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Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

The young boy blinked as the man moved over. He was considerably taller than the small man, and stronger as well. He tilted his head quietly and shook his head. I wouldn't mind, sir... He knew that the man wouldn't think of making him room with his sister. It was improper. He smiled weakly and looked to the adviser who smiled and nodded. Good, then. Will you be okay here by yourself, Avile? For a few weeks? I'll be fine. He reassured, patting his hand. I'm very tired from the trip... may I go get a little bit of a nap? He looked to the king, smiling softly.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

I shall show you to my room. Mikal smiled as he grabbed the boy's arm and waved to his adviser. He led the boy down the hall and at the last room was the king's grand room. He opened the wooden door and smiled. All across the room were pictures of him in various poses. He had one were only the cloth was covering his body. He smiled at the boy once more. His bed had velvet sheets on them. He walked to the bed and patted the spot next to him. We shall both take a nap.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He blinked and smiled quietly as he followed him to the bedroom. He took a glance at the beautiful room and the bed as well, a soft giggle emanating from him. He tilted his head and gazed around the grand room, a bit curious as to why the other had so many pictures of himself up. All right. He smiled and moved to the bed, stretching his legs out and curling up on one side tiredly.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

How could you just sleep like that? Isn't it hot in here? he asked as he took off his shirt and smiled at him. Come on we are two men. No one will hurt you. he teased and poked his side softly. He ruffled his hair a bit and smirked. Tell me about yourself. Why should I allow you to marry my sister? he asked casually as he looked at him. He was a king and had every right to see the boy strip in front of him. Once he was under the blankets he removed his pants. Mikal was now in his boxers.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

Not... really. I'm not really all that hot. He replied, his fists rubbign tiredly at his eyes as he laid on his side. He yawned and closed his eyes gently, seemingly tired from his long journey to the kingdom. Mmm? His eyes opened tiredly and he tilted his head. Because I know my way around law, how to run a country... I can be a great asset when it comes to strategy in war. He replied. I just know how to govern people. Very well.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He pouted a bit as he wouldn't see the boy. He looked awfully tired yet he wanted to learn more about the boy. My sister will not care about that. She will want to know what you can do for her in bed. I must say it looks like she is bigger and will take advantage of you. he teased and smirked. Come on boy do not be so shy to talk to me man to man. he smiled and played with his hair a bit.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He blinked and then tilted his head silently. I've... never done anything with anyone before. He replied, tilting his head. I've never cared for doing that sort of thing. Never worried myself over it. He admitted, his head tilting as he gazed at the large male. It was true that he was quite small, but that iddn't mean that he was necessarily helpless.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

Mikal blinked confused adn shook his head. How do you not sleep with someone? he asked and looked at him. Usually a father lets his son have sex at sixteen. he scratched his head and shrugged. Are you sure you aren't gay? he asked as he continued to scan him. Sleep was quickly trying to take over him as he had his eyes half closed.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

My father passed on when I was five years old, sir. He explained. My older brother is the king of the lands that I live in. He explained. I've had no desire to do anything with anyone, that's all. He lifted a brow as he laid beneath the bedsheets, his body slightly curled as his head rested against the pillows.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

The king smirked as he decided he would make the boy change his mind about that later. He knew how to make the boys moan and scream for him. Good night, young man. he told him as he had closed his eyes and his breathing was getting a bit slower. May my sister and you have many years of happiness.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He nodded slowly and smiled as his eyes fluttered closed. It took no time at all for the young man to sink into the depths of sleep. He held onto his pillow tightly, his chest rising and falling slowly as he breathed quietly in sleep. He did awaken later on that night when the moon was its highest in the sky. Mmm... He rubbed at his eyes and sat up tiredly, rising ont ohis feet.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

The king walked inside the room with a fruit bowl in his arms. Candles were the only things that lit up the room right now. He smiled as he saw him up and sat on his bed. Hello. Where are you going? Why don't you share some fruit with me? I will ask a servant to make us some dinner. he smiled and looked at him. He wanted to see him more.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

Just going to look outside. He smiled and pointed to the bright moon outside the window. He moved over to the large windwosill and settled down slowly, his eyes turning upwards to gaze at the gorgeous night sky high above. His arms were wrapped around his legs, holding them to his chest as he observed the gorgeous sky. Hmm? He looked over nad smiled. Fruit soudns lovely right now. What kind?
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

The king walked over to him and smiled. Well I have grapes, bananas, apples, and strawberries. he smiled as he placed the bowl between them. He always ate fruit so he wouldn't gain a lot of weight. He turned to the boy and smiled. My sister is happy. I have vowed never to marry a woman because I will be unhappy. So that means I will have no children. You and my sister will take over this kingdom when I am dead. he told him as he looked into his eyes.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He blinked and looked down to the bowl. He gently took an apple and then cleaned it with his sleeve before he took a bite of it, leaning back casually against the side of the window. Hmm? He blinked. You don't want to marry or anything? Why not? He questioned curiously, gazing over to him with a faint smile. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, of course. I'm just curious.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He chuckled as he grabbed a banana and started to eat it. I do not want to marry a woman because I am gay. he chuckled and looked at him. I thought your advisors would have told you that. he looked out the window. If anything I will marry a man and adopt a son or something. he shrugged. But God willing I have another 50 years to decide what happens. he chuckled.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He laughed to himself and then shook his head. My advisers didn't tell me of that, but that's nice. He smiled over to him brightly as he took another bite of the apple. Well, that sounds quite nice. He murmured, taking another bite and leaning his head back. You'll have a long time to decide on what you want to do. Don't worry about it.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

He smiled and nodded at him. He was used to the different reactions the people gave him. He yawned tiredly and looked at him. I like being gay. No women to seduce me. Being with men makes it so you have a lover and a friend. he smiled and looked at his boat. Why don't you go riding with me? he asked with a small smile. We should go tomorrow.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

Riding? He blinked, tilting his head and looking out to the sea that was so close to the castle city. He hadn't really ever been on a boat before, though it was a nice concept. I don't mind. He smiled softly. As long as you don't capsize us ora nything. He laughed softly and shook his head. What do you do on the sea? Fish?
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

Yes riding. he smiled as the boy accepted his offer. I won't. I will not let something so precious drown in those seas. he chuckled as he continued to look out into the sea. Well sometimes I do it to go to my favorite spot and just think. It is by a waterfall that few people know about on the other side of the island. We can fish if you would like to fish.
Thread: :: Fit for a King :: (Punkjello and ToujoursPurr)

Really, now? Well, I like to fish at new places every so often. I'd love to fish at a new place. He smiled and finishe doff his apple. He grinned to the older male and then stretched ihs legs out. What kind of spots are your favourites? He inquired curiously. What sort of secret spots?
Thread: Personal Roleplaying

So, I didn't end up doing it, but a couple of members on my own forums most certainly wanted it. Elliquiy and Blue Moon both look down on 'personals' and various heavy-handed relationship antics in forums, so, given that, there is a new haven for people specifically looking for that. !-- m --a classpostlink href m -- It is currently being run by Dawg and Greenthorn from Elliquiy, though it is quite new, so, if the place grows staff will get added as needed.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

It was a long summer since graduation, and Alex was happy that college was finally starting. Able to get out of the house, away from family until Christmas. Carrying two luggage bags and a backpack into one of the dorm buildings wasn't too hard either. He wasn't overly strong, but he could carry things forever if he had to. Semi long brown hair was disheveled, falling into his blue eyes. He went to the front desk and said his name, and got the key to a room on the third floor, 325. Great, a flight of cramped stairs. Somehow, he made it up in less than ten minutes. The stairs were followed by a long hallway. They sure wanted to kill him, eh? But he eventually made it, and putting down one of the luggage to fish the key from his mouth, he opened the door. He had seen men and women on the floor, so he guessed it was a co-ed dorm. Fair enough. He wouldn't mind. As long as he didn't get a gay guy as a dorm mate, he was fine. He slowly unpacked, picking a closet and starting to fill it with his shirts and pants. His dorm mate wasn't here yet, so he left the door cracked, so they could get in easier. He pulled slightly on blue jeans that were starting to rub too much on his legs. He hated jeans sometimes.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

For Kari, coming back to school was dreadful. Only because she had spent her entire vacation in her homeland and she loved it there. Here it was too... overpopulate and everyone seemed as if they couldn't survive without technology. She didn't have a choice however. She was being forced to come here by her clan. Supposedly all of them went here and so she had to as well. However, taking a break from them was on the brighter side of things. She had bright amber eyes and long dark brown hair with bangs the layered around her face beautifully. She was about 5'5 and had a lean petite body. She made her way into main hall and up to the front desk. Giving her name the elder lady behind the desk smiled as she handed her the key. You're roommate just came in. He's quite dashing. Kari only offered a small smile and took the key from her. She had two suitcases and a small duffel bag and her purse. She looped the purse around her duffel and then strapped the duffel over the opposite shoulder so that it wouldn't slide of, that strap of it coming across her torso. She had each suitcase in either hand. It didn't seem to bother her too much as a few men in the hallway offered her a hand. She refused every time. She finally made it up what seemed to be continuous flight of stairs in about 6 minutes. She was barely out of breath. She had the room key resting on her duffel. She looked down getting the number to her room. 325. She looked at the door to her right. 301... damn it. She began the journey down the long hallway. Getting to her room she found the door slightly cracked. She sighed gratefully and kicked the door open with the toe of her boot. Stepping inside she dropped her bags, slightly tired along with her duffel.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

He heard her walk in, and he slowly turned. I'm guessing you are my roommate. He wasn't surprised, he saw this down the hallway. Let me help you with those. He walked over to her and bent down to pick up one of the bags. When he did that, he got a whiff of a small that made him growl. Lycan... He kept his cool after getting the scent. he didn't want to get expelled for fightingkilling her, so he took her bag over to her dresser and put it on the bottom to make it easier for her to unpack. Then he went back to his stuff, finishing up with that before taking out his laptop case, taking that to his desk and setting it up.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She smiled softly as he addressed her. He was cute and he seemed to be nice. That is until he came closer to help her with her bags. She heard the low growl. She couldn't help it. Her hearing was phenomenal. Her eyes narrowed towards him, and suddenly the realization was clear to her. His scent tickled her senses as well. Vampire... She matched his growl with one of her own. Her bright amber eyes flashing momentarily. Flash stepping, she finished unpacking within in minutes. She looked back over to him, her eyes narrowed aggravatingly. Great... She made her way over to her bed, lying down. Her blood was boiling with hatred and she needed to calm herself. If not she'll more than certainly jump on him and attack him, that... Disgusting little blood sucker.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

He heard her muttering as she laid down. He had finished connecting his laptop and was starting to type when he shot over his shoulder Dirty wolf. His own blood was boiling with the hatred of generations. It was only force of will that stopped him from killing her on the spot. He kept himself firmly planted in the desk chair, typing up a new program and editing a old one. For the most part, he ignored her. He did have to admit, she was quite the looker, even if he hated her race. But he wasn't going to let that deter or redirect his hatred. Hey, little wolf, why don't you go take a shower? It might get rid of some of your stench.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She got up from her bed and shot a look over to him. Oh... I think I will. It'll be nice to get rid of the stench that I got from walking in here after you did. A devilish smirk played across her delicate face. Her eyes shooting a sarcastic glare towards him. She licked her lips and pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a very skimpy tank top that showed off some of her fit torso. She tossed her sweater into the hamper and made her way over to the linen closet. She pulled out two fresh, clean towels and draped them over her arm. Turning back to him she offered another sarcastic smirk. Hey mosquito, maybe you should come with. Get the dead carcass smell of you. She giggled lightly, then turned back to the door getting ready to head out into the hallway.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

Her words made him growl, and stand up fast, the chair getting knocked around behind him. His eyes went from their blue to a deep crimson. At least I don't smell like a dog that rolled around it its own crap. He shot out. He was one twig away from pouncing and ripping her throat out. He saw her beauty, it registered in his mind, and he pushed it aside. It didn't fuel his rage, so he put it in the back of his mind. If she kept it up, her body wouldn't be beautiful for long.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She growled softly, dropping the towels and turning back towards. She advanced on him, stopping only mere inches away. No! Just everyone else's that loses all bodily functions as you take their life away right?! Fucking parasite! Her teeth bared, her fags growing sharper and longer. Her nails on her finger tips hardened and grew to her anger. Fuzzy ears appeared on top of her head as her humanoid like ones faded from site. That's all the transformed for now. Although she could feel her tail bone tingling in preparation to offer her tail for balance. She loved being tested for she usually passed in the end. She wanted to see just how far this blood sucking... disgusting... handsome, sexy.... Gah! She shook her head lightly, the thoughts ridding her mind quickly.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

His growl was low as his fangs grew out. You will pay for that, dog. He growled out, before launching himself at her. His hands turned into claws, his left one almost talon-like now. He clawed at her chest, aiming for her heart, even though he knew he would miss from the angle. His other hand shot for the door, closing and locking it. He wasn't going to be pulled off from her until she was dead, the anger in his head turning into a red haze, her beauty and his need on the very horizon of it.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She growled back, her tail spouting out from her spine instantly. She pulled back, reaching her hand out to catch his striking hand. If she had succeeded, she would yank him in close to her and grab him by the throat. She wasn't a killer, but she definitely would fuck him up once over. She didn't catching his hand she would striking with her other hand in a downward slash from the top of his shoulder to his opposite hip. Her growling become more fierce, most likely hear-able out in the hallways. Most likely they would ignore it. People around here were used to this sort of thing happening.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She wasn't able to get a hold of his hand, his claws tearing at her shirt and making a few lines across her chest. He avoided the slash, thought she did catch his hips, ripping the side of his jeans. They barely hung on for a moment, before falling. But he easily jumped out of them before launching at her again, his taloned hand going to claw at her arms.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

The slashes in her tank showed off the curve of her breasts from the lack of wearing a bra. She looked down, a bit taken back that he had even touched her, let alone broke skin. However, because she had gotten distracted his lunge hit her with full impact. She fell back and now he was on top of her with all of his weight. She gasped softly. Instinct was telling her to back down, for in a pack the female always subdued to the dominant male. Another part of her instinct was to rip him apart. Filthy leach! She leaned her head up, bearing her fangs roughly aiming to bit at his jugular.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

He growled as he fell to the floor, on top of her. His hands clawed into her arms, pushing somewhat into the muscle there. Spawn of wolves. He spat. He ignored the curve of her bust the best he could, eyes locked on hers, his own red now. He saw her teeth lunge forward, and his head moved to block, his forehead against hers as he flashed his own fangs, growling deeply.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She pressed her forehead hard against his, her growling becoming more vicious. She forced her hands into his hips and pushed as hard as she could. For her race she was weak, but strong enough to probably lift him off of her. As soon as she could, she'd kick with her hind legs straight for his gut. Whether or not she would hit him or not, this gave her enough time to stand up and ready herself for his or her next move. Once she stood up, the weak threads of her cotton tank top gave up, slipping from her torso and revealing her full bust now. However, she didn't seem to be too phased by it.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

His growl was barely suppressed from a roar as she kicked him, missing his gut and hitting him in the chest and knocking him back. He staggered when he was up, but he caught his balance, shaking the blood from his clawed hands. His eyes barely went over her body, arousal showing slightly through the rage from the small tent appearing in his boxers. She does have a wonderful bust... But it will be mere shreds of flesh in a moment! He rushed forward again, his talon coming down from above, aimed at her face.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She watched him stumble about his feet til he caught his balance. However, the sight almost made her shake. Her eyes were practically locked on the hard bulge in his boxers. So big. She pulled her eyes away, jerking her head back, but he still knicked her cheek. Ah! Damn it! Another soft, low toned growl emenated from her throat as she swiped at his chest eagerly. She could feel her body tingling from the sight, but she ignored it as best she could. She advanced on him, swipe after swipe aiming for his chest, face and pelvis. She was going to get him if it was the last thing she did.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

He growled at her advancement, not hearing her words, and he did his best to block her attacks. but a few of the chest-height swipes hit their mark, leaving scratches on his chest and rending his shirt to scraps. He jumped back and ripped the material away before jumping forward, blocking a swipe and aiming a swipe downwards.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She roared out in pain, the swipe hitting home. He scratched her pelvis and ripped open the button to her pants. Her right hand came across below her belly button, the blood dripping from the scratches onto her hand. She jumped up high, almost hitting her head on the ceiling as her pants slipped form her waist and onto the floor. She was down to nothing but her panties now as she lunged on top of him. She was straddled in his waist and she was about to swipe his throat. However, the bulge in his boxers pressed right against her hot sex. She gasped softly and blushed, backing off of his quickly. She turned away, her cheeks fully blushed in embarrassment.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

He growled and rose his hands to defend himself as she jumped up, but they proved to be of no use, her body knocking him down and straddling him. He felt her hot core press against his stiffness, even through the two rather thin pieces of clothing, and a blush went over his face as well, his body freezing as she got up and turned away. Most of the anger haze had disappeared, the sexual lust and need coming to the forefront. He debated with himself, but eventually, the need won. He slowly stood and walked over to her, his arms going around her hips as his body pressed against hers, his chest against her soft back. His head went next to hers, his face moving almost to her own, his lips finding the cut he had made on her cheek. He gently flicked his tongue against it, sealing it like there was no wound. His hips were pressed lightly against hers.
Thread: What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

She took in a deep breath as she felt his strong hands carressing her waist. As he licked her cheek, she found herself unable to move. The sting disappeared as if there was no scratch ever there. Her breathing became more labored. Everything inside her was telling her to push him away, tear him apart but she couldn't. His hold on her, his breath against her skin. She didn't want to fight it anymore. She tilted her head back, her lips touching to his passionately.