(Disclaimer: This thread is dark and violent. You will find themes revolving around crime, murder, drug use, and sex. Some will be disturbing.)
Rork Jin removed his coat and gray derby and hung them accordingly on the rack near the dwelling door. It had been so long since he had indulged himself that he wondered for a half-second if his particular skillset would be rusty.
The afternoon was bright and a soothing breeze floated through the streets of RhyDin. It was rare that he chose to trespass during any other time besides afternoon so he figured why break tradition? He hadn't been in the city long but was sure that he'd have no problems carrying out his sinful desires.
He rummaged through the quaint cottage deftly. Each item he moved was replaced exactly as he had found it, though to his dismay, there was nothing of particular interest to him. Rork wasn't after some shiny bauble or gold-laden trinket. It was the most personal, inconspicuous items that caught his fancy.
"Apparently you don't keep much from your life, do you?" he asked the corpse that sat in a chair near the center of the common room.
His icy blue eyes slid to what he assumed was the owner of the residence. He doubted that he would have slipped in only to encounter another intruder had beat him to the spoils.
Blood still oozed from the slice across the woman's neck. Her wrists were raw where she had struggled against the bonds tying her to the chair. She was a lovely creature and had he been a more wholesome man, Rork may have came to court her. But he was what he was.
Then he spied what he was looking for. It was a tiny hairclip, carved from stone with a tiny bow etched on the surface. He plucked it from her hair with his slender digits and brought it close to his face to study.
"Yesssss," he hissed, closing his eyes and inhaling the waif of fragrance that still touched the hairclip.
He stowed the item in the inner breast pocket of his suit the nabbed his jacket and hat. He tipped the gray derby to his hostess and smiled.
"Thank you," he said with an elegant, deep bow, sweeping his arm widely in respect. "I bid you good day."
And with that, Rork Jin disappeared into the afternoon.
Rork Jin removed his coat and gray derby and hung them accordingly on the rack near the dwelling door. It had been so long since he had indulged himself that he wondered for a half-second if his particular skillset would be rusty.
The afternoon was bright and a soothing breeze floated through the streets of RhyDin. It was rare that he chose to trespass during any other time besides afternoon so he figured why break tradition? He hadn't been in the city long but was sure that he'd have no problems carrying out his sinful desires.
He rummaged through the quaint cottage deftly. Each item he moved was replaced exactly as he had found it, though to his dismay, there was nothing of particular interest to him. Rork wasn't after some shiny bauble or gold-laden trinket. It was the most personal, inconspicuous items that caught his fancy.
"Apparently you don't keep much from your life, do you?" he asked the corpse that sat in a chair near the center of the common room.
His icy blue eyes slid to what he assumed was the owner of the residence. He doubted that he would have slipped in only to encounter another intruder had beat him to the spoils.
Blood still oozed from the slice across the woman's neck. Her wrists were raw where she had struggled against the bonds tying her to the chair. She was a lovely creature and had he been a more wholesome man, Rork may have came to court her. But he was what he was.
Then he spied what he was looking for. It was a tiny hairclip, carved from stone with a tiny bow etched on the surface. He plucked it from her hair with his slender digits and brought it close to his face to study.
"Yesssss," he hissed, closing his eyes and inhaling the waif of fragrance that still touched the hairclip.
He stowed the item in the inner breast pocket of his suit the nabbed his jacket and hat. He tipped the gray derby to his hostess and smiled.
"Thank you," he said with an elegant, deep bow, sweeping his arm widely in respect. "I bid you good day."
And with that, Rork Jin disappeared into the afternoon.