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thief of roses chapter -1
Date: 4/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com
the occasional hoot of an owl, masking the sounds of the stalker. All in all, an excellent environment for stalking prey. "I have been trailing this idiot for a week," he thought to himself. "At least my woods training did not go to waste, Father," thinking of home. "Perhaps after this mission I will go home and see him," he thought, but knowing he probably would not. Back to the work at hand: in truth he thought this particular assignment from the Guild Council was petty, even for them. There had been numerous small thefts from the merchant trains and the Merchant Guild had complained, and now here he was, tracking the thief. He was Aaron Blackmoon, Lord Inquisitor for the Guild Council of the High City Aithen. He was of medium height; a troubadour's build, but muscle underneath. An unimposing man, that is except for his eyes. The color of emeralds, specked with gold and slightly feline, devoid of emotion, the eyes of Death, staring back at you. White hair, not blonde, pulled back into a warrior's knot, a slight point of the ear and arch of the brow, giving him an almost Elvish look. Although he was not an Elf, at least he did not think so, truth be told his parentage and race were unknown. He had been found as an infant, by the woman who became his mother. He was a master of the sword, being a Warrior and a master of stealth and death, being both Thief and Assassin. That last two to the bane of his father. Truth be told, all three were an embarrassment. The House of ...