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Griemahl
Legacy Name: Griemahl
The
Galactic VelosotorOwner:
famineAge: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks
Born: November 30th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: January 29th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 18
- Strength: 46
- Defense: 41
- Speed: 40
- Health: 40
- HP: 40/40
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
After a second or two of pondering, he decided his day had started out well. Of course, as a rich individual he had the luxury of waking up, eating something or another that was made by some servant of his, and was able to use the internet to look for a 'full body massage specialist'. He had been thrilled when he had found one in the area and when she was more than glad to meet him on such a short notice. She just asked that they go to some lower scale place where no one would ask any questions. Apparently the thought of a large house had startled her.
Of course, sitting there, he realized that it wasn't the large house. It was the fact that she had apparently known about the servants. That she knew how to get in and out of his house once the alarm went off and didn't think it was worth the trouble. And now he was sitting in some shady hotel where no one knew his name. With an amazing looking woman pointing a gun at his head. Somehow, the gun did something to her. She was nice enough without it, but the gun seemed to complete her feral, wild beauty. The wild auburn hair that was curly or wavy, but honestly he didn't care. The dark eyes, which seemed to have come golden tint in them, that held a rather sadistic pleasure in them.
He wasn't worried about the gun or this woman. Actually, normally he would have been less than worried. He knew that eventually someone was going to want him out of the picture. He knew that it was eventually coming.
The only thing that made this situation a lot more scary for him was that he was butt naked. In front of a woman whom he had contacted to have sex with. While she was holding a gun to his head. And instead of doing the logical thing and begging for his life, he was looking down her shirt, seeing as she had to bend down a bit, due to him being seated. She probably also wanted to gloat over her seduction act. Or what she thought was a seduction act, seeing as he was more than willing.
"So, I assume you aren't acting on your own plans. Or at least I'm guessing," he commented, rather lightly given the situation. Maybe talking would lengthen his life. Or she might even like him and let him free. That was something to hope for.
She only tilted her head slightly, letting some of her hair fall into her face. "How do you figure that? I am being paid for my time, bullets, and the inconvenience of them wanting to talk to me. But how do you know that they gave me any information about you other than your name?"
That was surprising. This woman had the patience to spend days and days looking up everything about him to find a perfect way to strike? He knew he barely had the patience to look for half an hour for a whore. A little more respect for the sexy woman with a gun.
Of course, sitting there, he realized that it wasn't the large house. It was the fact that she had apparently known about the servants. That she knew how to get in and out of his house once the alarm went off and didn't think it was worth the trouble. And now he was sitting in some shady hotel where no one knew his name. With an amazing looking woman pointing a gun at his head. Somehow, the gun did something to her. She was nice enough without it, but the gun seemed to complete her feral, wild beauty. The wild auburn hair that was curly or wavy, but honestly he didn't care. The dark eyes, which seemed to have come golden tint in them, that held a rather sadistic pleasure in them.
He wasn't worried about the gun or this woman. Actually, normally he would have been less than worried. He knew that eventually someone was going to want him out of the picture. He knew that it was eventually coming.
The only thing that made this situation a lot more scary for him was that he was butt naked. In front of a woman whom he had contacted to have sex with. While she was holding a gun to his head. And instead of doing the logical thing and begging for his life, he was looking down her shirt, seeing as she had to bend down a bit, due to him being seated. She probably also wanted to gloat over her seduction act. Or what she thought was a seduction act, seeing as he was more than willing.
"So, I assume you aren't acting on your own plans. Or at least I'm guessing," he commented, rather lightly given the situation. Maybe talking would lengthen his life. Or she might even like him and let him free. That was something to hope for.
She only tilted her head slightly, letting some of her hair fall into her face. "How do you figure that? I am being paid for my time, bullets, and the inconvenience of them wanting to talk to me. But how do you know that they gave me any information about you other than your name?"
That was surprising. This woman had the patience to spend days and days looking up everything about him to find a perfect way to strike? He knew he barely had the patience to look for half an hour for a whore. A little more respect for the sexy woman with a gun.