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Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

All too true, and even though she really didn't do anything wrong, were this any other situation she probably would have died xD Jackson continued to work even with the modifications to his armor, he couldn't load the suit down too much. Not that the servos couldn't handle the weight, but he needed to stay as compact as possible. Which unfortunately meant having to leave much of the supplies he managed to acquire behind. How many 'caches' did he have now? All because he'd been discovered, though this was the first time he was truly at fault for letting it happen. Her question, however, made him pause noticeably. His shoulders tensed visibly, eyes focused on the armor suit before him, soon falling to the sidearm by his feet. His lifelines in this hostile world, the memories of all the times he was attacked. The sleepless evenings, downing pill after pill, trying to do everything in his power to stay awake. To never let himself be caught off-guard...And yet here he was, a naked Mamono in his room, asking his identity. He was wordless before he started to dress in that black, skin-tight suit threads of blue-white light seemed to flash up over it, thinner than a human hair, signaling the activation sequence. Letting out a heavy sigh, he felt the suit cling to his body, still showing the muscle he had left even though he definitely looked emaciated. As far as I know...Yeah, I am. he finally replied as a white lie, bending down to retrieve his sidearm and adding But don't get any ideas Mating season or not, you come after me, you're dead before you can blink. He knew there were others, but he didn't have it in him to say that right now. Plates near the hip parted to allow the storage of the pistol and extra ammunition, three magazines in total, before closing back up and signaling the end of his tenure here. And with this, he then retrieved his main weapon, the assault rifle that he finished repairing, loading a fresh magazine underneath the stock and racking the first round. The soldier then went over and opened the patio door again, stating You have had your fun, right? Good....Now get out.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Mhmm The harpy immediately regretted asking the question. The visible tensing, and almost glassy flashback stare that his eyes acquired caused her to feel an incredible guilt. She frowned, for a bit, before nodding, watching him equip and power on the armor, before noticing the way he stowed his pistol, She almost looked heartbroken when he told her to leave,but she did oblige. Placing the datapad in his hands on the way by, she moved past him, onto the porch. One quick hoped from her agile avian legs had her on the railing, where she promptly looked over her shoulder, to flash Jackson a smile. Of course, the look on her face, read, in spades, that he would see her again. Name's-Amelia, by-the-way, she stated, before launching herself into the sky with a beat of her wings. Harpies' bone structure was incredibly lightweight, and they were lithe for a reason. She made a quick circle of the building, before quickly escalating in altitude. Before long, she was just a speck in the sky.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

From the beginning of his entrance into the forest, Jackson would acquire the feeling of being watched. Call it a sixth sense, or a trained soldier's instinct, but he knew he was being hunted. When he rested against the tree, it only grew, and the forest around him seemed to start becoming quiet. Of course, forests only grew quiet when a predator was about. As Jackson began to move again, noises in the forest would begin to popup but not of wildlife.The small cracks of twigs,and the light, almost stealthy crunching of leaves would signify his pursuers. If that wasn't enough, a loud howl--distinctly canine-- split the crisp evening air, sending shivers down the back of anything decidedly prey. But a moment after, the marine would begin to spot shapes among the trees ranging from brown, to black, to white, these shapes formed a half-circle around his flank. Nearing twenty in number, it was a large pack, and they had only one thing on their minds, apparently. Clearly, they were the werewolves Amelia had talked about earlier humanoid shapes with the appendages of canines, intent on capturing the lone male for quite some time. As time passed, the semi-circle began to close in, keeping as much cover between them and the marine as possible, but steadily gaining ground.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand there's the punchline, folks! Thanks for reading! Hope to see you next time! xD Pfff. Cracked me up. The wolves spotted what they assumed was a vulnerability, and fell for it like a hammer to gravity. The second he had begun to wait, they converged sprinting in at him from all angles, to close on their vivacious prize. When sudden lights, combined with deafening noise, and concussive waves of air assaulted their head-on approach screams of pain lit the night air. The ones closest to him had dropped to the ground, straight-dead, from sensory overload. With heightened senses, werewolves were already susceptible to noises and the like. Caught unawares, those closest two had their senses overloading capillaries bursting like a dam in rain season, as they slumped to the ground dead. The second closest of the wolves were sent into spasmic shock overwhelmed by the sensations, but not close enough for their nerves to undergo serious trauma. Following them were the rest, which simply clutched at their heads, eyes, and bodies, as they were submitted to enhanced--yet not nearly as decapacitating responses-- effects of the devices. At a rough count--he had taken off quickly-- there were 14 werewolves laying about. So, as he ran through the forest, one thought would cross through Jackson's mind. Were there more? Forests can play tricks on the normal eye, and sensors, when things are moving at fast speeds. In addition, a common tactic of wolf packs--adapted for eons by humankind, as well-- was the simple strategy of the Hammer and the Anvil. As one large group herds and attempts to stallstop the enemy, a smaller, but--preferably more trained--group hammers in from the opposite direction exploiting chaos on the lines. As he moved towards the road, he'd be confronted suddenly by six more werewolves. Apparently leading them, in a near-phalanx-V formation, was a massive white werewolf practically Amazonian in size. Clearly the Alpha, it was smirking smugly. They washed in like a tidal wave, striking when liable, but only making small risks, darting out to the cover of the frequent trees whenever they were liable to be countered. However, they made a noteworthy effort to not let him continue he would have to go through every one of them to reach the outer forest, and the road therein. To top it off their hits were staggering. These were no coyotes of old they were a dominant pack, intent on getting what they wanted.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

You're inside my house. And on my bed. , the Mantis explained to him, before popping another grape into his mouth. Sighing in exasperation, the Mamono sat back in her chair, and glanced over his body. While her gaze did linger on his crotch--where her face seemed to flush up just a bit--she almost didn't take notice,and continued down his body. Those wolves did a number on your body. You are quite lucky that I got there in time. The Mantis stated almost nonchalantly, before standing up.The room he was in was resolutely small trees only did get so big. However, it was like a small apartment big enough for a bed, a dresser, a wall of assorted supplies,and various nooks to stow-away containers. The only exit was a circular opening of rounded, woven, grass thrown-open by the Mamono, after she grabbed a wooden pitcher from the nearby wall. It seemed, upon exit, that the Mamono dropped straight down confirming that this was rather high up in said tree. Nevertheless, she was prompt to return back, and move to his side once again. This time, she pressed the lip of the pitcher to his lips, without warning, and began to tip it back. Drink... , she ordered solemnly, ...Or choke. Of course, she slowly poured it taking a few moments in between sips for the marine to recover. Mantis' were some of the lesser-known Mamono most documentation only explained that they lived in forests. They were incredibly skilled warriors, and seemed to have no interest in humans outside of their mating seasons. They were beings made to survive, and lived life only to do so.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Jackson's ears caught her words, the one eye that wasn't covered narrowing as she called him lucky. Was it lucky? Even if it wasn't those mangy flea-bags, he was still prisoner to a Mamono. And that thought made him angry damn it all, if only that Harpy hadn't landed on his patio...If only he hadn't left that fucking window open! As she left, a heavy sigh left his mouth at least his jaws didn't feel broken, which meant this time he could chew the grape she gave him. As tough as even that was for him in his present state But before he could ponder any further, she was back, holding a wooden pitcher to his lips the soldier couldn't even protest about a smaller container before she started pouring. The first sip was the hardest it felt painful to even swallow. The next few went down more easily, his throat practically singing in jubilation as the moisture wet his esophagus, relieving the practical desert in his mouth. Thankfully as well she seemed content to let him drink until the pitcher was empty, his thirst now quenched. But his movement was still restricted, something that clearly showed as he tried to even sit up he was quicker this time to just lay down, himself taking a deep breath as his body tried to take the welcome reprieve from all the running and over-exertion. His eyes stared up at the ceiling why this Mamono was caring for him, he could only fathom. Why did you stop the Wolves from killing me? You want to do it yourself or something? he then asked her coldly, the words still sounding strained but coming out more clearly now.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Why did I save you? , the Mantis paused, while hearing his second question. Abruptly, she began to laugh. It was cold, mirthless, but still rather humorous in nature. Rolling her eyes, the Mantis eventually centered her gaze back on the marine, this time holding up one hand, and one finger. Now, listen here, man. You might've killed a lot of Mamono--yes, everyone in the damn monster world has heard rumors of you--but you're not all we think about. I killed those wolves because they encroached on my territory I'm not going to let that simply pass. As to why I saved you... The Mantis paused, and seemed to get distracted a light blush coming to her cheeks, as she squirmed a bit on her spot. But a moment later, she returned to a cold look, directed at him. It's simply because if you die in my land, I would never hear the end of it. I don't want annoying bygones passing through my land, talking about how the last man alive died here. N... Nothing more, nothing less. Understand? The Mantis explained to him, before sitting back once again. One of her legs crossed over the other, as she calmly perused him again.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Jackson just sat there and listened, not really caring for the fact that she was laughing and making light of all this. Then she went on about how he wasn't all they thought about funny way of showing it, the marine thought, especially with how many times he'd been attacked. Hopefully she wasn't expecting him to apologize or start professing his gratitude towards her. Fat chance of that happening, his crude thoughts continued on. Please, as if they would actually care I was gone. he huffed, not even bothering to try and thank her. All I asked was why you stopped them from killing me. You could have just said 'To defend my territory' and that would have been fine. I couldn't care less what you damn Mamono think of me. was his next statement. Still, the Mantis' last statement held something that troubled him Last man alive? Wait, the hell do you mean last man alive? I know for a fact there are others. Or at least there were...Who knows if you damn freaks killed them too. Jackson then shot back heatedly.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

The Mantis gave Jackson a decidedly venomous glare, when he simply retorted back at her. He seemed like a real dick sometimes, especially when he had just been saved. To top it of, e was being tended to something he couldn't do quite so well on his own. However, upon hearing his question, she frowned a bit, before a look of realization over-came her. Ah. I don't mean alive in the literal sense. When we take husbands, I suppose we consider them more as our own not so much as a single human male. To rephrase you're the last free male. At least, that's known. The Mantis paused for a moment, before showing the slightest bit of emotion, in a soft sigh, as she stood up. I don't expect your gratitude, as I suspect you are incapable of it towards Mamono's, but I would enjoy you being... ahem. Not a dick. A moment of silence from the Mantis followed her proclamation, before she added, I've dressed your wounds in a clay poltice of various medical herbs. They should accelerate your healing, and induce essential nutrients through your skin. If you relax, and not try to stress yourself, you should be in--at least--walking order, in a day or two. With that being said, the Mantis rose, and moved to the entrance. A quick glance back at the Marine, and she was gone dropping out of the entrance way without another word.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Jackson huffed as she explained, clearly starting to get fed up with even being near her. If she knew so much about him, why would she expect him to be anything short of a complete dickhead to her? You're the one who said people heard about me you're fucking moronic if you think saving my life will win you any good graces he replied in a very angry tone how bad was it that he was not only saved, but being scolded by the very thing he hated? This attitude persisted even as she left to do...whatever. Like hell he was going to give her a day, let alone two armor or no, he wasn't going to just sit here and let her try and plump him up. He was getting out of here he'd been in situations before where he didn't know where the hell was, this was no different. Except that all his best tools were probably destroyed, and his hands were completely useless bound up in this clay. And it was for this reason alone he tried to at least sit up, his body shooting in agony which forced him back onto the cozy mattress. His chest heaved from the exertion, a cast arm thumping against his chest rather harshly and making him cringe. Sweat beaded his forehead as he slowly calmed down, Breathe, Jackson...Breathe. There has to be a way out of here. Of course, it would seem right now he was not succeeding, though he would keep trying...Even as the Mantis might make her return.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

It was a few hours, at least, before the Mantis returned, promptly in time to see him struggling once again. If there was one important quality about Jackson, that people would need to know... he was a stubborn motherfucker. With an annoyed growl-like sound, the Mantis marched across the room to him. She was glowering at the marine, staring him down with a spark of annoyed anger in her eyes. Now, you insolent meathead... , she muttered under her breath, as she stalked to his bedside, If I wanted to kill you, or meant any fucking harm to you... , from the chitin gauntlet on her arm, extended an arm-length blade, a razor of natural origins. With one swift movement, she chopped at the wall just to the right of his head sinking the blade a few inches into it. She withdrew it smoothly, and laid the blade just at the hollow of his neck. You would have died in the forest. My forest. Another pause followed her proclamation, as she let it sink in, before she straightened, and the blade retreated in the chitin. Do you understand, you moronic marine? Or would you rather I take you down now, and lay you on the edge of my territory, for the wolves? The Mantis snarkily snapped, focusing a glare down at the grizzled man.
Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

With the return of the Mantis, Jackson's struggles continued his damned body just wouldn't listen though. Not surprising, since it was basically him forcing his body to go far beyond even the toughest of the UNSC Delta Force soldier's training. And right as he settled in, he saw her glaring at him. Not that it fazed him, because these abominations could go fuck themselves for all he cared. Even her little display didn't seem to particularly rattle him, his eyes watching her own as she placed the blade at his neck and threatened him. All talk, especially when she withdrew it. It was only when she finished that he finally spoke again. Do what you like I've already been beaten and broken. I've nothing to defend myself those Wolves tore me apart and if you were strong enough to go up against them, then anything I do is meaningless. So...By all means. End it. I never asked your to save me, anyway, you fucking abomination. he then said quietly, defeatedly, his laying down on the pillow. And honestly? He could feel that part of him wanted him to be a dick, if only to goad her into killing him. He was...Just so tired of it all. Running, hiding, living on the fringe. There were more than a few times that he nearly pulled the trigger on himself, green eyes staring down the dark abyss of his sidearm's barrel. And every time...He never did it. In those times, he was uncaptured...Surviving a midst of chaos. But now...Sitting here, bandaged up, at the mercy of some freak. He was better off dead.
Thread: Private Messages Question

I'm not sure what is happening here but I recently noticed my Private Messages has a total count unread 0, Total 55 today morning it was at 58 but now it's at 55 without me deleting anything. Is this because of something I may have done? or is this something that happened for another cause. I'm sure this is probably not an error but I would like to know what is going on so I'm aware of situations. I'm not new to computers but I'm not tech savvy either.
Thread: Private Messages Question

size-2Have you tried refreshing the page or logging out and login back in? You could also send a message to a an admin, regarding the problem.size
Thread: Private Messages Question

I believe the total count refers to all forms of messages in your PM system, including drafts, sent messages, and trash. If you had some messages in your trash folder and they hit the time limit for full deletion, that could account for it.
Thread: Private Messages Question

Thank you both for your responses. It seems that Trygon is correct and my trash simply cleared itself. This thread can be deleted If the admin wants to do so.
Thread: Private Messages Question

I'll just close it so that it does't get any more responses. Thank you guys for the help c !
Thread: New Year's Eve Kiss Thread (SFW only please)

Kiss the user above you and wish them a Happy New Year's! In character, out of character, accented with links to cute kissing gifs . Welcome in 2017!
Thread: New Year's Eve Kiss Thread (SFW only please)

What a way to ring in the New Year. Few things are better than a warm, wet kiss as soft, supple lips touch. Happy New Year!
Thread: New Year's Eve Kiss Thread (SFW only please)

Happy New Year! To everyone and I hope you all have a safe and fun night.
Thread: New Year's Eve Kiss Thread (SFW only please)

Happy New Years
Thread: Hot Black Stuff: Luke's Coffee "date" with Harley.  (Sunny Strumpet x BlackestKnight)

Situated just west from Marcus Garvey Park in midtown Harlem is the one of Harlem's hidden but renown marvel's, a hole-in-the-wall coffee joint that wouldn't elicit so much a pause from the average out-of-towner and yet it attracted distinguished visitors from all parts of the world..and some beyond, it was the kind of place you wouldn't know about of unless you were looking for it, aptly named after its owner, outside the building in classic paint lettering read Luke's Coffee Joint. To describe the place, it was a modest but decently arranged joint. No bells, no whistles, mostly brick and some fine ebony wood, some decent indoor furniture, the booths were pub style, it being Harlem, it was also quite Harlem inspired, from pictures and artifacts of historic black figures to movie posters and the selection of music that played had a dated old-timey sort of feel. There was a platform in the back for open mic. In the heart of the shoppe had been Power Man - Luke who'd been using the down time to wipe down his surroundings prior to opening hours , he may have been the owner but bartending was really his preference, as far as help, he prefered to keep a tight crew, on days like this, he'd handle most of the work himself or get one of the neighborhood youth to handle dish work or whatever else needed tended to. He considered himself a hands-on kind of boss, and he had reputation for being quite good at that. There were separate and distinct menu for those seeking unconventional service.
Thread: Hot Black Stuff: Luke's Coffee "date" with Harley.  (Sunny Strumpet x BlackestKnight)

Hot Black Stuff Luke's Coffee date with Harley. Sunny Strumpet x BlackestKnight Harley didn't usually come all the way out to Harem. She was based out of Coney Island and there was a river and a lot of city to cross in order to get there, and for the most part you just didn't. Brooklyn had it's way of doing things and so did Harlem and people like Harley, who either looked for trouble or found it even when they weren't looking, were better off staying in their own boroughs. But not tonight. Tonight Harley'd had some fun chasing down a few people who'd crossed some friends with hers. People who'd fled to East Harlem thinking they'd be safe only to find themselves apologizing to Harley's shoes after a short conversation with one of her favorite baseball bats. But that was over now and Harley needed to relax. She'd heard about the place before. There were rumors in the circles she ran in but she'd dismissed them as wishful thinking. But then she heard firsthand, she'd never tell from who, that the 'Secret Menu' at Luke's Coffee Joint in Harlem was a real thing. And now she was in Harlem with no real need to rush home, so she hunted the place down, put her bat in the umbrella stand by the door and paused at the door to take a deep breath. Mmm, smells good in here. she said. The clownish girl then bounced her way her way up to the counter with a wide grin, looking over the man behind the counter and hoping he was on the menu. So who does a girl have to blow around here to get a taste of the hot black stuff? she asked him. Harley had heard of subtlety, but that required effort. She was here to unwind.