Dia Rivera
*He nestled down in the soft leather chair and watched as the spectators begin to fill the arena. The fighter were in their respective corners stretching to limber up their bulky muscles. As a group of females took the front row squealing in delight when the male would stalk to the center of the ring beating their chest and baring their fangs. The referee orders the males back to their sides and as they turned they catch the eyes of a female or two and a silent agreement to meet after the fights is made. Shifting, he spied several warriors from The Order perched on railing near an exit and relaxed when guards took their positions in the shadows. Lucan Thorne thinks he is such a clever fellow but his knowledge of the dark happening was only superficial. There is so much more going on than his old decrepit mind could imagine. Resting his head back he felt a soft touch on his shoulders, heard the steady slow beat of her heart. She wasn't afraid, she had done this before. Taking her hand he draws her scantly clothed body onto his lap, dinner, sex and the fights....*
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