Thread: Traniers up's and down's

It took Serena a bit to explain why Lox had so many weapons, body armor, and even normal clothing turned into deadly weapons as she listened to the sweet little kittens traits and abilities. Lox.... has had something of a rough life. None of us really know where exactly he came from or how he came about founding the organization but a few things are very clear to us. First are a number of tenates that must be obeyed to the letter, as well as a set standard in physical ability and leadership within the society. Next comes the dealings the society does, and though we don't handle things like slavery, weapons, or drugs, we sell medical and surgical aide at the regular pricing. The only difference is we turn the other way in how or why certain people seek our ability. But the last is the command structure is centered around the rams, and though Lox can be considered one he is the first to hold the title of founder and the last. Every ram has to draw a measure of blood from him to earn their horns, and as you saw earlier Lox isn't easy to harm. The weapons.... well, even though we are expected to know how to use a type of pistol in one hand and a blade in the other, I'd have to guess he's so proficient in so many because he's a lamb. She grew silent as she cast her gaze at the imposing and so very out of place steel shutter that housed hundreds of various firearms as well as other things made by Lox's own hands and shrugged gently. He has power, but not in the sense in command but more in the way of advising so he doesn't have to worry about people taking him down for that reason though taking a shot in the dark it may be that people want to own him for personal reasons. Serena sighed as she flopped back on the bed and even growled a bit as the scent of Lox dominated the bed along with much of the room. If he had single thought of openly finding a mate, there would be blood shed over who has the right to the founder of the black lambs, and even if he chose one such mate, it would alienate every single female who's every made a contract with him and keeps regular contact with the society for business. On the one hand, he can charm and make deals impossible for others but then again he's cursed to being utterly alone if he wants to keep the peace among the many different societies, mafia, and overlords or ladies who eye him the same way nearly everyone else does. Serena looked at the kitten in a very sly manner with a mischievous grin on her face as she once more appraised the kitten's body and the naturally beautiful curves she possessed. Knowing that little kitten, is it really all that hard to believe that after perpetual solitude he might just want to purchase a slave to keep him company? I was a rabid orphan when he found me, and tried my damnest to subdue him and make him my own but after having my ass handed to me he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Smiling she sat up as Lox exited the bathroom clad in a pair of black silk boxers that were decorated with tiny chili peppers all over them. Remember kitten, there are only eight rams right now. So do the math with all the people you saw today alone and all the ones around the world doing business and figure just how much respect Mr. Sheepy commands in the society. That's why half the people who fight or sneer or slight him either die or come close to it. Lamb or not I'd be careful...... Lox hrmphed and Serena smiled innocently as she slipped away and left the kitten to think, exiting quietly through the heavy doors before Lox headed over to the dresser to rummage for more comfortable clothing. I truly hope she didn't pollute your mind too badly with you only being here for less than an hour. But after I change I'd like to spend some time in the gardens.