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Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock's eyes widened infinitesimally. No one had ever dared speak to him like that before. This man was a captive and yet he was still fighting, in a way. Sherlock felt a small tug of admiration at his chest, so he was a warrior then, through and through. The Prince let a small smirk play over lips. Well, Dameon the Angarian, It so happens that I am looking for entertainment. And I do believe you will provide it to me...eventually. We have plenty of time for it. His silvery eyes stared unblinkingly into Dameon's brown eyes until the man looked away. I want you to tell me, who was it who trained you? Were you sent to kill myself or my brother, the King? Sherlock strode forward and brought his fist toward the warrior's throat only to be blocked by the man's forearm. Dameon staggered back a step and Sherlock took advantage by pulling one of his legs out from under him. Dameon fell backwards onto the floor, his head landing with a sickening crack and the Dark Prince followed him to the floor. I will have answers from you, it is up to you how they are retrieved.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon was stunned partially by the blow to his head from the floor contacting it, but that didnt stop him from slamming his knee up into the taller mans groin and scrambling up and away from the psycho. He staggered like a drunk, his vision swimming slightly. Backing as far away as the chain would alow Dameon trembled slightly when the chain tugged tight around his ankle and he couldnt get any farther back. He may be a warrior but he wasnt used to unprevoked attacks. What the hell! why did you attack me! and what do you mean 'assasinate?' why would i know who the black prince is! ive never seen him!
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Pain pooled in Sherlock's stomach as he landed on the floor, but he still managed to enjoy the way the man scrambled away from him. He couldn't keep the smirk from his face when he watched Dameon shiver in his shackle, though it was quickly gone after Dameon's shouting. Well, there you are wrong, physician. You have seen this 'black prince' and I am hard pressed to believe you were not sent here to kill me by the Angarians. He stood slowly, straightening his black leather jerkin, letting the Angarian process his words and come to the realization himself. And even if you weren't sent to assassinate myself or my brother, what were you sent here for?
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon was angry with himself for the retreat he had done, quickly pulling his composure togather and glaring at his unpredictable captor. Mulling over what hed been told Dameon scowled, the peices coming togather. So. Your the 'Black Prince'. Funny..I thought youd be more impressive. Dameon knew that the jab would likely get him in trouble but he didnt care. He was not at all happy with they grey eyed man at this time and he really didnt care that he was insulting his benificiary. And no. I wasnt sent to kill you. I and my companions defected, we were lost. we had wandered in the woods for three days before you found us.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Defected? That was something the Prince did not expect. His steely eyes examined the man before him. Strong, stubborn, willful. Yes, he liked what he saw very much. The other man lit the fires of excitement in his blood and he had been bored for such a very long time. He was starting to be glad of the existence of Dameon. Well if you have defected as you say, I would think you would show a bit more respect to a Prince, especially since I saved your pathetic little life. But I think next time we see each other you will have a completely different attitude. He exited the room and turned to the two men guarding the prisoner's room. Teach him a lesson. But not too rough, I want him alive, the men grinned at the prospect of violence and Sherlock turned to leave. Oh, he turned back to the men, Do leave the face alone. I find I'm growing fond of it, and with that the Black Prince left. ---- It had been two days since Sherlock Holmes had seen the Angarian prisoner. And he was utterly bored with his own existence. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at his left forearm. He often resulted to dragging his hunting knife across his skin, desperate for a release from the stifling boredom of everyday life. Everyone he knew was so dull, except this Dameon character. He was just as exciting as seeing the blood, glistening and red, drip onto the floor of his quarters. He supposed he should visit his new friend and see if he had learned his lesson yet.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

He was pissed. There simply wasnt any other word for it. He was utterly and compleatly pissed at this so called 'Black Prince'. The guards had done a nice job of roughing him up and Dameon was covered in bruises. The ankle that was encased by the chain had been twisted from the struggles he put up and no one had thought to bring a doctor for him afterword. For the past two days Dameon had been nursing his hurts in the room as best he could, at least that silver eyed bastard had left him alone for abit. He had a split lip as well. When the guards had gotten alittle handsy Dameon had managed to break one of thier noses, but it got him punched in the face for his troubles of keeping himself from being raped. Regular but not exacty appetizing meals were brought to him and he was given enough water so he wouldnt get dehydrated so at least they wernt starving him to death. Sighing heavily Dameon pulled the blanket he had encased himself in up higher around his head to block out the rest of the world. He had made a little nest of blankets, pillows and fur rugs in a corner of the room that gave him a good atvantage point. No one would be sneaking up on him now. Yawning he alowed himself to fall into a light doze, his red hair the only thing visible out of his coccoon of blankets. He was waiting for his captor to show himself agian so he could chew him out after all.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock winced slightly as he made his way toward the Angarian's room. His left arm was stiff from the wounds he'd inflicted on himself. A few had needed stitches which he had done himself and afterward he had wrapped his arm tightly, but it throbbed in the most delightful way. He pushed past the guards and found his captive cocooned in blankets. Dameon was asleep, and as Sherlock sat quietly on the edge of the bed he noticed the fiery color of the man's hair. Have you changed your attitude yet, Physician? Covers flew off Dameon and Sherlock was met with an angry glare and a split lip. He frowned, he knew he had told the guards to leave his face alone. One of them would pay for his disobedience.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon was startled out of his sleep by the voice of his captor. He had thought he was in a lighter doze than he was, but apparantly not. Glaring heatedly at the other man Dameon pulled the blankets around himself agian, covering his entire body expect for his eyes and nose, then turned himself partialy away from Sherlock huffily. hell no. and ive got a bone to pick with you. Prince or no prince youve got no right to treat me this way. the next guy you send in here to beat me up for no reason ill break more than his nose got it? As far as im concerned your no better than the bastards that i used to work for. Let me go, kill me or leave me alone. Ive no interest in talking with cruel and vindictive men. also, tell those thugs of yours that the next time one of them tries to rape me ill chop off the offending appendage got it? Dameon knew he was acting a bit huffy, but hell hed been beat up for no reason, sustained a twisted ankle that hurt like hell and had almost been raped two days ago. It didnt exactly put him in a good mood.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

The Prince's frown deepened when he heard Dameon say he was almost raped. He hadn't even thought he needed to say that the prisoner wasn't to be treated that way. The man before him also looked a bit paler than he had last time. Sherlock placed the back of his left hand on Dameon's head. He seemed to have a slight fever. I apologize about the guards. They will be aptly punished. And I will send the physician a physician, he chuckled softly, but stopped as he brought his throbbing arm back to his chest. He knew he shouldn't stay there for long, he was a tad pale himself from the blood loss, and weaker too. He moved to stand and Dameon's hand darted out of the covers to grab his wounded arm. Sherlock drew a sharp breath and earned and odd look from the prisoner. He detached the man's hand and stood. I'll see to it that you're brought some better food.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon flinched away from the touch, expecting the black prince to strike him again as he had the first day. When he instead began apologizing and that a doctor would be sent confusion became apparant on his face. Lashing out quickly Dameon grabbed the mans arm, blinking in shock when a intake of breath indicating pain reached his ears. Looking closer at the apendage in his hand Dameon realized that the prince was wounded. Frowning he offered little resistance when his hand was removed, simply watching the prince as he moved away. stop it with the Jekel and Hyde thing. Either be cruel and let me suffer, or be as kind as someone like you is able and leave me be. I dont want to have to guess your mood everytime you come to torment me. His stomach did grumble however at the prospect of better food, he realy was tired of the gruel he was being given.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock let himself smirk a bit, Did you prefer the other half of my hospitality better? I thought that you would take to this side of me better. He left the prisoner again, sending for his best physician. He gave strict orders to the servants that the man was to be treated with kindness, given good food and for his shackle to be removed. That would certainly surprise the red head. As he left the room the fire in his veins cooled and he craved excitement once again. For some reason this Angarian was affecting him strangely. He felt the need to figure out what it was exactly about the warrior with fiery hair. He hoped the man would recover quickly.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

It took several days until Dameon was feeling more like his old self and in that time his ankle had healed up mostly and he was healthier from the good food and kind treatment. He was still quite confused about his captors treatment of him however. He was napping once agian, this time in the window seat to get some sun. He had just finnished a shower and his red hair was slightly damp, the soft robe he was wearing had come open at the sholder and was showing his lighlty tanned torso. He looked far more peacefull than he did when awake, his handsome face relaxed in slumber. Though he somehow knew even in sleep it wouldnt last, as his captor was probibly going to be paying him a visit soon enough.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock felt so suffocated by the tediousness of being of royal blood. Meetings and papers to sign, he was glad it was not he who was King, being a Prince was boring enough. His left arm was still healing, the stitches not even ready to be removed yet. He used his right arm this time, his hunting knife going too deep in most places, leaving sloppy and jagged red ribbons in his pale flesh. He sat for a moment, feeling the boredom slip away into pain and dizziness. Afterward he bandaged his right arm and redid the dressings on his left. He slipped into his black evening jacket and made his way to Dameon's room, stumbling only slightly. When he entered he found the red headed Angarian in much better health. Sleeping peacefully, his face relaxed, the man's breath came softly. He crossed the room, trying not to make much noise. He sat on the bed deciding to wait for the man to wake on his own.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon yawned, stretching his stiffend limbs with a smile as he peacfully awoke. he was feeling rested and happy, much better than he had been. that is until he realized his captor was sitting on the bed watching him. Scowling Dameon inched further into the seat, huffing slightly. What do you want
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock closed his eyes briefly, trying to stave off the dizziness which was plaguing him. Just making sure you've had no further problems with the guards. It seems as if you've recovered very well. The Prince rose slowly and made for the door. He leaned against it heavily. He felt light and the world was twisting and turning. He felt breathless as he spoke to his prisoner.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon frowned as he watched his captor stagger across the room, leaning on what he could for support without it being obvious. Just as he got to the door Dameon decided he would take a chance and ask the man about it. Hey. You know you really outa stop hurting yourself. Theres better stuff to do than cutting your arms to ribbons. Thats probibily why i beat you ya know. Ok so maybe it wasnt a question per say...but that counted as asking didnt it? If the man fell over Dameon wasnt sure what he would do. He really didnt want to be in contact with his captor, to be honest the man scared him abit. But he also knew his doctor training wouldnt let him just leave the man on the floor..
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock turned toward Dameon, studying him with an intense stare as he leaned backwards against the door for support. This complete stranger had guessed more about him than anyone else in this place, including his own brother. Being a prince, even a dark or black one, is stifling, Sherlock's eyes fluttered shut. Why was he saying this to a prisoner? The people who surround me are so utterly dull, everyone in this place is a complete moron, it's difficult for someone like me to be excited about life. The blood excites me... And you excite me. Had he really just said that aloud? He felt like he was swimming in a thick fog and hadn't noticed as his weight slid down the door to the ground. He pressed his head against the wooden door and sighed. His bandages felt wet. But its not as if you care about your captor, you could break my neck right now. Wouldn't that be exciting?
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

despite what you probibly believe about me im not the barbarian type that just attacks defensless people. Dameon scooped the larger male up in his arms, taking him to the bed and laying him down with a scowl. and your bleeding again you ponce. didnt you think to rest up abit after nearly hacking your arms off? Dameon flushed slightly when he heard that he excited his captor, that could mean many things after all. examining the wounds he sighed softly, they would need rebandaged. Right now Dameon hated his doctor training that told him to help. so im as exciting as cutting. great
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sherlock watched the Angarian's cheeks flush red and he found it irrisistable. He reached up and buried his hand in the physician's red hair. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the white bandages wrapped around his arm were stained crimson. Dameon removed the bandage from his left arm first and he heard the man's slight intake when he saw The Prince's mangled arm haphazardly stitched together. As the physician rewrapped his arm Sherlock saw stars on the back of his eyelids and let out a wanton moan. The combonation of the pain and the sight of this man above him made him feel more alive than he ever had, even in the midst of battle. When Dameon finished with his left arm he moved on to his right, which was even uglier than the left. Sherlock attempted to sit up but was thwarted by a firm hand on his shoulder. Oh yes, he found this man quite intoxicating. The Prince grabbed Dameon's hand with his left hand and licked his own blood off the physician's fingertips earning him a shocked look from the man tending to him.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Dameon chuckled nervously as his captor slid his hand into his fiery tresses, discomfort growing as his doctor instinks kicked in and he rebandaged the wounds on the left arm. There would be some scars if those stitches wernt redone. He would have to do that he guessed. When he heard the moan he thought it was from just the pain so he treated it as such, but when he was working on the right arm and the prince suddenly grabbed his arm and licked his own blood off of his hands Dameon was abit shocked to say the least. Uh...Your not a vampire or anything are you? I dont think id be very tasty. Pulling away from Sherlock Dameon went to the medkit he had retained, getting a suture ready so he could redo the stiches. Bringing over a bottle of medicinal pain dulling alchohol Dameon held it out to his captor. Drink 4 swallows, that should dull the pain enough so i can redo the stiching
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Not a vampire, don't think so, the Prince mumbled almost incoherently. He found he disagreed with Dameon, he thought the man would be very tasty indeed, though he couldn't understand why he thought that. He laughed out loud as the physician offered him the bottle, did he think he needed sheltering from the pain? He pushed the bottle back at the red head and shook his head. Don't need it. The man looked at him like he was crazy, so maybe he was. He felt rather good with this man's fingers ghosting here and there across his arms.
Thread: Deductions of a personal kind (TrisscarxEverUndine)

Sighing heavily Dameon proceeded to stitch up the wounds, rewrapping them gently and cleaning up. After he was done he went to the hall and had his guards fetch Lestrade to take the prince back to his room. Lestrade seemed shocked that Dameon hadnt just killed the prince and tried to escape, but who was he to judge the mans character. So the silver haired man simply took his prince back to his room to rest.
Thread: Request Thread

Cravings Pokemon With this, I'm looking more for pokemonxfemale trainer action, but I'd be willing to toss in some human on human action of various kinds, if that's what you'd rather want. Got plenty of ideas. Adventure Time Got a number of ideas for this, primarily centering around Princess Bubblegum, Marceline and Fiona. Though, most of the ideas involve force, so you would need to be fine with that type of thing. Final Fantasy 7 Got a number of different ideas for this one centering around Tifa and Yuffie. Such as Cloud not making it inside Corneos mansion, thus Tifa ends up banged by him. Or even some hot yuri romance between Tifa and Yuffie post game. Teen Titans This one will center around the animated series and primarily focus upon Starfire. Got a number of different ideas in mind for this. A number involve force, but I do have one idea that would center around Starfire and Raven getting frisky with one another. As well as a sister on sister thing between Starfire and Blackfire. Final Fantasy Dissidia With this, I'm looking primarily for action involving Cosmos. Plenty of ideas for this one. From beasty smut, to girl on girl romance, to Cosmos banging Chaos. Dead or Alive With this, I would like to base it more around the fanservicey volley ball games, as all my ideas involve the island. Such as, obviously, girl on girl beach fun, or even one of the girls getting captured by tribal guys in the jungle and fucked senseless.
Thread: A price to be paid (Vesta & Chaos)

Pirate X Governor's Daughter Victorian time period Captain name had spent the last 2 years behind bars, thanks to the Governor of town name, name. He was to be hung, but his men broke him out with only a night to spare. Furious he spent months devising a plan for revenge. He would kidnap the mans only daughter, and hold her for ransom. I know it's a pretty short description, but I have plenty of ideas to make it last long. I can play a couple NPC along with the daughter she will be around 18-21. Your character will constantly be on the run, fighting off different men the Governor sends after him. I would like for there to eventually be an actual romance between the two, but in the beginning there could be a bit of non-conreluctance. I can write anywhere from 1 to 3 paragraphs one if I am given very little to work with, sometimes more then that though. I am good with spelling and grammar, if I don't know I use spell check it's such a wonderful thing. Also if you prefer her younger then 18 just let me know, though I won't go less then 16. Name Mia Emerson Age 18 Height 5'4 Appearance
Thread: A price to be paid (Vesta & Chaos)

RE A price to be paid Vesta OPEN ROLE Mia walked in the park, like she did everyday. She mostly waited for the other walkers to take there leave though. She hated watching the Ladies flaunt themselves in front of anyone who would look at them. By now it was late after noon, and there were only a few parents with their children flying kites. She held the parasol above her head to block out the suns bright rays. She was well known for her fair skin, dark hair, and steel gray eyes. She smiled at a few passersby then walked a little faster to keep her privacy. Finally she was able to find a place in the park that wasn't occupied. Looking around she found a good tree to sit under, pulling her book from the small basket she carried. her father would be angry that she went off without an escort, she just really needed a break from people. In the end he would forgive her, he always did. She leaned back against the tree and settled in for some reading. It was already late in the day, but she would be home before he started to get dark she was sure Mia hadn't paid any attention to the time or the sky since she started reading. She was so engrossed in the book she hadn't realized the sun had begun to set. Looking up as she stretched she jumped to her feet. It wasn't safe for any girl to be in the park this late, but being the Governors daughter added just a bit more danger. She stuffed the book in her basket and began making her way to the walking path, holding up the hem of her skirts so she could walk faster. Duncan had heard of the pirates escape eight days ago. At first he had the house on high alert, but by the seventh day he was sure the pirate wouldn't retaliate but instead tucked tail and kept running. As of now he sat in his study drinking brandy and reading the paper, unaware that his daughter walk through the park without a proper escort expected by women.
Thread: A price to be paid (Vesta & Chaos)

However Duncan was wrong. Dead wrong. The pirate was just in hiding, waiting for the security to drop. He was patient. He was angry but patient. He sat those two years in silence, and now tonight, they would be all worth it. The man who had put him away had a daughter. Young, curvy, nubile. She was ripe for the picking and she would be his. He watched her from the shadows, lost in her book she sat all day as the crowd died down and soon the torches were lit. He watched her full of shock and run off home, knowing full well she was in danger, but no idea just how much. He slowly unsheaved his short blade, licking the edge he lept down from the trees and darted at her, swiftly grabbing her by the wrist he yanked her left arm behind her back and pressed the blade to her neck. Scream and I'll cut it, you're coming with me. He said, pressing his knee sharply in her back, he started dragging her back into the woods. You're my new little plaything, forever and ever....