[center][h1][color=035C02][b]Takin Bent[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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Takin followed the group down the hall and into the throne room, turkey leg in hand as he took a bite. He really did not feel like being here, but the lightness of his purse paired with the rare invite from the Queen piqued his interest. The rhythmic tapping of his sword on the fine marble mingling with the light chatter and equipment of the others. He craned his neck as he entered the throne room, his mild interest quickly succumbing to the fact that he just really didn't care. None of the pomp or flare impressed him, bottom line in his mind was that something needed to be killed and he knew he could do it. A queen is no different than a farmer when their land is threatened, queens just pay better.

Looking over at the hulking figure that had been complaining about food, about to offer some turkey before he made the comment about the ox, Takin could not still his tongue, [color=035C02]"Lift an ox? Is that the only way a giant like you can get your cock wet or something?" [/color] He took another bite of the turkey leg before succumbing and offering it to the hungry man, [color=035C02]"You're gonna owe me one of those if you survive this, Tiny" [/color]

Freed of his meaty burden, Takin reached his arms above his head, stretching his joints and clearing his head. Upon relaxing, the words of the blonde woman catch his ear, [color=035C02]"Vampires you say? I think throwing this big lug might provide a better distraction if that's what we're going to be dealing with. Do you already know what this is about or something? [/color]