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Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up Sex? Sure, Kay was a succubus, but...wow. She'd never even so much as fed before, and now she had to have sex with an angel of all things. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, she thought as she made her way through the press of bodies back to her room. It had been so much easier walking with Alistair. The crowd had never just...parted like that. So surreal! Kay couldn't help feeling a little lightheaded after the whole experience. When she reached her room, the pair of succubi had gone but their various stains and puddles remained. Oh, hells no, she said. I call dibs on the other bunk. Succubus or no, she couldn't stand the idea of sleeping in puddles of stranger-cum. Still...her mouth reflexively watered at the sight of it all. Eww, what is wrong with me?! Of course, she already knew the answer. Virgin's disease, they called it. Non-contagious, genetic, but it might as well have been deadly for all the harm it did to Kay's livelihood as a sex demon. Despite being offended by their impromptu tresspass and coupling, Kay couldn't help envying the other succubi. It must be so nice, being able to just fuck and feed like that. It was then that she noticed the sheaf of papers that the Headmistress had spoken of, and on top of that, a card labeled Partner with a name scrawled underneath. Illa..ill-wait, no that's wrong. She squinted at the nearly ilegible handwriting. Illiri? There was a room number as well. It couldn't be helped, just like so much of her life. Kay gave herself a quick look in the mirror, smoothed out her blouse and brushed her uncooperative hair out of her eyes. Yup, still too many freckles, still wearing ugly thick glasses, still flat as a damned board. With a heavy sigh, she shuffled out the door and made for the room belonging to this Illiri, whoever he was.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up Illiri headed back to his room, silently skulking through the crowds. He already didn't like it here, he had fell and made a fool of himself, he was going to have to bunk with a demon. He had to have sex with a demon! His foot steps escalated to stomping as he walked through the halls, only growing more and more annoyed by the moment. He made it to his room and noticed the papers, he scanned them as quickly as he could and noticed the name of the woman he was supposed to sleep with. Kay. He said outloud, as if the name was familiar to him. He didn't know it, but he felt that there could have been worse names for a demon, and a succubi apparently. He headed out of the door with his jaw set. He might as well get it over with as quickly as possible. He looked around for her, staying in close range to his room. He just wanted to go home. To be able to relax and be among friends. But he knew that he had to challenge his views and prove them right. That was what this had to be about, proving that demons were tempters who corrupted the soul. He sat next to his door, waiting for her or his assigned roommate, curious of the identities of each.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up When she reached the door in the boys' dorm marked 3-B, Kay didn't immediately know what to make of the angel sitting down on the floor beside the door. They're angels, she thought, I guess I can't expect them to act like regular people. She didn't know if she should say hello or what else, so she just kept to herself as usual and tried not to look embarrassed when she knocked on the door. When no one answered, she looked over at the angel on the floor, knocked again, blushed, stumbled, and finally managed to say, Hi. She swallowed reflexively. My...my name is, um, Kay. Do you know an angel named, uhm...'Ah-leer-aiy'? She knew right away that she had butchered the name, but maybe she'd get lucky and this would be a friend of his.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up It's Ih, Lee, Ree. I'm right here. So you are the one named Kay. Hey, didn't you fall down earlier? He smirked, apparently he got one of the demons who wasn't so bad. Still, she was a demon so he didn't trust her. He sighed. So, should we get this over with? We should probably do it inside of my room before my roommate shows up. He stands up, offering his hand for a moment before recoiling it as he realized that she was a demon. Lets just go and do our duties. I know you probably want to twist me for your sick wicked way, but I'm forced to deal with you.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up She'd almost taken his hand when he recoiled from her. S-sorry, she said. I...I know I'm ugly but please don't tease me too hard. I have a condition. She meant every last word of it. Being homely or plain might be alright to angels or even mortals, but to be cursed with that appearance as a succubus made you positively hideous. I don't really want to twist you or anything. Promise. Can we... She looked around nervously. Can we go inside before someone does something mean?
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up Ophelia had dropped off her belongings, attended the seminar, and was now headed back to her dorm room. Her blue locks were hanging freely down her back. She wore a white, low hanging v-neck, a pair of black, skin tight skinny jeans, and knee high white boots. She moved down the carpeted hallway, hearing arguments amongst girls already. She was flustered. They had same sex roomies, but they were the opposite race. She was with a demon. It didn't really matter to her. What bothered her was that she was going to have to give up her virginity to one. Someone she didn't like. Gah, sister, she sighed, moving past a succubi and another angel. Her irises flashed a white cross as she caught his eye before moving into her dorm room. She picked up the packet and read through it, the paper pricking her finger. Her silver blood stained the paper and she squeaked. She heard a whisper of a congrats but the pamphlet stayed to go back to. She looked at her partner and tilts her head. I don't even want to attempt to pronounce this, she sighs.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up He sighed. Now he felt positively cruel. She didn't deserve this kind of treatment. He didn't trust her, but he felt that he should at least give her a little bit of respect. He offered his hand again and nodded. Yes, we can go inside. I... am sorry dem-Kay. You are... tolerable. He lead her into his bedroom, and sat on the bed. He wasn't really sure how to go about this, mostly because he had always been so focused on hating demons and following the laws of the land, that he never had been sexually active. You are the succubi, you should take a bit of a lead. He turned a light shade of red. He looked out the window as he waited for her to act, to do something. He wanted this to be over with. First he went from hating this demon, to feeling bad for her. She showed her weaknesses to him, he doubted this was some grand scheme to corrupt him. Demons weren't usually that clever and long thinking for simple, lower power angels like him. He turned his head to face her, she was pretty. Not too pretty like the rest of her race, but enough that he found her pleasing without setting him on guard.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up Alistair sighed as he listened to the Headmistress, not looking forward to having to spend so much time around angels, but he was already resigned to that fact. He had come here to learn of them after all. and while the method was...unorthodox, he supposed that it was effective if the Headmistress was going to use it. Or she was sadistic. There was probably a fifty fifty shot on both of that. He exited the Hall with the rest, miraculously untouched by the jostling and pushing as people tried to get out and too their rooms. though not as anxious to meet their partners. And, quicker than he could have wished, he arrived at his dorm room, to find out who his roommate, and partner would be. Fortunately, it was empty, so he began unpacking. It was going to be a long day.
Thread: { Mixed Up } [ NEEDS ANGELS//TEACHERS ]

RE Mixed Up Kay sat on the bed next to Aylee--no, Ill-eer-ee. Illiri, that was it. R-really? You don't think I'm gross or FUCK ME! she cried, her hands reflexively squeezing her breasts provocatively. Or at least they would have, if she'd ever had any breasts to begin with. I'm so sorry! She hid her face in her palms. It's not you it's just it's a succubus thing and I have a condition and I just...I just... Finding her hands to be insufficient sanctuary, she buried her face in the bedspread and sobbed hysterically. I've NEVER eaten! she said between wheezing sobs. I just--I just I get so hungry all the time and I can't think straight and--FUCK ME--and then THAT happens and hell's holy stars and fucking stones you probably think I'm insane... She looked up at Illiri, wondering if he was about to freak out and attack her as some demon monster.
Thread: Simple and sweet rp on yahoo

Marie.d said Hey there Not looking for anyone special, just someone who wants to rp on yahoo. Don't care about length really. Just type enough to get the idea clear. I'm open to a lot of options. Just no sci fi demon fan fiction. Stories can be long or short. If we're on the same page I think we will have some fun. We can talk more about it if you are interested on yahoo. Just add me and say that you saw this thread! It's marie.dunessyahoo.com Click to expand... Hi, Sent you an email on yahoo like you requested cnytom
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Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Kauppa-Kohta Kauppa-Kohta meaning - trade point is a Lossoth settlement located in the area of Taur Orthon in Forochel. This village is located east of Lake Korkea-Jarvi and is sheltered at the base of a huge, but hostile mountain range. It is also surrounded by woodlands riddled with wolves, elk, wolverines, etc. True to its translated name, trade and service between the Lossoth and Longbeards are prevalent here and it boasts the only road that serves as the gateway into Forochel from Evendim, which leads into the more southerly region of Eriador. Though Kauppa-Kohta is a peaceful village, they are forever at the ready and constantly watchful of more hostile Lossoth faction known as the Suri-Maja.
Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Maranwe Winterborne Maran. Race Elf Noldor. Attire Grayish-blue, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress dark blue cloak brown leather boots. Weapon Dagger , bowarrows . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging Anyone. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Though the horrible sounds had faded, Maranwe could still hear the shrieking screams of her mother the moment the goblins appeared... An angry mace found its target as it pierced the Maran's mother's body with a mighty crack, breaking flesh and bone as it caused her willowy body to crumple and slump into a heap on the frigid ground. Maran let out a shout the moment her Elf eyes saw the violent vision unfold, but it was immediately stifled by a large hand before a sound had a chance to roll off her full lips. Her brother, Orrin, almost roughly pulled her aside and threw her to the ground. His lips teasingly brushed against her ear as the goblins swarmed, their weapons brandished and glinting in the harsh silvery rays of light that had shone down from the moon overhead in the inky sky. You must run, Maran, Orrin whispered. Run and don't look back. His words were clear and distinct. Gently, a hand stroked Maran's slender neck and brushed her snowy hair in a loving gesture. Go on to Forochel and do what we set out to do. Maran shifted suddenly, her gray eyes locking onto her brother's. Almost immediately, she could feel them pricking with tears. She knew what he was doing. He was saying goodbye... As Maran continued to run, she wished she'd had more time. More time with her parents, her brother. But the goblins had been many and she was their only hope to help their kin now. She needed to see things through, to help them all if it was possible. It was what her family had wanted and why they'd set out on their journey from Rivendell in the first place. Rivendell... how she suddenly missed it. It's warmth, it's song. But now wasn't the time for grieving. That would have to wait. Frightened, Maran pressed onward, her heart heavy as she found herself hoping she'd manage to lose the goblins that had murdered her family and had been hot on her trail since. Her body was aching and in need of rest, her trek having gone on for a couple of hours at least. Running, panting hard, she glanced upward into the dark starless sky--a bad omen to not see the stars. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she silently prayed she'd find safety, that somehow she'd live to see dawn.
Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Maranwe Winterborne Maran. Race Elf Noldor. Attire Grayish-blue, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress dark blue cloak brown leather boots. Weapon Dagger , bowarrows . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging Anyone Mithon. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Somehow the sky seemed to get darker, the air colder. But that just wasn't possible, spiteful tricks of nature purposefully meant to deceive! As Maran huffed through the darkness, she could feel the fear coursing through her Noldor veins, her blood almost as cold as the ice that surrounded her for what appeared to be miles. Glancing down at her feet, she continued to run--her steps light despite how much she pushed herself--over the snowy ground of Forodwaith. Her body was trembling, shivering in both fright and from the vicious bite in the air as it gnashed at her pale flesh while she ran. Licking her lips, her mind drifted back to her family and how their bodies had been mutilated all those miles back... so much blood, so much screaming... Maran's eyes began to water as she tried to shake off the fresh memory. She couldn't dwell on it when goblins could still be about. She needed to find safety, something! But there was nothing in this desolate area she found herself in, this place so different from home, from Rivendell. Just then, she heard a shout. Immediately, her gray eyes narrowed into slits and her body went stock still. The voice had been gruff, but not harsh and words... Elven? Blinking, she turned to see who had called out speaking in her native tongue so far away from any haven she'd consider safe. Who's there? Maran called back, but all too soon she caught sight of the man who'd addressed her, her Elf eyes seeing in through the darkness. She clutched herself about her middle, her mind unsure of whether he be friend or enemy still... as she peered at him, he seemed somewhat familiar. Had she seen him before? Surely not, though stranger things had happened in her lifetime. And how do I know you to be friend? she then asked.
Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Mithon Mist Race Human Dnedain Attire Mottledspotted grey seal skin cloak, a sleeveless dark brown myskhrka leather jerkin, a grey woolen long sleeved tunic, beige undertunic, seal skin trousers, beige leggings underneath, woolen socks, rabbit fur lined sealskin boots , seal skin gloves. Weapons Sigwine , Beruna's Gift , hand axe , dagger and knife . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging DAAnyone Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Mithon watched as the elf stilled instantly. One second she was running full out, the next she was unmoving. He slowed his own steps, waiting for her eyes to fall upon him, which they did quickly enough. His eyes fixed on her as well, taking her in. Her attire certainly did not seem to fit the environs that they currently found both of themselves in. Not only was her clothing seemingly not suited for the conditions, it's make was entirely out of place. It seemed rich compared to what Mithon had become used to the past several years. It was not to long ago that he too wore elven made finery, but it seemed a lifetime, another life completely really. When she spoke, asking who was there, he stopped completely. I am Mithon, known as Mist by some. I mean you no harm, he told her, his voice calm despite the fact that he was breathing hard. He could not help but think that she was rather diminutive for her kind as he looked at her. Usually he was of a height with most elves, if not shorter, at least when it came to those that inhabited Rivendell. Oh all the elven havens in Middle-earth, Imladris had been the one he had visited most. It only made sense considering that his chieftain had been raised there and that the bulk of his people inhabited the lands known as the Angle that were just south of the haven. When she next questioned him, inquiring how she was to know he was a friend, he smiled slightly, still speaking in the elven tongue, How many of the enemy's servants speak the tongue of your own people? Then, having faith that he could trust her, he added, I am also one of the Dnedain and I was sent here by my chieftain.
Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Maranwe Winterborne Maran. Race Elf Noldor. Attire Grayish-blue, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress dark blue cloak brown leather boots. Weapon Dagger , bowarrows . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging Anyone Mithon. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Maran could feel a heat rise to her cheeks as she listened to the man speak. True, it wasn't often one heard another who was an enemy speak the lilting melody that was Sindarin. The words flowed from the man's mouth, rolling off his tongue as the sound struck at her ears and reminded her of Rivendell, of somewhere happy and warm and safe. He spoke it almost as if it was a second language to him, the tones and inflections so familiar despite the fact that he clearly wasn't her kind. She gave him a curt yet cautious nod, her gray eyes fixed upon him as she gracefully stepped closer to inspect and scrutinize. After all she'd been through, her hackles had been raised, her nerves tattered and frayed, she couldn't help but be somewhat leery. Slowly, Maran approached Mithon, her thoughts drifting on how quickly she might be able to grab the dagger she had strapped to her thigh or reach for bow slung over her back should the need arise. But as she neared the Dunedain, his features becoming clearer in the moonlight, she couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. He'd claimed to have been sent north into Forodwaith by his chieftain. Perhaps she knew of him. Though she'd never gotten involved in politics, she knew the Elves of Rivendell had many ties with such men, working together with them to keep peace and drive out the evil that always seemed to loom in the darkest of corners. When Maran was near enough, she looked up at Mithon and gave him a small curtsy and smiled. Not many, she agreed, her breaths still coming hard from her run. I am Maranwe, winterborne daughter to... but her voice trailed, faltering slightly as the vision of her family's bodies invaded her mind, causing her to wince. To Celedwin and Sabriel. Her eyes shifted downward, finding themselves fixed upon the snow as the moonlight reflected harshly off it, casting odd shadow upon her face. Noldor Elf of Rivendell. By the time she finished speaking, her voice was almost a hushed whisper, her one hand fidgeting with the long strands of snowy white hair that cascaded over a slender shoulder. Maran looked up at Mithon, her breath catching in her throat as she swallowed down the lump that had formed. She wanted to scream, to cry out, to grieve. She was alone! Her family gone, murdered, left behind for the goblins to defile while she ran away like a coward into the starless night. Goblins may be about, Maran then said, barely finding her voice. I'm not sure if they've followed me here or not, but it might be best to be cautious. Giving Mithon an apologetic look, she added. I very well may have placed you in danger.
Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Mithon Mist Race Human Dnedain Attire Mottledspotted grey seal skin cloak, a sleeveless dark brown myskhrka leather jerkin, a grey woolen long sleeved tunic, beige undertunic, seal skin trousers, beige leggings underneath, woolen socks, rabbit fur lined sealskin boots , seal skin gloves. Weapons Sigwine , Beruna's Gift , hand axe , dagger and knife . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging DAAnyone Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Mithon remained still as she approached him, his eyes studying her intently. Her movements were cautious, very much like a deer about to bolt at the first sign of trouble. Something had spooked this woman, that was more then obvious to the ranger that towered nearly a foot over her. He could not help but wonder what he would do if she ran. More then likely he would chase after her and being that she was one of the eldar she was likely far more fleet of foot then her. Besides, if he chased her she very well might act like a cornered animal and decide to attack him. That was an encounter that Mithon very much wanted to avoid. But all of those thoughts evaporated as she rather suddenly flashed him a smile and curtsied to him. Mithon blinked and stood there for half a second before he remembered his manners and inclined his head to her. When she introduced herself he noticed the faltering in her voice when she came to telling him the name of her parents. That was rather intriguing. I am pleased to meet you Maranwe. Although I must admit that I had not expected to see one of your people this far north, let along running through the woods. He could not help but wonder what had brought her north. But, before he had a chance to ask, she spoke once more and what she told him was far from pleasant. Goblins. She thought that there might be goblins pursuing her. The ranger's eyes moved, glancing over her shoulder. In the slight moonlight he could not make out any movement in the direction from whence she had come, nor could he see any tracks from her. Of course the latter observation made sense, considering that she was an elf. Mithon's eyes drifted back to hers and he spoke to her, his tone soft, yet confident, I cannot see any tracks that you might have left and goblins are not known for their tracking skills. Only if they had wargs with them could they have tracked you more then likely. He was silent for a moment, then added, Besides, it would not be the first time I have had to fight ilk like that. The ranger then asked her out of curiosity, What has brought you north?
Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Maranwe Winterborne Maran. Race Elf Noldor. Attire Grayish-blue, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress dark blue cloak brown leather boots. Weapon Dagger , bowarrows . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging Anyone Mithon. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Maran's breaths had begun to slow slightly, but her senses were still on full alert. The memory of the massacre was still fresh in her mind, the vision of her parents' and brother's bodies as they lay in pools of crimson in the hard packed snow. Her body shuddered and the urge to leave the area grew strong. Though Mithon had assured her he'd been unable to see the tracks of goblins, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and worry. She was her family's last hope of investigating the troubles of the north, of reuniting with their kin in Lindon. There was much work to be done and due to the oaths she'd silently taken, she had to see them through. Word has reached Rivendell that there is trouble in Lindon, Maran began. Her Elf eyes darted back and forth, glancing at shadows as worry consumed her. A 'poisonous' magic from the north is harming my kin, our friends, her head shook as her gray eyes glistened with unshed tears. So, my family set out to Forodwaith to investigate the potential cause. Maran paused a moment, her mind drifting as she thought of her brother, Orrin. It was he who'd suggested that they head north first in hopes to find answers so that they might better help the Elves of Lindon. She took a deep, yet shaky breath, her hands trembling as she stood there. How she missed him. How she missed them all! I need to find out what is causing my kin to become ill. Whatever it is, the source is in Forodwaith, likely Forochel. Maran looked at Mithon, her face a bit frantic beneath the calm facade she tried to portray. But we were attacked a few miles from here. My parents, my brother... they are dead.