night works of my mind. its almost addictive.to imagine and play and replay the scenes of my stories over and over again, constructing and re editing to my personal best and ideal version of a fantasy erotica.

this afternoon's nap was about the cat girl in the ever deadly assasin town with vagabonds and theives at ever corner. with lucious prostitutes at every corner and shady hooded figures paying both sides of clans if u know what i mean.
a tangle in in a mess of web of tangles. and wendorf is at the mercy of his new mistress.
being treated much like a dog.
he discovers new pains being human dog.
and constantly pushing new treshholds of the fragile statuesque body he has.
both eyes blinded . dug out to be precise.
he is now unofficially the most wanted ( dead and alive) men and womenin the city.
as he is often confused, as a boy men girl or women. he has surpassed all boundaries of assasins and evolved into what is literally a perfect killing machine at 16.
and both eyes blind.

memorising the city streets and roof tops by memory.
he jumps on and off walls if need be.but most of the time, playing a blind man or a beggar will suffice just as well.

he learned a lesson from all this: sometimes, simple is the best way, and also the hardest.
blending in as handicapped is nothing strange in that town,its also quite a fine time as long as u dont minde getting kicked by scums and spit on by pirates and corrupted polices, its all the icing of the cake . after what he has went through in the BIG cat'den.

~im really ooking forward to writing the part he plays a belly dancer to get info from a rich merchant.and gets away with it just fine.
with a tip off!!

or the time he kills a guard in the middle of the busy street on sunday morn with just a thumb size sewing pin.:straight through the guy's apple.and no on notices.

some real cool stuff.
the mind's vomit.