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<blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1208889" data-attributes="member: 118"><p><strong>Lord Torr Stormbringer; human weretiger/rogue/fighter</strong></p><p></p><p>*As was his daily routine, Torr woke when rays of the late afternoon sun finally fell upon his face. He pulled the chain beside his bed, signaling to Rosalyn downstairs that he was ready to be brought breakfast. Groggy from sleep but suffering little from hangover, he slipped from out from under the sheets and stretched his arms and back cat-like.*</p><p></p><p>*Torr slipped on his hose and then threw open the doors to the balcony overlooking a small but well-tended flower garden that several houses on this block shared. The sounds of Andeluvay commerce were distant in spite of his rental house's location near the heart of the city. He liked the house, though it paled next to some of the estates he had visited. Torr had started renting the small, well-furnished house six months ago when he had arrived in the city and for the moment it suited his purposes.*</p><p></p><p>*Those purposes lately had included indulging his decadent lifestyle by performing a number of select jobs for this "Black Butterfly" and sating Stormrider's appetite for powerful emotions. So far, the move to the capitol had proven fruitful.*</p><p></p><p>*Working for this Black Butterfly had become a simple and even enjoyable proposition. An intermediary agent, always a different person, would drop a note off once a month or so and request that he deal with a specific person in a specific way. Generally, it involved stalking and terrifying some poor schmuck. Twice, it had gone as far as murder. The intermediaries assured Torr that these cases had been cleared ahead of time with Assassin's Guild. Torr was arrogant enough to feel it didn't matter. The jobs almost always generated enough emotional juice that Stormrider would be satisfied for days, and that just made the generous pay gravy on the roast.* </p><p></p><p>*Rosalyn, an attractive young lass who'd been tending his house for two months now, arrived on the balcony with a platter laden with ham, bread, cheese, and wine. She smiled and bowed her head deferentially as she set the food on the small table where he usually took his first meal.*</p><p></p><p>"Good afternoon, milord," she said. "Is there anything else you might need?"</p><p></p><p>*Torr's stomach grumbled eagerly at the smell of the honey-glazed ham and he was about to dismiss the servant. His eyes met Rosalyn's, deep blue and full of innocence. From there, they slid down to her low-cut blouse. She blushed and looked at the floor.*</p><p></p><p><span style="color: plum"><em>Yes, </em></span> Stormrider spoke up. <span style="color: plum"><em>Yes, there is something else you need from her. I am hungry.</em></span></p><p></p><p>*Torr briefly considered telling the symbiont to shove off, but he thought better of it. Stormrider, able to read his thoughts and emotions better than Torr himself could, chuckled in its own sort of way at his errant and rebellious impulse.*</p><p></p><p>"Yes," Torr said to Rosalyn with a charming smile. "I will be needing something else from you." </p><p></p><p>*He led the petite woman back into his room and to the bed. Stormrider fed upon the mixed emotional energy of the moment - passion, fear, lust, shame.*</p><p></p><p><span style="color: plum"><em>Complex emotions for such a simple girl, </em></span> Stormrider whispered to Torr. <span style="color: plum"><em>Too young to know if she should be ashamed or excited. A delectable palate of emotions, to be sure, but not strong enough to be truly satisfying. I will need better fare this evening.</em></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rybaer, post: 1208889, member: 118"] [b]Lord Torr Stormbringer; human weretiger/rogue/fighter[/b] *As was his daily routine, Torr woke when rays of the late afternoon sun finally fell upon his face. He pulled the chain beside his bed, signaling to Rosalyn downstairs that he was ready to be brought breakfast. Groggy from sleep but suffering little from hangover, he slipped from out from under the sheets and stretched his arms and back cat-like.* *Torr slipped on his hose and then threw open the doors to the balcony overlooking a small but well-tended flower garden that several houses on this block shared. The sounds of Andeluvay commerce were distant in spite of his rental house's location near the heart of the city. He liked the house, though it paled next to some of the estates he had visited. Torr had started renting the small, well-furnished house six months ago when he had arrived in the city and for the moment it suited his purposes.* *Those purposes lately had included indulging his decadent lifestyle by performing a number of select jobs for this "Black Butterfly" and sating Stormrider's appetite for powerful emotions. So far, the move to the capitol had proven fruitful.* *Working for this Black Butterfly had become a simple and even enjoyable proposition. An intermediary agent, always a different person, would drop a note off once a month or so and request that he deal with a specific person in a specific way. Generally, it involved stalking and terrifying some poor schmuck. Twice, it had gone as far as murder. The intermediaries assured Torr that these cases had been cleared ahead of time with Assassin's Guild. Torr was arrogant enough to feel it didn't matter. The jobs almost always generated enough emotional juice that Stormrider would be satisfied for days, and that just made the generous pay gravy on the roast.* *Rosalyn, an attractive young lass who'd been tending his house for two months now, arrived on the balcony with a platter laden with ham, bread, cheese, and wine. She smiled and bowed her head deferentially as she set the food on the small table where he usually took his first meal.* "Good afternoon, milord," she said. "Is there anything else you might need?" *Torr's stomach grumbled eagerly at the smell of the honey-glazed ham and he was about to dismiss the servant. His eyes met Rosalyn's, deep blue and full of innocence. From there, they slid down to her low-cut blouse. She blushed and looked at the floor.* [COLOR=plum][I]Yes, [/I][/COLOR] Stormrider spoke up. [COLOR=plum][I]Yes, there is something else you need from her. I am hungry.[/I][/COLOR] *Torr briefly considered telling the symbiont to shove off, but he thought better of it. Stormrider, able to read his thoughts and emotions better than Torr himself could, chuckled in its own sort of way at his errant and rebellious impulse.* "Yes," Torr said to Rosalyn with a charming smile. "I will be needing something else from you." *He led the petite woman back into his room and to the bed. Stormrider fed upon the mixed emotional energy of the moment - passion, fear, lust, shame.* [COLOR=plum][i]Complex emotions for such a simple girl, [/I][/COLOR] Stormrider whispered to Torr. [COLOR=plum][i]Too young to know if she should be ashamed or excited. A delectable palate of emotions, to be sure, but not strong enough to be truly satisfying. I will need better fare this evening.[/i][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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