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<blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1386789" data-attributes="member: 13442"><p><strong>Loviama: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)</strong></p><p></p><p>*Loviana, her sprits still soaring from Eloma’s skillfully pain filled touch the night before, finds herself pleased to see the skinrunner again but it’s not shown on her cruel but beautiful face. Her body tingles in excitement as she reflects upon Eloma but coolly she forces herself to read what could only be a message of extreme importance.*</p><p></p><p>*Loviana frowns not liking the challenges and issues that she would have to address and overcome in her quest to fool the noble and exalted followers of Heironeous. She was prepared to do what was asked of her but was wondering why such a young agent of Loviatar was needed and if that to risk her in this fight might be a foolish folly that Loviatar would severely punish someone for.*</p><p></p><p>*Her dark thoughts leave as she reads the last few lines and cold laughter fills the small chamber, <span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><em>So the noble Orshallan is human and male after all!</em> </span> *</p><p></p><p>*She mentally notes the description of Orshallan’s fallen love and kisses the skinrunner on the check, <span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">“I believe this will be your last visit to me for a very long time but with Loviatar’s guiding pain us we shall meet again.”</span>*</p><p></p><p>*She goes over to a locked box, quickly unlocking it and pulls out an object that looks like it was designed for the sanding of wood.* </p><p></p><p>She gives a dreamy and unfocused look as she continues, <span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">“Its okay my dear we shall have the pain from this night to bond us a sisters in pain forever.”</span></p><p></p><p>*She binds the obese skinrunner over the hard surface of the surprising stable desk. She digs her knee in the small of the skinrunner’s back and cranks her head back making the skinrunner moan and her eyes tear up even before she takes the tool the messages.*</p><p></p><p>*When Loviana finishes the skinrunner is crying upon the floor in a blood heap and Loviana looks on dispassionately the thought that she caused too much and unwanted pain never coming to her diseased mind. What did come to her mind were curses at her own foolishness for not removing her clothes before she started.*</p><p></p><p>*Later after the skinrunner was long ago dismissed Loviana sits in the bathtub of the secret chamber that connects to the deprived and filthy apartment where she had corrupted so many poor and unknowing souls. These chambers where clean and spotless except for the blood soaked bath water that Loviana now lounged in deep in thought. Her thoughts where to the future and to the game that she played with the unknowing Orshallan, <span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><em>What was it that made this Lydia so special? Surely it wasn’t her looks. Then again I only have once chance to make him notice me for the rest so appearance might mater in this case. Two things are certain though, one this Lydia was no where near as gorgeous as me and two Orshallan has no idea of what stalks him.</em></span> Loviana grins wickedly her body tingling with the thoughts of corrupting one so pure. She closes her eyes as her hand wandered and her mind entertained the thoughts of corruption.*</p><p></p><p>*Loviana had transverse the city in a near wandering pattern making sure no one was fallowing her. It would have been near imposable for anyone to keep up as she changed her appearance so many time that she herself had lost count. Now standing before the noble woman’s shop Loviana was dressed like so many of the other customers in a full-length purple dress that was current the color of choice that her violet eyes so uncannily matched at this point. Her hair was blonde, a color she truly hated, but if someone came back to look no one would suspect that this noble woman was anything other than a well to do noble.*</p><p></p><p>*Loviana walked into the temple of Heironeous half expecting a wall of force to prohibit someone of her faith from entering but Loviatar’s protection was their and she quietly entered heading for the priests who handled the volunteers for the local charities. She was dressed conservatively but poorly and with out any of the usually flair that she was more know for. Her transformation had been easy to do except for her hair which was died raven black. She had long ago gotten accustomed to the special attention her dark natural red hair had gotten her from the Sunites. Her lusty mind thought fondly of the many servants of Sune she had corrupted, <span style="color: DeepSkyBlue"><em>They always seem to be the best lovers.</em></span>*</p><p></p><p>*After finding a priest she passionately confessed her desire to help the poor and deprived and she was quickly asked if she knew of the Honor's Shield. She replied that she did and even stated with a huge smile that she lived close to it. She left the temple smiling as her volunteering at Honor's Shield was all but guaranteed as the priest seemed only interested in the chance of undressing her with more than just his eyes. Luckily for him Loviana was on a mission that she could not deny or risk but she mentally made a note of him and his appearance for a slow day with nothing better to do.*</p><p></p><p>*Loviana, or Larissa as she was calling herself now, had shown up early for her first day hopping to make a good first impression but so far the leader was a mean spirited old, and old before her time spinster that seemed to want to do nothing more than to make the beautiful new volunteer cry before the day was out.*</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brother Shatterstone, post: 1386789, member: 13442"] [b]Loviama: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)[/b] *Loviana, her sprits still soaring from Eloma’s skillfully pain filled touch the night before, finds herself pleased to see the skinrunner again but it’s not shown on her cruel but beautiful face. Her body tingles in excitement as she reflects upon Eloma but coolly she forces herself to read what could only be a message of extreme importance.* *Loviana frowns not liking the challenges and issues that she would have to address and overcome in her quest to fool the noble and exalted followers of Heironeous. She was prepared to do what was asked of her but was wondering why such a young agent of Loviatar was needed and if that to risk her in this fight might be a foolish folly that Loviatar would severely punish someone for.* *Her dark thoughts leave as she reads the last few lines and cold laughter fills the small chamber, [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue][I]So the noble Orshallan is human and male after all![/I] [/COLOR] * *She mentally notes the description of Orshallan’s fallen love and kisses the skinrunner on the check, [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]“I believe this will be your last visit to me for a very long time but with Loviatar’s guiding pain us we shall meet again.”[/COLOR]* *She goes over to a locked box, quickly unlocking it and pulls out an object that looks like it was designed for the sanding of wood.* She gives a dreamy and unfocused look as she continues, [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]“Its okay my dear we shall have the pain from this night to bond us a sisters in pain forever.”[/COLOR] *She binds the obese skinrunner over the hard surface of the surprising stable desk. She digs her knee in the small of the skinrunner’s back and cranks her head back making the skinrunner moan and her eyes tear up even before she takes the tool the messages.* *When Loviana finishes the skinrunner is crying upon the floor in a blood heap and Loviana looks on dispassionately the thought that she caused too much and unwanted pain never coming to her diseased mind. What did come to her mind were curses at her own foolishness for not removing her clothes before she started.* *Later after the skinrunner was long ago dismissed Loviana sits in the bathtub of the secret chamber that connects to the deprived and filthy apartment where she had corrupted so many poor and unknowing souls. These chambers where clean and spotless except for the blood soaked bath water that Loviana now lounged in deep in thought. Her thoughts where to the future and to the game that she played with the unknowing Orshallan, [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue][I]What was it that made this Lydia so special? Surely it wasn’t her looks. Then again I only have once chance to make him notice me for the rest so appearance might mater in this case. Two things are certain though, one this Lydia was no where near as gorgeous as me and two Orshallan has no idea of what stalks him.[/i][/COLOR] Loviana grins wickedly her body tingling with the thoughts of corrupting one so pure. She closes her eyes as her hand wandered and her mind entertained the thoughts of corruption.* *Loviana had transverse the city in a near wandering pattern making sure no one was fallowing her. It would have been near imposable for anyone to keep up as she changed her appearance so many time that she herself had lost count. Now standing before the noble woman’s shop Loviana was dressed like so many of the other customers in a full-length purple dress that was current the color of choice that her violet eyes so uncannily matched at this point. Her hair was blonde, a color she truly hated, but if someone came back to look no one would suspect that this noble woman was anything other than a well to do noble.* *Loviana walked into the temple of Heironeous half expecting a wall of force to prohibit someone of her faith from entering but Loviatar’s protection was their and she quietly entered heading for the priests who handled the volunteers for the local charities. She was dressed conservatively but poorly and with out any of the usually flair that she was more know for. Her transformation had been easy to do except for her hair which was died raven black. She had long ago gotten accustomed to the special attention her dark natural red hair had gotten her from the Sunites. Her lusty mind thought fondly of the many servants of Sune she had corrupted, [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue][I]They always seem to be the best lovers.[/I][/COLOR]* *After finding a priest she passionately confessed her desire to help the poor and deprived and she was quickly asked if she knew of the Honor's Shield. She replied that she did and even stated with a huge smile that she lived close to it. She left the temple smiling as her volunteering at Honor's Shield was all but guaranteed as the priest seemed only interested in the chance of undressing her with more than just his eyes. Luckily for him Loviana was on a mission that she could not deny or risk but she mentally made a note of him and his appearance for a slow day with nothing better to do.* *Loviana, or Larissa as she was calling herself now, had shown up early for her first day hopping to make a good first impression but so far the leader was a mean spirited old, and old before her time spinster that seemed to want to do nothing more than to make the beautiful new volunteer cry before the day was out.* [/QUOTE]
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