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Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

The nightgown caught his eye for a moment when the Lady Beaumont first appeared, but he wasn't one to be very easily distracted by mortal women these days. With a nod of thanks and a mocking smirk to the guard, as if to say You can't touch me, nyeh, he sent two of his older thrallsones not dressed as Beaumontsto accompany the newer ones to the Lacceta house. Sending them alone in their present attire would have been a death sentence for them, which wasn't exactly ideal, thus company was needed. Her humor and almost-flirtatious manner drew a raised eyebrow from him, but not much more Aerin Lacceta was a fairly stable person when it came to women, and it was rare to find him thunderstruck by any particular occurrence. As they passed through the house, a strange sight caught the corner of his eye one of his men seemed to have been stricken with a frenzy, being bound hand, foot and head to a cot and the restraints showing some fraying, as though he'd put up one hell of a fight against them. A deep, focused breath let him catch a strange, unfamiliar scent in the air, though something that tickled his mind and made his blood itch. It smelled good, but it couldn't exactly be compared to anything a human would know of. It bothered him, but he pushed that particular buzz into a corner of his mind to be puzzled at later. Her chambers were quite familiar to him at this point, but walking into them was not. A first time for everything... he muttered as he stepped over the threshold on his own. Mm? He perked up as she spoke to him. Ah. Well enough. If nothing else, they won't be bothering you today. Should they try again, well, you always have someone here who can reach me. He gave her a small smile, not bothered in the least that he himself was growing very lax around someone meant to be his enemy. He'd be dead if not for her intervention, so she evidently had no intent on killing him. Her kneading he didn't really pay attention to, but the wincing caught his eye. Need some help with that? He leaned over her, not looming but simply getting a closer look. He smiled, half-joking, Perhaps you just need to be drained a little, mm? His fangs were just visible between his lips, shining softly in the firelight. Of course, Aerin knew the human body quite well for the times, particularly the neck, and unless he missed his guess could solve her particular crick with a few well-placed fingers.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

Rosa was so focused on the crick in her neck she had hardly noticed when he was so close to her. So she was startled for a second. She listened and rolled her eyes with a slightly amused half smile. Ha Ha. She said sarcastically, But if you think that you can rid me of this ever annoying pain, then please, do try. Just don't accidentally kill me in the process. Making fun of his powers and abilities. As she stood, she removed the bandage from her finger and tossed it into the flames. The little cloth wrapping soaked in her blood. It needed changing, but the little wound was no longer bleeding fast enough to be in a hurry. Lady Beaumont knew that a little blood would turn him into a heated frenzy. At least... not normal blood. The vampire had assumed that there were no pure blooded Beaumonts walking this earth and seemed very overly confident about that. She'd believed the tales, to be just that... tales. Her brothers had never been bold enough to walk onto the battlefield so no vampire had ever gotten a whiff of their blood. Rosa was usually very careful, but this time she had slipped up. Her eyes closed as she waited for the pain to be remedied. The sound of the crackling filled the air as the fire beneath the mantle burned and the heat licked at her exposed flesh. The little dot of blood welling up upon her finger and filling in the short line where the parchment had cut her. The index finger of her right hand remaining still, unsure as to how the Lacceta planned to remedy her ache. Well I safely assume that you leave the next night, Lacceta. Your sister will no doubt still worry in your absence. She pointed out and she would not be surprised if he had sent word with someone to reassure her. One of your servents went made earlier, but it's nothing new. Hand to bind him, but he should be good by the next night. Why do they lash out so? A sickness? I ruled out deprivation since they're usually pumped with blood, but it's only a rare case.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

He caught a whiff as she removed the bandage, a strange but almost imperceptibly faint sense of... not euphoria, but more a memory of it came over him. As though he was having the sensation descrived to him in rather vivid detail, a scent he might equate to honey and fresh bread. His pupils dilated slightly, ever so slightly, but he very easily ignored the sensation, slamming it into a muted buzz at the back of his attention as he swept up behind Rosalyn. Contrary to what might be expected, he had no intention on feeding from her unless she specifically, in no uncertain terms, offered it to him Aerin was rather picky on the use of language, and always got annoyed when people danced around the issue at hand, speaking much but saying nothing. So he laid a hand over her neck, where she had been kneading at it before, and felt for whatever the problem in question might be. It is not known. At least, not to me I've never really heard of such things. Perhaps my father has more familiarity than I, but I cannot say for certain. He began to prod, gently, exploring the curve with the tips of his fingers until he found a likely suspect. Although... I cannot say I blame him if it was for the reason I think it is. He smiled, a hint of laughter intruding on his voice, After all, your scent, or that of your blood, is very... intoxicating. And then he found a knotting in her muscles, and started to work at it a little, forcing it to flex and stretch itself. This may hurt a little, just to warn you.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

She felt his hand as it cupped and caressed at the smooth curve of her neck. She winced as the source of the ache was discovered. Though he couldn't see it she wore an inquisitive look upon her gorgeous face. Curious as to what reason he had in mind for why one of his kind would go into a heated frenzy out of no where. She heard the smile in his voice and the laugh, which only flared her curiosity all the more. So her assumption was correct. Rose trapped her lower lip between her teeth as he began working on the spot and the warning was nice, but she was already braced for it. She gasped and then groaned. Her hand reaching up and kneading where the new pain throbbed and slowly dissipated. Oh my... She turned her neck a little and stretched it a bit. No longer feeling that aching pain. Thank you, and I thought that might be it, but was never sure. She turned and pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks.And you said that there were no true Beaumonts walking this earth.The smile in her voice could be heard. You think you know everything Lacceta, when in truth... you don't. The young noble woman retrieved a another bandage from a drawer and patched up her finger once more. Slender fingers raked through her dark locks with a heavy sigh. Oh that feels so much better. Clearly the ache plagued her more than she had let on earlier. Or do you not believe me? She asked with a lax smile. Do you believe the tales? She asked as she stood before the fire. The fire's light piercing through the thin material of her gown revealing the slender curves of her body underneath. Her eyes went back to the dancing flames before her. The tale of your family feeding from mine. Through the veins of these human beings flows liquid gold. Protection and peace in exchange for their blood. Just the retelling of a tale once told to her as a child. Her heart raced beneath her bosom. The blood racing through her veins within reach of the prime person who could drain her blood for the ultimate prize that it was.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

I never claimed to know everything, he replied, her comment baiting him into a verbal sparring match he had no intention on avoiding, I simply know enough to hazard a guess at the rest. That I'm many decades the senior of any scholar certainly helps. As she re-bandaged her own wound, a strange sense of indignation tried to well up inside him, quickly quashed by his knowledge that this woman owed him nothing. A strange sense that her hiding the blood somehow was denying him his birthright. Perhaps he was simply more peckish than he thought, a problem easily rectified if it persisted. I believe only what my instincts tell me when it comes to that question. He averted his gaze from her, leaning onto his arm in a pose of self-assured calm bordering on arrogant boredom to look into the fire as well, seeing past it. Unless every living Beaumont is countless generations inbred, the bloodline should be so diluted as to be indistinguishable from any other. There was a long second that hanged there before he spoke again, Though I suppose, if the tales are true, then the Beaumont line does not abide by the usual rules of progenity. He smiled, then, turning his gaze to the curve of the woman's neck. Though if you truly wish to test the truth of those stories, I would only need a few droplets of your blood. It would be an interesting experiment. Of course, he doubted anything would come of it. From the stories he'd heard, there were two things unique to true Beaumonts their blood gave his kind powers supposedly one hundred fold what they already possessed, and it rendered the Beaumont immune to being turned. Whether they simply were unaffected or were killed by the attempt was unsaid, however. But those were mere stories like as not her blood would give him the closest thing he could get to indigestion, or perhaps kill him sure as sunlight.
Thread: Blood Lust (Lady Bloody Ava & Erit of Eastcris)

She chuckled softly as he spouted his logic of how the direct bloodlines of the Beaumonts would have to either be inbred for ages or diluted and of little use. It was interesting how he re-examined that and proposed an experiment. This time she turned on the spot and out right laughed. How about we not. As seemingly kind as you are, the fact remains that you are a Lacceta. Truth or myth, neither proves favorable to me or my family. Her laughter was no more and a calm and unquestionable look about her. Although, now, maybe the Lacceta are inbed? It was a tale once told to me. How the Lacceta would breed with their own family to preserve their 'precious' bloodline. She serious tone switched off and she shrugged her shoulders. But again... it was a myth, or so I believed. A heavy sigh sounded from soft pink lips. Her eyes looking back to the fire. The warmth of the flames licked at her exposed flesh as she stood in open thought once more. I find flaws in this myth. A Lacceta and a Beaumont falling in love. It's ludicrous. Your kind only have eyes for your own. Like you do not wield a great enough power as is. The last thing they needed was her blood. In the chair she sat, in silence. While her body was tired, she failed to acknowledge it. With her legs curled up at her side, she naively fell asleep in the plush chair. In the same room as the being who suggested drinking the liquid gold that ran through her very veins. Free flowing ebony locks that made a striking contrast to her ivory skin, draped over her shoulders while her head rest upon the side of the chair. Emerald eyes remained hidden beneath sleep laden lids and a fan of lashes. The woman was well worn. While she appeared to have gotten some rest throughout the day, it was hard to make up for a week or two worth of lost sleep in one day. Or maybe someone was working on pulling down the Beaumont neutral stronghold from within. While Rosalyn was silently sleeping the blood from her wound continued to seep through the bandage with ease. The Lady was well beyond tired to notice the wet sensation as the blood trickled down her middle finger and dropped onto an area of stone where the rug failed to cover. Suddenly a scream sounded and a loud thump sounded against the outside of the chamber doors. The two guards stationed outside of their lady's quarters were fending off one of the Lacceta soldiers. The beast seemed ravenous. On a mindless frenzy to get past the doors. Armed with spears the two blocked off the pathway. It was the very person that their mistress had said to not kill.
Thread: Welcome to the Abby (Ageplay -  Maiden/Head Monk)

I REALIZED I POST THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE...I HAVEN'T BEEN IN IN AGES FOR GOT..
Thread: Midnight Magic [FxM]

Realistic Realistic will have sub categories for modern, future and historical. Modern 1-She is no Angel As a young girl she had been abandoned in the entrance to one of the most widely known business, it had its fingers dipped in many pots but it was best known for its entertainment industry. The owner, Ryan Sterling, wasnt known for being a cruel man so when he found the toddler shivering in nothing but a thin jacket looking scared and defenseless her took her home and later adopted her. He spent so much time at his office it was as though she was living by herself but that didnt bother her any, it wasnt until later on in her life did she start to long for something more. To see her dad, to talk to him, to have a real connection. When she was still young at thirteen she figured out that if she got in trouble he would spend a little extra time at home if only to yell at her. Soon though she had made friends and enemies in the wrong crowds, many vicious rumors spread through her school. Painting her a slut, a drug addict, and many other awful things. She couldn't understand why the kids would be so cruel, or why her father never paid her any attention, or why she had been dropped off on a door step to begin with. Slowly her rebellion faded and she graduated high school, immediately she moved out of her fathers house and into her own apartment. And even though she didn't need the money she started working as a bartender at a small pub that was both dirty and scary. This is where real trouble starts. Basically, its about a spoiled girl who only craves attention and praise because of this she seeks it in all the wrong places. This gets her into alot of trouble, your character could be someone trying to use herhurt her, or someone trying to help its up to you. Hell, if you really wanted to you could play her adoptive father and we can play out a weird romance. Futuristic 1-Arrow Its been two thousand years sense the 'end' of the world, but the world didnt really end. Many died, but many survived. The world is alot harsher now, people kill over warm blankets and pieces of bread. In this world a young girl was risen to a fame of sorts, she is called the Arrow or in some stories she is known as the Raven but in all of them she is known for her great marksmanship and her agility. They say she watches over the weak, keeping the evil men and women bent on using them to their own needs. Some of the stories say she is nothing but a glorified robber, but all agree that she has the makings to change the world. Not that she agrees, she doesnt go out of her way to fight the evil. She just stops injustice when she sees it, she doesnt steal, and she doesnt care about the world just about feeding her younger siblings. When a wealthy merchant rolls into her town though and spies her younger sister, thats when things start going awry. Now she has to get her sister back and the only people who appear to be able to help are part of an rebellion group that wants to use her skills for their own means.
Thread: Midnight Magic [FxM]

Images This is a collection of images that i enjoy using for models for my characters or images i want to use to create a plot around at a later date Red Heads See more Red Head 1 Red Head 2 Red Head 3
Thread: Midnight Magic [FxM]

Fairy Tales 1-Alice Sitting under a small tree is a small girl is long blonde hair, rosy lips pouted, large doe like moss green eyes are framed in thick black lashes, and a small up turned nose make her look like a doll. Though she is much older then she was when she entered Wonderland the first time she still craves to return. So what happens when she finally does return? So I would like to see multiple characters, even the Cheshire cat. But I would like to see him in humanoid form. 2-Little Red I dont really have a plot, just a craving for a little red Rp. The wolf can be a were wolf but even in 'wolf' form he would have to be humanoid in form.
Thread: Slaves of Mars Station Seven (Collector of Rarities x Rania Lark)

It had been centuries since Earth became uninhabitable her resources had long since been tapped out and wars had ravaged her surface, making it impossible for life to thrive. Humanity had long since fled their homeworld in favor of Stations, each the size of moons, in orbit around the other planets in the solar system, doing what they could to survive while scientists worked frantically to perfect faster-than-light travel, hoping to reach another habitable planet in another solar system. Unfortunately, that was years off. Our story starts on Mars Station Seven, the seventh and largest space station in orbit around Mars. Though the planet below was barren and devoid of life, save for the miners who were sent to its surface each work cycle, the station itself was lush with life. As with every other space station, trees could be found on every level in perpetual bloom, providing the inhabitants with oxygen. The upper levels of the station were opulent as well, containing residential districts for the wealthy, as well as several thriving commercial districts and the largest farms on the station. The most impressive feature of the upper levels was the fact that most of the floors, as well as most of the outer hull of the station itself, were made from carbonglass, glass laced with diamond-hard carbon to prevent it from shattering. This allowed natural light into the station, as well as granting its denizens a spectacular view of space and the planet below. Of course, the glass was slightly tinted and acted as an artificial ozone to keep out harmful ultra violet rays as well. There were more farms on lower levels, but none of them ever got natural sunlight. In fact, many of the lower levels never saw sun at all, having to rely on the programmed daynight cycles in the lighting and their clocks to tell time. The only of the poorer, working castes that ever saw sunlight were the mining caste and the retail caste. The mining caste got an hour of sunlight, if they were lucky, through the windows of their shuttle as they were transported to and from the planet below, while the lucky members of the retail caste who got to work in the higher levels were blessed with sunlight if they were assigned to a day shift. That said, things weren't terrible on the lower levels. Though the upper levels were reserved for the wealthy, a denizen of the lower levels who worked diligently could afford to keep themselves and their family fed, clothed and warm, but there was little room for luxury. The only caste that really had things bad was the slave caste. A couple hundred years after humanity fled to the Stations, overpopulation became an issue. While large, the Stations couldn't support the population Earth did, so the population needed to be kept under control somehow. After much deliberation, the leaders of the Stations decided that the best solution was to limit the underclass to having one child per family. Every child after the first would be entered into an annual lottery if their number was drawn, they would be sold into slavery.
Thread: Star fighters and dark lords (mxm or mxf come in and look)

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Thread: Star fighters and dark lords (mxm or mxf come in and look)

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Thread: Star fighters and dark lords (mxm or mxf come in and look)

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Thread: Pet Trainer (Malin, and LataPaine)

An entire life of rejection and all Nathan had to do was use a dirty rag. It almost made all the struggling, and all the nerves that he had built up and then had shattered over time had almost seemed laughable. He had found her just wandering out near a skateboarding park at night, wondering alone and by herself probably going home, and all he had to do was press a cloth soaked in chloroform up against her mouth till she feel asleep. Throwing his new found pet into his car, had been part two of his plan, and now here they were, his home was a flat, near the farthest edges of town. His nearest naibor was a mile or two down a dirt road, and then a highway. His yard connected to small section of trees. The house it's self was a sort of hut, it's living room adjoined it's kitchen, it's walls were made of heavy wood. The ceiling had rafters, and it had one full bedroom connected to the left wall. the right side had a den, and the full bathroom, while the master bedroom had a connected half bathroom. The Living room in the center of the house had access to both the front door, and the back sliding glass that lead into the fenced part of the back yard. This had basically been Nathans dream home, and he had gotten to the point in his life where he could not only afford such a place, but just about anything else. Nathan himself was a taller well built man. He was 36, and while he had never really been popular thanks in part to his very isolationist and nihilistic views he was tall, with broad shoulders. Standing in at 6'3 he had short brown hair, and green eyes. Nathan's home and life really would have benefited from a pet. However dogs, and cats were not his thing no the man had wanted in his life. The company of a woman had eluded him for many years. So now he had the best of both worlds. A young tomboyish girl he could turn into the perfect bitch. The kind of pet kind of pet he could break and train. Something he could take physically when he wanted it, but since she was a pet there would be no fear of being rejected... well once she had been house broken. He had dropped his new pet in his living room leaving her passed out on the floor. Aside from taking her indoors he hadn't touched her, he wanted her to be awake for everything. After all you can't train a pet if she slept through the first set of lessons, and so for now he left her to sleep off the rest of the drugs. He sat on the couch watching her sleep, waiting for her body to stir and wake. Maybe he had used too much chloroform? It was very possible, He hadn't looked up the proper amount. Rather he had just heard about the chemical, drenched a cloth in the cleaning fluid and off he had went. He could see her chest moving, and for the moment he just sat back, putting his feet up on the unconscious girls side She may as well get used to being property one way or another.