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Thread: A Portrait of Passion (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

Adriana and Layla fluttered into the home of Blake. It was forbidden for fairies to interact with humans, but they had been very careful. Most nights, they just flew around, looking at the pictures. His work facinated them. Art was not a concept known to the fairy world. Adriana was a rose fairy, with long red hair and dressed in rose petals. Layla was a daisy fairy with long white hair and wore a skirt of daisy petals. They found Blake's pictures of fairies to be the most interesting, thinking of how he got it all wrong. His fairies were too flat-chested, as both of them had nice rounded bodies. Layla paused in front of one picture of a half-naked woman. With a grin, she mimiced the picture and Adriana laughed. Then she tried her hand at posing to Layla's delight. they flew around the room, posing to various works of art. Finally, they found the trashcan and pulled out pieces of paper and uncrumpled them. Oh, I like this one, Layla said, pointing to the uncovered sketch of a flower. I like this one, Adriana replied, uncurling a picture of a woman in a meadow. He can't draw fairies, though, Layla said. It's a shame. I bet he'd do well if he knew what one looked like. You just want to model, Adriana accused. Layla didn't argue. they both thought of how exciting it would be to pose for the human, but it was forbidden. Though, if no one knew... They were still riffling through the trash to find the pictures he had tossed out when Blake came back.
Thread: A Portrait of Passion (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

Upon opening the pantry, Blake saw that there wasn't much to eat. It wasn't suprising. He was low on cash and hadn't the opprotunity to go get some food from the market. Still, he made due with what he had and like an artist, he was able to formulate a decent meal out of the scraps he posessed A chicken sandwich and a mixture of canned vegetables along with some mandarin oranges. This would probably be enough for the long night ahead of him. Out into the living room the young man went and it was not a minute before he heard some rambling going on near him. He looked around, trying to identify the noises and soon looked in the direction of the scrap heap where all his failed inspirations were crumpled away. They were littering the ground, a suprise to him because he normally tried to keep a tidy work area in case there were guests. Again, another crumpled piece of paper fell out and to the ground causing Blake to get curious and go investigate. What he saw when he looked into the bin was quite a shock. There, sifting through the scrap were a couple of fairies! The young man had heard tales of people encountering them in the forests nearby, but this was the first time he had seen them close up, and in his house even. But that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment. For Blake seemed more concerned that they were making a mess of things that he intended to keep tidy. Hey! Cut that out you two! He quipped with an annoyed tone while lightly swiping the air in an attempt to startle them out of the bin.
Thread: A Portrait of Passion (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

At the sound of the sharp voice, Adriana and Layla quickly hid under the scraps of paper. They had been discovered! Did he really see them, or did he think they were a couple of mice? Shivering, they huddled under their coverings. Feeling brave, Adrianna peered out of her covering. He's still looking in here, she squeeked in fear and ducked back down. What do we do? We can try flying out of here, Layla suggested. What if he catches us? We can hide in here, then. What if he reaches in here or thinks we're mice and tries to kill us? Layla shrugged. Or, we can try to talk to him? Adriana stared at her friend. That move would get them exiled. However, they were caught and there was no other way out. They couldn't leave, they couldn't stay, there was no other option. Nodding, she agreed to Layla's plan. Slowly, too scared of the reaction, they flew up to face the human.
Thread: A Portrait of Passion (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

The only thing that Blake accomplished with his little swatting act was to cause the faries to sink deeper into the pile. He grumbled a bit and decided to wait them out and hope for an explanation as to why they were there in the first place. He didn't have to wait long before they finally emerged to face him and though he was still a bit agitated, he let out a small sigh before looking down at them and speaking in a more calm tone. And just what were you hoping to find down there, huh? There isn't really anything in there except for my failed artwork. It's nothing special, really. The young man then walked over and took a seat with a tired expression on his face. It seems that alot of the work i've been doing lately hasn't been appreciated. But I don't think you two would care much about that, huh? It seemed that Blake no longer minded the presence of the faries in his house. He was more concerned now about what his next project would be.
Thread: A Portrait of Passion (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

Layla and Adriana looked at eachother before flying up to the human. It was as if they had the same idea. They couldn't get into any more trouble, so why not have fun? Adriana pointed to one of his pictures of fairies and then struck a pose simular to the one in the picture. Layla did the same. They changed poses and then pointed to other pictures. We can help you with your art, Layla said, hoping he could hear her. We can be your models.
Thread: A Portrait of Passion (ChocolateStrawberry & I)

Blake was curious as to what these two faries were trying out. They were actually posing like one of the faries he drew and somehow, he found himself interested. They were both very beautiful and just watching them pose the way they did was inspiring. Wide eyed, the young man looked around for something to draw on and quickly found himself with a pencil and an art pad. He began to draw the two women as they stared at him. He would look up occasionally to make sure they were still and he would even set the pad down to measure them with his fingers. Yeah, just hold that pose for a moment, he muttered before going back to drawing. In no time at all, he found himself with a sketch of the two faries. Blake held it up to them with a curious look on his face. Well, what do you think?
Thread: Pain Redefined

The rain trickled lightly against Aubrey's skin as he lay under the night sky. His inhuman emerald eyes flickered as they skimmed his comfortable surroundings. The graveyard was gratifying as silence enveloped every bit of it and the vampire lay in the arms of the angel atop a gravestone. Somber eyes mourned the many deaths that rested in the dreadful place, arms outstretched. One of the vampire's legs hung idly over the edge of the statuesque arm. One of his arms was draped lazily over his stomach as his other supported his head against the rock hard neck of the angel. It was perfect in size and allowed his sturdy body to rest there as if the spot was made for his comfort. Jet black locks of hair fell plastered to his forehead with rain , giving his eyes an even more mysterious compliment than normal. A wistful smile caught his features as he played indolently with the zipper of his black jacket, fingering the silver metallic material lightly. Below there seemed to be two creatures playing in the graveyard. Hm. Weren't they aware of how dangerous it may be. Upon closer examination, he realized that they were two wolves. A male and a female energy...of the mutual sort. Had to be siblings. Perhaps they could fend for themselves. Perhaps Szamiro would find out. His smirk grew as his presence remained hidden, his energy silent.
Thread: Pain Redefined

Rain was nothing for an indomitable hunter of darkness. At least, that's what the faeries told him. For most of his life Asher had never been much more than a sneak and a cut-purse. The grey eyed man had spent the better part of his youth learning how to dive out of a second story window after bedding another man's wife, or how to catch the tumblers on a lock just right, even using a bent bobby pin. It wasn't until after a mishap with ghoul and a chance encounter with a group of fae that saved his life, that he became known as a scourge of the undead. In exchange for saving his life, the faeries bonded him to duty, making him into something they could use to cleanse the world of their anti-thesis. Fae as the embodiment of life, despise the undead, but they send peons like Asher to do their dirty work. As the rain poured down his cloak, Asher was having doubts about this whole thing. Of course, Argenta, his guard during these missions insisted that he had no such doubts. The graveyard seemed clean to him. Nothing mindless, nothing rotting... above ground, and no unearthly wails of the soulless animate. I don't know about this Genta... I don't see anything. The tiny fairy pointed out from under the hood, her minuscule finger aiming at an ancient statue with a pale form, almost corpse-like cradled in it's arms. Bingo. Asher didn't exactly hurry. Argenta could sense them, and so he knew if it would move and where it would go. Eventually, and after several small pokes and prods, he made it up to the statue. Monster, I'm here to slay thee... He paused to sigh wearily, and return you to your departed soul... such is my quest. Asher sounded unamused with the lines that he'd been commanded to speak upon meeting the undead, even if they were mindless. He couldn't be sure with the rain, but he thought he heard tiny hands clapping, and laughter.
Thread: Pain Redefined

Aubrey's gaze quickly snapped into the direction of the hunter. The energy was getting a bit too dangerous for his taste. Not that he couldn't handle danger...he just chose not to deal with it. He was far too old to be bothering with Slayers that believed all Vampires were, were soulless bloodsuckers. Well, they were right to an extent...regardless Aubrey didn't really appreciate their nasty attitudes. Well...not as though he was a gem himself. Didn't mean he had to appreciate somebody trying to take him out without even getting to know him. He moved a bit more slowly, as he was sure a slayer would better be able to pick out inhuman, quick speeds in a vampire, and moved up the statue as far as he could go. The wolves still played in the graveyard...but one of them had shifted. It was a tall, beautiful woman of about 5'6, brown hair cut in neat layers. A side-bang framed her face wistfully and her mahogany eyes were expressive and gentle. Taiyja was far more gentle than the other wolf females. Probably the only of her sort that didn't just want to fuck the pack leader and have a litter of pups just to gain power. Her body was beautiful too. Her breasts were a c cup, on the large side, the contours of her dress following those of her hips and thighs perfectly. She smiled as she played with the male wolf, scratching his ears. Thanks for the exercise, Kaya. Aubrey was wrong. He knew Kaya, ironically. He didn't feel like communicating with anybody. It would probably happen within the next few moments, but he hoped to all fucking mother of god the slayer didn't make him show himself. One would figure that the most eerie grave stone in the yard would steer people away but there were at least four fucking people here now. Giving in, Aubrey sighed. He jumped down from the gravestone and beside Taiyja who nearly screamed. She was probably having a telepathic conversation with Kaya. Christ, 'brey...can you not do that? Aubrey frowned deeply, folding his arms over his chest. Warmth emanated from him as he was a fire element. His skin was just naturally warm. Soothing even. We'll have problems of the face burning sort, Taijya if you seriously keep calling me that. She grinned and continued rubbing Kaya's belly. Aubrey knew that Kaya would have a more smartass comment if he could actually speak. Which, left him grateful he couldn't. There's a slayer in the area Taijya...if you don't want to be caught in the midst of a bloody battle I suggest you vacate the premises.
Thread: The dirty old man

Jason arched deeply as he felt his release peak. he had just finished watching a young girl being raped. However it was entirely acting, but it satisfied his need. You see Jason has a sick fetish, almost obsession, with watching girls being forced to do things on camera. Weather they are being raped, forced to masturbate or even just strip he finds it completely intoxicating. He looks like your ordinary 35 year old man. He works at a factory night shift and owns his own, albeit small and rundown, home. However he has adapted his basement to become a dungeon of sorts. He has vowed that one day He will have the girl to use it on. He can use her to broadcast all over the web for men just like him. He went t the shower and cleaned himself up quickly. before putting on some jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He looked over to the clock and saw it was 200. It was almost time for his plan. For months now he had spent his afternoons walking around immediately after the local catholic school had left out to admire all of the beautiful girls. One girl in particular he had noticed, always took the dark always home. However today would e a little different for her. He wanted to be there early so he went ahead and left parking his car at the end of the alley and grabbing his massive hunting knife from the glovebox in case she put up a fight. He grabbed his rope and pulled it over his shoulder and took his spot next to the dumpster hiding both the rope and the knife under the edge of the dumpster. he put a cup with some change next to him and waited for her arrival.
Thread: The dirty old man

There was a strict uniform policy all students had to follow, most fixed it to their liking and Ayumi was no exception. The white shirt she wore was neatly pressed and it flattered her voluptuous breasts and slim waist. She wore an azure plaid skirt that held onto her curvaceous hips nicely, also showing off her lovely legs. Her skirt came several inches above her knees which made it longer than any other female in the school. Seeing as it kept her cute white panties from being viewed by any males, she didnt mind. Her white socks and black shoes were nothing special just some footwear needed around the school. The bell had sounded for todays classes to come to an end for a local catholic school. Ayumi walked out of the school with a few close friends in tow giggling from the series of events that happened during school. When leaving the gates of the school she and her friends went their separate ways. She began to make the short journey home by taking the back alleyways home which were particularly dark. Her feet treaded nicely against the cement. She was listening to her iPod not really paying attention to her surroundings also she took this way many times before and was never bothered by anybody. She stood 170 centimeters 57 in length while only weighing 60 kilograms 132 pounds. She was simply beautiful her face was round and defined womanly. Her emerald hues were soft but innocent. Her lips were luscious and full fitting her face nicely. Her nose had no imperfections and her dark brown hair fell to the middle of her back though it was long she had become fond of its length for now. Her complexion was fair though it had a very slight beige color as well. For some reason she was getting an odd feeling about walking through the final alleyway today but she pressed on anyway. Her feelings have never been right before about a person or about many events, so why follow them now. Ayumi walked her normal pace as she entered the alleyway humming to the music.
Thread: The dirty old man

He smiled as he heard the faint sound of footsteps. He peaked out from the dumpster and saw it was her. He quickly moved so that it was impossible for her not to see him. When she came within arms reach he grabbed her ankle. Not in a forceful way but enough to get her attention. Please miss, its been a long time since I had some food, could you spare some coins? He looked at her putting a look of longing into his eye. He was an astounding actor. However he had no intentions of using them. Almost immediately after he had finished his sentence he tugged hard on her leg to make her fall. Or better yet why don't I just take you instead of your useless coins. He smiled as he climbed onto her back straddling her. He reached under the dumpster grabbing the hunting knife. He pulled her hair forcing her to look forward. He gently pressed the blade to her neck, I swear you scream and I will bleed you dry right here is that understood?
Thread: The dirty old man

Ayumi noticed a man in the alleyway for the first time since shes been walking this path. She was unsure if he was truly homeless by his articles of clothes they seem very clean and neat the exact opposite of any homeless person. Her emerald hues shifted from the man to the exit of the alleyway as her humming continued she began to walk pass the man. Suddenly, upon feeling the man grab her ankle made her body stiffen and as a reflex she tried to pull her leg from his grasp. Her eyes studied the mans every move as he spoke but she found no reason not to believe him. He had a sincere look in his eyes which told her, he was not harmful. A shriek slipped from her lips as her leg was tugged on hard by him. She was not even given the chance to respond to him. Her body hit the ground with a soft thud but Ayumi was in slightly pain. Her eyes enlarged at the sudden words that came from his lips. Wh-What? She exclaimed when her chest heaved up and down quickly from the shock. Her emerald spheres were full of fear when he climbed onto her back straddling her. A low growl came from her lips as her hair was pulled forcing her to look ahead. Ayumi tried to soothe her anxiety but when the cold blade was pressed up against her throat the color depleted from her face. She parted her lips as she readied a scream but thought otherwise upon hearing his words. O-Okaypl-please dont hurt me. L-Let me go I wont tell anyone She pleaded.
Thread: The dirty old man

He smiled when she complied so willingly. He honestly had not expected this and was thinking he would have to knock her out. This changed his plans slightly. Keeping the blade pressed to her neck he gently mover her head so that she was looking to the side. Now that she had submitted he could play with her before taking her. He moved his lips to her cheek placing a light kiss slowly moving back to her ear. Thats what I like to hear. Now put your hands behind your back your wrists touching and don't do anything funny. He intentionally slid closer so that when she moved her arms to where she was told She would be resting her hands right on his already hardened member. Now I want to make this clear, you do what I say and you won't be hurt. However resist in any way and I won't hesitate to kill you. He smiled now as he grabbed the rope and kissed her neck and sat up, Hands Now
Thread: The dirty old man

She was not the type to submit that easily to a strangers will but having a knife against her throat changed things. To relieve some of the pressure from the blade she tilted her head upwards after he moved her head to the side. Dont cut meplease, she pleaded. His lips placing a soft kiss on her cheek irritated her but her body reacted in an odd way when feeling his breath on her ear. His voice was sickening to hear which made her anger start to boil. Ayumi began to part her lips but upon hearing the words spoken to her she bit down on her tongue. Her saying anything that could be considered uncooperative would be fatal. Her head tilted back further loosing the pressure on her throat a bit more. Her body stiffened at the kiss he gave to her neck but did not resist or complain. She complied to his simple order by putting her hands behind her back with her wrists touching. Her emerald colored hues widened as she hoped her hands were not resting on his member. Though, she knew her hands were touching his hardened manhood.
Thread: The dirty old man

He smiled as he felt her body stiffen beneath him. he let out a slight groan when her small hands touched him. He took the rope tying it tightly around her wrists giving her no room to move them. he slowly made her hands stroke him through his pants, Oh yes we will have some fun tonight. he smiled pressing the knife more firmly to her skin. He stood her up his hand wrapping around her stomach causing her to be pulled against him and her hands to be once more forced against his manhood. He reached higher gently cupping a breast. Tell me little girl what do you think your life is worth? he gently ran the blade of the knife over the top of her breasts. He moaned lightly into her ear as he thrusted against her hands. Do you have a name little girl? HE asked softly making sure to whisper directly into her ear.
Thread: Technology Wars ((Vivid and bluerosekissed ))

The Pacilica Comunica Peoples Palace was chocked with smoke and caked in a thick layer of soot. The once beautiful plaster walls of the palace were tinged a sickly grey. Throngs of unwashed, poorly dressed men and women chocked the narrow halls of the palicia. Alicia boxed in by a quartet of Zemeren mercenaries attempted to forge her way to general accounting. The large cloaked mercenaries bulldozed there way through tired and confused bureaucrats. The frightened herd were attempting en mass to retreat from the open sun rooms back to the safety of there small cramped offices. Unlike most countries the Empire of Astoria possessed no ruling body all matters of war, commerce and science fell under the prevue of any one of nine revolving cabals that dolled out money. This meant that at any moment general accounting was flooded with plebes, men and women who did nothing all day but beg for money. I hear you still dont have funding for the peace proposalAstorians in love with the letter p named almost everything when ever possible with the double p. The Pacer Proclamation, the Panax Pandemic and even the Peace Proposal. Yes, but I hope that once they have landed the commerce cabal will not chase them away before they can collect docking fees, landing fees, navigation Tarriffs, and import penalties Astoria in all her history never imposed one tax, of course with as many fees as one incurred for breathing that was hardly needed. Alicia cursed her luck as a plebe she was forced to wear the staples of the house she served and that meant black and blue, a low cut skirt high heels and a vest with a bust line that showed how poorly she was blessed by the creator spirit. Thankfully she did not have to wait in line Basalis leader of the peace proposal was controlled at least two members of the commerce cabal. With a practiced smile a signatory waited with the signed and sealed dole. Now she only had to make it to the aerodrome to meet with the ambassador and convince him it was in his best interest to do what ever the cabals demanded. Deacon a minor plebe had all day to wait before his dole for more pavilions for the poor was denied. Alicia shook her head again the pp was abused to the point of absurdity calling a squat tenement made as much sense as calling a duck and tree. Still she forced it to the back of her mind the peace proposal was just a way to embezzle money. The fact that she was being sent without a single member of the cabals proved as much I here the ambassador is arising with a beautiful young woman of course these barbaric people are know to be untrustworthy Alicia the girl with a beautiful name. Alicia sucked in her stomach and straightened her shoulders. Why was her name so pretty, brown hair and brown eyes nothing about her but her lips pressed into a discipline smile was the least bit pretty, why did her namer have to create such expectatios.