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Thread: Keep it a Secret Emotion (Mere X QB)

542 - Daryl Winslow Geneticist in the Ministry of Family and Individual Welfare. The Donor pattern to 83. Pleasant to be around with but very easily worried. His Reissman factor has shown great fluctuations in his teenage life and therefore takes medication to control it. He was born a Natural. Unknown - Flight 184 A serial Killer without a Handle Identification, despite his Humanistic views he looks down on anyone who lived co-ordinated with contempt. He desires to liberate the world from Measurement, as he comes to call the Reissman Factor. Sadistic and manipulative, but not without a soft side. 987 - Dorothea Meek A natural-born woman who works in the Ministry of Internal Affairs as an Enforcer. Attended Ministry academia with Sorria and became acquaintances. Secretly holds the RF system in contempt. 13 - Lyudmila Moshkov Chairman of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. As one of the city's exemplar citizens, she keeps her RF at a very low level with medication. Often expects extremely detailed reports and rarely tolerates laziness. Knows much more about the system and the Reissman Factor. Born natural. VOCABULARY
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

RE Do you know, what your truly Hunting for? Darjeeling x TinyThings As the Aspect rose to her feet, Anellia immediately entered a ready position. Crouching down to prepare a jump. Aiming both weapons at the monster. Pinching her eyes for a better focus. It was obvious she had no intentions on speaking with the Demon. Her nose had not been wrong. This was the Aspect of Lust. But how was that possible? Her mind was puzzled, but her body remained focused. She was anticipating a long slur of grotesque offers and ridiculous propositions, as Cydaea had before her. Deep within her consciousness, she knew any offer from this new shape the Aspect, would be far more alluring then those of the hideous spider. What was visible to others of her expression, showed great surprise at the Blood Star, suddenly speeding towards her. This silently cold attack, was not expected from the Aspect of Lust. Anellia quickly got her cold expression back, expecting to let this victory be the Demon's last. Her long legs quickly carried her to her side, running along the wall she was close to, making sure the Star would have to travel as far as possible to hit her. She had fought Succubus before, but none had fired Stars this fast. She aimed both her weapons towards the Demon, firing off two shots. Neither of them would hit Malvera, giving her little reason to avoid it, but if she didn't guess what was being fired at her, she would feel a set of black chains wrapping around her waist, attempting to latch around her body, coiling her all the way to her ankles. Anellia continued her speedy escape from the Star, setting off into a high vault. Mid vault, she spread her legs, just enough to make it easier to grab a small device from her right leg, only to throw it towards the middle of the room. The device would not hit her either, but would make a springing noise once hitting the ground, a puff of smoke concealing the generation of a Sentry Turret. As Anellia landed again, she sheathed her right weapon, only to reach into her pocket for a small dart. Her eyes never left the Demon, and first now, she took her time to aim properly, before throwing the dart. The dart was aimed at the weak spot of any natural Succubus. She didn't know if it would be the same for this Aspect, but it was worth a try. Should the coiling still stand strong, and the dart hit, it wouldn't hurt Malvera at all, but simply disappear and leave behind a large mark over her weak spot. After the mark was attempted, the Sentry turret began rapidly firing bolts towards the Aspect. The turret send small explosive bullets out as well, that attempted to home in on the demon. And while the turret began firing, Anellia continued running away from the Star, attempting to still outrun it, as she continuously fired only half aimed bullets towards Malvera. It was obvious, that there was a reason to this Demon Hunter's success. It almost seemed a dance, when observing her elegant features dart across the battlefield, heels clicking with every step.
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

Anellia hadn't expected this to be easy, and came as prepared as she possibly could. The Demon was fast, easily avoiding the chains as if she'd expected them. This caused a slight groan out of Anellia, as she continued running away from the orb. She watched closely where the dart hit, sneering as she saw it being batted away. The Mark of Death wouldn't be strong enough to kill a Demon, when it didn't hit a weak spot. But the symbol now carved into Malvera's hand, would make the strong skin on her hand, ten times as vulnerable, and a simple punch to it would probably hurt like hell, depending on the Demon's pain tolerance. A mark such as that, had caused the demise of the former Aspect of Lust. Anellia was expecting to land a good one, at some point, and this new miscreant would see the same fate. The defensive barrier between Malvera and the turret, was the opposite of bothersome. It gave Anellia a place to attack, and she picked up her pace, heading for the other side of the enemy. But just as she set for this, the orb behind her seemed to pick up it's pace, causing Anellia to look over her shoulder in surprise, just in time to see the orb explode, plunging her through the air and on to the ground with a painful grunt. She'd never seen an orb explode like that, but while it'd caught her off guard, it didn't stop her relentless attack, quickly getting into a kneeling position, to fire a few arrows towards the Demon. The arrows sought out Malvera, and might even hit this time, but she didn't manage to get any more off, before the strong gusts started putting her off aim, and tumbling backwards. She tried her best to stay on her feet, but the strong gusts of wind was foreign to her, and she was thrown backwards. Dust blew up as she hit the ground a few times, dropping her crossbows as she rolled across the floor, before hitting the wall. Anellia coughed silently, as the gusts of wind stopped, and started making her way on to her feet. But as she finally got up on her feet, it was already too late, seeing the Demon shoot through the dust, grabbing on to her neck. She was fast, but not strong enough to recover from being staggered that fast, and thereby unable to avoid a sudden attack like that. Anelia groaned as long slender fingers wrapped around her throat, gasping for air as she was pushed against the wall behind her. But even through all that, her eyes caught on to several things. Her Hand Crossbows where five steps away, and the marked hand was the one grabbing on to her. And when the dust finally settled, she'd gained her composure, both hands wrapping their fingers around the Demon's wrist, starring her down defiantly, with narrowed, emerald eyes, a low panting now replacing the clicking of high heels.
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

The arrows fired in her direction scraped past her skin, a crimson line bubbling dark blood drawn on her shoulder but she would not be denied. Not even when a stray bolt caught the edge of her clawed wings, almost severing one of the appendages. She barely felt the pain jolting through her, the sensation but a mere prickle of irritation as she bared her fangs as a final act of intimidation. Fast as the Demon Killer was, Malvera was faster still and the adrenaline pumping through her veins cleared her blooded vision just enough to see the woman squirming and gasping for air between her large claws. The Succubus expended an almost Herculean amount of restraint to stop herself from simply crushing the Hunter's windpipe. It would be easy too. While the Nephalem were not as fragile as their Human counterparts, they died all the same when deprived of precious oxygen. Regardless, Malvera tightened her grip just a little more. Not enough to kill the woman, but it definitely made breathing a lot more difficult. She leaned forward, her unnaturally long tongue slithering out as if to taste the air about her. There was no fear to be found, only stubbornness. So it seems you still have some fight in you, the Succubus purred. Again, she felt only elation that her prey had not given up. Malvera shifted her weight so that her forearm pressed against the woman's chest. Using her knee, she parted the Hunter's legs to further cement the fact that it was she who was firmly in control. The presence of the spreading Mark staining her skin only furthered the Demon's desire for a bit of playful revenge. It was not every day one managed to hurt the Aspect of Lust, Nephalem or no. Her wounded wing, throbbing now with the almost delayed signals of pain, was brought forward. The blood had congealed but the talons still curled, cracking at the dry liquid as the Succubus brushed a claw against the Hunter's cheek. It sliced open a clean, shallow wound as the point continued down to pull the Nephalem's mask away. I should kill you now. Malvera said, humming as her wing drew away. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? It was a rhetorical question, one in which she would only accept a single answer. The Succubus carried on, acting as if this had all been part of some grand scheme and that the Demon Hunter was no more than a pawn to be used. In a way, she could use her. A chuckle flew from her mouth, the sound an eerie echo in the now destroyed crypt. Riddle me this do you know why some say I am the embodiment of Lust itself? Malvera inclined her horned head, her full lips brushing against the Hunter's fresh wound as she dragged her tongue against the woman's cheek roughly before finding her ear to whisper. Even the screams of dying men are that of ecstasy . As if to emphasize her point, the Succubus bit down on the fleshy lobe, her fangs piercing the fragile skin with ease.
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

The demoness' tongue was gone, retracted back into her mouth and running along the sharp points of her teeth as if to spread the taste of her blood all around. She decided that the Nephalem tasted just a little more bitter than the Angels, but was far more delectable than a Human. She felt the woman shift below her, loathing purely evident in her vocalizations. The Aspect of Lust felt the barest pressure against her wrist, but her attentions appeared to be solely focused on making her point very clear whilst enjoying the Huntress' wordless protests. Suddenly, her limb was free from warmth and touch. Malvera seemed to respond instantaneously to the Demon Hunter's retaliation. The second her prey moved, she saw the flash of silver even in the dimly lit crypt it was for that split second did the Succubus feel a hint of admiration for the Huntress, though that sentiment was quickly snuffed out as an unfamiliar pain breeched her body. It cut through her mind like the slender point of a sword, the point of origin appearing to be the Mark she had acquired not long ago. The Succubus hissed and snarled, the sound far louder than any other noise she had made thus far. This pain was different in that with every passing moment, it only seemed to grow until even her tail curled in misery. You little bitch ! Gone was Malvera's flirtatious demeanor. Her pale face contorted with both discomfort and anger betrayed no evidence of her previous actions, her countenance equal parts terrible and beautiful. Her claws loosened their grip only momentarily, yet her other hand came up as the Hunter attempted to pull herself free. Her palm was large enough that it could cover almost all of the woman's face, her long fingers reaching around to slam the back of her prey's head against the wall and drag her upwards. The pain writhing in her hand and arm now hanging loosely by her side was more than enough to distract from the blade that ripped into the skin of her hide. The Huntress was feisty, but not in a way the Succubus enjoyed. Her arm seemed to drift higher, dragging the woman up against the stoney wall almost three feet off the ground before tossing her back towards the concrete. Without giving the Demon Hunter even a millisecond, she pivoted in the air, her healthy hand finding a familiar grip around the woman's neck as Malvera's own, heavier form followed the Huntress to the dirty floor. Their position mirrored the situation before, the only difference being that they were now against a horizontal wall rather than the vertical one that made up the sides of the crypt. Malvera leaned forward, driving her knee into the woman's gut. I would strongly suggest you not try that again. She said, her voice dangerously soft. Now, give me your name before I rip you inside out.
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

Malvera snorted derisively, grinding her knee harder into the woman's stomach to keep her effectively pinned. The stench of blood mingled with the barest, but sure, hint of fear kept her perfectly content the way she was. But her grip remained iron-clad, the memory of the searing pain - though it had simmered to a mere throb by now - was as fresh as the prey struggling beneath her. It would be some time before she could make use of the arm, so she supposed she could give the Demon Huntress something to ponder whilst on the brink of death. There's something you should understand, girl. The Succubus leered, her tone mocking as if reprimanding a child, which to her she may as well have been. My knowledge and interest of Cydaea's past actions ends with her cause of death. A band of Nephalem warriors, not unlike yourself though perhaps less pathetic . Her tongue slipped out once more, flickering against the air a serpent tasting the air, Malvera seemed to hiss in contempt though more in memory of the previous Mistress of Lust. Yet it would not do to unburden her thoughts onto the Huntress who even now was in denial of her fate. Anellia. Malvera repeated, pondering the name for a brief moment. The syllables did not ring a clear bell in her mind. Perhaps she had heard the name in passing from her fellow but no more loved Aspects, or her demonic minions. The spray of fire against the ground was a stark contrast to the dark debris buried beneath the Huntress' smaller frame. I don't like it. She declared finally, Your title may be a familiarity in other lands but here, you are nothing more but a girl. Breaking in Nephalem was always a rare pleasure and one the demon intended to fully indulge in. Her serrated tail flew forward, slinking towards the Demon Hunter's left wrist and wrapping around it. The Succubus glanced at the captive limb, her lips curving into a slow grin. But first, we will have to do something about your propensity to act without permission. The prehensile appendage tightened further, slowly before Malvera felt the fragile bone give way, effectively fracturing the wrist to uselessness. Without pausing, the tail unwound and slithered over to the right limb, mirroring her actions. With both wrists rendered incapable, Malvera's grip against the Huntress' throat lessened, her claws curling inwards to scratch against the girl's delicate flesh. For your prior misdemeanors, I fully intend to return the favor. The Succubus leaned forward, her tongue once more spooling out to flicker against the Huntress' lips. Tenfold.
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

Oh, but I've only made one point clear. Malvera stated, her eyes glowing like hot coals. The Demon Huntress' intense screams of pain rang oh so deliciously through the room, bounding off the solid walls and darting through every nook and cranny. She could still hear the echo of it in her ears and the Succubus did all she could to commit the sound to memory. Her tail remained firmly latched onto the now fractured wrist as the girl squirmed, tensed and convulsed, her body doing all it could to try and soften the impact it seemed. Malvera did not care. She knew that if any of her minions survived, they would no doubt be drawn to the sound but their fear of her would keep them at bay... for now. We deserve to die just as much as your kind deserve to live. She finally lifted her knee from the female's gut, her claws streaking parallel lines that leaked crimson before the Succubus lifted herself off the Demon Hunter. Malvera was not one for torture, but she did find a certain satisfaction in bringing the girl to her knees. Still, she had a point, the Succubus pondered. Her tail unwound from the wounded Hunter's limb as Malvera turned her back. Yet the wavering appendage remained focused on the girl, the heavy limb with its spaded end dragged its way down before sliding up the girl's top. A light hum drifted through the air, the sound surprisingly dainty coming from a demon such as her. I don't want your soul, but the High Heavens shall not have you either. It is true that you may live on in another body, Malvera turned as the tail strained against the coarse fabric, the sharp, pointed end exploding upwards and ripping through the material with ease. Malvera leaned forward then, her naked breasts swaying heavily as she grabbed a fistful of her captive's shirt and cloak, tearing away the top half to reveal the Demon Hunter's own chest to the world. If you die. Malvera grinned. She swung her leg over the girl's prone form, seating herself upon the smaller Nephalem's thighs as her tail shifted slid between the Succubus' legs. Fortunately for you, I have better uses for one such as yourself. You see, it is so very dull to wait for one of you people to attempt to destroy me. The appendage slid between the girl's breasts, effectively cutting through the middle of whatever under garment she may have worn - the Succubus was not paying very much attention, with her tail seeming to have a mind of its own. The edge of the spade sliced against the woman's bare skin, painting a thin red line all the way up to the Hunter's collar bone before curving and flicking against her nipple. So, Malvera said, her gaze finally falling to the Demon Hunter's face. Maybe if you behave yourself, I'll give you the death you crave. Otherwise... well, she chuckled. I've always wanted a pet to break.
Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

Malvera laughed, the sound low and suggestive as her tone twisted to a more sensuous lilt. Please . She mocked, shaking her head. Her ink-black hair shimmered, flowing over her shoulder as she leaned forward. Her hips slid against the coarse fabric, the shifting material bunching up to the Huntress' waist as she flicked the girl's nose with her middle digit and thumb, the act borderline endearing if one should disregard the state of the Demon Hunter and Succubus. You're all the same, she stated, running her claws tipped with the girl's blood along her captive's face tracing countours further smudging the running makeup borne of the Huntress' tears. Quick to bark and quick to surrender.She smiled coyly. Would the little bitch like a collar? The edged spade of her tail slid up once more, surprisingly accurate at running along the fresh cuts, drawing more blood to the surface. The very tip of the prehensile appendage dug lightly against the woman's neck on her jugular vein, the Succubus taking great care not to slice it open and making sure the Hunter would not jerk her flesh towards it. From there she drew a curved line, the makings of a crude 'tattoo' fashioned after what appeared to be a half-collar as the other side ended at the same point. There you go. I'll make sure you're properly fed and dressed... Malvera paused, then smirked. Perhaps the latter need not be present. I'm sure you don't mind. Her tail descended back to its place between the Demon Hunter's breasts, content in simply curling around the mounds of flesh. Her claws nicked at the woman's face, running it along her hairline before entangling her long fingers into the Huntress' fiery hair. In one fluid motion, she yanked her prey's head back, baring her throat as small beads of blood trickled in rivulets from the 'collar'. The wound was not deep but Malvera had a way of making disobedient pets bleed. She lowered her fangs to the cut, nicking downwards to decorate the 'tattoo' with lines though she quickly grew bored of playing the designer and opted instead to bite down lightly upon the woman's bare shoulder.
Thread: ~Play With Me? Futas, Creatures, Females and Males Welcome~ AIM & PMs!!

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Thread: A frozen rpg (ElsaX Jack Frost) Myself, HaloHeroWolf118

Elsa enjoyed being reunited with her sister but she missed the freedom she had on the north mountain, the pressure of being queen of Arendell made it harder to keep her focus. She felt lonely because no one understood what it felt like to be so isolated so vulnerable to the curse she held, yes she had been born with her powers but to her they were a curse. There was no one for her to talk to no one around that got that she needed to feel loved by someone besides her little sister, when your cursed with a power as strong as her's a normal commoner would be in danger so there had to be someone out there that would understand the gaping hole in her heart.
Thread: A frozen rpg (ElsaX Jack Frost) Myself, HaloHeroWolf118

Jack Frost chuckled mischievously as the cold wind blew him into a land he had seen many times before Arendell looked as it always had, Jack smiled it was warm and kind even with his powers, the wind blew him away as he tightened his grip on his staff he moved from the town up into the mountains where he encountered something he had not seen. He landed on what was a terrace and knew it was ice from the touch on his bare feet but it wasn't at all uncomfortable, he never felt cold not since he could remember. He was rather amazed at the construct and his curiosity was peaked, with a laugh he jumped into the air and made his way back toward the city, he watched the people smiling and laughing but none turned to see the tall thin young man floating on the air. No one noticed his silver hair or bright blue eyes as blue as a frozen pond in moonlight. He had grown used to not being seen, yet still it burdened him, he longed for someone anyone to see him, hear him and even touch him. It was hard to watch the world and be invisible unable to recall if he had ever felt loved. Pushing the thoughts aside he started to play some trick and bring some fun into the lives of kids, soon there was small snowball fight that raged on with the laughter of children and the pleasant chuckles of their elders. Jacks path ultimately brought him to the palace where his curiosity once again took hold and he slipped through the stone wall into pristine and well decorated interior, the suits of armor and the portraits along the walls informed him he was in a hall way. With trouble makers grin he spun his staff and began to leave a trail of frost along the wall and armor. He made his way around as he enjoyed this little look around, Not a bad place but that Ice palace looked allot more comfortable. he said unaware of any listeners as he tapped a suit of armor turning into a frost and snow covered pile of armor.