He had lost a daughter when she was Tarifa's age who had looked amazingly very much like her, without the elven ears of course."How closely did Isra t...ll you to watch me Diantar?" Tarifa asked with a small smile.Diantar matched her smile with a glint in his eyes. "He told me you were bull headed and as stubborn as a female Rektolian Jungle Cat. He said I would never be able to make you do something you didn't want to do. He also told me you are one of the most dedicated and fearless fighters he. . but the memory of the two dead bodies by his feet remained with him for much longer.Boyle, now spurred to greater measures of martial might, at last cornered one of the fleeing bandits and halted his mount with the spear pressed up tight against the man's throat."Shall I show him mercy?" Boyle yelled to Rowan, who did not answer but instead was abstractly considering the color of the red rain-washed pool of blood mixed with rain water at his feet. The flames slowly died out and his sword was. Located in the Cleveland National Forest, somewhere one of the endless amounts of mountain peaks hid something.It was still midday, but the sun was creeping towards two to three o clock in the afternoon. The sun was still shining that lit up the entire landscape with the occasional cloud cover. The Laguna Mountains were not that far from the Mexican border with it being about 30 to 40 miles from it. The highest point was the Cuyapaipe Mountain that stretched to an elevation of over 6,000 feet.. Her left hand moved over the heavy flesh, relishing the feel of her smooth, wet skin. She was about to do it again, but something made her stop. She put the water bottle back inside the refrigerator, and with a smile curling her full lips, she picked up a small carton of milk.When she opened the carton and let the milk drip over the prodigious contours of her body, a sensation of opulence overtook her. There was something luscious and obscene about the cool rivulets of white running over her.