Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-3993996-20140620210349

(Dog of War) I looked at the sultry whore, my face grim. She was like me-rejected from the clergy for her appearance. Unlike me, it was because of her beauty, not deformities.

"I have tried many times, and it will one day twist back into shape." I replied. "Alas, for that is my curse." I felt my back, and savoured the erect spine. "But for now it will stay like this. I shall make the most of it."

I barely glanced at her as I rode forward. She would never understand what had happened to me. No one would. That's the trouble with consorting with mages-you end up all the worse for it. My parents, and by extension myself, had learnt that. I looked over so her face, passive, and then caught the eye of the human, Sol. His expression was one of contempt and disgust. I figured the pendant in my pocket.

Just a little longer I thought.