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Thread: Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

She nodded, glancing back at the fire. I was cast out of my village because they thought I used dark magic or some such nonsense. I didn't even know it existed. Suddenly she smiled hopefully. Your people...do many of them study magic? Could I learn?
Thread: Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

There are quite a few of my kind that studies magic, so yes. There would be controls on shy ones survive at see... EDIT What was I trying to say here!?
Thread: Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

Caoimhe's smile widened. If there is a chance I might learn, I would join you. May I? If she was going to be exiled because of something, she would at least know more about it. Curiosity always got the better of her. If she was accused of being a witch, she would explore the craft and find out more about it.
Thread: Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

Yes...of course you may come, as long as you do not bring harm to my people. Zayle said. Also, I may suggest that you would be more welcome there if you were as natural as we are...
Thread: Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

It took a moment for her to process and understand what he meant. Her face flushed bright red and she stammered, trying to find the words to say. She wasn't sure if she would be comfortable around others who were naked, let alone if she herself were nude.
Thread: Intuition and Insight(Bloodkiss-Cysma)

Well, maybe they would still let you in if you were clothed, though you would stick out for being dressed. He said. Do you have something I could sleep on?
Thread: Slave of the Horde (shadoweclipse and Armphid)

Brawny orc guards, their massive chests bulging with muscle, armed with heavy axes and garbed in vicious looking leather, glared a challenge at all who passed through the entrances to the small outpost at the cross roads of the Barrens savanna. Yet for all their careful watching, they did not see her as she crept past them. Like the wind, the intruder blew through the little town, carefully noting the positioning of buildings, the spots where the guards congregated, the location of their wyverns. All valuable information that the upcoming raid would find useful. Lessa Morningsong was, at the moment, a lithe and powerful bundle of feline power and cunning. She was a Night Elf, trained in the ways of nature, a protector of balance and the wild as a Druid. Her current shape, that of a dark furred panther, was one of the many mighty powers she had learned. The panther slunk through the shadows of the Cross Roads, scouting it out and making mental notes on all of it. This would be a decisive action. She had never wanted to get involved in the squabbles of the Alliance and the Horde. In her training and early adventuring days, her thoughts were focused on the menace of the Burning Legion. Then she went to her people's ancestral home of Ashenvale and saw the depridations of the vile, savage Horde as the Warsong clan hewed down the ancient and sacred trees of the night elves without though or care. That had made up her mind. They would be stopped! Losing this Barrens outpost would force them to withdraw from Ashenvale, or at least deplete the garrison there so a strike could be made to make them leave. Invaders. Despoiliers! Elune might have mercy on them, but she would not! The druid slipped out through a hole in the hide barriers that had been erected as walls around the town. Now she just had to get back. It shouldn't be an issue. The Horde that were here were generally inexperienced and far less powerful than her. Once she was safe from the eyes of the sentry, she pushed her power inward, returning herself to her true form. Lessa was tall as all night elves were, standing 6' 2 tall. She had an agile and graceful build that still featured generous curves both her high, pert, luscious breasts and her firm, bubble ass. Her legs were long and sleek, her stomach taut and flat, her body looking delicate despite its strength. She wore a set of dark leathers that hugged her body, accentuating her breasts, a bit large for her people, and her supple shape. Her skin was a rosy pink, her lovely, young looking face decorated with two purplish tattoos that went down over either eye. Her hair was as white as snow, falling loosely in front but gathered into a loose tail in back. Her eyes glowed a faint but steady silver. In her hands she held a wicked looking spear. The druid lifted a small white stone from a pouch at her belt. She could sneak across the plains, but this was the fastest way to get out of here. She closed her eyes, focusing to activate the power of the hearth stone...
Thread: Slave of the Horde (shadoweclipse and Armphid)

There had been recent reports of a panther wandering the dry area of the barrens. Most of the night stalker panthers stayed in their normal Ashenvale grounds. Yet anyone given a quest to find this mysterious guest continually return empty handed, even guards seem baffled by these rumors. The crossroad outpost had been a frequent battle ground for skirmishes between horde and alliance. Though usually small teams are always sent rather then scouts. To be safe a team of trackers is sent to scout out the area. Because of the elusiveness of the creature a stealth team is sent. The team consisting of two troll rogue brothers and a tauren druid. Jelzul and Drak are twin trolls each standing up measure to a full 7' 7''. Their bodies are lanky and flexible adding to their deadly speed and stealth. Their skin is a dark blue yet it is hard to tell because of the thick padding of black leather acting as their second skin. Each one is missing an eye. Jelzul on the left and Drak on the right. As usual their motivation to hunt and kill for the horde is driven by the maddening mojo feed to them at young ages by troll witchdoctors. The third is a tauren druid named Rygen Stronehorn. His ferocity is complimented by the dark fur that covers his powerful body. Standing at a full 7' is not the impressive part of him. His body ripples with powerful muscle. Even his leather armor is torn not from battle cuts but from the movement of his body in his tauren form. Currently he hides in the grass as he tracks down this invader. Followed on far opposite sides are his troll partners. The night elves steath is nothing compared to this team as they swiftly pick up her scent. They saw her standing behind the wall as she was using the power of the hearth stone to return home. Th would not be acceptable. Lucky for them she was careless and left her back exposed as one of the skillful rogues sprinted in her direction while staying concealed and used the bottom of his daggers handle and bluntly sapped her. Her stone falling out of her hand and onto the ground. Quickly while she was dazed the other two threw a tightly woven net on her and tired it up tightly. Rygen quickly heaved the bound up night elf over his shoulder. He took her to their small camp off the road on the way back to Orgrimmar to display their catch to their leader.
Thread: Slave of the Horde (shadoweclipse and Armphid)

As the magic of the hearthstone began to flow, the world exploded. Stars danced before her eyes, the stone tumbling from her numb fingers, her posture slumping forward. She felt rough cords thrown over her tightening, her spear falling away, the ropes, no, a net! The net closing around her, the elf still too stunned to move or even make a sound. Powerful hands grabbed her, lifting her high in the air. She was moving now, briskly. Her head was beginning to clear, some feeling returning to her. She'd been caught! No! What would they do to her? The Horde tortured prisoners, even ate them, the vicious cannibals! Lessa struggled in the net, writhing, pulling and tugging at the cords that made it. Release me! I'm a traveler in these lands, I've done nothing wrong! Let me go! She struggled and called for them to free her, for how long she did not know. Suddenly, the trip ended, and the net was throw roughly to the ground. Ufff! She landed on her stomach, moaning softly. Lessa looked up to see a small campfire dancing in front of her. This was where they were taking her. What now? I...say again, release me. You won't get anything out of this. He was able to turn her head enough to see her captors and gasped. Elune! Two lean, evil looking trolls, taller than her by over a foot if they hadn't been bent and hunched over like all troll men were. Then there was the Tauren broad, a wall of fur and muscle.
Thread: Slave of the Horde (shadoweclipse and Armphid)

The two trolls squatted down near the fire. Animals bones at their feet from a meal eaten earlier as they roasted more of a zhevra killed before and being used for meat. Obviously their intentions were not to eat her. The trolls cleaned their daggers as the fire glistened off the shiny metal. They spoke in trollish with each other as they glanced over at the struggling net that laid on the ground before them. Their grins seemed even more evil then normal as ominous laughs escaped their tusked jaws. Suddenly a large hoof crashed only inches away from her face. The tauren had rise up and grabbed the net and forcefully picked her up and forced her in a sitting position. Yours not part of the Moonglade expedition to explore the Wailing Caverns. You bear an Alliance Insignia. The Barrens are Horde lands! Filthy alliance sending scouts out...explain your reasons for being here. The large beast bellowed at her. He was huge even compared to most taurens. He was using his druid magic for power and anger rather then the balance and peace that most druids try to keep in control.
Thread: Slave of the Horde (shadoweclipse and Armphid)

Lessa quailed a bit as the massive hoof slammed down beside her. From the force of it, it looked as though it could have crushed her head like a melon. But her fear was tempered by anger. How about you tell me what the Horde is doing in Ashenvale, MY people's lands, destroying its' forests, druid? Despite being bound and helpless, she glared up at him fiercely, Explain to me how you do your duty to nature by allying with those who even now maim the woods that the Cenarion Circle is charged to help grow and protect? She strained, managing to make her way to her knees. I had a mission here to help stop the corruption of Ashenvale, and that is all. I have made no war on the Horde you've forsaken your oaths for. Release me at once!
Thread: Question about the rules...? From a total newbie. x-x;

Hello. I'm new here. Very, very new. I've read the rules. And I have a question about one. Though I'm nervous simply posting a thread let alone one asking what's probably to everyone else painfully evident.... Yay running sentences! I digress. IV. No lolicon or shotacon, in art or role plays. All characters involved in sex must have entered puberty and be at least thirteen years of age or older, or whatever appropriate equivalent for your fantasy. Underaged sexual photos or other evidence of the exploitation of minors will be reported to the authorities. Does this stand to reason that a 14, 15, 16, or 17 year old character may be played? No picture of the character looking undeniably pre-pubescent would be posted -- so I'm not attempting to sidestep any of the site's rules. Just checking ahead of time so I don't get booted over a misunderstanding.
Thread: Question about the rules...? From a total newbie. x-x;

That's a rather self explanatory rule but yes, 13 and up is what can be RPed
Thread: Question about the rules...? From a total newbie. x-x;

But wait, I wouldn't say they can't be RPed. Because think about it, your character has children. Now these children aren't going to be sexually involved with such a thing in the plot, but they kinda need to be babieschildrenetc. before they can be teens. So I would say, you can't sexually roleplay children, but you can certainly have a nonsexual child character. Or at least, I don't see why you shouldn't be able to.
Thread: Question about the rules...? From a total newbie. x-x;

Oh yes I caught that little oddity. I should have mentioned that, but apparently I FAILED REAL HARD when typing my reply XD I don't see a problem as long as the sexual participants are 13 or older.
Thread: Question about the rules...? From a total newbie. x-x;

Okay! I figured. I just wanted to be really, really sure. xD fail Thank you so much guys.
Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

The Girls of St. Margaret's Choir 17-18 years old Caroline Sienna Amanda Nicole Virginia Chastity Faith Hope and Joy Esther Laura Melody and Harmony Cherry
Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Nicole! What are you doing!? Sister Elinor yelled aloud, drawing the attention of those remaining in the hall - all of the guests having parted save for one. Ontop of whose massive shoulders the guilty blonde was riding. I'm directing! She exclaimed, though careful not to bounce too hard as Johnathan carefully navigated the steps downwards, milk barrel in hands. A fifty-five gallon drum, it weighed more than any three girls in the room, and it typically took half a dozen of them to move. A thickly muscled boy, Johnathan was not quite seven and a half feet tall without his boots - a giant that had little trouble getting any sort of attention. His slight olive complexion and dark brown eyes were framed by his still-young face, and he let his long, copper-brown hair run wild. His sweatshorts did not do much to hide his excitement - they never did - despite his efforts to tape it down. The sisters were split on allowing an atheist - much less a male one - so much access to the girls. The older ones simply believed him to be trouble, while the younger ones proclaimed that allowing him to go unsaved would be a stain upon their souls. The milk was specifically reserved for after the guests had left, particularly for the catgirls among them. Johnathan had added his own special gift to it, of course - several times - but the nekojin-milk he had was still driving his erection like he had never before experienced. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal and there was no hiding it from the pureblood humans, much less the others. Fortunately, the older sisters were no longer present. Slowly, he sauntered over and set it atop the stand, several girls already waiting with cups in hand. Almost immediately, Nicole started bouncing more vigorously now that she had no worry of his balance, gesticulating wildly. Ooh ooh! Melody! Harmony! Johnathan sighed, chuckling slightly as he wandered over to the pair he was most obviously interested in - not that he'd turn down any girl in the room - but every step stretched his shorts a dram further, the visage of their perfect curves impossible to hide.
Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

She was practically masturbating him in the driveway, I think she's decided. Melissa commented on Penelope's action as she was going through her wardrobe, finding one of the after-wedding garments she intended to surprise her future husband with. She bit her lip. Love or money? was her first though. What's there to love about Kevin? was her next. Well, I can have forty shipped to the yacht - that should be enough to last you until you return, then we can get the rest of them sorted out while we figure out their University needs. The brunette raised an eyebrow as she was pulling up her panties. Are we actually going to go through with that? It's not like they need- -after the Birkham-Steinwall Act, we need to keep up appearances. Above and beyond that, there's nothing wrong with each girl having multiple sources of income. Melissa nodded into the phone again, fastening her outfit's excuse for a skirt. Juggling the acceptance rolls of a hundred schoolgirls is not particularly easy, but we've made precautions for this. Anyway, the equipment will be waiting for you Friday. Happy drinking! CLICK Cheeky woman. Pausing to replace her top - a piece that hid nothing of the bottom of her cleavage - she slipped it on and looked herself over in the mirror, grooming herself a bit before making her way downstairs, noting Laura's gibbering about how strong he must be to have carried the milk container on his own. Well well... she smirked to herself. ---- ??Would you be able to love every girl in this room, Johnathan?? ??If you can afford to pay fifty shekels for each of those wives like Solomon, would you be able to love them all? All one thousand of them?? Every gentle rub of Stephanie's hands caused his shaft to beat hotter and harder, and, noting Rika's attempted reach, he flexed slightly to allow her hand to reach his girth behind Steph's bottom. The need to answer a question overcame his focus, and by the time his mouth opened, he was already cumming profusely, wetting Stephanie's fingers with his seed, most of the rest pouring over Suzanne's face, breasts and lap. Well, I care about each of you on a personal level, in that sense, I already do love each of you, if that is what love means. He said, gently squeezing Neahle's breast, fingertips massaging over her nipple as his molesting of Rika intensified - as did his own release of liquid. A thousand, though? I could love a group as a group... I'm not sure I could pay individual attention to so many- -a man is to love his wife - or wives - as a ruler loves his subjects. Elinor cut him off, smiling. The numbers do not matter, so long as each gets individual attention at some point. But a ruler has many duties, and his subjects are right to understand that. Johnathan was dumbstruck. He looked, half-accusing, half bemused, between Harmony and Melody.
Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy Cherry's cell phone rang, and she carefully backed her way up to retrieve it, not taking her eyes off Johnathan. She looked down at the name of the caller and smiled. Hey sister! How'd the exam go? She walked over and sat between Melissa and Penelope so only they could potentially overhear. They exchanged knowing glances. Just swell. Her voice dripped with venom. I asked mom who she sold me to and she told me I should give you a call. Mmm-hmmm. We've got Tonalahu registered for the summer, we're probably going to be short on chaperons - you should join us! There was a long pause. ...where did he get a bottle? That reminds me! There's a shipment of the good milk in the milk cooler. Could you bring a few bottles over? Our boy is getting thirsty. ...doesn't Dvenaley have a stash? What's our... owner rated at? By my calculations, seven. Solidly. Melissa and Penelope both turned to Cherry in shock at the term. ...how are we possibly supposed to handle that!? She sighed. I'll bring over what I can carry. We are... unequally yoked, still, but we shall work to amend that. And you are awesome, sister! She hung up, grinning. Hey everyone, my sister Gia is going to chaperon too! Johnathan's thick, heated girth flexed intensely between Elinor's legs, lifting her bodily into the air entirely on its own. Anyone else think the good sisters are overdressed for the situation? Johnathan suggested as he slowly pulled his arms free of the girls that surrounded them, pushing most of them back, except for Melody and Harmony. So many girls forget their place. As he felt he had more control over the room, he decided to begin reminding them of their station. One his hands were freed, he could not resist the urge to give Elinor's exposed rum a harsh SPANK, echoing through the room. His hands griped her sides beneath her habit, slowly lifting her along his girth, angling her forward so that her sex could feel every inch of it clearly. Two of the girls began instinctively pressing sister Uma's head down onto his pulsing, beating glans, even as it began to leak his seed into her mouth. Before too long, Uma's nose would be pressing and rubbing against Elinor's sex, as the overheated shafthead stretched her lips to their limit, with still more of the monstrous girth to fit inside. Cherry decided to start to break down pretenses. The human girls were all cooperating, and it would be good to work a bit of pliancy into them before they got on the yacht. We kneel before our Lord. She said, slowly falling to her knees from her chair, letting her hands rest on the floor beside her. Penelope and Melissa looked at each other with a smirk, before doing the same.
Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

Original post by Veks copied from Elliquiy The feel of Uma's lips growing tighter around his glans as the girls pushed was nearly too much as it was. The sound of her swallowing... with every gulp, 'Colossus' thickened, swelling and lifting Elinor up and down in a monstrous bob, signalling that the next load of seed that he pumped into her mouth would be larger than the one prior. His balls rolled gently at her touch, lifting back towards his body before relaxing. Of course, he did not get to see the lovely nun trying to suck him off, another lovely nun's behind was in the way, sliding up and down his shaft largely of her own volition. Which only had one handprint on it. That was completely inappropriate. Johnathan wound his hand back, and brought it down with a thunderous clap. SPANK After the echo died down - along with the room - he queried openly. Who owns you, pet? Esther spoke up softly, her hands exploring her neighbors. Over a hundred of us in this room and we are still unequally yoked. Melanie turned to hug her - though she did not leave her knees, giving Esther a deep, passionate kiss. Then each of us will have to find another hundred, is all. There are millions of us and only one of him. She said after pulling free, giggling madly. The math was on their side.
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

So my trusty laptop, affectionately named Lappy has passed on. That is until I hand it over to someone who doesn't want to smash it into a thousand tiny pieces and they bring it back from the digital afterlife. So, my triumpant return is no longer triumpant. Dammit. -L
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

D If you weren't impossibly far away, I'd look at it. If you want, PM me the details, or post them here. Might be able to help, might not. But I'd give it a shot
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

I'll post the details incase anyone else has ideassuggestionsagreement to smash the awful thing. Let's see. I was running AIM, Firefox and opening Photoshop, then my computer froze. It does that occasionally when I try to open Photoshop, since it's pirated and a huge-ass program. I put no stock in this freezing, and manually restarted. It got to the Pick a Start-Up Thing Safe-Mode, Last Known Good Config, etc. and I just selected Start Up Normally or whatever. It didn't get too far from there before I got the Blue Screen. I've tried starting it with every single option Safe-Mode, etc. and now I'm trying to format it with an XP disc. Both of these still lead to Blue Screens. Ah, and it's an HP Pavillion lap top running Windows XP Home Edition, fyi. So, from what I've read online, my hard-drive is royally fucked. If there's anything else you wanna know to help diagnose, feel free to ask. -L
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

Hmmm I've never heard of getting a BSoD Blue Screen of Death on a freakin reformat v Any chance you have the error code on the BSOD? It'd be like 0x00000000, only with lettersnumbers other than the zeros, and maybe something like 'INACCESSIBLEBOOTDEVICE'. That should be in the upper portion of the screen, in the corner. Also, is it the same error message in safe modereformat? That's sounds hella rough.
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

Yep. InacessibleBootDevice. Got that. And no, I haven't had a chance to write the number down. It's like BSODGONE It restarts moments after Blue-Screening.
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

Sounds like Lappy had an uprotected link with another computer, and caught a virus. Remember kids, put a helmet on.
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

If your laptop has a removable hard drive, take it out. Freeze it. Yes, in a freezer. Then try installing it and running again. If you get in, it's hard drive failure. It'll run briefly while frozen, so take the chance to back up everything you can.
Thread: Blue Screen of Death

Oooh that's a good idea. I forgot about that. Isn't there an issue with condensation? I believe sealing it in a ziplock bag prevents that, right?