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<blockquote data-quote="Rybaer" data-source="post: 1212581" data-attributes="member: 118"><p><strong>Lord Torr Stormbringer; human weretiger/rogue/fighter</strong></p><p></p><p>*Torr tossed the letter into the kitchen hearth fire. While cocky, he wasn't foolish. No sense in leaving any possible evidence behind.*</p><p></p><p>*Torr directed Rosalyn to prepare him a warm bath and to ready his best "casual evening" attire. As he soaked, he let his mind wander...imagining what manner of work this newest job would entail. The last few, while gratifying, had been beneath his abilities. Perhaps this Butterfly chap would have noted this by now and pushed a more rewarding task his way.*</p><p></p><p>*Rosalyn toweled Torr dry. It was a stretch for the girl to reach his neck and head, so much taller than her he stood. She annoited his well-muscled body with lightly scented oil, an exotic and expensive import from some distant land, and then helped him dress.*</p><p></p><p>*When the servant was finished, Torr felt fresh and ready to be seen on the street. He bent over and planted a gentle kiss on Rosalyn's lips, another on her cheek, and then gently nibbled the lobe of her ear.*</p><p></p><p>"Thank you, my beauty," Torr said smoothly. "Try not to work too hard tonight."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Plum"><em>She is coming along nicely</em></span>, Stormrider said in the back of his mind. <span style="color: Plum"><em>Another couple months, perhaps.</em></span></p><p></p><p>*Torr left the house, tucking his ornamental dagger into his belt. Stormrider, he knew, was referring to Rosalyn as being the next Godsfeast...as the symbiont liked to call it. Many times over the last few years, Stormrider had directed Torr to manipulate a girl to the point of complete infatuation. Then, when she was most vulnerable and attached to the faux lord, Stormrider would demand to feast. This generally entailed Torr bedding the girl after an indulgent night, and then turning into the Beast. The sheer intensity of terror and betrayal was an emotional feast fit for the gods, or so Stormrider claimed.*</p><p></p><p>*The Godsfeast always ended in death. Torr occasionally lamented the loss of an affectionate young woman, but rarely for long. Typically, the woman was born beneath him. More importantly, his allegiance to Stormrider always came first. To spurn Stormrider was to risk losing the symbiont, and that was something Torr could not allow to have happen. Many years removed, he could still recall perfectly the empty husk of the talented whore Synflower on the morning after the symbiont had left her for him.*</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Plum"><em>That's right, </em></span> Stormrider said. <span style="color: Plum"><em>You owe everything to me. You've been such a good ride, though. I trust our relationship will continue for some time.</em></span></p><p></p><p>*Torr arrived at the King's Head tavern at the tail end of dusk. Noise and light already spilled out into the street, though it would intensify for some hours before beginning to quiet again. <em>King's Head</em>, Torr thought. <em> I wonder which King's head this was named for...and how it came to be known independently of that King's body.</em>*</p><p></p><p>*Torr pushed the door open and let the wave of sounds and smells wash over him before purposefully walking in. Not immediately seeing his contact, he sauntered off to a corner table and invited himself into a game of dice. The rabble were eager to let in the apparent young noble with his deep purse and mediocre luck. Torr merely played and drank to pass the time until Hasord arrived.*</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rybaer, post: 1212581, member: 118"] [b]Lord Torr Stormbringer; human weretiger/rogue/fighter[/b] *Torr tossed the letter into the kitchen hearth fire. While cocky, he wasn't foolish. No sense in leaving any possible evidence behind.* *Torr directed Rosalyn to prepare him a warm bath and to ready his best "casual evening" attire. As he soaked, he let his mind wander...imagining what manner of work this newest job would entail. The last few, while gratifying, had been beneath his abilities. Perhaps this Butterfly chap would have noted this by now and pushed a more rewarding task his way.* *Rosalyn toweled Torr dry. It was a stretch for the girl to reach his neck and head, so much taller than her he stood. She annoited his well-muscled body with lightly scented oil, an exotic and expensive import from some distant land, and then helped him dress.* *When the servant was finished, Torr felt fresh and ready to be seen on the street. He bent over and planted a gentle kiss on Rosalyn's lips, another on her cheek, and then gently nibbled the lobe of her ear.* "Thank you, my beauty," Torr said smoothly. "Try not to work too hard tonight." [COLOR=Plum][I]She is coming along nicely[/I][/COLOR], Stormrider said in the back of his mind. [COLOR=Plum][I]Another couple months, perhaps.[/I][/COLOR] *Torr left the house, tucking his ornamental dagger into his belt. Stormrider, he knew, was referring to Rosalyn as being the next Godsfeast...as the symbiont liked to call it. Many times over the last few years, Stormrider had directed Torr to manipulate a girl to the point of complete infatuation. Then, when she was most vulnerable and attached to the faux lord, Stormrider would demand to feast. This generally entailed Torr bedding the girl after an indulgent night, and then turning into the Beast. The sheer intensity of terror and betrayal was an emotional feast fit for the gods, or so Stormrider claimed.* *The Godsfeast always ended in death. Torr occasionally lamented the loss of an affectionate young woman, but rarely for long. Typically, the woman was born beneath him. More importantly, his allegiance to Stormrider always came first. To spurn Stormrider was to risk losing the symbiont, and that was something Torr could not allow to have happen. Many years removed, he could still recall perfectly the empty husk of the talented whore Synflower on the morning after the symbiont had left her for him.* [COLOR=Plum][I]That's right, [/I][/COLOR] Stormrider said. [COLOR=Plum][I]You owe everything to me. You've been such a good ride, though. I trust our relationship will continue for some time.[/I][/COLOR] *Torr arrived at the King's Head tavern at the tail end of dusk. Noise and light already spilled out into the street, though it would intensify for some hours before beginning to quiet again. [I]King's Head[/I], Torr thought. [I] I wonder which King's head this was named for...and how it came to be known independently of that King's body.[/I]* *Torr pushed the door open and let the wave of sounds and smells wash over him before purposefully walking in. Not immediately seeing his contact, he sauntered off to a corner table and invited himself into a game of dice. The rabble were eager to let in the apparent young noble with his deep purse and mediocre luck. Torr merely played and drank to pass the time until Hasord arrived.* [/QUOTE]
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