

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

Hurry kill the Jackals!

And how do you pronounce all the Names?

Ahkrin, Sorran, Zharn etc.

  • 10.10.2009 6:11 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Twelve is available!) ~ 11/10

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Posted by: me123456789
Hurry kill the Jackals!

And how do you pronounce all the Names?

Ahkrin, Sorran, Zharn etc.


Ack - rin

Sor - ran

S (Z) - arn

[Edited on 10.11.2009 10:43 AM PDT]

  • 10.11.2009 10:04 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eleven is available!) ~ 05/10

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Posted by: me123456789
Hurry kill the Jackals!

And how do you pronounce all the Names?

Ahkrin, Sorran, Zharn etc.


S (Z) - harn


LIES!

It's pronounced Z-arn. A silent 'h'.

  • 10.11.2009 10:16 AM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Lies of the weak, beacons for the deluded!

  • 10.11.2009 10:43 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Thirteen is available!) ~ 12/10

And thus, the epic plot begins.

Part Thirteen - Trial and punishment

Holy city of High Charity, Council Chambers, 9th Age of Reclamation.

"Sorran Mahaf'ee, you stand as the accused. Do you understand why you are here?" the Prophet taking precedence over the trial spoke, and Sorran's mouth dried. This was it; he was on trial. Sorran remembered visiting such an event involving a Kig-Yar who had spilt the blood of an Elite a few years ago. It had not bode well for the defendant.

To make matters worse, the Prophet monitoring the hearing was none other than the High Prophet of Truth. Truth! He had been a ruthless conciliator before he had ascended to the seat of power, and even now still enjoyed dallying in the occasional trial. Finally, Sorran found his voice.

"I understand, noble Prophet." the disgraced Sangheili Minor murmured, bowing his head. The councillors started talking amongst themselves. Brutes hung in the dark recesses of the chamber; looking bloodthirsty.

"And do you plead guilty or not, to the accusation that but three days ago, upon the human planet of Eridanus II, you slew a Jiralhanae in cold blood to protect the life of a human?" Truth demanded, a sly smile on his face. Sorran frowned.

"A human child--" he began to protest, before being interrupted by the High Prophet.

"Be silent!" Truth shrieked, anger displaying across his face. "Do you confess to the crime?"

There was a pause, as Sorran lifted his head up and stared Truth in the eyes.

"I do."

The hall burst into a wave of commotion, the Sangheili Councillors on one side, and the Prophet Councillors on the other. Sorran stared at the two groups appealingly, but could not read their emotions. They were, after all, politicians.

"And you confess to the crime knowing that the ultimate punishment, should the council so decide it, is death?" Truth whispered, leaning forward in his chair, bony fingertips tapping against each other. He is truly enjoying my suffering! Sorran realised, suddenly feeling a surge of anger towards this Prophet who would be so quick as to condemn him. At the back of the hall, a voice cried out angrily; that of a Brute's.

"This should not be a decision of the council! This Sangheili spilled Jiralhanae blood! I demand his death!" the Brute cried out, striding forward to wear Sorran stood. Five Honour Guard moved before him before the raging Jiralhanae could do so however. This heartened Sorran, to know that the Sangheili at least placed the value of his life over that of a mongrel Brute's. Sorran then stared at the Jiralhanae. He was tall, with grey hair, and a large wave of white hair upon his head. Upon his back was strapped a stone hammer as tall as Sorran. The Brute looked as if he were about to disembowel Sorran at a moments notice.

"Tartarus; you know the Jiralhanae are not permitted to approach the inner circle of the council chamber." Truth chastised, but with no real anger in his voice. Indeed, Sorran may have been imagining things, but he could have sworn he saw the Prophet give a secretive nod to the Brute. "As it is, you may remain; such is the uniqueness of the situation."

So this was the Chieftain of the Brutes. Sorran thought, looking with speculation at Tartarus as he nodded, and took a seat next to a Sangheili Councillor, who looked appalled.

"Do you have anything to say in your defence, Sangheili?" Truth asked of Sorran, who was taken aback slightly. He hesitated before nodding.

"I do. I and the Stealth Operative Ahkrin were searching a human residency when we heard a crash at the door. Together, we raised our rifles in anticipation of a squad of humans, only to find it was a Brute named Hestaphus, who claimed to have been ordered by a the Chieftain of the Brutes to scour the nearby houses." at this Tartarus' expression showed surprise, as if he didn't remember giving such a command. The Council noticed it, and he quickly masked it with one of faked understanding.

"I remember giving such an order." the Chieftain of the Brutes called out, and Sorran glared at him. Liar! Still, Sorran had no way of proving otherwise, so he continued with his recount of the events.

"As it was, I invited the Brute to join us. After finding nothing of import in the downstairs area, we preceded upstairs. I and the Jiralhanae Hestaphus searched what I can assume to have been a bedroom, and I noticed a stirring behind a curtain. Wary, I approached said curtain, and drew it back, only to have a knife embed itself in my leg. The only factor which stayed my wrath was that I saw the assailant was but a small child. My honour would not allow me to kill such a helpless creature, and I ordered the Brute, as is my right as Sangheili, to leave the child alone."

Sorran took a deep breath, looking at Truth, who motioned him to go on wearily.

"However, Hestaphus seemed unable to comply with this order, and seized the child by the neck, despite my commands to leave him. From thereon, the Brute was guilty of committing insubordination, an act which, under sector nine of the Writ, is an execution-able offence. I merely carried out the law our forefathers imposed."

It was a nice, persuasive speech, which Zharn and Ahkrin had run by him many times as he had been taken to High Charity aboard a Phantom. Hopefully, it would hold. The clamour in the hall began once again, this time seemingly incessant. Truth grew wary and banged a mallet upon the podium he sat before.

"There will be order in this council!" the High Prophet cried angrily, and the crowd instantly fell silent, all eyes once again on Sorran.

[Edited on 10.12.2009 2:21 PM PDT]

  • 10.12.2009 9:08 AM PDT

"You are not the Arbiter, Sangheili. You have no right to decide who lives, and who dies in your forces. The matter should have been reported to one of a higher echelon, rather than take matters into your own--" Truth began to speak, and Sorran found to his horror that he couldn't help but interrupt.

"Had I opted to do so, the child would have already been dead, rendering my attempts at mercy moot." Sorran cut in, and Truth's eyes flashed dangerously.

"And what of it? The child was but a human, and Hestaphus was right to judge that it should be killed." Truth demanded, and for the first time Sorran felt himself falter. If the High Prophet of Truth himself deemed that the child should have been killed, surely the council would be likewise influenced.

Sorran looked around the hall once again. The councillor's faces were blank, as always. At the back of the hall, Sorran could make out the grim faces of Zharn and Ahkrin. Ahkrin had his hand upon the Ultra's shoulder consolingly. That hit Sorran hard; even his closest friends believed him doomed.

"Noble Prophet, it was a grave mistake, one I shall not emulate again, of this I assure--" Sorran began, before being shushed by a hand of Truth.

"Indeed, you shall not emulate it again. Whether through being pardoned and learning a lesson, or death; I do not know. However, know this: the Brutes are pressing hard on this trial. They would consider a pardon a personal offence. I advise the council to keep that in mind as they cast their votes." Truth spoke, and Sorran spluttered in shock. The High Prophet was influencing the decision of the council! Surely there was a law against that?

"We shall hold a brief respite whilst the council debilitate upon whether or not to have you executed. Enjoy these last moments of freedom Sangheili minor, they could well be your last. As always, I implore the council not the reveal their option to others." Truth told the assembled jury, who nodded. As one, a series of computer terminals appeared in front of each and every Councillor. Sorran could only assume that each had two options upon them; one to condemn Sorran, and one to have him spared.

Time trickled away as many councillors took their time, for the first time displaying emotion. Some looked down at Sorran with hate; others with compassion. Some seemed to be indifferent. Eventually, the last of the council had made their choice, and the terminals sunk back into the floor.

"Has the council made their choice, free of all and any pressure, with their free will?" Truth questioned, bringing up his own terminal. The council looked amongst each other uncertainly, before nodding. "I now have the results for this trial."

Sorran held his breath as Truth studied the screen before him. Sorran could not see what displayed upon it's holographic surface. To Sorran's surprise, Truth's eyebrows rose, before his expression settled into one of frustration. Just as quickly as it appeared however, it was vanished, replaced with a smug, almost sly smile. Truth cleared his throat.

"Sorran Mahaf'ee; the council of High Charity has decreed that you be put to death by separation of the head. Guards, take the Heretic to the dungeons, where he shall await his final hour." Truth declared, and the world turned to ice. Sorran couldn't breathe, his two hearts beating rapidly. Many of the councillors were looking slightly confused at the result. Two of the Honour Guard next to Sorran grimaced, and grabbed the condemned Sangheili by the wrists. Sorran shook them off.

"I can walk by myself." he said, marching away from the council, and Truth, with his smug face. How Sorran longed to end that bastard's life; he was no leader, he was a monster. The Honour Guards shrugged, and followed after Sorran, keeping their weapons raised in the event the newly branded Heretic attempted to escape.

"We're sorry for your plight...Sorran." one of the two Honour Guards told the Sangheili Minor, who scowled, saying nothing. Sorran turned to look at the council one last time, saw Tartarus sneering, wearing a look of satisfaction, and saw Zharn and Ahkrin staring with horror down at him.

Savara, his dear love, didn't even know of this trial, it had happened so fast. It was of no matter, he would be dead soon enough. Sorran but hoped that Zharn or Ahkrin would inform her of his fate.

Sorran wasn't ready to die; but it seemed he had no choice.

[Edited on 10.12.2009 2:39 PM PDT]

  • 10.12.2009 9:09 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eleven is available!) ~ 05/10

"The Internet is a hostile and unforgiving place. Avoiding a flame war is like trying to walk unscathed through a minefield with a blindfold on. Likely it isn't going to happen."

this is awesome I have all of storys you and others have made
I am at awe. You sir deserve a hug! *hug*

  • 10.12.2009 12:28 PM PDT
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I love mute.

I'm not new to the bungie community, i just transfer my profile information to this email.

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this is awesome I have all of storys you and others have made
I am at awe. You sir deserve a hug! *hug*

get in line

  • 10.12.2009 1:28 PM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

No! I'm sad now, They must save him.

  • 10.12.2009 4:04 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Nine is available!) ~ 30/09
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Great stuff man :D Hehe, he was naked. Well im out for the night, but il be sure to read more tomorow.

  • 10.12.2009 8:54 PM PDT