<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/GlossHeadshot1.jpg)</div><strong>Gloss Featherstone</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15212717#msg15212717)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Orlaq Encampment<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tami, Xaz, Lucifel, Clara | Open<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 20/20<strong>AC</strong>: 12<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br/><hr/><br/>His muffled chuckle at Xaz' private comment carried with it a soft groan over the strategic squirming of the guardian in his lap.  No matter how much her movements tormented him, however, he would never dare request that she stop, loving the torture almost as much as he would have loved the act of bringing the teasing to its logical conclusion.  Amusement touched the corner of his mouth at the mental image of bending the slender vixen over before the assembled in the tent, knowing his status in the camp would allow him to do almost anything he liked without protest.  As a means of getting a bit of his own back, he shared the brief, but graphic, imaginary scene with Tami through their connection.<br/><br/>Settling even more comfortably back in his chair, he watched the handsome devil who served as his protector join them, eyes shifting to the angel as it addressed him.  The seemingly ever-present smirk on his lips widened and he seemed to be considering how to answer as his second guardian cozied up to him.  Murring in delight over the near-scorching warmth of the infernal's form against him, he parted his lips to partake of the fresh goblet of wine.  After downing as much as Xaz cared to share with him, he finally answered Lucifel.<br/><br/>"I don't believe in a duality of afterlives.  Your kind and Xaz's kind merely come from different planes of existence that nestle up alongside ours.  We drew you here from those planes with our magics, and it's my belief that the living soul, once the shell has perished, gets to choose where they end up.  But, of course, the beliefs one holds in life factor in very strongly on that decision.  So, a man who dies with the belief that he is deserving of the torments of hell, for instance, even if only in the darkest parts of his soul?  He will be far more likely to find himself traveling to some plane of fire and despair."  He stopped, making a soft sound of protest as Tami's heat and rolling hips went chasing after the slip of a girl.<br/><br/>Peering after her, and debating the option of ordering her back, he abandoned the idea and looked back to the angel.  "I have no guilt over the things I do in life, and no belief that I am deserving of anything but endless pleasures in the afterlife.  You're welcome to put in a good word for me, but I'm not personally of the belief that anyone else decides my fate.  When I die, my soul will find its place to the nearest garden of fleshly delights where gorgeous beings of infinite sensual hunger and knowledge await my arrival with delicious food, plenty of sweet wine and the most beautiful music ever created."  He laughed softly and then glanced to Tami when she returned, tilting his head and arching a brow.<br/><br/>"Sometimes, but not to any deity.  I believe all people pray at some point in their lives, even if it's just to themselves, or providence, or the universe.  In the moments of greatest fear, everyone looks for a hand to hold."