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I don't know why

op za okt 21, 2017 9:57 pm



Violent delights have violent ends.

The Dirty Paws, the name wasn’t exactly subtle, but then again, there was not much subtlety to brothels to begin with. It had been Lady Freyja Skarsgård of Hillerød, of all people, whom had pointed him towards this particular place. It was surprising to say the least. Honestly, he’d taken her for a bit of a prude. Of course, she knew all the ins and outs of her own city, but Asher couldn’t help but wonder if she’d actually ever set foot in this place herself. He figured she probably didn’t. Not willingly, at least.

After the fair-skinned, red-haired, young woman had left his temporary quarters, he settled down on his bed and had one of the maids bring him a couple of ales. He got a fire going, chugged down his drinks and hit the town. As usual, most of his crew was roaming the unfamiliar city, testing out its various taverns and brothels. That’s where he heard the name again. The Dirty Paws. The location received nothing but praise, excluding various rumours about the owner. Asher figured he’d have a look later on, once he was done drinking himself halfway to death. Lately, he’d been a little hesitant visiting brothels everywhere he went. Mostly because he felt like he needed to be loyal to someone for once. Not so much regarding his wife. He’d fallen in lust, or love, whatever you wanted to call it, with a mere whore from Isla de Juegas. He couldn’t help it, really. She was beautiful. Dark-haired, dark-skinned. Intelligent, kind, down to earth and sensual. She was more than he deserved, which was why his thoughts went out to her every time he emptied the last of his drink.

The tavern started running empty and loneliness caught up to him a little too quickly. He excused himself to the remainder of his crew that was still drinking, going strong. Unfortunately, Lady Freyja had not informed him about the actual location of the Dirty Paws. Combined with his slight intoxication, it took him a while to actually get there. However, once he'd gotten there, he had no doubt in his mind that this was the right place. The brothel seemed more alive than the whole town of Hillerød combined. He opened the doors, was greeted by warmth, the smell of liquor and the sounds of euphoric people. It was like he stepped into a whole other world. His vision was rather faded, but he had no trouble making out the shapes of various men and women. Fair-haired women straddling strangers, laughter, drunken yelling. The overwhelming smell of women's perfume. It was almost like he was back home for a second.

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Re: I don't know why

op ma okt 23, 2017 1:35 am




The Dirty Paws. A place that stood here since the beginning of this city itself. Or at least, that was what he liked to think. The home for the men and woman of the night was his for 300 years in the most humbled case. It wasn’t always a brothel. He had many jobs in his undead lifetime, he started working on a boat like many young boys did. His father had wanted it, for him to get more muscles on his body and to become strong like his older brother. He simply said didn’t had it in him. Thinking back, he had spent more time in the sea then on the boat itself. His body wasn’t made for the heavy work of a Viking. He was tall and lean, his body muscled but more in a finer way. He could sure fight but he could never win with pure power alone. Fortunately, he was smart and very curious about the world around him. While his family didn’t see any use in this skill, it sure helped him in the time after his turning. He started to work more jobs and explored everything he could do. One of the few positives of this life. He worked in a guard job, in the army’s when he was forced to and in those times this place was only a home for him. He was born rich, so the size of this place was only natural for him to take. But then, when he got some rest in him, he learned to be a doctor. This place served as his office in the time. He would bring patients here and keep them safe. He of course had some breaks in between and made everything home like again. Around this time he even fixed up his basement in the way it was at the moment, a sanctuary for everything he cared about and collected in the years. He was known to be a big hoarder in certain stuff.. but oh well, no one but him got to see it. He kept everything safe there. He also had the addition of some cages, first to store humans for their blood. It was pretty easy to keep humans as livestock. They didn’t need much food or water and they constantly produced lovely blood for him to enjoy. But now he left them empty, as he became a classier and good mannered vampire for all. The rest of the house now had the revamp of being a brothel, a plan he still very much agreed on. The place was full and the business booming with happy costumers. He adored it.

He did many things in this place, made it everything he wanted and couldn’t find anywhere else. He wanted a brothel with his whores to be healthy and happy with their work, to give them a chance to leave this world if they pleased to do so and proven their worth. He would pay enough for them to give them that option. That was simply the man he was, he likes his underdogs, the reputation that made many come to him for the same deals. He knew good products made the costumers happy, so he made his girls and boys perfect as he could get. That was also a point, he had boys. As he didn’t judge between male or female himself he didn’t want to exclude either. Lastly he also had a side business as dealer in drugs, alcohol and everything else nice he could get his hands on. The same as now, while night had fallen the place looked more alive than ever. The warm flames gave a weird glow on people their faces while they sang, drank and enjoyed themselves. The bar seemed close to full but most grouped around the stages where beautiful people did their show. They danced and worked their pole, stripped their clothing off and teased the audience with their bodies. And Hati.. well, he could feel everyone their lust. He didn’t feel his own emotions, only exactly those of others. But when he was in a large group like this he could choose to either pick one person to focus on if they were close enough, or just the general emotions of a group. As he did the latter at the moment he could feel their lust and greed, their want. He liked this feeling, it filled his chest that was normally so empty. This put him in a good mood, so the raven haired man stood up from his lonely chair and walked more into the crowd, dancing on the music some bards made on stage. He worked his way through, held some people, kisses one and took a shot. The alcohol burned in his throat in an unpleasant way, he knew he could only accept blood in his mouth. This thought made him suddenly aware of all the blood around him, the people. It made his mouth water. He wouldn’t feed from anyone, but a man could dream of his meals. And talking about meals, the door opened and he knew from the start it was someone knew. His animal like, amber eyes found the sun tanned man and his curiosity became peaked. With rhythmic steps he came closer until he got himself close enough to talk. “Hello handsome, welcome to the Dirty Paws, the name is Hati” He came even closer and put one arm round the man his waist and the other leaned loosely on his shoulder. He kicked the door close with his leg. A charming smirk came along his face and it was clear that he was the most comfortable anyone could ever be. He didn’t doubt his actions or his intentions with the man in front of him. He was king of this hormonal world. “And I’m here to make sure you have the best night of your life” Amused by the things coming to mind he kissed the man by his neck. While the man may look older then him, Hati was certain he won in age. He wondered if the other knew about him, his species and that he owned this brothel. So many questions, so little time. “You look like quite the exotic fella, I wonder if you can teach me or my girls any tricks from your country” A warm chuckle came from him, guiding them to an empty seat so he gave the other at least the option to sit down or keep close. He wouldn’t mind either way, you could do a lot of good things sitting down.

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Re: I don't know why

op ma okt 23, 2017 11:39 pm



Violent delights have violent ends.

For a second, he forgot about everything. He forgot about his wife, about his daughter, who were so loyally waiting for him at the edge of the sea. He forgot about his crew, while some of them were probably in here with hem. For just a second, he even forgot about her, while all this time, he had considered such a thing to be impossible. He had full-heartedly believed she had laid some kind of curse on him. She occupied his mind, every thought, and when that was not enough, she visited him in his dreams. She was truly a plague, but an extraordinary one. One he wouldn’t want to let go of. But tonight, for some reason, she seemed so far away, so insignificant. As if the distance was truly pulling them apart.  

It was unlike anything he had dared to expect from a brothel in Hillerod. The Dirty Paws formed such a stark contrast against the grey, sober settlement. The brothel was full of life, of laughter and of music. Asher eyed the musicians for a bit, then his gaze steadily travelled towards a couple of dancing women, moving rhythmically to the unearthly sounds. A red-headed woman caught his eye for a bit. Her sleek, fiery locks trying to frame her face as best as they could, while she was moving around. He found himself thinking of Lady Freyja, wondering what she thought about these obscene things happening within her walls. She probably turned a blind eye, and it probably was for the better. In contrast to the brothels in Rhoynar, most of the people working here seemed to actually have a good time themselves. They were smiling, laughing, singing, purely intoxicated. He felt like his senses were getting overloaded from every side of the room. The music, the dim lights, the people laughing and singing, the scent of sweat and drugs. The sensation of body heat, friction. The incredible warmth of this place made him feel like his skin was on fire. Like he was running an incredible fever. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.

As soon as Asher had stepped in, a pair of amber eyes had flicked towards him. A stranger approached him, and if he’d been sober, he would’ve been bothered by the predatory expression on the man’s face. He greeted him, introduced himself as Hati. “Asher,” he mumbled in his gritty voice, in lieu of an introduction. An arm was placed around him and Asher stirred with renewed awareness. He wasn’t sober enough for this. He shouldn’t be here right now. Everything around him was happening faster than he could currently fathom. He licked his lips, an unusually nervous tic. Usually, he wouldn’t appreciate strangers laying a hand on him, but right now he didn’t seem to mind. His drunk brain managed to draw the conclusion that this man was the owner of the place. Hati proclaimed he was going to make sure he would have the best night of his life, but what ensued, Asher never really expected. He frowned, sucked in a sharp breath as he placed one of his hands on Hati’s chest with the intention of pushing him away. His muscles felt weak and his breath was coming awfully slow in his chest. God, he must’ve drunk more than he thought. “What the fuck are you doing?” he murmured, in a voice like gravel. He failed to sound all that intimidating. Asher’s eyes widened when he noticed an absence of a heartbeat underneath his palm. He had never met a supernatural being before and honestly, he would have wanted to keep it that way. More words cascaded from the brothel-owner’s lips, but mild shock had caught up with Asher and he couldn’t make out much of anything at the moment. Hati pulled him with him and Asher let himself drop in one of the seats, mostly because he felt like his legs were going to give in any time now. He looked up at Hati. He wanted, no, needed to know what was going on. “What the hell are you?” His brows furrowed in an expression of honest, drunk confusion. It was a fair question, really.

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Re: I don't know why

op do okt 26, 2017 8:46 am




Hati has always been a business man and he believed that the better the thing is your selling, the more people would want to buy it. And as he was known for selling people, he believed his people should look like something you would put your money into. He wanted the dirty man on the streets lust over his ladies when they walked past. He wanted them to crave them and somehow feel lesser then them, in their dirty attire and tired of a long trip to here. He knew that when people felt like that but still got the chance to touch his woman, to lead them away into a room and do what they craved for in exchange of just a small fee … yeah, he knew that then the people would return for that satisfaction. It’s addicting and Hati was a professional at using the addicting nature of his people and products against his buyers. Once you get used to this you don’t want second best, not for this price at least. He was more expensive the better of people you picked. The girls who learned this business since they were small and could name so many ways to make a man beg for more that you wondered how they haven’t ruled the city yet.

And so, walking into his brothel was another thing of its own. You walked in on laughter and singing, of the smell of hormones and booze, of sweat and blood. He liked to describe it as the smell of living. As only living in a way like this would be the right way. And for him? He couldn’t feel anything of his own. He would never truly laugh and sing the same way as these people did. He faked it and he did it good. He acted like he ruled the world and was happy doing so but he couldn’t be more wrong. He had this brothel for one reason alone and that was to fill himself up. The emotions of others were the only thing that could be felt for him, that would feel the empty void of his chest. And the stronger someone’s emotions were, the better he could feel them. Lust quickly turned his favourite emotions to get from people, to make him fill with. So well, surrounding yourself with horny men wasn’t a wrong way to do so.

When spotting someone not from this snowy world of theirs he quickly got interested. This was something new and possibly exciting. He was bored so damn easily and any chance of something new he would gladly take. The man he walked to was scruffy and tanned, looked like someone from the tropical parts of this world. His son lived in that area as well and he visited often. Hati quickly focused all of his attention to the emotions the other was feeling. He seems confused and… drunk. While drunk wasn’t an emotion it did make it harder to get his emotions. As he grew only closer to the other the man started to become difficult. Ah come on, play it nice. He chuckled warmly and looked with his fire like eyes into those of Asher. “Well my dear, you’re right about the fuck part. But I was planning to do you” He explained calmly and without being bothered much. It was logical for him, he was great in his job and he could pleasure someone better than anyone else. He could feel their emotions, tune his actions on that and he could even manipulate the emotions of others in a fun way. He would probably do that as well with the tourist here. But then he felt the other coming to realisation, simply the one of him being undead. As soon as they both sat down, he of course on the lap of the other, he chuckled. “That’s a rude thing to ask you know. But I’m many things. A whore, a brothel owner, very handsome, stripper, doctor even… but what you want to know… I’m a vampire” He looked casual saying this, as if talking about the weather. “And you are drunk. Explaining things to drunk people is a waste of time, you’d have forgotten in the morning anyways. Ask me then again if you want to know more” But then he simply looked into the emotions of the man and made him feel pure, raw lust. Come on honey, show him what the islanders do to their partners.

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Re: I don't know why

op zo okt 29, 2017 10:50 pm



Violent delights have violent ends.

Brothels were things that surpassed culture. They could be found anywhere, for anyone. He’d grown up not as well-off as he was now, and had seen his fair share of whorehouses in the shady parts of town. As time moved on, he’d travelled around, visited a broad variety of brothels situated in every big city in Fallen Skies. The buildings and the women in them all looked different, but the concept had remained roughly the same. People would do the nastiest things for you, in exchange for gold. It was a simple request. Frowned upon, even though most of the male population was a frequent visitor. Lowborn or highborn, at the end of the day, they all seemed to have the very same needs. Although he’d liked to think he was, Asher was no different. Sometimes, he’d frowned upon some of his crewmembers for drinking themselves into a stupor every single day and harassing every woman in every brothel in town. In due time, he’d found out he wasn’t all that different. It was so easy reaching for the bottle every time things got difficult. He’d started binge-drinking, sometimes on his own. It had gotten to the point that it was almost every single night. He found himself wandering off with unknown women, waking up to their crazed husband’s yelling. Things had gotten out of control and he was fully aware of it. The motivation to do something about it, however, couldn’t be found yet.

It had wrecked his marriage. He had loved Zypha dearly, once, until he didn’t. And she’d noticed. She tried to change for him. She closed her mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier. Abstained from food, let herself be drained until there was nothing left but an empty husk. She tried to make a home out of him. She’d tell him she loved him, wrapped her legs around him and asked him to pull her in. Her unfruitful efforts cascaded into a deep resentment. He started cheating on her, religiously, and he could feel that she knew. He came home in the middle of the night and lied to her. “What are you hiding?” she’d ask, as if she didn’t already know. The past and the present had merged to meet him here, into the very lair of a vampire.

Asher, like most people, wasn’t very fond of unsolicited touching. Something the owner of the brothel did not seem to care for at all. His drunkenness partially compensated for it, half the time he barely even noticed he was being touched at all. The guy chuckled and smiled like it was some kind of practical joke to him, invading the personal space of others. When Asher asked him what the hell was going on, the answer was potentially even more worrying. Honestly, he had to compliment this guy on how straightforward he was. Combined with the laid-back tone, everything seemed a little too surreal for him. “I suggest you have a change of plans, right?” he told the guy, greatly unamused. Before he could distance himself any further from the vampire, he was pulled towards one of the seats. As he sat down, he was quickly straddled by the other man. The irony wasn’t lost on him when Hati called his question rude. The younger-looking man explained he was many things, a vampire among others. Then, it was duly noted that Asher was indeed drunk, and explaining things to drunk people was a waste of time. A concept Asher was more than familiar with. For some reason, he found himself slightly scared to break eye contact with the guy on top of him. As if he'd do something unexpected, again. “Is it a company policy of yours to harass new clients?” he asked, rapidly running out of patience. To be honest, he quietly enjoyed the feeling of someone sitting in his lap, but he'd never admit it. All he wanted, was to get even drunker, have a go at any woman that remotely resembled his type and pass out somewhere.

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