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Thread: Mountain Man's Best Friend

'Odd how things worked out.' Granted mused to himself as Kaia rolled away from him after he touched her breast, looking somewhat scared, as if he had tried to molest her. Though that could have simply been his own thoughts of the situation. Really, what other way was there for him to think about it? He had often went into the place she had lived for years, perhaps birth, and would either intimidate or outright threaten her. Though then why get on her back and show off her body while letting him bet her? Did she want him to go lower rather than higher? It was a shame, as he had been enjoying the somewhat damp fur, soft against his calloused fingers. And the wet dog smell, mixed with dust, his own sweat, her breathe, the moose... It ruined the moment, but he probably shouldn't stay in there too long. His dignity wouldn't survive the blow of fucking animals, nor with the diseases to come from it. If his cock wasn't simply ripped off. He got up, then scratched behind Kaia's ear in passing while heading to the moose. I had better get this somewhere that won't stink up our den. He bent down, getting each foreleg over a shoulder then begining to drag it out of the sleeping area of the den. I'll move it so that you can sleep peacefully in here. How big a peace do you want me to cut off for you? He wondered if he should keep the organs for himself, give them to her, or chuck them. Always some of the healthiest parts too eat, as well as the most distinctive taste. Though she looked like she needed more fat. Despite all suggestions to the countrary. He just was a big eater and thought that those who weren't needed more. Maybe he should come by to eat sometime and make sure she had enough. She might like some vegetables or cooked meat. You couldn't get all the taste in your food drawn from the thrill of the hunt.
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Leaning the moose against a wall, Grant stole a final look back before he carved a large chunk off of the side of the moose as he left, tossing it back towards where Kaia law stretched. There was really no reason besides her words for him not to, as he had no way of eating the entire moose or preparing it in a short amount of time. Come to think about it, he had killed it explictly to make a point. And having her refuse it would not do. He put the moose back down, then planted a steel toed boot onto it's side and lifted one of the legs. He pulled and twisted until a crackling was heard and the leg bone popped from it's socked, much of the thigh torn off. He sawed and sliced the flesh that still held the leg on, then brought it back, dumping the large drumpstick down infront of her. You keep. He commanded before turning and leaving. Continuing to drag the moose out he brought it over to the mine's workshop a way's off. It was a shame that the freezer would have taken up too much power and that he didn't have sufficient wiring attached to his place yet. Would it really be 'yet', though? Was he going to stay here? Was he going to be self sufficient from the outside world, power included? Probably not, but until then he would make do with what he currently had. He had left the door unlocked the last time he had been there and found most of his stuff still untouched. Hadn't even needed to mark it. Finding a hook on a chain, he hung the moose to bleed out for a bit, hoping there wouldn't be any flies about. Leaving a washpan he found in a bin underneath it, he left to allow the blood to collect, hoping that it wouldn't somehow stain the horns with it's drips. He returned the next day, and days after, to butcher and prepare the meat, though he did not go inside the cave and otherwise kept to his normal schedule.
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So he left, waiting a bit to make sure he wasn't followed, them rubbing one out on the tree he had marked with the bar weeks before, splashing it with his seed before moving on again, wondering what exactly he should do next. Garden to get set up, some wells dug... Really, why was he bothering? He'd deal with it later. He instead took to using trees marked by Kai whenever he needed to answer either call of nature. It was Kai, wasn't it? He was going to need to start talking to her a bit more. See how much she could say, how much she count understand, and if he could teach her some tricks... He might do better ordering her to stick around while he worked or ate. He didn't have the most imaginative food, so he could use the company to make up for it. The meat was... Alright. It dried well and tasted decent, but he didn't have the spices so that he could properly smoke it for later. Really though, it wasn't like he was looking to be a cook. He liked good food of course, none of that tiny French stuff, but good hearty meals. She would like it, though maybe not cooked, and might be able to help find some berries or honey to glaze over it. With the thoughts of honey over her rack and berries being crushed between her lower lips, he jacked off on the same tree outside the mine as earier, before hearing the noise coming and getting zipped back up, arousal hard against his zipper as he moved off to avoid whatever was coming. He thought he might have been seen, but it could be his overactive imagination
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Grant found something new to do, but it grew a bit boring even then. Exhiliration of releasing his load in the woods was refreshing. The crisp air, the cool breeze, it all made it an experience to try again and in different places for it's full effect. He had taken to trying to find the most scent or oldest of the scarred trees throughout the forest, marking them as he got in touch with what his city sensibilities told him was his 'wild side'. As if. He was simply going around the mountains and and trying to find ways to relieve boredom, as he spent another month only occasionally seeing the wolfess, despite having told himself that he was going to start talking to her. Instead he stay out for longer after dark, visiting the old buildings and sites around the area and checking that the supplies were still at the lodge. While returning to his cabin with some canned fruit and vegetables, he thought about how he should check out how his neighbor was doing. He set it aside for the day, going to hunt and fish to make sure that he would have enough to try and show her how to cook meat. Finding the hound out hunting or something when he brought her a doe and a deboned fish, he had some time to think about what to do. Which came to some more revolting things, in anyones books. While he didn't sodomize the doe's corpse, he did find that the deboned fish made a handy sheathe. Using it as some sort of fleshlight, he wiffed in the hound's scent as he jerked himself until he exploded, filling the meat with his seed. Taking off a bandana from his neck, he wiped the sweat from his forehead before using it to wipe off the cum and juices from his cock as he withdrew, careful not to spill. He absentmindly mindly dropped the banadana into her bed as he left, figuring that he would come another time when she had returned, not noticing his musk and testosterone lingering in the air.
Thread: Mountain Man's Best Friend

Had it been a mistake to leave a cum filled fish for Kaia to eat? Probably. It certainly was enjoyable, but he wouldn't imagine what he was supposed to say the next time he asked about the strange, salty flesh. He'd be able to push it off if it he just got to cooking a bit. Or some of those good book series. He had all the time in the world, he might as well use it. Some Russian literature, books on hunts in the jungles of India, on the Great Serengeti, Kitchner, Kipling, King Solomon's Mines... And other things he had picked up at junk sales or at libraries getting rid of donated books that nobody wanted. Determined to later relax outside his cabin, maybe on the roof with a book and drink, he went to his favored spot in the river for one of his infrequent baths. Too cold, though. He got out wondering if some snowpeak had just started melting, then headed back to his cabin with the box of bathing stuff he kept at the river. Along the way, he found that the mirror he kept near the river for shaving had gotten knocked over by something and cracked, meaning that he was going to stay hairy a bit longer. At least it would match the rest of him. His body was built to be bulky. He still had fat of course, but it blended naturally enough for him. The woods had limited his meals somewhat and made him healthier, if only because he ate the vegetables he brought down and had delivered at regular intervals. His nipples were surrounded by hair and hardened by the water and wind. His torso needed a shirt that wouldn't get soaked the moment he put it on, as he usually sundried instead of using a towel. His neck... Grant searched his neck then pockets, cursing as he realised he had lost it, though he didn't think he would want to wear something so dirty ever again. As he got to the cabin he spotted the wolfess barking at his door and scratching it, the bandana off to the side. He didn't know whether to say she was a good girl for bringing it or wonder if she she recognized the salty taste from the fish matched it's scent. Kay, what's the matter?
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She seemed to be acting a lot funnier today. Maybe she was simply scared from his scent, either his cream sprayed over the forest or the soapd he had be using on his body before deciding the water was too cold The sniffing seemed to WHOA! Whatever reason she had for bigging at his crotch seemed to get her tail wagging Ths snout didn't leave yet, so he reached down to scrath her behind the ear, move her away, or simply hold her down until he got something inbetween his pants and underwear so she could lick to his body's contentment. Maybe he could start covering meat or carrots with something to teach her not to bite down. Maybe encoat his penis or his ass so that she could continue her smelling. But then her snout left. Instead she was kneeling before him, eyes pleading, her breasts jiggling as the cold air struck Grant's bare chest, causing him to shudder for.. Well, mostly the cold, but he still got a quivering lower down than his stomache. Mate? How to spin this... Was she asking for if he had cub- children? If he knew of any for her? for him to actually mate with her, in the name of Lucifer, he hoped so. But he couldn't risk it until he was actually sure. He could only imagine the diseases he might get or have some issues inside her ass, cunt, paws... Tits might work... Why don't you come into my den? Grant offered, not going the route of ordering this time as he opened his front door, releasing his concentrated scent of months with limited bathing, his spunk still over some sheets and socks from the weeks before he started jacking in the woods, instead using the porn on his walls for inspiration.
Thread: Mountain Man's Best Friend

Too cute. The camper watched the wolf yip and scan around the room, before dropping her head to sniff the very floor. I'll make some room for ya in a minute. Grant had gotten himself a beer and a bowl, pouring some into it so that Kaia could try a bit before he tried talking about any other wolves in the area. He turned to find pink. A sea of black fur along the curved body, the same scent going off from when he had fucked the fish... But something extra. The vagina was a clear indicator as to what gave off the added kick in the air. Wondering if the beer was that strong, that he was already drunk from just the fumes... No, there would have been more like her, licking out each other in a daisy chain while he used the brushing off their tails to get off I can't give you cubs. Grant took a gulp of the beer before giving in and petting her belly. Shouldn't you find another wolf for that? He slid his knee in between her legs and raised it as he felt the tail along his stomache. Moving the knee back and forth, he stimulated the opening as he cupped a breast, squeezing it as he wondered if the food he brought meant that she thought he was wooing her. And if the deer she originally brought was a sign that she had started doing the same with him. I may be hairy, but I am a bit too different for you. Even my dick would be different from your past mates. He would just take advantage of the time to burn the feel of her into his memory for later recollections.
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Hey, this is for Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls. Try and keep things consistent Name Wolfram Hart Age 42 HeightWeight 6'5 220lb Hair Blond One of many trained at the Temple, Wolfram was originally a Knight of the Temple tasked with working with the monks to maintain the artifacts and prevent the releasing of the dark creatures they contain. However, during one of his missions to retrieve a rumored artifact with the aid of several other knights and a monk, something went wrong. No one was killed and the artifact, the Dagger or Belmoth, a highly venomous blade that distorted those struck by it with agonizing flesh warping, struck Wolfram's arm in the retreival. The arm itself is mostly fine, if having a bit of a mind of its own, but almost twenty years of monastic training with the monks of the Temple has given him both control over it as well as a hefty amount of studied knowledge on the various artifacts stored within the Temple.
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Name Hoki Age 56 HeightWeight 5'6120 lb hair he's bald Hoki was born in the temple, and trained with the many monks there. He finds great peace through cleaning, especially the simple sweeping motion of a broomstick, and has developed a unique fighting style using his wooden broom. As the unofficial chief custodian of the Temple, the place is now cleaner than it has ever been.
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Name Zato Age 70 HeightWeight 5'8138lb Hair gray Zato is an older monk, blind from birth. While it may seem to the younger members that he was always there, he used to travel in his younger days, spreading their wisdom, and has considered going on another pilgrimage. He is usually found meditating or enjoying the spirits the temple produces, and is a fountain of wisdom for other members. Because he is blind, he has learned to get around quite well using a cane or his hands though doing the latter has gotten him into awkward situations with the females. His cane also has a hidden sword blade, and he's an expert at using it, even in his old age.
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Name Morr Age 41 Height 7'1 Hair Completely hairlessany and all burnt off A stern, hardened veteran of many battles, Morr has started his journey to perpetrate justice as he deems true. A widower, his child and wife died in the onslaught of those who would be deemed villains and monsters, taking all of his hopes and dreams for a better future, turning him into a bitter knight who still desperately tries to cling to a self-made code of honor, which, as he must realize, does not hold truth for him any longer, he has come to the Temple of the Great Falls to perhaps yet gain an answer to where his quest shall take him, for merely punishing anyone who perpetrated injustice could not be enough to justify one's existence.
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Name Arngeirr Age 73 HeightWeight 6'2200lbs Hair black but is shaved bald Arngeirr is a wizened old man, even amid the other monks. He preaches wisdom and the slowly-but-surely method of solving problems. He spends much of his time practicing meditation and various striking and grappling techniques. Arngeirr believes that one can only truly be at peace with one's self when they are in perfect harmony with their bodies and physical prowess. He is stern, but gentle and kind, and is not easy to anger.
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Name Brother Dowjin Age 35 Description A muscular and scarred man, middle aged, with white hair. Bio He hails from the eastern wastes, and upon hearing about the holy order of monks decided to protect them and the secrets they kept safe. Unlike many of the other monks, he actually uses weapons and armor, however because of this he is sometimes considered less pure than the others. He makes up for this by valiantly protecting the temple master with his life. aimsgoals Protect the temple's secrets. Protect the temple master. Teach enlightenment to all who visit.
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Name Brother Vernasus. Age 38 HeightWeight 6'5 and 220lbs Hair Shaved head. Bio Brother Vernasus was left at the doorsteps of the temple as a small child and knows nothing of life outside it's walls. He has found his calling at the Forbidden Temple as a simple beekeeper. He lives to protect the hive.
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Hey, we switched over to monks monking monks for profiles. Can you copy and paste that there please?
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Name Leonard Age 36 HeightWeight 6'2 prx. 235 lbs. Hair What's left is graying brown. Wracked with disease and ailments, from a broken, unhealed knee, to Consumption, Leonard is a decaying husk of a man. Antisocial in part due to his poor state of health, he is none the less a kind person who will hobble to his post before the sun rises, and is almost always the last person on watch. He takes his role as guardian of the Monastary with the utmost severity, and spends most of his free-time in prayer, or fitful sleep. Whatever is in his past is bad enough that sleep is fleeting, and without good rest he cannot fight off even the most basic of diseases, and it takes all of the Monks healing medicines to keep him from simply falling apart like a dried out mummy. Leonard has a fully bandaged face treated with herbs and medicines that keep him from spreading his fetid sicknesses. Because of the constant, intensive care he receives, he is well versed in medicine, and can do basic first aid, no matter how primitive or ad-hoc it is. Leonard is almost always bare-chested, his scars and tattoos of a distant life of military service on display, although his humble and stand-offish attitude make them anything but proud. He favors a Broadsword and Kite shield, and is just as dangerous with the shield as he is with a blade.
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Added it to my first post but just so people might notice it here it is again Forgot to mention Father Seamus is Dead and a Ghost. sometimes he is in-phase some times he is not, He is also unaware of this. If the ghost part does not fit I will drop it just let me know. I just though playing a ghost priest coming to terms with his condition would be differentfun. And I think I just accidentally deleted my Char Bio Take two Father Seamus Age 86 height 6' 1'' Slavers killed his love he killed slavers he returns to the temple after a 50 year journey is a ghost WIll spruce backup again latter
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Name 'Swiftbeak' Age 28 HeightWeight 4'8 at shoulder length is 8'10, wingspan approx. 20 feet from tip-to-tip when fully extended and laid flat. Hair or more accurately, furfeathers Chestnut brown feathers with sandy brown fur. Description This strange chimera is a hybrid of eagle and lion taloned forelimbs, feathered chest and head with a sharp, hooked beak, wings of tremendous size, and leonine hindquarters. Much of his body is hidden beneath the bulky coat of his feathers, but his rear half bears the wirey muscle one would expect of a big cat, and when he moves on the ground it is typically with a plodding and deliberate gait indicatve of great strength, but at a pace well at odds with his agile, speedy flight. His beak is a faded grey color and his talons long, hooked and black not being a natural creature it is hard to determine much from his appearance alone, as there is no contemporary to compare him to, but a lack of wounds and scars indicates this creature has not seen much combat. A tattered leather strap is wound around its mid-section, keeping a small satchel tucked securely beneath his right wing the assembly is tight-fitting but haggered, clearly taken from something else rather than made specifically for this purpose, and the satchel itself is branded with a knightly symbol. Bio It calls itself 'Swiftbeak', and when questioned on this will only say it's as fitting a name as any. It has rarely been seen, let alone spoken to, until recently, as a series of outposts leading to the Temple have seen its wings cast their shadow overhead. Strangely, it has made a point to fly over each of those outposts in turn, almost as if using them as a guide this must surely be coincidence, for otherwise it would indicate some knowledge of the Guard. It may be furtive, or simply not have had opportunity to expound on its history certainly, few would be willing to sit down and talk with such a creature. Its like has not been seen before its existance is unnatural, that much is certain, and for it to come to the Temple would surely be suicide for anything of demonic intent. What past it has will likely have to be taken straight from the gryphon's beak there is no hearsay or record of its life to go upon, and it has only now set off for the Temple of the Great Falls. I know it's short, but I wanted to save some of the mystery for in-character. If you have any questions or concerns though, let me know I've tried to give a few vague hints at his nature here, and hopefully they fall in line with what Wolfram and the players suggested. I'll wait for a thumbs-up before posting in the thread, at least!
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Welcome to the game, Swiftbeak. Head over to the IC when you're ready.
Thread: Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

Name Sister Vanessa brown Age30 Looks Bio She knows from the stares the others give her that they do not fully trust her for she wont give them her full past. Her family was killed due to the fact she had an uncle who sold his soul to the devil and he was the one who wanted her as a bride and killing her family. she killed him before he could force her into marry him and took off not too long after that. she does not tell people how her family died just that she found them that way. She lives in the temple as the cook for she knows how to cook just about anything . She also has a habit of singing while she cooks.