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Thread: Cries of War // FallenNinja & Cyanide

The elf could feel the cold pressure of a table at her back, the edges of her armour digging painfully into her sides. She didn't wish to open her eyes, perhaps she was sleeping after a practice with her men? Perhaps they had gotten a good hit in. But as the warmth of her metal skin was peeled off of her, she realized this could not be the case. Fragile fingers took off the armour piece by piece. Slowly revealing the tiny frame of the elven woman dressed in thin leathers that looked more exotic and rich than anything the most skilled human could find. Y'er name? The body attached to the fragile fingers asked. The warrior merely grunted at her, feeling exposed and small laying atop a table. Her hips and chest were bound tightly with leather straps, giving her the more masculine form that her brothers have. The old woman seemed awed by her appearance, she noted mentally as she laid there. But soon got over it once she realized she was still bleeding out. There was a long gash across her shoulder that tore both the leather straps and clothing she had worn under her plate. No noise left the woman as a healing salve was placed into the crater of her shoulder, an action that made hardened soldiers cry for their mothers. Her nostrils flared, but she laid still. Yet still the woman felt shamed. She was useless to act, her blade long gone, her dagger-- Her dagger! The elf tried to hide the smile that seeped into her mind. She could still escape back to her home but her eyes flicked to the male who carried her there. He was an imposing figure physically, but she knew given the chance in that battle, she could have killed him. Yer name elf, or ye' dun' talk our language? The woman prodded as she stuck her fingers into the cut across her shoulder. A small spasm crossed the elf's chest and she knew --even if it was unwillingly-- she owed the woman her name. It was custom. Lynniera, the warrior spoke, gritting her teeth slightly. Although she was not only a warrior, but in pain her voice was soft and smooth like a morning rain.
Thread: Cries of War // FallenNinja & Cyanide

Cicero was watching the Elf like a hawk as the healing lady removed her armour piece by piece. He'd be lying if some part of him was not hoping to find that there was nothing more beneath the armour than the Elf's bare flesh, but he wasn't surprised to see the clothes that she wore beneath them. He'd seen them before from the corpses of other Elves that they'd managed to take down in battle. He sighed as he saw the gash in her shoulder, thinking that it was he who'd wounded her so. He swallowed and wondered if she had any other scars, but kept his thoughts to himself. The healing lady was a tough old crone, and despite her obvious trepidation about treating an Elf, she wasn't letting it get in the way of her craft, as she applied her salves, prodding the wound and then bandaging it once she'd managed to pry the same of the Elf from her. Lynniera. It was the only word that he'd heard her speak, but it seemed to speak volumes about her. Cicero tensed his jaw as he watched the woman bandage the wound, amazed that the Elf had barely flinched through the entire treatment, while around them, grown men were letting out gasps and moans for treatments far less serious than this. Cicero. That's my name. You'll be coming with me to the capital. He said, arms folded in front of him as he watched her, barely blinking. Only half out of caution, and the rest was because he found it difficult to look away from her, her presence demanding his attention, both as a warrior of peerless skill, and as a woman unlike any he'd ever seen before. He gave himself a mental shake and risked a glance around his surroundings, to check where his men were, and whether or not there were horses he could use to transport his new prisoner.
Thread: Cries of War // FallenNinja & Cyanide

Lynniera tilted her head slightly at the sound of a voice, her elongated ears not allowing her to tilt her head completely. Unlike some representations of the elves, their ears were not a foot long and elegant, they were perhaps five inches longer than a humans and pointed at the end. Lynniera's left ear in particular was missing a large chunk near the tip, leaving one of the marks of beauty among elves mangled and scarred. Her eyes darted to the others around her, now that the bleeding had stopped she felt less like she was in a bubble. From where she lay she could make out each and every face in the room, something remarkable to humans. She seemed indifferent as she gazed around, counting how many were there silently. Too many. Her chance would have to come later. Finally the woman tilted her face up to him, with the new lighting, one would be able to see a long scar that ran from the left corner or her mouth --naturally flushes red-- to trail down between her breasts, hidden by her leathers. Other scars littered her exposed flesh, but only the one marred her face. Saying nothing to his introduction, she used her good arm to sit up. Even as the old lady pushed down against her. Lynniera growled at the woman as she dug her fingers into the wound, but brushed her off easily. She made no move to run, merely sitting up on the working table and glancing around at the wounded in the room. You waste time with me, they are your kin. Help them. She said, her voice direct and commanding, even as her face paled from her movements. Lynniera regarded the male, eying him up and down for a long moment. Were her arm not useless she would have told him to watch whom he spoke to. In her culture men were inferior to women because of their lack of magical talents. Not to say the men had no magic, some men could wield it efficiently and they would join the 'sisterhood', but be forced to give up their masculinity which many would willingly. She had questions for the male who saved her life, many questions, but instead of announcing them then and there Lynniera merely awaited for the next 'order'.
Thread: The Lynx's request thread

Updated likes and plots
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I like your lynx picture it's so cute and adoreable and good luck with your rp search thread.
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I am new here but I would be interested to start some of the plots
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Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Monica Foster Karel Delamarcis Karel's mood changed often. Today he was in a...oriental mood of sorts. Hence, he opted for his new slave-toy to be dressed in a marvellous cheongsam that showed off her curves in a way no other dress could, arm gloves and thigh-high stockings truly painting a tart image as his prisoner came to his view, arms handcuffed and a red ball stuffed right at her mouth, ball-gagged to his preferences. She struggled briefly as she was pushed into the lounge room, thrown face first onto the carpet as they took their leave. Good evening, milady. he said, softly kneeling down to her level. He stroked her hair so farily, hands immediately opting to grasp her left breast, squeezing very passionately, stroking her nub. Mhmm...supple and pert. Just right! The slave, Monica, had defaulted on her high-risk mortgage. The only way she could pay off a good three-quarters of her debt? Her body. So much lust he had for her that he paid a price that was enough to make her gasp just to own her entirely. Tell me, slave, how was the drive here?
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Monica did not want to be here- at all. She thought that she was just coming in to work for her mortgage broker as a whore in his 'side buisseness', however when she arrived there, she was told to dress in a very oriental-garb. After she had dressed in the clothing that they had demanded, she was quickly grabbed, her arms forced behind her back and cuffed, and a large ball gag stuffed in her mouth. She was brought to an unknown place. On the way to said place, they explained to her that this would be permanent. Her anger washed over her as she was brought out of the van and brought into a very large building. She was 'escorted' to a lounge looking room, fighting the men the whole time. She was then thrown onto the ground in front of a very wealthy looking man. As she looked up, she felt an instant pressure on her left breast, it was so sudden that she couldn't help but let a small moan slip. Mmhmm... She cut herself, looking up angrily at the man at his comment. She was angered even more at the question. Mheet meeh ouuuht! Let me out She tried to say, but it just came out miserably int eh form of a few, barely comprehend able groans. That OK?
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Don't be so quick to think you're free from debt. You said you wanted to pay some other way, right? Racking up a default on a mortgage of 30,000 not even your job as a secretary could earn that back up! With the market crash she had lost her job, foreclosing on her mortgage with a sizable debt. Unable to fork over 30,000 she had no choice but to 'work her debt out' in a way that was left to a girl with such a gorgeous body prostitution. But what she didn't know was that the 'term' of her service was approximately 40 years. In short, for the rest of her natural life, until when she was atleast 68. Forcing her to her feet, he turned her to face him, eying that extremely hateful glare. You look gorgeous when you're mad. he said, undoing one of the straps at the left, dangerously close to showing her breasts. She wore no bra and a soft black lingerie silk panties, her full breasts so well kept within the dress. You'll be my property for a long time, so just try to get used to it, okay? he asked, softly pulling her left breast out, kissing and suckling her nipples before he pushed her aside. Bend over on that table. he said, pointing to it as he took a paddle, among the other sex toys he left there. I command you.
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Nothing in her life had even come close to the anger she was feeling toward the man right then. She had known that her mortgage had been large, but at no point did she think that something like this would happen because she was fired. All of her records had been changed, saying that she had permenatly moved to Europe, just to make sure no one followed her trail. The man's power forced her up, her look at him still a deathly glare that would chill the bones of any normal person. Uhuck eww she muttered from under the gag as he pulled her breast out and played with it for a moment. She was about to try and yell something at him, when there was a push at her arm enough to send her to the floor, her face curled with a small ammount of pain. As she opened her eyes again, she saw him pointing at a table and gave her a command. With some effort she got up and proceeded to do so, slightly scared of what he would do if she didn't.
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Front pressing against the table, he then lifted up the skirt portion, revealling sexy, black silk thong. Of course, the darker shade at her pussy lips did not escape his attention, stroking gratuitously. Before that, he then spanked her buttcheeks. Squeal for me! Squeal! he said, slapping her butt cheeks, the thong she wore giving him an eyeful as he spanked her cheeks a good rosy red. Afterwards, he then forced her to the floor, tying her arms up further, so that her arms pressed each other so very closely. Tying up her wrists, he then removed the handcuffs as she was put to a hogtie , her legs pulled up towards her wrists, joined together. Walking a few steps out, he then looked down at his hogtied victim. Come on! Come to daddy! Come on!
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

She felt the cloth on her ass slowly lift up, and she revived a light stroking to her womanhood. As she was turning her head to see what was happening, she felt a painful blow to one of her cheeks, causing her to let out a light sound indicating her pain. Mmf! She then felt another Mmf! And another, and another, with each one becoming progressively more painful due to the soreness. There were a few tears in her eye when he finished, and when she was going to try and say something again. Unfortunately, though, she could not complete the motion as a powerful force quickly threw her down, and before she could react, due to shock, her arms were bound tight together, quite painfully. She felt the cold metal of the handcuffs slide off of her as she made slight noises out of pain. The cold metal's pain was soon replaced by ropes that pulled her feet up to her arms, forcing her into a painful hogtie, which made it hard to move, and pressed her breasts against the ground, while her pussy was placed in fully view. She heard his voice, she looked up angrily, seeing him beacon to her. Being in this vulnerable position, she decided to comply and tried to make her way to him, quite painfully. She could only more a little bit at a time, and with great difficulty, but sliding herself across the floor. When she finally got to him, she looked up with a scornful shine in her eye.
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Watching her writhe, squirm and struggle closer made him cheer her on just to humiliate her. Come on! Get going! Come on, Come on! That's right! he teased, making it seem as if she was some kind of pet. Which, in his eyes, she was a simple toy for him to use as he saw fit. Panting with her chest rising, he untied her ankles and forced her up, grasping her breasts and pinching the rough area where her nipples were. Grasping her chin, he held out his hand at a thin line of drool from the center of her mouth. Look at this drool. You look like some kind of a retard. he joked, smearing it all over her cheeks and pinching her lips, forcing the flow to spill out softly. Now, she would start drooling bit by bit, with nothing to stop it. Pushing and pulling her, he softly led her to his couch, where he rested with her above him sitting, his fingers wandering and fondling her private bits, poking at her pussy, spreading out her clit and massaging each lip before the other hand softly poked, massaged and groped her supple and exposed left breasts. My...these are natural aren't they? he asked demeaningly, truly abusing and debasing her value as a human!
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

She hated this feeling, it was gnawing away at her. He was treating her like an animal, an incest even, just squirming along on the ground for his amusement. When she finally reached him, she was not even allowed a moment of rest. His heavy hand quickly lifted her up with him, where she recived a strong groping in her breasts and the area on the outside of her dress where her nipples were under. Oooukh! She mumbled, before he began playing with her face and messing with her saliva. He used his fingers to rub her own saliva all over her face. The wetness only made her face turn red and make her go silent. Her drool kept steadily dripping down her, only to further her sense of shame and sadness. Before she knew it, she was lead to the couch. She was forced into a position on top of the man that she found quite uncomfortable. As he was touching and feeling all over her. She started struggling a bit out of enbaressment. Meeeeht meeah gao! She forced out of her mouth, a thin line of drool slowly dripping down her face. His comment only help to solidify that she was only a toy for him.
Thread: Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

Fingers continued to greedily stroke, poke and thrust, slowly bringing her to orgasm as his fondling continued. Just how long could she hold out before her body would take it to auto-pilot and have her orgasm entirely? Her mind wills, but the body rebels! And judging from her reactions, her body was just craving more, to feel his fingers continue to stroke until she reaches orgasm and release. You say you don't want this, but my you sure are quite hot struggling like this! he remarked, softly stroking and pinching her left nipple. Over time, her arousal began to build up, an even he was surely anticipating as her struggles became more intensive and her breathing shallower. Yes..yes...keep struggling! he stated, noticing her pussy sliding in the direction of his hand, almost as if...she intended for him to continue. Slowly bringing her to the natural high, her head cocked back he pinched her nipple, just the drive needed for her to completely orgasm
Thread: Naga's current craving Daddy/Daughter

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Thread: 'Tis Better Characters

Name Amozabel Blackheart Age 23 Gender Male Sexual preference Bisexual Race Anthro wolf Image Height Weight 6' 1 120 lbs Bio Amozabel has been a street kid from the start. His parents abandoned him in Kyell, thinking he would be killed because he was seen as a monster among humans. They thought he was a runt. They were wrong beyond all measures he is nothing even close to a runt. Far from if. He had to do something with his life, and still make a living though. So, he became an Assasin, using his clever mind, keen senses and reflexes, and strength to his advantage.
Thread: Fellow Bastion players?

Hey so I am looking around to see if anyone on here has played or knows of the game Bastion by super giant games. I just finished it for the first time a few hours ago and loved it.
Thread: Fellow Bastion players?

I have played some of it, but did not got very far by no fault of its own. Like many gamers, I am suffering from Too Much Too Fast. SPAZ, Dead Island, Sims 3 Pets, MM Clash of Heroes. And now DC Universe is free to play must... resist... urge..., LA Noire Steam, can you please let me preload this 16 GB game?!, and the biggest one of them all is coming out in days. TES V Skyrim. As my sig hints, I won't be available the weekend of 11-11-11. All of this is a shame really. What I have played I enjoyed but never got around to it.
Thread: Fellow Bastion players?

I'm so pumped for Skyrim. Sadly, I haven't even heard of Bastion. What's it like? Also - 11-11-11 is my birfday. 3 So uber excited.
Thread: Fellow Bastion players?

--Hahvoc Requiem-- said I'm so pumped for Skyrim. Sadly, I haven't even heard of Bastion. What's it like? Also - 11-11-11 is my birfday. 3 So uber excited. Click to expand... It looks kinda zelda like and you have multiple kinds of weapons. The world is destroyed and you need to rebuild it... I THINK. Like I mentioned, I have not got much through it. But what really makes it interesting is the narrator. He dynamically says like he is telling a story what your character is doing or being done to him. For example, if he is bashing a lot of stuff the unseen narrator might say, Our hero goes on a rampage for no particular reason.
Thread: Fellow Bastion players?

PatricioINTP said --Hahvoc Requiem-- said I'm so pumped for Skyrim. Sadly, I haven't even heard of Bastion. What's it like? Also - 11-11-11 is my birfday. 3 So uber excited. Click to expand... It looks kinda zelda like and you have multiple kinds of weapons. The world is destroyed and you need to rebuild it... I THINK. Like I mentioned, I have not got much through it. But what really makes it interesting is the narrator. He dynamically says like he is telling a story what your character is doing or being done to him. For example, if he is bashing a lot of stuff the unseen narrator might say, Our hero goes on a rampage for no particular reason. Click to expand... The game is only about 7 hours long if you play through just the story mode. The game itself is nothing new, all you do is run around levels defeating enemies and gathering sharpsmoney to upgrade your weaponsThere are ten different weapons. But like PatricioINTP said its the narrator that makes it awesome. The creator melded the story into the game in a unique way. The guy will pock fun at you if you fall off the edge of the world to many times but then if you get through a hard part with taking no damage he will make note of that. For example there are two areas you can go into and its just wave after wave of enemies that get harder and harder so like an arena but they make you want to eat it because after each wave the narrator will give you a piece of your history or one of the other characters history. I think I spent more time in those arena's trying to beat the waves with weapons that needed huge upgrades then in the actual story. Also when you beat the game there are two endings so even if you choose one you can go back and play the story plus mode which just throws in a few new things. I love the idea since it means I will find new things even though my main aim will be to beat it and get to see the other ending. Also there is a temple that you build which will let you activated totems that work like the skulls in Halo. Each one will make the game harder but then you also get better rewards if you beat the extra challenge. Last thing is the the soundtrack which is amazing. Bastion review
Thread: Fellow Bastion players?

There are very few games out there that I love so much I work to get 100 of the achievements, but this was one of them. Love that game.
Thread: A romantic relationship based roleplay (Any M takers for this?)

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Thread: A romantic relationship based roleplay (Any M takers for this?)

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Thread: A romantic relationship based roleplay (Any M takers for this?)

Another one of my ideas, although this would get a select audience, I am sure. Most of you would dismiss this as a very cliche role, I am sure. So basically what I want out of this role is a romantic relationship based role, not really romantic in the literal sense, but more so based on attraction, companionship and friendship. And yes, a lot of sexual passion Open to both younger guys and older men. So I envision this to be setup something like this. Our families would have some sort of a relationship, either colleagues at work, or some kind of a business association, or just family friends but we would not have met earlier, or just briefly. So this arrangement could be for various reasons, preferably out of mutual friendship and admiration between the families, or maybe with the aim of business prospects, but primarily because of the first reason. We would have led our own lives before we come to know of this, have had our share of flings and relationships. Once we are made aware of this, although initially skeptical, we decide to give it a shot with an open mind. Over the course of time, we start to like each other and feel an attraction as well, and say yes to the marriage. The main focus of this story would be how we explore the sexual lives of the couple post marriage, since this match has been made in an unconventional way, and not the boy-meets-girl-they-make-love kind. I roleplay only on IM, however I am not opposed to receiving mails to discuss the possible plots. Not a Paragraph player at all, I need to have spontaneity in my RP and that too long posts kind of kills it. Regarding kinks, I am open to all that is listed here. I would like to discuss this once we get in touch and move ahead on mutual agreement, but I am flexible on most things that you might associate with this role. Any suggestions or inputs are most welcome. I tend to be extremely selective of guys with whom I want to have a role play. Mutual respect is a must and so is proper English, with punctuations. Our kinks can be discussed when we chat.
Thread: ~ A Dark Fantasy ~ looking for other rp'ers

This is a bit of an interesting idea, and seems to travel right along my usual path of blighted characters. I'm interested.
Thread: ~ A Dark Fantasy ~ looking for other rp'ers

cool get a few more other people and we can get this on the road so to speak.