Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150823230826/@comment-25127382-20150914160334

(It's not my fault, but bad parenting! When I was young, my father hired a lady of the night, who stabbed and robbed him in the middle of their 'session'. Ever since then, I always violated and murdered my servants out of pure distrust. Must have been a pain for my family, now that I think about it. Having to cover up what happened to all those young sexy village girls turned maids... I do so miss them...)

It was the middle of the night, and Emilia and 'Whisper' had rested within the open-carved stomach of a saber cat. It smelled terrible, but kept them warm in the frozen wasteland of Winterhold, as sleeping in a warm inn was no way for a true hunter to rest. Suddenly, a message awoke her from her half-sleeping state. "Emilia, we have a problem to the west. Stop hunting the native wildlife for fun and get your expensive ass over there!"

"The hunter's fang are never sated when it comes to helpless prey. Whatever it is, I'm sure Lavie can deal with it. She's a natural born killer." She replied as she deactivated her communicator and went back to sleep. She could always move out in the morning, if things turned sour for the squad captain. I'm just going to arrive to a field of fallen soldiers anyway, with no prey left for the mighty wolf.

(The only reason I wrote that was to show how much Emilia, as a character, had faith in her leader. I promise it wasn't to boost my own ego.. much.)

(Now let's get back to the torture chambers, shall we?)