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The tiger

He destroyed his cage

Yes

YES

The tiger is out

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"I don't know a single sane woman who isn't an absolute slut for outstanding jewelry just in her taste. I'm certainly no better!"

Stefano Canturi necklace

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♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake

Shopping. The Madam, while a glutton for booze and a good lay, has a real genuine obsession with fashion. She is a woman who believes wholeheartedly in layering the ideal outfit for various situations or events and often plays to her strengths in that regard. From her accessories to her heels, to the amount of makeup she wears to how she styles her hair Susan takes her wardrobe seriously; She keeps the seasons trends in mind on top of putting her own flair to things -- Cleavage. Her flair, usually, is cleavage.

She's usually found browsing stores for pieces to add to her never ending ensemble, always looking for the new way to be dripping with beauty.

Thanks again, @dinthoqaf!

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your name is on my lips like a prayer

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♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake

Keisong, a particularly perky and perfectly gracious draenei, had found herself in discussion with a patron, one with such vested interest in the mother of sin herself. It had been a recurring trend, in Keisong's experience, this unwitting interest and wonderment people had for what Kei knew to be a brash but brilliant young lady; And she, one eager to sate the curiosity of those marveling the unknowing and unreachable Madam, would indulge those questions with honest answers. Answers they would never get out of the Madam herself, not being the most willing subject to chit chat.

With great consideration she would answer fully, "Perhaps it's among the more calm and collected activities of the Madam's interests, but she has confided into me that her time as a business owner showed her just how much she adores the art of penmanship. In her spare time, and with her earned coined, she invests in creating decorative letters or even hand designing the flyers for events hosted by the Brothel."

"She has quite the collection of ink pots, all sorts of necessary color theory sets or other rare inks, with varying sized and medium-requirement pens and interchangeable pen heads to mix with her endless beautiful feather plume handles. She has collected, in her near ten years as owner of the Sisters, stacks of different styles and textures of papers, some even scrolled, of all varying shades. There are numbers of graphite pencils stored in a collection cup and tracing formats for page filigree tucked away. She has even dedicated some space to collect different wax colors for her infamous rose seal-- Her more favorite place within the Brothel is her office for the sole reason that her calligraphy and writing supplies are all organized for indulging in her spare time."

Keisong has taken the moment now to recount just exactly what she has shared as though to ensure herself she hadn't overstepped before she acknowledges the inquirer with a bright smile, "Now, that's not too much information I imagine!"

@dinthoqaf Thank you for the query! Sorry it took a minute, hobbys and habits or obsessions, I found, was quite difficult to write for Sue... I've never really put too much thought of her mundane activities, the little things that bring her joy. It's added a layer to Sue I never would of thought of before!

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clouded leopard by @ kubrickgood

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☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light

There was... Laughter, in the air. Like that of wind chimes, made naturally and carried by the wind, to her it was music. In the distance, following a stretch of road that curved around a steep hill would the sounds of high pitched giggles and deep belly laughs are heard coaxing the weary to it's warm sounds.

Susan's journey had been long but uneventful as she was only miles north and in the mountains outside of the Brothel's humble village local, but the chill lingering winter weather had made the woman cold to the bone. The cold was a misery to her, but she marched on despite it. She'd pull her jacket tighter to her figure, the fur lining engulfing her skin in it's plush touch -- At the motion of her discomfort the tigress lingering at Susan's side would step closer in a gentle nudge of affection and attempted comfort, something which Susan would smile genuinely at.

She reaches her arm out to rest across Anthrel's broad shoulders, musing gently as they approached the end of the road, "Sweet girl..."

They'd come into view of a humble scene. A handsome town home of sturdy human architecture stood tall and proud in contrast to the twisting and wispy branches of the pandaren flora -- A dusting of snow surrounding the property, leaving everything in it's powdery blanket.

The chimney was smoking, lights were lit in nearly every window -- And there, in the front yard of the preserved acreage hidden in the cliffside, two boys were playing a game of snow ball fight. Both bundled up nice and tightly in their winter wear, jackets, hats and gloves protecting them from the frigid breezes which waft through occasionally.

Susan would pause then, the tiger not moving an inch forward in response to the hesitation -- Busy admiring the picture perfect sight of the handsome tykes as they played freely and happily in the snow, children with somewhat normal livlihoods, not a care in the world to them. One boy, alittle older and with notably dirty blonde, shaggy hair would pause in the playing when his stark golden eyes meet their match in his mother's gaze.

"Momma!"

Instantly Susan would feel her body react, her heart nearly leaping with joy and a lump forming in her throat that she'd nearly choke on as the weariness of the last few days came crashing down on her. he suddenly felt so drained her knees nearly buckle, but seeing her second oldest start sprinting toward her with an excited youngest trailing after, both squeaking out their excitement to have her home... She'd brighten up in her expression, eyes soft and brimming with affection, her lips curled up into a precious smile.

Without hesitation Susan ran forward, closing the distance between them by dropping to her knees in the snow, the skin of her knees burning against the chill of the frozen water -- But she hadn't a care in the world as the blonde boy slammed into her open arms, nearly toppling her over. She did topple over finally when the brunette boy trailing his brother slammed into them both, knocking all three of them over into the snow with a bought of laughter from them all.

From the porch of the home a nanny calls forth, amusement in her voice, "Welcome home, Miss Gampre! Dinner is nearly ready!"

Though she hadn't a care in the world, her arms full of two wiggly toddlers. Quietly her tiger would draw closer, laying in the snow and curling up around the trio in an effort to bring them some warmth and comfort as they all remained laying there, giggling in the snow together like fools, simply enjoying this moment of kindling love together.

"Welcome home, mommy," her youngest says, his little head resting against the nape of her neck, the snow peppering through his curly brown hair cold, but the gesture bringing her more warmth than any mead she'd ever drank. Her second oldest curls up into her side, his arms stretched to fit around her and his brother as he allows his eyes to flutter shut, simply living in this moment of unconditional love. With her boys no longer looking at her would Susan begin to feel her emotions bubbling to the surface, her eyes welling with tears as she whispers in response, "Thank you, my babies..."

Thank you, @captzexx

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⚔ - DUEL

The blood had already begun to pool into the Madam's eyes, the superficial cut which lay jagged, parallel to the bottom of her brow and only just kissing the tops of her left eye's lid.

It didn't help that her adrenaline was shot so high that she was practically vibrating, only making her bleed longer than she naturally should have. Her free right hand would brush the blood from her eye, smearing it across her cheek, matting her hair. This gesture would trigger the clotting factors, it helped that she was beginning to calm down with slow and deep breaths to promote faster healing now that she had processed the circumstances.

This was real, as fast paced and psychically exerting as any spar that had upgraded into the use of properly weighted wooden swords -- Except this time there wouldn't be bruises or welts left in the wake of a connected strike.

She had trained for situations like this. It happened once and she nearly didn't survive to tell the tale which was enough to scare the Madam into preparing for it to occur again. She had a stark awareness the severity of this situation, that everything was on the line in this singular unprovoked battle -- She had to meet the demands of survival, and she couldn't afford to slip up.

Carbon scrapped across steel, sparks flickering briefly as the friction of the attackers sword's cutting down swiftly onto the Madam was met with equal ferocity, her stainless steel sword glittering in the moonlight peaking through twisted tree limbs of the canopy as she had redirected their sword up and away from her.

Attacker within range and lingering long enough for Susan to react she sends a boot directly into their midsection making contact in a strong kick, diverting the energy of their fast approach back into them to send them backwards. Though short, she had worked hard to learn how to use people's size and speed against them. She wasn't much compared to most, but she put up a hell of a fight.

With the upper hand of their stumble the Madam's feet make quick work of bringing in for her own offensive strike, eyes hardened with concentration as she swings all her might into sending her sturdy short blade down across her attacker's poorly protected groin area. She sought the arteries most of all, but a deep hack into the meat of her attacker's muscle would be an ideal land as well.

A sloppy parry sounded off with that familiar clang of metal and shower of sparks.

She would be shoved away in a hasty jerk of the arms -- And thus she was the one stumbling backwards, not nearly worth her weight in comparison to the opposing party's. She was quite agile despite the upperhand of their strength, and had found her center balance quick enough to have her sword poised and feet keeping her steady.

Her eyes were wild with fury, with frustration. She had intended only to exercise tonight not endure a true life threatening surprise attack, but part of her felt grateful that of all the nights she was out here running, she happened to be attacked the night she was training in her gear... It was alittle too well planned in her mind, something felt wrong about it.

Susan wasn't one who typically believed in coincidences.

Either way, she readjusts the grip on her sword, full lips pulling into a snarl as she glowers at her opponent, their face concealed beneath a leather cowl and mask -- But by their striking jawline and overall stocky build, Susan had to surmise her attacker was male.

One could see how her eyes narrow, beginning to plot inside her mind as they circle eachother, both parties preparing their plan of attack before, without a singular give to her ploys, the Madam was on the offensive again. Into the night they continued the fight, using the forest setting to their individual advantage, dirty hits, kicks and other methods of desperation to come out on top enacted.

Ultimately the Madam would come out victorious. Bruised and bloody from other cuts of varying depth, her victory attributed to a well hidden dagger from under her skirts being shoved beneath the last rib of her attacker, perforating the kidney in one fell sweep. During their endless dog fight she had noticed a sweet spot of weakness in his armor giving the Madam the perfect chance to play dirty.

Susan had always lived by one rule: ' If you aren't cheating, you aren't trying. '

Riffling through a deadman's pockets wasn't exactly up the Madam's alley, but it wasnt jewels and coin she was looking for. She was seeking notes or clues to the man's identity as, after ripping his mask off, she would be dissatisfied realizing he was an unfamiliar man. Her search was short lived and came with something to note:

An address.

Thanks, @allasticus!

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⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses.

Unbeknownst to the majority of people who have the Madam on their radar, she does have a tendency to have her fingers in multiple pies like a greedy little bitch. She has found herself to be quite the negotiator, or rather she has an eye for conducting business with the sorts who need one thing or another. Typically, she will have that one thing, or she'll find another; Brothel money is exceptional income that never quite stops giving, something that Susan Gampre makes a grand effort to donate graciously as she sees fit.

It's no secret that the Madam is a violent and morally gray woman to extreme degrees, but she is never unreasonable. Statistically she is more likely to rob the ethically corrupt blind and beat them within an inch of their lives for added affect -- Nothing quite saves any one individual from her snarky moods and curt tongue, but she never knowingly wrongs good people let alone those who haven't given her a reason to. It's not of coincidence that the world is filled with those of cruel intentions, so Susan finds herself peculiarly active in the department of being the karma of the truly evil and soulless.

To balance out the anger which she adds to the world, she is insatiably interested and supportive to the fine arts, humanitarians and everything in between. She is a true admirer to those of that level of optimism, vision and effort to change the world.

All discreetly, Sue has helped fund start up companies on a small scale, given back to the community by donating coin to upgrade the infrastructure of gathering areas or individual companies. She's hired locals to upgrade the occasional average Joe's roof simply because they needed it. She has funded community gathering events such as barter markets or benefit shows for example, all which donate their accumulated coin to charities in dire need. Such charities which aim to help orphanages, medical Suites, military victims and wounded soldiers.

Granted, she is not a discriminatory woman but she is a thorough one. When a site has her interest she observes and mingles with the locals to gauge what their affect is on the location. As long as the companies or individuals were willing to take sex worker coin she'd give it; Which usually is never a problem in a world dire for funding.

She balances her lust for taking out proper bad folk by investing her hard-fucked money into bettering the lives of those who deserve it.

Thank you, @safrona-shadowsun! <3

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Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

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'How much happier we could be, I wonder, if we weren't so burdened with pride?'

The madam was in a lamenting mood, nursing a drink with her wine stained lips turned down into a pitiful pout. She had been drinking freuqnetly tonight, downtrodden by unseen weights. Little did her onlookers realize that it was her conscious and memories keeping her company tonight.

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“You must’ve had some gutless whores if this is anything new to you.”

The huskily spoken mouthy response from the Madam followed in conclusion to the starstruck client’s remark of how it was a breath of fresh air that she, the Madam, was so outspoken.

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𝑨𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒚𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

Part: III

By: cursen.bloody