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Review Of The Book ' Strange '

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Strange. Omari followed the curves of the older man’s back as he helped him with his armor, scared and torn from years of abuse, not too far from his own. He put as much warmth into his voice as he could as he traced the notches of the man’s shoulders, attempting to find even the smallest bit of comfort in the tension. Daksha turned his eye to him quickly, his greying hair brushing against Omari’s face in the motion. The Ashari pulled his hands back quickly, a string of apologies rushing from his lips. “Are you okay?” He asked finally, not able to pull himself away from the snarl of the shifter’s life. Daksha shook his head and looked at his hands, stiffening them into nervous balls as Omari worked at the rest of his armor. “Yeah, uh, why wouldn’t I be?” He cracked is neck as the heavy plate was lifted from him. He swiveled around on the bed to look at Libra’s paladin, eyes wide and nervous, following his body. “It’s nothing.” He finally huffed, snapping his eyes back onto the man, shaking his loose dreads from their tie. He stood up and whispered, the draconic strange on Daksha’s ears, especially coming from the mouth of a human. He watched as the white scaling of the armor released from the man, falling into his waiting arms. Daksha stiffened, had the build of him always been this appealing? Omari groaned, notching his armor behind his shoulder and giving the man a passive wave before turning to leave. “Wait!” Daksha felt his cheeks light up as the larger paladin

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