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Thread: Lingering Thoughts... (Cyg's Journal)

Analogy of the Sword This one comes directly from the book. I cant tell you how many times remembering this one passage alone has influenced me. A Samurai once said There are only two kinds of willpower one is within and the other is without. If you dont show it at the right moment, then it is useless. The analogy When you occasionally draw the sword to wipe it, you had better whet the blade, hold it at eyebrow height, the put the blade back in its sheath. On the other hand, if you always keep your sword out of its sheath and swing it about, then no one will come near you and you will have no friends. But if you keep it always in its sheath, then it will become dull with rust then people will underestimate you. Mind you, Im paraphrasing a bit here as I don't happen to have the book directly in front of me. Its all about picking the most opportune moments to speak your mind or do the right thing. Because of my general goofy personality, Im often underestimated. This often applies to general wisdom andor overall intelligence. I try not to be misleading by nature but its not entirely my fault that other people assume these things. Though, when you find that moment, when you say just the right thing with perfect timing, the look of surprise is priceless. It can be a subtle, quiet thing too. When you go just a little out of your way to do something that no one expected you to do, whether its the right thing or just needed to be done, the reaction is worth it. All it takes is one time, one well thought action and you wont be underestimated by them again.
Thread: Lingering Thoughts... (Cyg's Journal)

Wow, almost a month since my last post here. For those of you that have noticed or even really care, I work.....a lot. This, also is the main reason I have a difficult time keeping any rp going. It also cuts heavily into any real free time I would have otherwise. Now, mind you, I don't do this entirely by choice. There are certain circumstances that I'm not happy about and have forced me to do this. I won't get into the details of those circumstances here, it's not worth any more thought than I've already given it. I personally don't know anyone that would work 3 jobs of their own volition. I suppose there are some people out there who wouldn't know what to do with themselves if they weren't working every waking hour of nearly every day. I'm not one of those people. Often my down time is spent babysitting or helping a friend, etc. It's safe to say that if fortune smiles upon me and I'm granted a brief respite I take that time to do nothing but relax. Sometimes that relaxation is found through writing but generally any chance I can actually calm my mind and find a quiet, pristine silence, I take it. Now it's not all bad. Out of the three there is one job I really enjoy and sometimes it's enough to make up for the other two. Several times a week I work at a haunted maze, wherein I'm able to vent much of my pent up frustrations by scaring the shit out of complete strangers. This is extremely gratifying to me. I also have freedom to experiment and move about as I see fit to find the best opportunity to frighten our guests. No time clock, no boss hounding me, just scaring unsuspecting victims back to back for roughly 8 hours. It makes an enormous difference when you actually enjoy what you do for a living. Don't get me wrong, I am very thankful to have what I do. I try not to take anything for granted. Things could be much worse. I could not have a job at all. I'm not complaining about having to work necessarily. Let's just say I'll be more content when things settle back down. I guess if I could offer anything of use out of this whole post it would be In whatever you do, do so with everything you have. Even if you don't enjoy it, if you half ass any job you won't have it for very long. Be thankful for whatever you do have, there are many people out there who probably have it worse than you.
Thread: The Rogue's Deception [Pumpkin x Hahvoc]

Wandering the castle at night was what he had been born to do. Well, roaming anywhere at night was what he was prone to do, especially when he could have silence to clear out any stray thoughts that usually sprung from the clutter of voices that normally filled the hallways. What was his aim? To go onto the castle grounds and take in some fresh air. He craved that air like his next breath, like his next lay, like his favorite dish. But he had to be careful. It wasn't uncommon for him to be seen outside of his chambers at night, but he was stealthy. He didn't like to be seen until he reached his destination. But who was he? His name was Darius, nothing more nothing less, but here- he was Darius De'Macteere, a duke from the east. He was low-tier, but high enough up in supposed rank to reach the Count's notice. He had falsified his way in with words and documents, a fine horse he had stolen, and two men who were just as good of actors as he was. They were sound asleep in their beds with women beside them. He wasn't one to indulge in their pleasures. What he was truly after was the Count's coveted red diamond - a rare piece that would fetch a beautiful price when it was cut up into smaller pieces and sold off bit by bit. Some called him a thief, but he didn't always steal what he wanted. Sometimes he bartered, sometimes he seduced his prize into his hands. He wasn't all bad. But he was a rogue, and preferred the challenge. His booted feet made no sound as he walked the luxurious halls. He had no interest in the fine, imported rugs, or the statues, or the gold flakes that adorned framed paintings from distant artists. He would have given them to some of the families in need he knew of and told them to sell them to get some good food and clothing. He wasn't necessarily a good man, but he did have some heart. And there was room in it for the less fortunate who didn't have the strength to try to get what they wanted. Once at the end of the hall, candles fluttered into his view, revealing his features to the guards at the castle door. He was tall, six feet, with deep red hair that was almost black and flowed part his shoulders. He was built but lithe, having just enough muscle to put behind a good punch. His eyes were dark blue and always cunning, almost like they carried a wolfish gleam. He had a scar along the underside of his right eye from a fight he had gotten in as a youth. But he also had piercings, usually unheard of for a person of rank, but he had told the story well. He wasn't like other nobility. The candle light winked off of the piercings in his lip - two of them, making his smile sinister yet entrancing. He had more piercings, but they were hidden by his dark clothing of choice. The guards saw it was him and relaxed, adjusting their cards once more. So he had interrupted a card game. It was pretty boring at night, after all. Smiling at the trio of beat up men, Darius soon joined them in their game, all the better to gain information and have a little fun. He had no idea, however, that his activities of late had attracted the eye of someone else in the castle.
Thread: The Rogue's Deception [Pumpkin x Hahvoc]

--Hahvoc Requiem-- said x Click to expand... Resiel Emory, a nobleman of unknown extent, wasn't one to pry into other peoples' business. He was moral to some degree, and he thought it would be rude if he was anything otherwise.. However, on this very night, as he traced the small sound of clicking footsteps, he spotted the man he'd been suspicious of from the very beginning. Slithering rather silently about like a snake desperately seeking prey. Desperately hungry for it. A few lavish doors and well-decorated hallways later, the snake ended up sitting with a few guards. Joining their silly card game. He scoffed. How ridiculous, that the guards would betray their nightly duties to play cards with a man like that. He glared through the crack in the door only long enough to memorize the man's features. What was the man's name, again? He'd certainly been introduced before.. Huh, it escaped him. He walked away. It wasn't his concern what the guards did, but they would hang if anything happened in the castle unsupervised. Resiel was a bit different from the rest of the nobles as well he, too, had a silver piercing below the waistline. Above, his nipples, his chin, and finally his left ear were pierced with similar studs. He wasn't ruled by the law of politics. Rather, he was ruled by his superiors, the elite knights. ...yes, he was truly of noble blood, and many noblemen shied away from violence. He thought it was quite brave of him, joining the knight army to protect the kingdom, and he wasn't half bad. Natural talent was all he had, but it was enough. No discipline, no hard work, none of it was necessary for him to properly execute an enemy on the battlefield. He used a spear in combat, and wore relatively little armor for the increased speed. Defense could be bartered he was excellent at dodging. His body showed the work he put into it, a nice, toned abdominal region, curved chest. His muscles weren't swollen looking, but rather condensed. He stopped before fleeing the scene, turning on his heel and opening the door widely. I do wonder who in this room is doing his job. He announced, walking in a few steps and shutting the door behind him. If anyone in the kingdom were to find out that a castle full of nobles was left unguarded by their only security... He paused. It would cause a stir, don't you think? He wasn't one to pay no mind to a lack of structure and value. They deserved, at very least, a firm scolding. He swung open the door. Go, why don't you? It wasn't so much a question as it was a command. The guards practically threw down their cards and ran out, manning their rightful posts patrolling the castle.
Thread: The Rogue's Deception [Pumpkin x Hahvoc]

Darius had been enjoying the game, having kept tabs on every door that was open and closed. He had noticed that a few of the doors had been slightly ajar, but that one that the man came from had been opened more for someone to see from. But he hadn't reacted or hinted that he had glimpsed anything out of the ordinary. He was much too reserved and cunning for that. A few rounds had gone by before he heard the steps of the man in question, but didn't react to show he knew he was coming. Most people were supposed to be able to hear quiet foot steps over the sounds of men playing cards. He was supposed to be a noble that was no one special and so he played his part as the man interrupted their game. The guards were quick to look at Darius before fleeing to go back to their positions. Most of the time, nothing happened at the castle, but they were right to flee. They would probably be reprimanded in the morning. Darius was good at his role, making his eyes just wide enough to show some surprise as he turned his head and looked at the man. He was an attractive thing, but the rogue wouldn't be swayed from something pretty catching his eye. He already had something more valuable keeping him occupied. With a shrug, he gathered up the cards and small coins and put them in a pouch he carried that was always empty. He would return all of it to the guards in he morning. He was meticulous in putting things away, almost like he was ignoring the other nobleman, but it was a ruse. He was taking in all his features as he had done a few times before. It was rare that he forgot a face. Especially one that had suspicious eyes. My good sir, I doubt anything would happen this night. They are good men, after all. However, it was in poor taste to play cards in the middle of the night.. He turned his blue eyes up to the man's face. Darius was pretty tall and very few came close to his height, but he never looked down on anyone. At least, he tried not to if he could help it. Smiling lightly and pleasantly, he presented his hand to the other noble, showing no signs of his true thoughts. I seem to have forgotten your name, I'm terribly sorry. I am Darius De'Macteere. And you, sir?
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Jake yawned softly as he woke up in his room. Recently, he had been hired to work for a rather wealthy and famous anthro. He didn't mind it at first. He had a liking for anthros and the pay was super good! Buuut... there's a catch. For one he has to wear a maid outfit... and... at times has to 'pleasure' the anthro from time to time. Ah well, what can you do. With a sigh he began ot get dressed. Normally his 'mistress', as he was to call her, always picked out what he should wear... and they just keep getting skimpier and skimpier. P-pink panties?! Jake gasped seeing the panties ...Dammit... He sighed putting the silky under garment on and put on the maid outfit. Hope she's a bit more gentle... I was sore all night last night... Jake sighed as he walked outside to begin his work for the day.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Rhian licked her lips as she rolled out of the bed and stretched al ittle bit. She let out a slow breath and reached up to rub at her head, scratching behind her own ears. She smiled as she wondered if Jake was going to be wearing those cute little panties she had picked for him. Getting up, the neko girl stretched again, her brown ears flicking and her tail swaying behind her slowly. Glancing down, she smirked at her erection and stroked it for a moment. Not bothering to get out of her silky pink pajama shorts and shirt, she walked out of her room to find her maid. She made her cock to make a tent and her nipples poked at her thin shirt. When she spotted him, she sneaked up behind him and flipped his dress up. Oh! You are wearing them. Such a naughty boy.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Let's see I gotta do some sweeping... get brea- EEP! Jake gasped feeling the skirt flip up M-ms. Rhia! Don't sneak up on me like that! He blushed greatly seeing her look at the panties. Though, now she could see his rather... feminine butt behidn the silky panties. Y-yeah of course... because I have no other underwear. Jake sighed.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Rhian giggled softly as she reached over and slapped his ass with her hands. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and held her tight against her chest. She purred as her hard cock pressed against his tight ass. She rubbed up and down his stomach slowly, smiling a little bit. I can't get over how sexy you are in this outfit. I just...ugh I want to fuck you right here...can I just shove my cock into your ass? she whispered softly into his ear, smiling a little bit.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

JAke eeped again feeling the slap on his ass and sighed. His face turned more red feeling her arms around his body and his head against her breasts. He tensed feeling the cock against his ass. B-but I have to do cho-... Oh fine. Jake sighed knowing there was no use arguing Just... be gentle okay? I still hurt a bit from yesterday...
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Rhian giggled softly as she nibbled on his neck for a moment. It was a good thing that she lived alone and there was no one else around here. She rubbed herself against his ass slowly. Oh my poor baby...did I really hurt you? Was I too rough? se whispered softly as she rubbed his cheeks slowly. Then she pulled her cock out of her panties andmoved his to the side. I'll be gentle... she whispered as she pressed into his hole slowly with a moan of pleasure.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Y-yeah really rough. Jake blushed softly feeling her rub against his ass. He looked back intime to see her cock pulled out. He closed his eyes and braced himself as the cock started to go inside him. Once inside, he couldn't help but moan softly feeling it slowly slide in.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Rhian moaned out as she pushed all the way inside of him. Like the night before and all the other times, he felt so good around her thick cock. Mm...I'll try to be gentle, my love, she whispered softly as she started to slowly move out and then push back inside. She arched her back and held onto his hips as she fucked him in the middle of the hallway. A part of her wished that others lived in the house so that they could be caught...the thoughts made her moan and move harder.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Mmm... Jake gasped feeling her all the way inside his ass. He tried not to moan and bit his lip as she began to fuck his ass. He didn't want to admit it... but he was starting to enjoy getting fucked every day. But as she went harder... he finally gave in a little bit and moaned softly.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Rhian moaned happily as she heard his moans of pleasure. She pushed him against the wall and pinned him there as she fucked his tight little hole. She leaned down and kissed his neck, biting the skin and sucking on it gently. You are so good...I love being so deep inside of your ass... she whispered softly, nodding her head a little bit as their hips started to slap together.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Mmm... Jake moaned as he was pushed against the wall. He bit his lip once again feeling her kiss and bite and suck on his neck. Finally he let it out M-more... P-please...
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Such a slut, aren't you baby? she whispered softly as she pounded him against the wall, holding onto him tightly. Damn...you only just started here a few days ago and you already worship my cock, don't you? she whispered, loving to talk dirty to her maid. They had only had sex a few times, but they were slowly getting kinkier and kinkier...Rhian really wanted to try fucking him outside or something...something really naughty.
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

D-don't say that! Jake tried to protest but more moans came up. Her cock was hitting all the right areas inside him. He couldn't help but start to grind his ass against her hips. Mm... Y-yes... I d-do love it... Jake finally admitted Mmm.... I'm gonna cum!
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Rhian giggled softly when he protested and then moaned out for her. She leaned in and suckled on his ear for a moment before smirking. Cum...make a mess all over the wall... she whispered, panting softly and closing her eyes tightly. She was close to cumming as well. Ah...ah... she whispered softly, arching her back a little bit. She moaned out. I'm going to cum!
Thread: Why do I have to wear a skirt...? (me and futakitty)

Jake moaned feeling the pressure build up in his cock as she continued to pound away. His hand went down to jerk himself off. C-cumming! Jake gasped as he sprayed the wall with his hot young cum.
Thread: Futakitty and SnowBunnyXXX'

Rhian let out a slow breath as she walked out of her building of her large business. She was CEO and made a disgustingly large amount of money. She lived in one of the cities nicest homes and she owned a very nice car. She had almost everything she wanted. She had a good lifeexcept for one thing. It was extremely hard for her to keep someone interested in her and not her money. Or hell, it was extremely hard for her get a man that didnt mind she had a cock. Or liked to be dominate. So, she had decided not long ago that she was done with me and thought that females would be better. So far, not so good. While most did not mind that she had a dick to fuck them with, they were still more interested in her money, wanting it for themselves. She was sick and tired of it. She almost wanted to ust give up on relationships. But she knew she couldnteveryone needed someone sometime in their life. Sighing again, Rhian had to walk a few blocks down to get to the parking garage where her car was parked. She had no problems walking, but she did wish that she didnt have to and it was a lot closer than it was. She placed her hands in the pockets of her coat, glancing up at the sky. It was getting cold and it seemed like it was going to rain tonight. She was glad that she was getting home now and not in the rain.
Thread: Futakitty and SnowBunnyXXX'

Amy shivered in the cold. She looked up to the sky and seen it looked as if it might rain. Great. Now I have to find some sort of shelter. She was only 19 years old, but had been homeless since she was 18. Her parents kicked her out because she had told them that she was bisexual. She remembered the fight well. But by now, she was used to finding someplace to keep her dry and somewhat protected. Amy wandered around, finally coming upon a parking garage. Her worn clothes looked almost what a woman would wear if she were to try to whore herself out, she wore a white bra, with matching white panties. She wore a light pink tank top, and a black short skirt, with matching black tights. Her shoes where worn, her big toe almost able to poke out of her left shoe, her tights ripped on the knees. She sighed as she looked around the garage. She looked for somewhere dry, but also dark. Hiding it the dark was the way she was able to stay safe from all the predatory humans. Animals, she wasn't so worried about, it was the humans. She found a spot by the elevator, a dark corner in which the light had burned out. There was a car parked nearby, but she figured she would be far enough out of the way of it's headlights. So she went into the corner, pulled the small backpack she was able to take with her, and pulled out her blanket. She threw it over her, and watched as her surroundings as her eyelids got heavy.
Thread: Futakitty and SnowBunnyXXX'

Rhian sighed as she rode the elevator up to the second floor of the garage where her car was. She walked toward her car, but something caught her eyes. She glanced over at the corner and blinked a few times as she stared over there for a moment. Frowning when she thought she saw movement, she pulled out her phone and turned it on to use it as a sort of flashlight so she could see. As she got closer and realized that she was looking at a female just laying out on the cold cement. You..aren't living up here, are you? she asked with a small frown as she knelt down in front of the girl and put her hands on her lap as she watched the girl carefully. She wondered if she was homeless or a prostitution. She kind of looked like one...but the clothes could just be old and that's all she had. Well, I can't really live with myself if I just leave you here, so get home. You can stay the night at my place, she muttered, nodding her head as she stood up and held out her hand for the girl. And I really can't take no because I really won't let you get sick or die. It's supposed to be a really bad night.
Thread: Futakitty and SnowBunnyXXX'

Amy heard the elevator open and moved closer to the corner as she could, hoping that she wouldn't be noticed. But to her dismay, she seen the figure turn to her. She watched as she knelt in front of her. Her eyes widened, but she didn't scream. She looked up and saw it was a woman, and relaxed. Amy shook her head. No I'm not living here. She said. Just staying here because of the weather. She said with a sigh. Amy then heard her tell her that she could stay the night at her place. She raised an eyebrow as the woman told her that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. But I don't want to be a burden or anything. She told her, but grabbed the woman's hand anyways. She stood up and smiled at her. Thank you. My name's Amy. She said as she followed her to her car.