I am currently in my own troubles, as they were. Apparently some low life merchant thought that it would be cute to try to 'tame' me and put a leash and collar around my adorable sexy neck. After maiming his guards, his horse, his carriage, his second horse, and his dog, he finally got the idea that I like to stab things and people. I would have had set his dog on fire, but that would mean starting a fire and chasing down the dog. I'm too lazy for that!<br/><br/>In any case, deciding to get the nine hells out of there before things got weird. Walking down the street with a yawn and petting my glorious silver fur tail, wondering what next to do. Ah yes! Going to the bathouse would be a glorious way to meet up with interesting men and women, and see about getting some tail of my own.<br/><br/>Heading off to the direction of any bathhouses, and taking my time about it too. No need to rush on this glorious day. Got in plenty of violence and more then content with myself and my successes.<br/><br/>