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Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

James chuckled, standing at full height as his arms blossomed with fur, claw, and muscle. The tables have turned, woman. I shall enjoy cutting you down to size. he said, as the door bolted behind her, and someone tore the shutters off the window. My clan awaits you below... he said, leaning down to pick up the scrap of cloth he'd torn free and toss it outside. They are not nearly as merciful as I. I will leave you alive, after a little... fun. again, the claws came down, from two angles this time, the pants not even noticed as they slipped down over his ass and barely hung on by his manhood, half of it exposed now.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Bridgett hissed again and backed father into the shadows as he spoke. How date he do this in her own home. She hated herself for being tricked, and even more for the excited tingles running down her spine. She eyed his exposed shaft apprehensively. She'd be a lier if she said she hadn't been thinking about it prior to his escape. Red eyes rose again just in time to catch a flash of claws coming down on her.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

He laughed as he purposely came just short of her, barely missing even her clothing. More claws raked out, grasping, pulling, and he laughed harder as his pants fell away, revealing a rather impressive erect manhood. Do you want it, lady of the night? he asked, laughing at his own insulting play on words. Mayhaps you'll get it, after I am finished playing with you.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Bridgett was still, looking fearful at the prospects of her near future. Who wouldn't? Oh right... a 300 year old vampiress with an attitude problem... The dark haired woman suddenly shot up, one hand gripping his erect cock... hard, and the other aiming for his neck. You'll have to work a whole lot harder for that buddy! she snapped. The bottom of her dress was shredded, fortunately making it much easier for her to move.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

He sighed, then his whole body was covered with bristling fur. His arms were able to tear chains apart. His cock was just as durable. With a swing of his hips, he threw her across the room, then lunged past her, turning and slashing at her back roughly. No more words. There would be only tearing and, later, gasping.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Bridgett lay dazed on the floor, her arms protecting her body from the fierce blows as best she could. It would heal fast, but that didn't mean she wanted to get hurt. Fuck... She growled. This was a losing battle. Nothing was stronger than a werewolf during a full moon, especially when a while pack waited below. Already her pride was singing like salt on an open wound and dge hadn't even said anything yet. Stop...please... She tried. If giving in to the wolf now meant living to fight another day then she'd take it.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

He smiled. you give, then? he asked, his human face and body returning but for one arm that remained furred and clawed. He stepped close to her, one finger reaching out, and with a slow, sawing motion, began to cut a line in her dress down the middle.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

A hint of her defiance flashed into her eyes for a split second before she nodded. Damn mutt. Bri kept her head held highfiguratively as her dress was torn from her. She wanted to slit his throat for putting her through this humiliation. Bridgett folded her arms over her ample chest amd pressed her legs together, a last act of defiance....her final one.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

He smiled, a hand wrapping around her waist as he simply bodily picked her up, carrying her to the window. HE held her up in the moonlight, and was answered by a thousand howls. We didn't come here just for you. We came here because you've been predating the nearby town, and we know it. We know the signs. You thnk you're allmighty, unstoppable. Tonight, I will take that pride from you. And, should you prove hard to break, so will my pack. Show me to your bedroom. he set her down with a smile. But before we go... Jeremy, could you get her clothes? Right here, boss. Jeremy said, opening a tall box about twice his size, plunking it down on the ledge outside the window. Made sure to get them all, even the towels and bathrobes. Ain't a stitch left bigger than my palm, sir. Show her the failins of pride and vanity. Yessir! he said, lighting a match, and throwing it into the metal box.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Bridgett watched, her face grim, as the dirty mutt started destroying her clothes. Those bastards...some of those dresses were from before her birth, before her human birth! The vampiress looked away, pretending not to care, You believe raping me will show me my place? She asked coldly as she walked toward her bedroom, What if I want it like you said? How does that spore me my place? Pushing open the doors she stepped inside the dark.room. There was one large window with the glass blackened out to stop sunlight from entering, though it was still wide open now to let the moonlight in. A King sized, circular bed was in the center, covered in crimson colored silk amd fluffy pillows.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Then we have a most wild night. he replied simply, with an arced eyebrow. We have already warned the village about how to waylay your kind. Only the foolish will be your victims now, not the strong or the intellectual. he crossed his arms as they entered the bedroom, smiling. I wonder how many young men have died here, lured by the promise of this room? he asked, as Jeremy sat on the floor, working with some strange device. He turned around, revealing a crossbow and a wooden bolt. He's quite accurate. he commented. Don't try anything to hurt me. he walked up to her, smiling. Get on the bed.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Once again her lips were often together in a firm line. Why does it matter to you who I hunt? You would have me starve, she spoke in a calm voice, but a growl lay just beneath the surface. She had worked hard to build her kingdom and now he was taking it away. A touch of pride few in her at these next few words, No man has ever entered this room... They never last that long. In every sense of the statement. If Bridgett weren't so bitter at her loss she might have awarded him. Bridgett glared at the other wolf, eyeing the weapon distastefully before crawling up onto her bed.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

As I thought. he said, returning to human form, sliding onto the bed with her. By the time I am through with you, you will be screaming for more. he said with a chuckle, one hand tracing the ivory softness of her belly, between her breasts, and to her chin, holding it up. He kissed her lips, not roughly, but gently. His kiss betrayed his naturally high skill, earned from a good many years. As with vampires, werewolves lived for ages and ages, and it showed as one hand slid slowly over her breast, gently massaging it.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Bridgett scoffed, Don't disappoint me mutt. The vampire was excited, if the wetness between her thighs was any indication. She knew that she shouldn't be but damn she couldn't remember the last time she had a good fuck. The dark haired woman moaned softly as the wolf began to touch her body. Bri's lips moved against James' in a hungry way.
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

He smiled against the kiss, committing to it heavily, his tongue sliding into her mouth to slowly circle hers as his hand gently played with her nipple. Yes... More... He would show her his strength, his stamina...
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

Well manicured nails bit into the unknown wolfs skin as their tongues rubbed against one another. Her eyes lit upon the were in the corner, causing another shit of arousal to streak through her. Bridgett's eyes no longer glowed in hunger but in lust. Pulling away the vampire purred, And to whom should I beg for more from?
Thread: Wild heart (Hat + Brokenspirit)

James. he said with a laugh, kissing her neck and sucking slightly as he continued to slowly massage her breasts. His fingers played gently with her nipples, taking their time with her, one sliding slowly over her belly.
Thread: a m/m rp (leslie the gay prostitute)

leslie awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, sitting up onto the edge of his bed another day another dollar he said, the clock read 930 pm... he usually slept until then since thats when most of the customers came in. He would occaisionaly give a blowjob or a handy before that.. but he liked to save good stuff for after dark. Unlike most people in his position he enjoyed his job. He was expensive, but only because he could be, He had beautiful blond hair and deep blue eyes that could make a preacher suck dick... he loved watching the faces of the men whom he made come. He had been with more men then he could count, but still he was not satisfied open for buissiness he said, as he closed his blinds... the signal to all that he was accepting customers, he sat on the edge of his bed, naked, waiting.. horney already.
Thread: a m/m rp (leslie the gay prostitute)

A short, skinny blond haired gamer chick with ocean blue eyes and a calm, kind smile was wandering by, her headphones blasting ICP in her ears, as she saw, from her perch from a cross the street, a rather handsome young man, who looked like he just woke up close his blinds. Her eyes curious, as her mind raced. It's almost 10pm, and he just woke up.... How odd. She wrinkled her nose up in thought for a bit then squeaked. Oh! Perhaps hes a vampire, araising from his coffin! She giggled, almost falling off her perch.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

Stammering, realizing she had not actually been caught, Ivy backed up quickly as he began to undress. I-um-uh...for bothering you! she exclaimed finally, almost in triumph over thinking up something plausible. Had he had been looking in her direction in the daylight, or even moonlight, he would have seen the blush rise over her cheeks as he placed his wet pants over the bush. Scurrying away in the night, she left a bandage or two, but in the big picture it didn't matter too much in her girth. When she arrived back at the camp area, most of the men were at the fireside, drinking and being merry despite the situation. Ivy, on the other hand, was dead tired. After putting her things away in a small sack, she pulled out the bed roll she was given and laid on it, staring up at the stars. Soon, her body gave out on her and she fell fast asleep. Like a rock.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

Caval tried to give the poor man his privacy, since clearly he was unused to bathing near others. Something he was going to have to overcome in the days and weeks to come. Instead the veteran enjoyed his invigorating bath in the cool river. Afterwards he made his way back to camp to chat with some of the soldiers before getting some sleep as well. The excitement and new comrades kept many of the conscripts up til late but Caval knew what sort of morning was in for them. It wasn't just one morning either but every morning for just over three weeks. The soldiers were awoken early to drumming and shouting of Caval and his sergeants. They had exercises in the morning, a breakfast that was not fancy but filling. Followed by sword practice up until lunch time. After lunch they learned how to set up camps, build stockades, latrines, trenches, embankments, how to repair their armor, care for their weapons and more. It was strenuous work that forced them to use almost every muscle and meant that after the first night the amount of merriment at night was little to none. On the other hand the soldiers bonded over the adversity, the commonality that most had of being serfs, having lost family members during the plague, the lack of food at home, wives, girlfriends, lovers, children, each man learned they had much in common with the others. As well their commanders, while there was some distance due to station and position these men had experienced much the same. Though the rumors about the commanders were rarely confirmed and were varied. Caval for instance had a family, they were dead, only his children were dead, his wife was a captured English woman, his wife was dead, they died during the plague or were burned alive by the English, he was in fact a nobleman who had lost his position due to cowardice or he was a criminal who gained his position due to great valor. There was little consensus and he verified none of it, simply smiling. Yet he spoke about others families in a knowing, loving fashion. If he was single all these years he was an odd one. He did spend a good deal of time with the soldiers and after that first night took his meals more often than not with the men. In time he was learning each of their names and discovering what their stories were. Other commanders had different ways of dealing with the soldiers. Esme was approachable yet a bit aloof and never ate with the men since there was better food inside the keep. Gerard drank heavily with his troops and enjoyed telling saucy tales of sexual exploits and more than once a man walked away wondering if one of his stories was about their sister, mother or cousin. Leveque was hardly ever seen but his presence was always appearant in the little things, the food, the declarations about payments being made, new strange aspects of training.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

The days wore hard on Ivy's body. And though she gained muscles like the other men, hers did not make her look like a body builder with a pot belly. Her arms became strong, as did her legs and the facade she was putting on for the men. The food was bland, but every time she ate she thought of her siblings alone in their small cottage, hoping that someone from the city was looking after them despite the plague. Fireside chats with the Commander, Paul, and the other soldiers made her heart ache for them and their family's, late or alive. Ivy, however, never once shared her story, afraid something would be inconsistent down the road. They had become a band of brothers, that much was true. But they didn't know they had a little sister among their ranks and Ivy intendended to keep it that way, even when Paul egged her on to talk and open up with the group. It was almost a support group for grown men after the plague. Sadly enough though, the English were gaining in speed and would soon be upon them, meaning some of guises brothers would die.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

One evening Caval found Ivan away from the other men and walked up with that look of concern that he always possessed. At no point did he not stress about his soldiers, the war and France. Walking along with the youth he spoke in quiet tones, not wanting to be overheard by other passing soldiers, Ivan, I wanted to talk to you, to tell you something. The other soldiers here, you are all brothers. We all look out for each other, so if you need to talk, need assistance, feel free to... He broke off as a messenger ran up. Commander! Message. As if messengers ever had anything else to say, he handed Caval a piece of paper. Caval looked at the paper and his brow furrowed, his eyes darkened. He gave a sharp nod then turned to Ivan. Excuse me. With that he was gone, leaving Ivan and the rest of the soldiers alone for the evening with their thoughts and discussions. The next morning though as the soldiers awoke and got their prepared for the day something was different, the food for breakfast was already prepared and waiting for them. Despite the commanders not talking about it the soldiers were quick with the rumor and eventually the commanders ominous air about them confirmed that the British were coming and that war was upon them. Gather up! Came the familiar call of Caval as he yelled for the soldiers to come to the training field. As many of you have figured out the British dogs have come back to our lands, to threaten our families, our king, our way of life! We will push them back to the canal and see them drown for their insolence! He and the other commanders gave short inspiring speeches before the soldiers broke down camp and started out of Leveque's castle, though Leveque did not accompany them and off to face the English. Caval walked alongside his own soldiers armed as they were though his armor was much more impressive and heavy.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

As Caval approched her, worry filled her still small body. Shit, shit, shit, she thought as he drew nearer, obviously picking up on the solider-like language. The way he looked at her when he spoke... He had to know. There was no way he could say that and not know. She shook her head, about to admit to her crimes as the messenger came up and he wisked away. Ivy was left with a sigh of relief, but she wondered what would happen next time she was cornered by him. The relief didnt last long though. Once the battle was announced the camp she had been calling home was uprooted to move and fight for their country. What's so wrong with the Brittish? she pondered but did not dare ask. She watched on almost longingly as Caval made his speech to the troops, but caught herself before it lasted too long. They were off to war, of course, not love. Though all is fair in both. And though Ivy had been selfless in leaving her siblings, she never thought what would happen if she died or was capured by the enemy. These thoughts appeared in her head as they walked towards the approaching army, not too far away.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

The marching lasted for days. Armies are slow things and the British were just striking out. It was in ways both better and far worse than the training. While now there was a purpose an reason for what they were doing, unfortunately that reason was war and it was looming not far on the horizon. Caval seemed to spend ever more time with the soldiers for soon they would be fighting side by side and some would not make it. As they marched other soldiers from other lords came and joined them. Even less fortunate souls conscripted as spear men arrived, archers and crossbowmen seemed to constantly add to the armies number. Finally they saw their first impact of war as the long train of the military came into contact with the seemingly endless line of refugees. Women, children, the old, rarely a man of any middling age walked by, slowly, carrying what they could on their backs. On the rare occasion a pack animal went by it dragged a litter with some wounded or ill person tied to it. Caval was disgusted, angered by what he saw. When there was a brief break in the line of refugees he would turn to his soldiers and remind them, This is why we fight. This war may be about who is king of France but it is for this, these people, our families that we fight. He would jab a finger at one of the men, happened to be the young and skittish Charles, You do not fight for just your family, but all of your brothers families. It is not your mother, sisters, brothers, cousins that you fear will be hurt by this war but all of ours. We will fight as one and push the British back off of our land. I will fight for all of you. Finally they passed through a town where the various commanding lords had decided would be their base and were in the process of fortifying. Off in the distance, in the direction the road continued smoke could be seen rising from the horizon. Civilians would whisper and say that the British could not afford to keep the citizens of the town alive or let them flee lest they come back as soldiers, so they were killing them and burning their bodies. The truth though, the British were now just a days march away.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

The marching never ceased. And though the soldiers had been trained, Ivy felt like she hadn't been trained for marching days on end, or seeing her fellow people walking along away from the war. It struck a heart string, knowing that she couldn't let that happen to her brother and sister. Her feet kept moving though, on and on, mile after mile. Sometimes she wondered if she had fallen asleep on her feet after stretches of land had passed without recognition. Once the base was established, Ivy crashed. Most went to drink, play around with the women of the town, or help with defenses of the town. Ivy, on the other hand, found a place to put her bed roll and just lied down and fell asleep. Her body was not built for this. Not in the slightest. Sleeping though the night and soon into morning, Ivy was in for a rude surprise when she awoke much like the other soldiers. Screams were heard on the outskirts of the town. The British had attacked in the early hours of the morning, marching through the night. It left the soldiers tired, but the adrenalin pumping through their veins overrode that. If they survived, they would be exhausted later. The French, on the other hand, were not only unprepared, but most were drunk. Luckily, since Ivy had fallen asleep in her marching gear, she was more ready than most for a fight. Used to being the underdog, the French pulled it together quickly with shouts from commanders from all around the city. Ivy's first kill, she nearly couldn't do it, but there was a fire in the man's eyes that told her he would if she didn't. A sniffle came, holding back the tears from taking that first life. She couldn't stand this, but she also knew she had to endure. Paul soon found her and they begun fighting together like old friends, knowing close to every move the other had. The fight raged on, Ivy found herself stepping over dead men left and right, tripping every once and awhile to be caught by Paul and a laugh. The blood and gore clogged her throat with disgust and sorrow. Ivy couldn't understand how someone could do this every day, let alone enjoy it and make a career.
Thread: 100 Year War (Farcry/Risi

Caval met with the various commanders in the town that was their base. It was a miserable meeting and it went almost nowhere. All they could agree on was that defenses had to be built but by whom was a contentious issue. So it was that Caval was up late dealing with issues where he was often ignored due to his lack of noble birth. As well he did help with some of the barricade construction before a need for sleep saw him to bed. He awoke as most everyone else did to the shouts of war and dying. Not having the time to put on his armor he simply grabbed his sword and charged out into the conflict. It would have been disturbing how naturally killing someone came back to Caval if he had time to think about anything. Instead all there was is the reflexive action of thrust, parry, counter attack. As sword bit into muscle, sinew and bone Caval would follow through with vicious intent before moving on. This did not mean he lacked goals, instead he fought his way closer to his own men, shouting orders, getting them to form up and remember their training. With a grunt Caval got hit by the pommel of a Englishman's sword on the back swing before he stuck his own sword half way into the opponents guts. Eventually he was able to make it into and past where his soldiers were camped and was able to form up most of them. Thankfully fighting in the streets meant that the British couldn't use their archers as effectively, while the French could simply fire indiscriminately at the English who were waiting outside the town. Eventually the combat subsided as the French had been able to fall back to defensive positions and the British were no longer able to make any headway. At this point most every inhabitant of the town was bloodied, whether it was villagers defending their homes or bandaging the wounded or the soldiers stuck deep into the conflict. Panting, the commander had the blood of others on him, foe and ally alike. Yet he had removed his shirt and was using it to staunch the blood of one of his soldiers, a young man named Marneau, it was doubtful he would survive his wounds but Caval stayed with him. Get him some wine. Go repair that fence. He continued to shout order between telling the dying man that he would be fine, his mother was okay and how brave and honorable he had been.