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Thread: x - Left 4 Dead: Red Igloo | mitsu x corporal bunny

One stripper left the stage, and two exit, not one staying on figures. Seymour sighed as he returned to his drink, swirling the overflowing liquid about, not necessarily concerned that some of it sloshed onto the counter. He was sure worse things had been on the counter. The room grew silent as the TV was turned up, and for a lack of anything better to do, he listened. To him, it was all just some far off thing, something that would not be too relevant to him actually, he was glad it gave the government something to do. Better them fight off this epidemic then put him-- THWACK! Seymour jumped and looked over his shoulder, the silence of the bar was shattered, as something slammed into the frosted window. It was but a dark blur, that left a dark smudge where it had hit. The strippers, the drunks, the fearful, they all shrieked, and suddenly the bar was overtaken by chaos. Seymour winced, as the bickering on what was going on started, and the inane worries of the scared filled the rather empty bar. Groaning, he picked the glass up, held it to this lips, and downed it. It burned going down, but in this mess, or the mess that was sure to follow, he was sure it would turn out to be a good idea. Shut up! He yelled, his glass slamming down on the counter. The bickering stopped, the inane chatter ceased, and all eyes were on him. Before anyone could question him, he stood and pointed to the window. That was a bird a fucking bird flew into the window! A single fucking bird flies into the window and you all lose your minds! Jesus Christ, get yourselves together! Oh, so what, you think you know what is going on tough guy?! Why don't you explain what is going on, if you are so damn brave!? A big, burly bearded man yelled, his suspenders tight against his large body. Seymour, taken back as the man approached him, whom stood at an equal six feet-two inches, but weighing probably twice as much he did, suddenly found himself scrambling for something to say. After all, he was staring down a man that probably cut logs with his bare hands and wrestled bears. What, is that all you got-- Steve, don't start nothing! One of the strippers tried to step in -- tough guy? Steve jabbed at Seymour's chest with a thick, meaty finger. Suddenly finding the diplomatic approach to be a better one, Seymour raised his hands up in a defensive gesture, Hey... hey, calm down, we're all on edge, right? I'm just trying to suggest that we all keep our cool. Steve didn't buy it, and so he grabbed Seymour by the shirt, Know what? I'm the bouncer here and your ass is getting the curb! No, no, wait! Seymour pleaded, his hands grabbing desperately at Steve's balled fists. As much as he might try, Steve was the stronger bigger man, and so when he was lifted from the ground, the stitches of his white, dress shirt stressing he knew he was going to out in the cold. listu
Thread: x - Left 4 Dead: Red Igloo | mitsu x corporal bunny

Even Charlotte started at the sudden sound. Her lips parting as a surprised gasp whispered past her lips. She teetered then, as Candy clutched to her slender form. The woman??s breasts were hard as a rock, enhanced by the men??s hard earned dollar. ??Oi! Did ya hear that, Lottie? What could it ??ave been?? Lottie turned slightly, placing her hand on top of Candy??s, ??Its-? she was interrupted as the irritable patron spoke up. Her chocolate eyes glared at him, his sudden outburst, though reasonable, only added to the tension within the room. Candy shrieked hysterically next to the shorter woman??s ear, ??Lottie!? ??Hush.? She hissed, ??You heard him, it??s probably just a bird. Now, let me get changed and get your things and I??ll take you home. There??s no need to get all frazzled? Candy nodded as Charlotte practically ran to the dressing room. She trembled silently until Steve grabbed the regular by the shirt. Candy shrieked again, the sound grating and high as she bounded forward, grasping onto Steve??s hairy forearm, tense in his anger. ??No Stevey, ya can??t just put ??em out in the cold! We don??t rightly know what??s out there!? Tugging aggressively at his arm as her large breasts bounced, Candy whimpered hysterically. The rest of the occupants of the bar stood frozen save for some of the girls' complaints at Steve??s temper. Distracted for a moment Steve turned towards the lady, shoving her back with his elbow not so gently. The voluptuous woman staggered backwards until her lower back hit the edge of the bar. Meanwhile Charlotte had undressed rather hastily, pulling her hair from the prim bun. She had adorned a dark red, loose fitting turtle-neck. Not bothering to replace her bra, she rushed to find her boots, pulling them on over her worn jeans. Grabbing her coat and most of Candy??s belongings she rushed out just in time to see Steve push Candy to the side. In a flurry of anger Charlotte came rushing forward, pushing the pile of cloths onto the bar as she rushed over. Another woman reached for Charlotte, worried that her next action would cause more conflict but the lithe woman evaded intent on her goal. She was tiny compared to the man, but she could still reach him. Using her body weight to aid her she propelled her fist in the back of Steve??s head where his skull met his spine. ??What the fuck do you think you are doing!? She screamed. ??Lottie, I??m okay!? came the plaintive voice of Candy from the side. But, as Charlotte reached again follow up her attack on the man another loud crash was heard from outside the establishment doors, accompanied by a screech that no one within could have possibly make.
Thread: x - Left 4 Dead: Red Igloo | mitsu x corporal bunny

Steve was dazed it was like someone had set off fireworks in his skull and never bothered to notify him. There was a sharp pain at the base of his skull, and his vision was clouded with black dots. His grip loosened and he staggered forward, one hand flying to the back of his head. With a grunt, or a groan, it was a rage induced mixture, he looked over his shoulder, just in time to see Charlotte raise her fist to him. Who the fuck do you think you-- He began to shout, his one-handed grip still enough to hold the struggling Seymour steadfast. Then suddenly, the bar was penetrated by a blood curdling scream, one that sent shivers up your spin and caused your blood to run cold. The scream was enough to wipe the rage from Steve's mind as his eyes fixed on the door, and while he didn't realize it, Seymour's shirt slipped through his fingers. Now free from the monster's grip, Seymour was instead too focused on his own well-being to worry too much about what was going on outside. It wasn't good, but it had everyone distracted, so now was the time to flee. Nearly stumbling he turned around, his knee slamming into a stool. He let out a groan and reached down to hold his knee, as he hurried around the bar, and through a door that lead to the kitchens. It was eerily quiet in the kitchen, and for a strip joint, it was surprisingly clean. He tried the back door, the one the cooks used to bring the trash to the dumpsters, but he found it to be locked. Cursing his luck, he bounded for another door, which lead to a small hallway. It was somewhat cold, and various erotic posters lined the walls of it's narrow length. He passed a few doors, some of which had names on them, but one door was open, and it rested at the end of the hall. listu
Thread: Furcadia Link

I just set up my Furcadia thing and want to put a link to my list, but I don't want a huge URL. How to you get a retitled link here? Here's the link by the way C T O x p o d
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Thread: Furcadia Link

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Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

It had been a long and hard journey to the Northern borders of her fathers kingdom. The weather had been dark and dismal foreshadowing the take over of peaceful Elys. Rain continuously beat on her form and frigid wind felt as if it blew right through her. What little magic she was able to learn did not protect her fully from the conditions and she had needed to take many breaks. There had also been perils to deal with. When it was not raining or blistery cold, monsters were out, and on more than one occasion the beautiful young woman had to run for her life. There were also bandits that attempted to steal from her and packs of wild animals and other things. The princess had been nave and had only brought a bow, some arrows, and a dirk to defend herself. As the days passed she saw more and more of the warlords men. Their armor was rustic at best and they carried large weapons. Some towns had even been taken over. Word of them had not reached her by the time she left. No doubt her poor father was now in more mental anguish and that only drove her on further. The more she saw her people suffer, the angrier she became. More and more villages were attacked, attacked, ransacked, and claimed for the enemy. The more she traveled the more she wanted to kill the bastard that had done this to her homeland. Finally she had made it to the enemy enclosure. The city closest to the edges of the boundary was completely and utterly annihilated, only leaving a few buildings to house troops in tact. A makeshift fence was built out of rough metals and hacked wood. Guards were posted at the front of the poorly made gate, letting people in who had animals and other goods. Madgala circled around the fence, letting down her hood so she could examine it. Thick strawberry blonde curls sprang out from beneath it and pale violet eyes examined the build. She was completely and utterly perplexed. This was the first time she had to do something like this. Two hands clamped roughly around her shoulders. She let out a gasp. One of the guards had grasped her and spun her around. Magdala bit her lip. This was not what was supposed to happen. Damn it! What are you doing? he barked a question at her. I-I was s-sent for, she lied quickly. Um I I Damn it! She could not string two words together! The guard gave her a look. It was quite clear that he did not believe what she said. Magdala had never been that good of a liar. Though he let go of her and shook his head. You were sent for? Ah-ha. For what purpose, may I ask? Um, the commander wanted to see me. I am here to um offer my soothsaying abilities to his cause. After a few more exchanged words she got the guard to actually yield. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she was lead personally through the encampment once town. It was the mayors mansion she was taken to. The walls crawled upward, going for three stories. There was also a basement in the bottom that, little did she know, had been converted into a makeshift dungeon. He lead her into the huge dining room. It had been converted into a makeshift throne room. This must have been where that bastard was.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Naturally once Madgala was lead to the mansion the guard would indicate that the woman claimed to be some sort of soothsayer whom had been sent for. The guards at the mansion seemed rather more sceptical of the claim as one of the brutes at the entrance to the makeshift throne room remarked No one told me of any soothsayer being expected. We would know about that. The fellow stated rather flatly. The surly guard looked at the woman and raised his hand to tug on a blonde curl of hair. Bah, send her in. he likes blondes.. Im sure hell find some use for her. If that was less than reassuring the doors that blocked the way to the room were thrown open and the woman was pushed through the doors and down onto her knees before the throne. The guard that had decided to allow her to pass loomed over her to growl You bow before our lord. The bastard in question was upon the rather crude throne found at the far end of the room. The throne was little more than an immense and imposing chair with the skulls of two animals fixed upon the end of the arms and the hides of wolves and bears lining it. What it lacked in artistry it seemed to make up for in grisly intimidation. If the chair seemed designed to intimidate, one wondered after the necessity once its occupant was spied. He was human, but of a size that one wondered if he wasnt partially a giant or otherwise gifted with unusual proportions but the warlord when stand would tower at six feet and nine inches. The span of his shoulders seemed to add to his size, their breadth and the musculature that filled them out seemed to lend his height a sense of primal power. That brawny frame was set against swarthy skin and a mane of raven locks. His facial features could be described as handsome, but there was a hardness to them that the term failed to capture. His eyes were dark, and seemed to glimmer like burnished coals with an intensity within them. He was clad at the moment in snug black leather britches and boots and tunic of the same material. A sword lay at the side of the throne as he directed his gaze at the woman pushed to the floor before him. His eyes would simply observe the woman for a rather long moment. They seemed to slide over and scrutinize her as though at a glance seeking to take her weight and measure. Finally he spoke to simply state What have you brought me? Evidently regarding the woman as nothing more than another girl produced by his soldiers seeking to curry favour with him by bringing one local girl or another that they thought may strike his fancy. The guard remarked She claims to be a soothsayer that you called for. The warlord remarked rather simply I need no woman to tell me my destiny, I carve it with a sword. A smirk graced the large mans lips as he leaned forward slightly and he remarked But that does raise the question of what exactly you are doing here doesnt it girl? He rather idly remarked And its a question youd best think of a rather pleasing answer to rather quickly.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Magdala was pushed roughly to the ground. A grimace passed her lips. Never did she want to bow to that man. Her hands clenched but she kept herself on the ground. For now she was going to have to play along with this charade. She looked up. The anger in her pale eyes was evident. No matter how hard she tried she was not going to be able to hide it. Or her hate. The chair was appalling. It was covered in furs and on either arm rest were the skulls of some poor animals. Her mouth went dry. She refused to let herself be frightened by the damned this thing that the warlord put his ass in. That wasnt required to make her afraid though. The man himself was simply terrifying. He was a wall of muscle! No matter how hard she tried she could not help but visibly shrink at the sight of him. Pull yourself together! This is just a man! It doesnt matter how big he is or how many weapons he has, he is just a barbaric human from an inferior place. The beautiful half elf dipped into her quickly vanishing courage reservoir and kept her eyes locked on him. She didnt think that she would be able to keep up the soothsayer lie for long. A man like this didnt take stock in anyone but himself. His arrogance was contemptible and she could not stand the way he looked at her, Magdala pulled herself up, not caring if she had to stay on the floor or not. SHE was the princess of this kingdom. That man had no proper sway in that land. She placed her hands boldly on her shoulders. Her clothes most certainly didnt show her status. They were torn and sullied with the filth of her travel but, if someone were to look close, they would notice that they once were very fine garments. I am Crown Princess Magdala Isoitiel. she boldly said. The reason I came today was to speak with you or rather, demand that you leave my homeland. You are brutally killing my people, ravaging my land, and destroying the legacy that my fathers fathers built. Such bold words coming from a relatively weak girl. She had walked right into the lions den. The guard was getting read to grab his sword and strike her down. It would be very simple to kill her and win part of the war right there. A lump rose in her throat and she forced it down.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid The warlord looked at her for a moment and then laughed. He shook his head and then simply leaned back upon that rather macabre throne. The rather deep tenor of his voice booming forth in amusement as he listened to her. Eventually his mirth seemed to abate long enough for him to manage to remark. I see. So just so I am sure I have the right of what youre saying - you think Im brutally killing your people ravaging your land and destroying your fathers kingdom without much qualm eh? He paused as he reiterated what the girl had said And you thought after I had done all that, that you had but to show up to ask it and I would leave? The warlord smirked as he observed By the gods girl, they do raise their nobility as daft as a smiths anvil down here dont they? He laughed You come here to tell me what horrible things Im doing and Im going to stop - JUST - because you asked? He idly drummed his fingers upon the skull affixed to the arm of one chair which seemed to resemble that of a bear. And you wandered out here all by yourself leaving you completely in my power. To some extent the warlord seemed absolutely stunned by the stupidity that the princess had displayed in coming here. He simply smirked as he noted I could have you killed where you stand. He idly noted Have that pretty throat of your slit and watch you gasp as you fell to the floor. If you think your fathers legacy is being destroyed now, imagine how hed react to his little girls head being sent to him in a box. The warlord rose from where he sat and slowly came to his rather towering height as a rather cruel smile graced his lips. After all realistically now - what is the best likely option you have coming out of this? Held for ransom? Hopefully not damaged too badly. He smirked as he looked at the girl and drew a dagger from his belt. He idly brought the blade towards the princess throat. Thereafter, he trace the blade along her throat. He smirked as he idly noted Hmmlive or die. He seemed to consider her fate as the knife would press to her flesh. The blade traced along her neck as through casually shaving imaginary hairs from it. Although after a moment of toying with the idea, he idly cut away the cloak she was wearing and thereafter he brought the knife to the bodice of her dress and idly began to slice it open. Livefor now.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid The way he spoke to her was infuriating. Daft?! He was the one that decided to push his way into her land! What did he expect from her? She was not going to let it simply happen. Though she did feel a little silly, standing there as he belittled her. Being raised the way she was Magdala turned out to be a little spoiled. Everyone always did what she said. It never occurred to her that someone may not do something simply because she demanded it. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest. Never before had she felt so completely foolish and, whats worse, she felt alone. Her eyes widened in fear as he continued to speak. It also never occurred to her that a firm voice would not keep her from being murdered on the spot. Her shoulders rounded and she actually took a step back, hand on the dirk hidden in her bodice. He stood and she took another few steps back. Her fear was getting the better of her. It was all well and good to stand up for what you believed in but this was more dangerous than what she anticipated. The dagger came out and she froze. He pointed it strait at her neck, and traced it along the swanlike column. This close she barely came up to the bottom of his chest. She tilted her head upwards. The act was supposed to be defiant. She was supposed to be accepting death nobly. As he continued to play around, her lips trembled. He was going to kill her But, to her relief he said live. That was short lived however. The sharp knife cut away at her cloak and then started in at her bodice. She let out a cry and she clumsily caught the small blade that fell from the cleft of her bosom. Little goosebumps rose on her chest as it was exposed. For a woman part elf, her breasts were large and rounded with tiny pink nipples. For a few seconds she didnt know what to do. Cover herself or try to fight back? Finally she brought the blade up to his stomach, though against his bulging muscles, she didnt know how much damage it would do. I am not asking you to leave, I am telling you to. Her voice did not carry the same power as her words though. Her whole body was trembling. And dont you dare touch me! Ill kill you if you try to do anything else. Her eyes were full of tears. She doubted that he would back off. He had the upper hand and he knew it. If he wanted her body, he knew that he could take it just as easily as he conquered her land. A lump rose in her throat she swallowed harshly. The tip of the dirk shook against his body. Oh, why couldnt she just stop shaking? The guard simply stood back and watched. He knew how much his commander loved to break women and this girl was begging for it.
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Like any predator the warlord could smell fear. Oh and now that smell was thick upon her. His eyes would slide over the exposed shape of her chest. A rather bemused smirk graced his lips as he remarked Perhaps I will enjoy educating you on the realities of the world. He smiled positively wickedly when he remarked I wonder if you will bleed more when I take you than you would have before you died if Id slit your throat. The girl pressed a dirk to his stomach, and he glanced down at it rather casually. He paused and then seemed to take a moment to tense the muscles that lined his stomach. Go ahead - try it. He stated, seeming to invite her to stab him. His dark eyes gleamed as he leaned in and remarked DO IT! He demanded of her before he snarled You havent the strength or the will to kill. Whether he was supremely confident that the layers of muscle upon his body would foil any serious damage to his body, or that his demeanour would break her attempt he didnt reveal. Rather his had had drawn closer to hers as he yelled at her, but before she was given more than a moment to comply with his demand his head rather swiftly bludgeoned towards her seeking to strike her with the bony surface of his forehead upon her own head. His arm rather abruptly would strike downwards upon her wrist seeking to knock away her blade and thereafter to wrest it from her if she didnt obligingly drop the weapon. The deep voice would fill her ears once more as he remarked Now princess, you think you can come here and threaten me harm. His form would loom large in her field of vision as he stated You think you can demand that I do anything. His tone held a certain edge of irritation. You think you can be insolent when I spare your miserable life? That large hand would soon circle about her throat. His fingers wrapping around her neck and squeezing. His hand tensing as his fingers tightened to begin to choke the life out of her. Her life literally being held in his hand. The force of his grip only lessening to painful from life threatening as he growled Now beg.