Name: Tirhana Sirdhanon
Gender: female
Age: 27
Species: human
Height: 5.6"
Weight: 128
Hair: red
Eyes: jade-green
Marital Status: single
Occupation: tavern wench
Background:
Tirhana was born on the coastland of where here parents owned a small piece of land. They were poor and with 8 siblings there was never enough for all of
them. Being 16 years old Tirhana left her homeland. She wanted to have more from her life than the small island was able to give her. Since then she'd
traveled many countries to eventually land on Tale Spinners Island.
Soon she discovered that her looks and her flirty personality made it easy for her to ensnare men and to earn the money she needed. Tirhana considers love a
waste of time, something that only leaves you vulnerable and definitely nothing for her. She loves her freedom and men are only interesting as long as they
have the money to pay for everything.
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firstrooster
08/20/08
and you are just twisted hana
but i love you still
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Samurai Kilaro
08/11/08
your body has no place to hide
as I undress you
There is no where I find
such beauty, such reach inside
the mood of me.
Where we fail is only
the times we are apart,
then the hunger never quiets.
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firstrooster
08/11/08
bam
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Samurai Kilaro
08/07/08
awaken in arms
and your long hair
I have felt you
now i long to touch
in the same breath.
There is beauty
where the flowers know
they are plain in her wake
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firstrooster
08/07/08
i have weaknesses to in case you hadn't noticed, i like pretty curvy things
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firstrooster
08/06/08
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Samurai Kilaro
08/06/08
with eyes that only see
where you go.
As the night grows
weary, I would soak into
your endless motion.
Savor this moment
for all we become has the
seasons uncertain.
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firstrooster
08/02/08
aladdin says, "rub it"Original comment »
Samurai Kilaro
07/30/08
I soak in your love,
feeling your light oiled hands
smooth into your touch
Miyo, you inspire
surreal dreams, and a want
for my moist lips
There is a song sung
while you walk, all the moves
create a melody
If dreaming becomes,
then only the dream of you
I want to wake to.
Samurai...thank you, sweet Miyo, you move without sound, creating an orchestral tribute of sighs, whispers and eyes seeing real beauty for the first time.
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Samurai Kilaro
07/23/08
The way you stir me
all I have to do
is watch and feel moist
within your scent
there is deeper amber and
orchid flesh opening
When I dedicate my songs
it is your voice that does
the singing. I merely write
As you near me, your
spark ignites a fever
of gathering into you.
With a heart beating your name....
Samurai
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