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Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Charlottes instincts were on high alert and all of them told her to keep running. To run for her life! Her pale eyes fixed on the dilapidated looking towers in the distance, the one thing driving her forward. She hoped that someone lived in those would be castles. If not, shed just keep running. Running until she couldnt any longer, until the breath left her body and her heart stopped beating. Whimpering, eyes tearing, Charlotte didnt even hear the muffled shouts in the distance. She was too terrified to register anything at all. Besides, she was fixated on her goal, on reaching the strange castles that loomed in the distance. As she ran, she suddenly heard what sounded like footfalls, hard ones. Oh god, she was being followed. Leave me alone! Charlotte shrieked. Another wave of adrenaline washed over her and she tried her best to run even faster. Her lungs were on fire and her legs were hurting, but still she pushed herself to keep on going. Suddenly, Charlotte felt a strong hand grip her shoulder, pulling her backwards and causing her to almost lose her balance. Panting and gasping for air, her mind began to spin with all the possible demises that could befall her now. Just then, she was spun around, but the force in which it had been done was too much and she immediately toppled to the ground with a thud. She let out a yelp as her fragile body struck the unforgiving earth and began to cry all over again. Only this time, in pain. Charlotte looked up at the being who, to her, appeared to be looming over her casting her within his shadow. She wanted to scream, but stifled it when she heard him speak and in a tongue she actually understood. She quirked a brow and sniffled as she tried to make sense of the current situation she found herself to be in. Just as she was about to speak, another person appeared only he looked like one of her kind. But his attire? It was enough to make her head ache. Clutching at her head a little, she tried to blink away the reality surrounding her. Unfortunately, there was no escaping anything. Charlotte just stared at the two for several long moments as they spoke back and forth to each other as if she wasnt even there. It didnt overly surprise her. After all, the men back in court where she was from were often like this. In a strange way, she found comfort in this. I Charlotte finally managed to interject. Im Charlotte Malkyn, of Malkyn Castle. I hail from England. But she stammered a bit, still terribly frightened by what was going on about her. But this is not England. I I have no idea where I am. Some dark magic surrounds me though I know not why. She looked over at the snake man. Did the devil send you to make me pay for my selfishness? Her voice squeaked as she spoke. I I just wanted love. Is that wrong, demon? Is it? Again, her pale eyes filled with tears and her body began to shiver as she tried her best to hold back the sobs. One thing she knew for sure now. In a moment shed know whether shed be going to hell to pay for desires or living another day in this wasteland world she now found herself in.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Delshyk sighed, pulling her off the ground to her feet. Listen to me, and listen close. This being is not a demon. There is no dark magic. You are not paying for anything, and in this world? Asking for life might be too much. He eyed her carefully. You need to focus little one. You, and this one, he said, nodding to Ezekial. Right now, you're the only survivors i've found. We need to make an outpost, fortify it, and live. He looked back to the girl. Is that understood?
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Razer Try and keep in posting order. And thats not entirely true. Ezekial practices the blackdark magics. Ezekial narrowed his eyes at Delshyk. You know nothing. I could very well be a demon, and a good liar at that. Luckily for your sake, I am not either of the two. He turned to the girl. What Delshyk has neglected, he picked up with her. It's okay dear... England, you say? With a castle. Yes. Alright, I'm going to explain this to you as best I can as you can understand. The snake cleared his throat. Well, why you are here may or may not be dark magic. This place, this is another world. You live in your world of origin, and unfortunately, I am not sure how to return to your world. It would take me some time to even come close to figuring such a thing out. However, do deem yourself very lucky for finding me. And him, of course. Otherwise, you would probably... ah, how to put this frankly. Be dead. Ezekial rubbed his neck for a moment to ease a slight itch. His sharpened eyes roamed about their surroundings as he tried finding life. Finding rather a lack of it, he deemed the area currently void and safe. He turned back to the girl. The Devil has sent you nowhere in remorse. No, the Devil has not altered your path. And love... love is not such a thing to be punished. Love is a beautiful thing, and I will help you return to your love as best I can. Is that agreed? The snake was fairly sympathetic for her. His travels had also brought an end to his love, though he had traveled intentionally. Since then, since that day so long ago, he had been roaming, wandering, learning, teaching. Anything and everything he could. And yet he found himself determined to aid this girl in her time of need. He reached forward and wiped a tear gathering beneath her eye away tenderly with his finger. His scales were cool to the touch. Dont cry, my dear. I will keep you safe until I can send you back, yes? You have my word of honor, he said, bowing slightly to her. Assuming she was royalty for living in a castle, she deserved some respect, at least.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

As Charlotte looked at the demon snake man for an answer, she was suddenly wrenched up from the ground. The grip hurt and took her off guard, causing her to stumble a bit as she was forced to stand up. Immediately, her eyes snapped over to the man whod pulled her up so harshly and without care. She studied him a moment as he spoke to her, his words callous and unsympathetic to her ears. It was strange. This man appeared to be similar to herself, though his attire was rather odd to say the least. But it was the demon who seemed to be the one with feeling, the one with compassion. When the man finally released his hold on her arm, Charlotte rubbed it tenderly. Underneath the sleeve she knew shed been bruised. Just then, the demon snake man spoke, his words soothing as if he genuinely cared for her wellbeing. He apologized for the other mans behavior and he called him by the name of Delshyk. Delshyk. Yes. She definitely didnt like him. He was cold and cruel and though their straits were dire, there was no need for him to be so mean. Charlotte continued to listen to the scaled man as he explained what he knew of what might have occurred to her. It was scary and strange, but at least he appeared to care, to want to help her as best he could. Suddenly, he didnt appear quite so frightening. He reassured her of her past, something she hadnt expected. They barely knew each other, but the support was nice. It wasnt all that often that anyone genuinely cared about her and whether or not her wants and needs were met. It was refreshing. Just then, the demon gently touched Charlottes cheek. His fingers were gentle as they brushed away her tears. It was so perplexing and left her almost speechless. His skin was smooth to the touch. Smooth and cold. It was odd how his personality seemed to contrast so much with how cold his skin was. Charlotte gave the demon a low curtsy as he bowed before her, pledging to keep her safe, to try and find a way to send her back home. It made her smile. Looking up into the demons eyes, Charlotte spoke softly. My name is Charlotte, sir. Might I inquire as to your own? She hoped hed tell her. It would be easier to think of him as a non-demon if he had a name, something tangible to hold onto. And I thank you for your pledge. I accept. She gave him a smile and then scowled at Delshyk. Though, I have no love back in England, sir. I was hoping to one day find it though. Its just her voice trailed a moment as memories flooded her mind. Its just that I wanted to find it for myself. Charlottes pale eyes teared up a bit and, immediately, she glanced over at Delshyk. No doubt the man thought her silly and a mess. But that hardly mattered. She had this demon looking out for her now. At that, she gave him a small smile. Over there, Charlotte then began, pointing toward the odd looking castles in the distance. There are some towers over there. Castles. I was thinking that there might be people residing within. It wouldnt hurt to find out. Would it? Charlotte looked at the snake man with soft, hopeful eyes, wondering what his reply would be. Now, it seemed, her fate laid in his hands.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Ezekial met her gaze as she looked up at him. Her eyes showed that she was still a tad nervous.. but no longer towards him. He smiled, that meant he was making progress. Scaring off people was the last thing he wanted or needed, seeing as he really was trying to do some research in this world. He listened as she spoke her name. Charlotte. A wonderful name. Charlotte... a beautiful name in it's own rights. I am Ezekial, ma'am. I am called many things by many people, but for an ease of understanding, just call me Ezekial, or any shortening of the name if you so please. And your welcome I will make sure to keep you safe and bring you home, no matter how long it takes. The snake once again listened to her, nodding in understanding. There is nothing wrong with that, no. In fact, finding love for yourself is probably the noblest thing you can do. Any 'love' that someone else creates for you is never love. It's simply an object, not a feeling. You may call it love, but its not true. I will return you to England so you may continue your search. And... for future reference, good luck with that. Ezekial could already feel slightly attached to the girl. There was no way in Hell she would come to harm without the harm first hitting him, hard. When he made a promise, he kept it. He would help her safe no matter the cost. She may think him a demon, but it didn't matter many did. He was very glad though. And... thank you, Charlotte, for taking the time to get to know me. It shows that you are kind and clever for most others would have ignored listening to me and refused to believe it. You? You now understand that even though you may consider me a demon without me taking offense, I am not nor will I ever be a bringer of sin. The snake followed with his eyes where she was pointing, nodding softly. ...yes. In this world, just for reference, those are called 'skyscrapers', since they are so tall they 'scrape the sky'. Now, per your request, let's get a move on shall we? Walking might take a while, so we should get a start. He nodded and smiled to her, beginning to walk towards the skyscrapers, keeping right next to her.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Delshyk knew the girl was nervous around him, but there was nothing he could do about that. He was simply here as a soldier. Soldier's didn't love, didn't have emotions. They only protected those who were in danger, and right now, they were in a lot of danger. He gave a small nod to Ezekial before falling in behind the group, his eyes scanning the ruins for any movement. As of yet, there was nothing, not even an aura signature. The place was barren for the time being, but even so, he kept his weapons ready. There was no way anything was going to catch him off guard, because if it did, it meant he needed more training. Well, it looked like he needed more training, because just as he turned around, he saw another infected. Oh..... Before he could get the word out, it swung at him. The swing hit, knocking him off balance for a second, which was all that was needed. The person tackled him, making a wild attempt to bite him. Delshyk could feel the rage of it, it rolled off the being in waves. Delshyk quickly stopped it's head with a punch, hopefully giving the little bastard a big case of whiplash. The second he gained from the stunning effect of the blow was enough to let him pull out a knife and stab the creature. A smile appeared on his lips as he kicked the pale white attacker off of him, smashing it with his foot, spitting his own blood onto the now dead thing. Wiping the little trickle away, he went back to his spot behind the group, cleaning his knife and this time, being alot more vigilant.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Charlotte smiled at Ezekial as he spoke softly and tenderly to her. She had to admit, for a demon, he was rather mannerly and moreover, very chivalrous. No one back in Malkyn Castle would ever believe her if she told them that some demons could indeed be noble and friendly. But that hardly mattered. As it was, she didnt think shed ever get back to England, not that she had anyone there she truly missed with all her heart. Though, she did find it sweet that Ezekial vowed to get her back home. From the tone of his voice and the look in his strange eyes, it was clear that he meant every word. Yes, he truly did seem genuine and that comforted her greatly. I thank you, kind sir, Charlotte replied, her voice soft as she addressed Ezekial. She gave him a low curtsy, her eyes averted to the ground to show both her respect for him and her gratitude toward his kindness. Standing up, Charlotte began to follow Ezekial as he headed toward the dilapidated looking castles skyscrapers, thats what hed called them. As she followed the demon man, she noticed Delshyk bringing up the rear of their small party. From the look of it, he seemed to be a serious sort. Not one to show sympathy or compassion to those in need of it. It reminded her of many of the men that defended their homeland. Theyd always frightened her. Their cold exteriors made her shiver as she wondered if there was a shred of humanity buried somewhere deep within that unforgiving armor they oftentimes wore. Looking away from Delshyk, Charlotte focused on Ezekial who led their rag-tag army. Though his appearance still made her nervous, after speaking with him, he did seem to be less frightening. It was funny to her that something so simple as a tiny conversation could alter so drastically ones point of view. She supposed the age old saying was true. Friar Thomas had told her many times when young to never judge anything by its outward appearance. Never did she realize just how true that statement was. Suddenly, Charlotte heard some scuffling, as if a nearby skirmish had broken out. Turning around, her pale eyes caught sight of Delshyk fighting with one of those white-colored beings. Infected? Was that what theyd said? Infected with what exactly, she wanted to know. This most certainly wasnt the plague. No. Whatever it was, it was far worse. As she watched the man fight the snarling humanoid, she moved closed to Ezekial. She trusted him despite his terrifying exterior. Hed vowed to protect her, words she didnt take lightly. Frightened, she let out a shriek and covered her eyes not wanting to see the final stages of their battle.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

Ezekial let a small smile take ahold of his expression as he made quote the courteous gesture towards him, showing respect in gestures he knew to be fairly dated. So medieval ages it truly was. This meant large adjustments for the girls is she stuck with him but he was sure she could handle the modern world. No, no. Worlds. The snake rested a strong yet gentle hand on her shoulder while Delshyk finished off the infected. After he was done, and said zombie-like creature was long gone, he rubbed Charlotte's shoulder gingerly. It's alright, the creature is gone now. Feeling a need to explain, he did just that, holding her hand now as they walked along. He assumed it would make her feel safe. This world is post-apocalyptic, meaning some large force of chaos has wrecked this world. It is fairly recognizable, as you can see, as a dead world. A place long gone. The creature you saw just there is more akin to a demon than I in general terms, it is a living corpse. A zombie. A mindless, aggressive shell of someone who once was. It is a sad thing when I find myself studying worlds such as this cultures demolished like dust in the wind. Yet, there are many more worlds that contain so many wonderful things... He cleared his throat. Things I will explain along our travels to your homeworld. Assuming Delshyk could keep his own arse. safe, he did not pay a majority of attention to him. He instead focused more upon Charlotte. He would have to start explaining things that would most likely take course after her time. So, he began explaining as they neared the buildings some of the marvels of the 1700's and the colonial times.
Thread: Rising From The Ashes (Mot)

His gear jingled softly with each step, and he chuckled as he realized this girl wasn't going to like him very much. Oh well. Everything happened for a reason. Once they found something.... human, he'd try and find a way back to that Twilight place, and hopefully back home. He sighed as he checked to make sure his weapon was loaded, the clicking of the chambers sounding somewhat ominous and forebodeing. Scratching his head, he wondered vaguely on who or what they'd find by or in those sky scrapers. From the way the girl acted, and how Ezekial was explaining history to her, he guessed she was from history, quite possibly around the time of kings and queens. He smirked, flipping a knife up into the air repeatedly as they walked. It served a purpose though besides alleviating his boredom. It provided an extra range to his aura sensing abilities, even though it seemed these creatures had no aura's. It reminded him of the zombie games he played as a kid.
Thread: Perhaps something you'd be interested in...

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Thread: Perhaps something you'd be interested in...

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Thread: Ibuki No Sakura and Nightmaregoddess

Do I...have to wear this? Ly'zani asked with a grimace as she looked at herself in the mirror. She really needed this job, but the barmaid's uniform was so slutty that it made her feel dirty just wearing it. It consisted of a tight leather bustier that made her ample breasts look like melons, and a low cut pleated skirt. All were nearly the same aqua color as her short, bobbed hair, and black, which nicely accentuated her reddish violet skin. But still, the skirt was cut so low that her but-cleavage was visible, and it was hemmed so high that if she bent over she'd be flashing anyone looking that way. At least she was allowed to wear furry arm and leg warmers. Unfortunately yes. Don't worry hon. You'll get used to it. Her friend Cass, a human and the person who got her the job didn't seem to be bothered by it. Though she'd been doing it for months now. Still. It worried Ly'z, as Cass called her. She wasn't nearly as outgoing as Cass was, and she didn't have all the skills of her people to rely on. Being a Night Elf raised in a horde controlled city kind of limited her options. Pretty much barmaid, dancer, whore, or concubine. She had nothing against sex, it was fun and felt really good. But she didn't think she could do it for a career. If you say so... She mumbled, straightening out what little of her outfit she could call a skirt. Cass stopped and kissed her on the cheek. I do say so. Now follow me around till you figure it out. Then talk to the boss and he'll work out your pay and such with you. Ly'z just nodded and followed Cass out into the veritable storm of testosterone and machismo that was her new place of work. As she followed Cass she found herself surrounded by grabby males of every color. Tauren, Trolls, Orcs, even Blood Elves, all enjoying coin they'd won in battle and the drink they could buy with it. It was overwhelming, and she had to use every ounce of her resolve to keep from kicking guys as they smacked her ass, pulled her onto their laps, and tried to feel her breasts.
Thread: Ibuki No Sakura and Nightmaregoddess

The bar was a roared with the sounds of laughter, rage, lust, and drunken frenzy. The town hadn't always been controlled by the horde, but after recent ventures of the Cataclysm the entire town had been claimed by them. Originally a goblin run town, of the Bilgewater Cartel the town has always had many horde in it, and in much retrospect the horde pretty much owned the two, though the goblins ran it. Through out the day there were any number of fights that normally escalated into full scale bar brawls. More often then not they met with a few angry ogres and Hob Goblins. Most fights were fought over the Wenches of the bar. Each man grabbing for the closest female that they found attraction to. The bar was known for having any number of Alliance whores in store. Often they were bought or kidnapped from travel across the seas. It was a roar of laughter for miles around this place could be heard. But in moments the entire place feel dead silent. A loud crash came as a door flew from it's henge. There stood a group of five men. The one in front a large Orcish warrior, his skin a rich brown, a Mag'har as it were. He stood larger and broader then the average orc. Behind him and slightly to his left was a Blood elf, who appearance was much darker then the average Elf. Something about him warded people not to approach carelessly. Over his left eye was a eye patch covering the missing eye. His long blonde hair fell to his waist, bangs slightly falling around his face. A gun hoisted on his back, and a raptor to his side. To the orcs right was a troll garbed in dark leather, and shifty eyes, examining each and every one, clearly contemplating how to kill each of them in the fastest method possible. Next to the Troll was a Feline, a cat as it were, licking it's lips with anticipation, it was clear that it was no normal animal. It was clearly a druid who simply remained in it's animalistic form. Behind them all stood towering above the others a Giant of a tauren. Almost too large to fit through the door. His eyes glowed with a unholy rage, as if death dripped from his eye sockets with every breath the giant too. The group strolled in as if they owned the place. The Bar remained silent for a good time, watching them carefully. All the Pardons, and workers knew this group well. They were known for being the rudest, and the most violent bunch, They had started so many fights here it wasn't funny, and won them. The Five took there seats at a long bench near the corner so they could watch everyone. The orc smacked his fist against the table. Wenches bring us drink and pleasurable company! The orc Commanded as noise began to return to the Tavern. But eyes were always on them wary of what they might do.