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Thread: Hypothetically Speaking

Dr Ashelin Leann. So, the sign plate read. Jarrod Cross arrived at the Psychotherapists offices, and unknotted the mauve and white neck-tie he wore with his pale blue silk shirt, and two-thousand dollar grey Armani suit. It had only been a short walk for the thirty-three year old man with shortish light brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and athletic body of one who regularly played tennis and squash, from the downtown office where he ran a one-man stock consulting business, and kept his own hours. He'd whistled the entire way. For a man who was supposedly depressed, Jarrod was in a good mood, however he deliberately changed his apparent demeanour by curling his lips down into a scowl, rubbing his eyes with his palms to redden the irises, and roughly mussing the hair on his scalp until each strand stood up straight, before he pushed through the entrance door. Thanks. Jarrod mumbled to the secretary after she'd taken his name, pointed out Dr Leann's office, and told him to go right on in. It might have been unusual for patients, but he was looking forward to this appointment, and meeting the shrink face-to-face. Attractive, which was a must, intelligent and experienced enough to assist with his issues, from the references he'd reviewed. Or, at least a woman he could engage in conversation, without fear of arrest or reprisal. You see, it wasn't as if Jarrod suffered a condition that he was looking to be cured, or required psychological intervention, just some additional excitement. A woman couldn't be raped every week. Five victims in the past year each a young woman attacked in her own home, none of them shown a shred of remorse or empathy, some of the attacks having gone on for hours. Each new crime had gained further space, and larger screaming headlines on the front pages of the newspapers, and led the evening news bulletins for weeks. However, despite the media attention and a massive manhunt, the authorities had yet to make an arrest. Damn it, Jarrod hadn't even been questioned! Not that he'd expected to be he had no record, nor prints on file, and had never come to the notice of authorities, but still! After the fourth, the man had considered leaving some clues to taunt them with, but quickly rejected the idea. Although the Police were stupid, and it'd probably take them another year to catch on, they eventually would, and prison held no attraction he'd prefer to be a rapist than a rapee. That's when the idea occurred to him. A psychologist, bound to the ethics of her profession, and unable to reveal to the authorities any information in regards to past criminal activity. Someone he could return to again and again. Jarrod had to keep from grinning as he pushed open the door, and shuffled into the office. His eyes, which were cast to the floor, slowly lifted, and he forced a smile at the woman who occupied it, and looked exactly like the one in the photographs he'd downloaded. I'm Jarrod Cross, and I hope you can help me. He spoke as he averted his gaze from her to survey the room, wondering if there was a sofa he should lay on. Last edited Jun 20, 2018
Thread: Stumbling into Madness |Lagertha x Mountain Zaki|

Asmodeus stood tall as Regina walked through the portal. He was a tall creature, seven feet tall at least if not more. He was massive in side, his chest muscular and strong like a wall. His skin seemed to be made out of red tendrils rather than flesh and his green eyes glared at her as the portal closed behind her. The surroundings were bleak and blasted wasteland there seemed to be no greenry around anywhere, no sign of life. Just dust, ash and fire. It was also an eerie silent, no hustle and bustle of nature or man, just the silence, like the silence of death. Ah, a worthy prize....a fine slave for my collection. the demon bellowed out, his voice booming like thunder as he reached out towards her, his tendrils wrapping around her wrists and ankles so she could not flee. More tendrils emerged from his body and began to tear at her clothes until they were ripped from her body and she as nude or just barely covered in shreds. Tell me your name, mortal. He spoke a firm command as what could only be described as a tongue emerged from his mouth and slowly licked her cheek, marking her with his saliva and claiming her as his own.
Thread: Stumbling into Madness |Lagertha x Mountain Zaki|

Regina was running from the voice that had startled her, and the frozen room in time. She had thought maybe the portal was just all in her imagination, that perhaps what ever awaited her on the other side would not wish to harm her. Then Regina went over all the times they had tried summoning a demon, conjuring a spirit to no avail. To Regina's surprise she stumbled into a dry wasteland, knocking into a large body and falling on her ass. Her breathing was shaky, and she looked at a beast that could only be described as a demon from the bible she mocked. Not only that, but her only exist vanished in a matter of seconds, trapping her in this plane. Regina froze, looking at the beast as he spoke. Each word he bellowed made her bones rattle and her wince. She had to be having a nightmare, there was no way something like this could even be possible? Then the crazy thing happened. The tendrils she had seen pooling out from the portal just moments ago were rippling off his skin and came to entrap her writs and ankles. Regina could have fled before then, but fear had caused her to freeze, and now she had no option of running. What was worse was the fact her clothes were shredded, causing the girl to shriek in surprise, her pale flesh being exposed to him. Large breasts, small waist, large birthing hips, and a ass hidden on the ground. Not to mention the neat hair that sat on top her virgin mound. Her legs were closed together and her shoulders bunched up. No! Regina refused when the beats called, asking for her name. Let me go you foul demon! Let me return home! She had been frightened of Hitler, the impending army, keeping her cousin and elderly family safe and now...now she was frightened of this creature. A place she had wished to escape from, was now a place she wished to go home to. Regina flinched away from his tongue as it hit her cheek, no doubt she probably tasted sweet to the demon.
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Thread: ☢A World on the Brink☢ ::[Haru|Dreaming]::

Hell saw the ogre turning away and was about to snap his bow up and take a shot when a large black form came bolting from the underbrush and charged the sylvan brute. What the...?! he growled, then noting the black shape was a huge feline of some sort, a tiger it looked like, though such a beast would be unusual. Catching more movement from the corner of his eye, he saw the stag drop and his sword was half-drawn when he felt the steel at his neck. Hell silently cursed his luck. The only one able to get the drop on him in an environment like this would be an elf, and as he rotated his head to the side a little that is exactly what he saw. A she-elf, and quite breathtaking from what little he could see. The small creature about her neck growled and spat a little and Hell slowly let his grip on the hilt of his greatsword loosen so that the blade slid back into the sheath. Raising his hands a bit, palms open to show he was not armed, the man spoke. I shot the stag for food, but only wounded it. I was tracking it to do just as you said, and not have it suffer, when I ran across that ogre. he told her, seeing no reason to lie about things. He had nothing to hide. As far as what I'm doing here, I was on an airship headed West, to the Salvation Sea. It was shot down, likely by elves. I'm the only survivor. I gathered what supplies I could, but I still need to eat. That was why I was hunting the stag. he explained, already weighing his options. He knew that if shit went bad that he'd have a tough time beating the she-elf and her tiger and whatever that thing was around her neck. Hell sighed. I suppose I should thank you then, for putting down that stag. I am sorely hungry. Maybe we should introduce ourselves and see about coexisting peacefully? I really don't want to cause any trouble here. he said, again telling the truth. Even if he got in a tussle with the girl, and her pets, and won.... he'd be hunted by others and his chances of surviving would practically be nil.
Thread: ☢A World on the Brink☢ ::[Haru|Dreaming]::

The first thing she noted about humans, they were excessively talkative. While he went on about what brought him to elven lands Shara went about precisely cutting the leather strap that held his great sword. Carefully, she yanked the damn thing away from his person wanting to silently curse at how damn heavy it was. Once she fully got her hands on it, she tossed it aside before putting some distance between them. Shara stalled for a second now that she could take the sight of the human in fully. Now she did not expect him to be so attractive. For as long as she remembered her mother had spoken about humans as if they were repulsive, disgusting and destructive. So she made sure to disarm him and that was why her eyes were shamelessly looking over the entirety of his body. The last thing she expected was for her breath to catch in her throat and her eyes to stare for a bit longer than necessary. Luckily, Asim showed up on the scene putting Chizbos growling to complete and utter shame. Even some of the woodland creatures scattered from the area in terror as the large bulking feline stood tall beside Shara. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end and the growl rumbled deep and low. It took Sharas open palm to silence him and he sat back on his haunches an annoyed expression on his features. He eyed the man ready to attack at any moment not approving of being silenced like that. Beside him, Shara inhaled deeply weighing her options. The ogre had been chased off, the stag needed to be cleaned and taken care of, and now there was a human proclaiming he got shot down from his airship by a couple of elves. As her brow knit together she ran a hand through her long black hair as she looked at the man before her obviously mentally deciding his fate. I am sorry, there is no way I would coexist with the likes of a human, she said her words harsh but direct. It was how it should be, humans and elves were not meant to live in peace and harmony together. Still, Shara did not quite understand why she had to believe such a thing, he seemed normal enough. It was just a bonus that he was easy on the eyes. Here, she stated before pulling an apple from the pack attached to her hip and tossed it to him. I am taking the stag, find food somewhere else, she explained with a tone that would not accept any means of argument. From her pack, she yanked out some tightly woven rope that shed tie the stag with so Asim could drag the beast back to the village. The whole time Shara was clueless to the killer intent emitting from Asim because she was so lost in her thoughts. On the assumption that their confrontation was over she turned to make her way to the Stag. Chizbo curled himself back up around her neck his tail swishing back and forth happily. With her back to the human, Asim stayed rooted in place ready to attack the second the human made a move that could cause harm to Shara.
Thread: ☢A World on the Brink☢ ::[Haru|Dreaming]::

Hell was unsure what she was doing at first, until he felt the weight of his sword suddenly leave him. Hey...! he said in surprise, and his eyes narrowed as she managed to toss the sword to the side. Adhaereat would not simply let anyone wield it, and luckily the she-elf didn't pull the blade from the scabbard. He'd have a hard time explaining that to her kin. As she moved, Hell observed her, staying tight-lipped now. He was taller than she was by several inches, and probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds. He knew she was not to be underestimated, and he'd not have fought her even if she hadn't shown up with her 'companions'. For all he knew another few dozen sets of eyes watched them from the cover of the forest. Then came her statement about not coexisting with humans. Hell almost snorted. She already coexisted with humans, whether she wanted to believe it or not. Catching the apple that she tossed to him, Hell eyed the bow where he'd dropped it, and lifted the fruit to take a bite. At least if it was poisoned he'd give her the satisfaction of watching him die right there on the spot. In truth, it was a show of trust, and Hell chewed the sweet fruit, letting the juices run into his short dark beard. As she said she'd be taking the stag he felt his heart sink. That only meant he'd have to hunt another one, and then she went about grabbing some rope. By now Hell had eaten about half the apple and he moved toward Adhaereat , hoping to retrieve the weapon before anyone got hurt. The soft green and yellow glows near the hilt told him the materia stones were still in place, and that she hadn't tried to take them. That was a relief. Bending to grab the sword, Hell felt himself driven to the ground suddenly, the hot breath of her beast on his skin, and he snarled and struck backward as best he could, though he found he couldn't see, his vision blocked for some reason, and then a searing pain in his leg caused him to cry out. The beast was off him then and he tried to stand, but his leg gave out under him, and he collapsed back to the forest floor and onto his back. Adhaereat was just out of reach now, and Hell blinked, the vision in one eye exceptionally blurry, and he felt woozy, the forest canting dangerously to one side as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Thread: ☢A World on the Brink☢ ::[Haru|Dreaming]::

In truth, the injuries inflicted on Hell would have been somewhat superficial. The claw had raked down his face, from forehead and down his cheek to his jaw. The wound, being a head wound, had bled profusely, blood staining the grass beneath him, and a huge flap of sin pulled away from his skull. It looked horrific, but was not life threatening in the least. The beast had missed his eye and had not drug that claw far enough down his neck. It was the bite to the leg that was more worrisome. The fangs of the beast had punctured his thigh, and one had come close to puncturing his femoral artery. Luckily that too had escaped injury but the puncture was deep and Hell bled badly. Enough that he'd lapsed into unconsciousness. The wounds were bound and that stopped the bleeding, but the trek to wherever she was taking him was not something that Hell would remember. The human would only vaguely remember being tended to, and being gazed down upon by several sets of elven eyes. When he did awaken he could see an elven female , dressed in the robes of a healer, and sleeping in a chair at the foot of his bed. His armor had been removed and he realized with a start that he was nude beneath the blankets. His right eye was covered and a dull throbbing ache could be felt all through his face. His leg was numb and he couldn't feel a thing, but he remembered. His eyes narrowed at the large black feline blocking the exit. You... he said, not at all pleased to see the beast and his eyes cast about the room for Adhaereat . The large broad-bladed sword was leaning in one corner and Hell knew better than to reach for it, but kept his gaze locked on the cat. Propping himself up as he was though, he soon grew tired and laid back down on his back with a little groan. Water. he finally managed to say, hoping that someone would hear him. His throat was dry and he felt like he could drink a whole pitcher.
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After a long night, that required Shara to run a multitude of errands for the healers getting them supplies, materials and whatever else they required, she couldn't sleep a wink. No, she stayed awake the entirety of the time worried the human would not wake no matter how many times she'd been reassured. So upon the moment he had awoken Shara was standing out on her balcony letting the cool air keep her heavy eyelids remain open. Today, she looked much different from the huntress the human had seen. Her hair had been turned into a long side swept braid with intricate details and she wore a dress that barely stayed upon her shoulders and had a long plunging neckline to her navel. It was a beautiful white gown with a sheer looking fabric that concealed everything beneath. This was her punishment, she was to meet with Alvaro upon her mother's request. If she disobeyed the human would be left for dead and Shara would never allow that. So she moved about the room going to the glass pitcher on her dresser and poured him a glass of water. Here, she spoke in a weary voice. Her appearance may have shown grace and the true elven beauty many revered but her face showed the exhaustion she felt. Drink it slowly, she instructed him gently lifting his head with her arm so he did not need to worry about choking as she brought a glass of water to his lips. Seems you are feeling better today, she spoke a little smile spreading across her lips in relief. Shara honestly thought he was dead, but she knew nothing about humans. There had just been so much blood, she panicked. One thing she did notice was the tension in the room between the human as her companion Asim. That smile instantly faded as she let out a heavy sigh. Asim, she growled in a sharp tone. The large beast huffed unhappily in response as he curled up on the floor before the door. He'll do nothing to you, I promise, she explained before asking,Is there anything else I can do for you? Beneath her skirts, Chizbo played with the fabric bounding around the room with more energy than necessary. He soon leapt onto the bed and made his way onto the human's chest staring down at the strange creature, face to face with him. Instantly, Shara couldn't help but snicker. Chizbo, leave the poor man alone, she spoke trying to contain the laughter as her little furry friend scrunched up his nose and leapt off of the bed to go bother the incredibly grumpy Asim.
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The sound of the feminine voice cut through the fog and Hell relaxed a little as he saw the elf girl from before. Elf woman really, he was sure she was much older than she looked. Probably older than his parents, or even his grandparents. She brought water though and he would drink slowly, just as she indicated. Thank you. he said, feeling much better and able to speak without feeling like he was going to throw up. He nodded at her question. I really could use with something to eat. You took my stag you know. I haven't eaten in two days, more depending on how long I was out. The little... whatever it was... sat on his chest a moment and Hell made a face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes. Your friend over there doesn't like me much. he said, nodding toward the big cat. He needs to relax. Hell said, and then looked back to the elf girl. I never got your name. Mine's Hellyot. Hellyot Ancellar. My friends just call me Hell. I would say it is nice to meet you, but I'm not sure of that yet. I figure you're keeping me alive just to kill me at your leisure. You know, the civilized elven way. Hell joked. He figured if h was right and they were going to kill him anyway, or torture him for information, he might as well give them a little bit of his namesake.