Max's Return

[KUSHerZombie 222]

    Max lie motionless in a small cabin near a beach. There are waves crashing against the shore. It's a chilly winter morning. A cold drift runs through the open windows of the small cabin. Max is still as stone as he lay on a small cot. His shirt is removed and stitches are seen around some large wounds. His hair is messy and unkept, and his pants are ripped and scratched in multiple places. A young man is cooking something over a stove quite a ways away from Max when something happens.

   Max jolts up and takes a deep breath in. He looks around and observes the scenery. The man looks quite attractive he thinks to himself, but yet he can't quite recall who it is. He turns his head and notices Max's awakening. "Wow. Long time no see eh?" He says. "Yeah… Yeah I guess so." Max says quietly. "W-what happened?" Max says, regarding all of the stitches and ripped jeans and the like. "You were attacked by some hungry bears." The man says. "Bears?" Max raises his eyebrow. "I didn't think that the like of them were around here." He says. Waves crash against the shore at a steady pace. "Well, it wasn't here. It was in the woods quite a ways away. I was riding…." Max tuned out when he realized just how attractive that man was. 'Is it even legal to be that attractive?' He wondered to himself. "…And yeah, thats how you got here." "Huh." Max says, even though he didn't hear half of that. "So, who are you anyways?" The man asked. "I'm Max." He simply replied. "Well, I guess you should go if you'd like. I have some spare clothes if you need any." "Yeah. Yeah that'd be nice." Max says. "Ok. I'll show you to my wardrobe." He says.

   The boy shows him to his wardrobe. "Here. Just pick what you like, but please don't take my nice clothes." The wardrobe was quite large. This must be a guy who has a sense of style. The boy left the room. Max opened the door and to his delight were clothes just of his style. A small table had a comb on it and some other necessities. Max decides on a pastel blue see-throughish button up shirt and some black trousers. The boy had plenty of boots that comfortably fit Max's feet. He chose some lace up leather black boots. Max then takes the wooden comb off of the small table and begins to comb his hair up. He looks at his reflection in an average mirror with some blemishes and rust. He decides to put his hair up in a different way. Now, it was formed in a quiff-like hair style that was quite messy and wouldn't quite cooperate but he didn't care. Max walked out of the room to the smell of stew. A medium sized wooden table had two clay bowls with a wooden soup spoon in each bowl. The boy sat in one of the chairs and he invited Maxwell over to sit with him. "So, who are you anyways?" "I'm Alexandre Bennett. But you can call me Alex." "Nice to meet you Alex." Max says, taking a sip of his stew.----- ((I am returning. Prepare yourselves. >:) see you soon.))

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(( Welcome back! ))

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Mithras Sylvari blinks, vaguely remembering hearing this name associated with the 'Kingdom of Telemar'. He sighs, before thinking nothing more of it. 

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