Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-5583506-20150403005351

Rashka hadn't intended to end up in bed with the barmaid, but that was both a gift and a curse he had been born with. His days as a young cub had mostly consisted of peeking underneath the skirts of the local girls of his father's caravan to see if they were hiding anything interesting there. Little had he known that what he would find there was going to control his obsession of a warm embrace from the opposite gender for the rest of his life.

The beautiful Nord woman murmured something in her sleep as she rested her head against his furry chest. He tucked her hair to the side to get a full view of her face.

"Pretty", he purred.

But still just another face I will forget eventually...

He carefully slid his way out underneath her, trying his best not to wake her up. He enjoyed watching them sleep in their afterglow, it was one of the best things with the whole act, he thought. She shuddered from the lack of his body heat and wrapped the blankets around her.

He smiled watching her do so. This was his life the way it was supposed to be. He liked to consider himself as a ghost. He only existed for as long as they wished he was real. And when the act was over, he was nothing and continue along his path and they could continue along theirs.

He quickly redressed, pulling his pants up over his hips and re-strapping his armor and boots. He then leaned over the bed and gave the barmaid a farewell kiss on her cheek. She growled, slightly annoyed by his whiskers brushing her skin and dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

He shrugged and left her room. Where would he go now? His life had so many opportunities, yet he never seemed to catch those that truly mattered to him.

It's been a long time since this one met up with the old gnolls in Riften, he reflected. ''Perhaps there are some job opportunities there as well? And some pretty women?''