by Admin - I RULE Fri Mar 26 2010, 14:56
Querrain, ever being the man who knows no shame, got dressed in the middle of the (empty) sidewalk.
His end garb was a gray tee, jeans, boots and a jacket.
He stood a bit taller (even though he's an even six foot).
"Ah... By the 9th Circle, I HATE the name the damned demi-god made me take.."
He shuddered.
"Querrain.. Well, NO more. Regardless of the times, I still take claim of the name our father gave me."
He looked at Shax, then said quietly.
"I am Whuf."