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Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Was he...was he smiling at her? The expression certainly was odd on a dragon's maw, and yet she found herself more amused than anything. She leaned back on her hands once more, head tilted enough that the end of her ponytail fell back over her shoulder. He certainly held her attention rapt from the first words, her brow furrowing temporarily in thought. Sir Graham had regaled her with legends and stories from the time he had taken her under his wing and at some point she had realized too-late that she had stopped listening. The one he spoke of, however, she had heard of, although was not entirely certain what he was leading to with it. She had a moment to ponder this as Leon briefly shifted his attention to the flames behind him. The casual expulsion of fire sent a shiver down her spine, and she wasn't entirely certain of the cause. Perhaps it was the realization that she could have been on the receiving end of the inferno...or perhaps it was the sudden realization that, indeed, the stone beneath her was rather chilly, even through her pants. She dismissed the concern in favor of meeting the dragon's gaze once more while he continued his tale. Artifacts? Her mind churned over the information, struggling for any recall from anything Sir Graham had told her. There was most certainly something familiar about it, at any rate. Her brow had furrowed in thought once again, lips pursuing and relaxing before her bottom lip was ultimately drawn between her teeth. A shield to absorb dragonfire? Sir Graham had mentioned something of that, although spoke of it as little-more than a wistful dream. He, himself, had never faced a dragon, so far as she knew. She hummed a moment. If one of such artifacts had that sort of power, she could only imagine what the others would have. So...a dragon and human must cooperate to obtain these artifacts...and blood must be shed? So they must battle together? She hummed, her questions more her thoughts to herself spoken aloud than one requiring a real answer. I am not-so-sure I have a good question as of yet, she mused with a fairly awkward laugh. Although I would wonder what benefit they might have to you? Unless we keep them out of the hands of those that would attempt to do you and any other wyrms harm. A hand pushed aimlessly at a loose strand of hair that had fallen before her eyes. At any rate, I can't say that I'm not intrigued...so you wish for the two of us to cooperate and pursue these artifacts, then?
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

If you would not mind this young wyrm to shadow your footsteps and lull you to sleep with boresome tales of mountains and goats, then yes, I would much appreciate cooperating together in search of these artifacts, Leon replied in a jovial tone. He raised himself back up to his feet and paused on Roslyn's musings. You ask a good question, Roslyn. What benefit would these artifacts be to me... To be honest... No no, I'll answer that some other time. The dragon would have liked to give the woman- who was quite pleasant actually- a good reason as to why he was asking for help or searching for wyrmslayer artifacts, but in all honesty he had very little to work off of. He simply did not know nor care about the benefits of the artifacts to a wyrm such as himself. All that he knew was that he wanted the damn things and would not be defeated this time. This young woman was pleasant, willing and able to adventure around, so this time, he figured, would be the last attempt. If he even got one artifact, no matter how big or small, all those years spent hunched over old tablets and books would not be wasted. Leon craned his neck and looked to the entrance of his den as if straining his ears to hear something in the distance. He snorted once again and shook his wings before descending upon Roslyn and fixing her with his golden gaze once again. I fear that being seen with a wyrm such as myself will bring nothing but trouble for you. I wish to help you avoid any unwanted attention, so if you would please shield your eyes... Before Roslyn could attempt to catch his attention or stop him, the dragon slid back onto his feathered roost and pulled his wings in. The great appendages dragged across the stone floor and disrupted the straw, hay and feathers beneath the dragon as if a black-powder bomb had gone off before it. The result was a sort of farmer's smokescreen, though there was some kind of draconic magic mixed in there as well. There were too many feathers and too much debris surrounding the dragon it had to be magic! Once the dragon was completely covered, the debris took one large spin around it before falling apart and flying off in every direction within the dragon's den. Once the feathers and straw settled down back upon the dragon's roost, the reddish-copper form of Leon was no longer visible. Instead, sitting in the middle of the great pile of hay and straw was a man. A rather rugged and dirty-looking creature with a head of unruly auburn hair and a very simple set of leather padding over his body, but a man nonetheless. Through the dirt and grime it could be discerned that the man looked to be approaching his thirties if he was human, though he was somewhat tall and lanky the scholar type. He searched through his feathery roost with his dirty hands and pulled out a weathered traveler's knapsack before standing up and waving at Roslyn. Would this be better? the man, Leon, asked.
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

An amused grin tugged at Roslyn's lips. Well, she had gone so-far as to stop and converse with him, might as well add traveling with a dragon to her list of life accomplishments. And who knew? Perhaps these artifacts would truly be worth whatever hassle they might be to obtain. She pushed herself to her feet and idly dusted off her pants. Better tales of mountains and goats than an old hunters' tales that I have heard and told a million times before, she mused before straightening and setting her hands on her hips with a gleeful smile. I could use a good adventure. It had been some time since she had had a traveling companion beyond her own mount, Zane. It would take some readjustment, and she was not entirely certain how they would maneuver the inevitable villages and cities they would encounter along their way in a subtle-enough manner. She supposed he could sit back in hiding at times while she restocked or gathered information. And then at night he could walk - or fly, she remembered - around it and hope that he wasn't seen? It would have to be a case-by-case basis, she guessed. It most definitely was not the most troublesome hurdle to overcome, in her eyes. The hunter's immediate instinct to begin to plan ahead was soon to be proven unnecessary. Leon voiced his concern, to which she shrugged8iki, and yet before she could even think to open her mouth to dismiss it, he was moving. She ducked and covered her eyes on instinct at the abrupt covering that obscured her image of him. The atmosphere, itself, seemed to change, that inkling of a sensation that accompanied the presence of some form of magic tickling at her nose and throat. Just as she was about to peer back through her own fingers, though, the debris exploded in every which direction, her arms sparing her face from the occasional strike. After a moment more, she dropped her arms slowly, cautiously peering over a forearm to witness the settling material and then the baffling figure that appeared before her then. She blinked once, then twice...and then her jaw fell slack. By all initial inspection, he was a man - granted, a dirty one - not much older than herself, and had a dragon not been standing where he sat moments before, she would not have assumed anything otherwise. She had heard rumors of dragons possessing a magic of transformation but this was...incredible. She realized he had risen and spoken to her and snapped her jaw shut while her arms fell back to her sides and her cheeks warmed in chagrin. She carefully worked her way closer to the nest and, well, Leon. She stopped a short distance before him, eyes not quite shielding the awe she still felt although she addressed him in the same manner she had been doing so earlier. Well, my horse will most certainly appreciate this form better, she joked though her eyes still studied him curiously for a moment for any obvious giveaway. Although we might want to get you cleaned up a bit before we go about facing people. She smiled and lifted a hand to rub at a kink in the back of her neck. Other than that, I suppose we are ready to be off?
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

A little bit of warning should have been in order, but Leon figured that he was simply too enthusiastic and raring to go to let Roslyn in on his little secret. He patted himself down and shook off a bit of dust that had gathered on his shoulders. Being that he was a true wyrm and was not able to go outside without attracting much attention, bathing was not something he did regularly. He'll have to clue Roslyn in on that in due time, but perhaps as a human he could just abide her little comment and get himself cleaned up as soon as it was possible to do so. The raggedy man ran his hands over his shins and knees to pat them free of dirt and grime before raising his fingers to his hair to pick away at a few tiny crusts that were tangled there. Humans were certainly clean creatures, he remembered, though it depended on the person and village. Now that he was really eye-level with his new companionpartner, Leon could see Roslyn more clearly. As she rubbed the back of her neck Leon's golden eyes drifted to her pair of green orbs. A rare color as far as he was concerned. Next he was intrigued by the red color of the woman's hair, which he was able to properly examine now that he was so close. A small, simple tugging of his lips showed that he either approved of the hair color or just found it fascinating. After all, a dragon being so close to a mortal wasn't something that happened everyday, and in this case it seemed that the dragon was more interested in the human than vice-versa. Hmm? Oh, sorry, the disguised wyrm muttered. He remained silent for far too long after Roslyn asked her question. Yes, yes, let's be off! If we make good time we should be able to get to the very edge of the eastern mountain range before nightfall. Leon was about to continue, probably to recount a story of a legend or what not when the sound of Roslyn's black stallion, Zane, echoed throughout the cave system. Rather than a simple snort or the clopping of hooves against rock, the sound that cut through the caves was that of Zane neighing in what seemed to be a mixture of anger, surprise and terror. Another element was added over the distressed neighing and it was a particular creature's cry. No, not just one creature but many of them as more and more cries and squawks echoed throughout the cave. It was a terrible noise that belonged to a disgusting conjoining of woman and bird, known to many as a harpy . Judging by where Roslyn last left her stallion, the sounds were coming from the mouth of the cave. Indeed, should the two humanoids take action and retreat back to the mouth of the cave, they would find the ungodly animals circling about the carcass of the recently-slain griffon. Leon's good deed of slaying a monster had attracted the scavenging harpies, and they, being opportunistic little critters the size of a fully grown woman, turned their beady eyes to Zane as if the stallion was dessert. Leon shot a sheepish look Roslyn's way and then glanced back at his feathery roost. I uh... Did you come on a horse? he asked as if it was the only thing he could do in this situation.
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Roslyn meant well, but her comment about forgetting he was even present stung Leon the wrong way. An embarrassed shade of red filled his cheeks and he couldn't help but look away with wounded pride evident in his frown. Dragons were naturally proud creatures who prefer to hunt alone, and if they were to assist someone, they expected a little bit of recognition. But Leon shook his head and looked back to Roslyn before he let his pride get the better of him. Again, she meant well, and there was no point in pursuing the matter any further. But damn, that stung! He watched as the red-haired woman introduced her partner, Zane, and smiled when she spoke so highly of him. This was a beast of burden who the hunter had either grown up with or gone through many trials and tribulations with. This was a very, very important and respected friend, and it was heartwarming to see a human care for something that wasn't an item or another human. The disguised wyrm edged closer and examined the black stallion with downplayed curiosity and, while he wasn't as interested in Zane as he was with Roslyn, he was reminded of an ancient horse of legend that looked very similar to the one here before him. Once Roslyn had saddled up and offered a hand to him, Leon took the opportunity to speak. I've ridden before, yes, but it was more like a ranch hand on a rowdy bull. No horse so far has tolerated me... Though I suppose it has to do with me being an unfamiliar rider. Thankfully most scampered off back to civilization instead of lingering near my cave for any longer. He examined the hand before him before gripping it in his and attempting to place himself behind the experienced rider. That... And I've been kicked in the chest too many times and flung too far for my liking. Once the disguised dragon was situated on the black stallion he would take a quick glance around at his surroundings. The forest was just as Roslyn left it, though the sun was no longer at the top of the sky. It was starting its descent and would take many hours before night fell upon the land. The bushes and foliage rustled with little creatures running through them while the griffin corpse continued to be a blemish upon the overall beauty of the area. But at least the area was safe. We'll need to head east from here, Leon stated as he pointed in said area. There was a simple trail wide enough for a horse in that direction. There's a crevice about an hour away from here that's where a purewater spring is. We can stop by there and gather some materials for the journey ahead if you're lacking any. He paused for a moment before asking, What was that about fighting?
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Roslyn noted the redness in his cheeks and was momentarily confused...until she realized what she had said. Her own cheeks flared lightly, but she wasn't exactly sure whether or not she should apologize. Her own social etiquette certainly left much to be desired, but she supposed that came with the territory of traveling with only a horse for a year or so. But the moment passed more-quickly than she could make the decision and so she moved past it. She would make it up to him later. Zane, for his part, was wary, but trusted his rider more than words could express. As Leon moved closer, the stallion's ears flicked forward, deep brown eyes curious though still a fair-bit wary. The scent on the dirty humanoid was not at all what he was accustomed to, and certainly the air around him was not like any other human he had been around. But, again, even as Roslyn got herself situated in the saddle, she was as calm and comfortable as ever, and he could sense no ill-intent from the stranger...and so he would accept whatever was expected of him. For the meantime, at any rate. Leon's hesitance brought an easy smile to the huntress' lips. Well, I will do my best to make sure this old boy does not kick you in the chest. He should be well-enough behaved, they much I can assure you. While it was true that her steed had been known to be temperamental with foreign riders - he had even thrown Sir Graham once or twice - his current mood was not fouled by the harpy attack. Roslyn assisted Leon into the saddle behind her to the best of her ability. She shifted as far forward as feasibly possible, and only released his hand when he seemed stable-enough. Zane shifted and stamped his distaste about the added weight, but she shushed him with a gentle click of her tongue and a light tug on the reins still held in her other hand. She felt the immediate difference as well, though, with the unfamiliar presence and warmth of someone pressed up behind her. She did her best to brush the thought from her mind there was no reason to dwell on something she would adapt to in time. Instead, she focused on his words and nodded, nudging them to the trail he had directed them to. Pure spring water? That will most definitely be of use, she mused aloud, if only to have something to say. But then came his question as Zane picked his path amongst the foliage at a confident, steady walk. She turned her head enough to catch sight of him from her peripherals. I can teach you to fight with a sword, if you have yet to learn or just need some practice. Or a bow and arrow, for that matter. It might not be necessary, but it is certainly a good skill to have in this realm of humans. She shrugged and turned to face completely forward once again. The decision is yours, of course. I won't force the issue. But my offer will stand if ever you decide you're ready.
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Leon was thankful that there indeed was a purewater spring to the east. Not only would the pure water heal and rejuvenate any who stood ankle-deep in it, drinking the water would help speed up the process and refresh them before they headed out once again. Finally, a dip in the spring would allow Leon to bathe and get the dust and grime off of his body. He had neglected the water's benefits as a wyrm. In his true form he was much too large to bathe properly, and being that he was all alone on a daily basis dulled his self-consciousness. It wasn't until Roslyn came around did he realize that he wasn't clean and he aspired to do something about that just as soon as they reached the spring. He figured the red-haired adventurer would appreciate not having his dirty body pressed close against her for the time being until the spring came along! But as he shifted in his seat and gazed around at the forest he was so used to flying over, he began to realize that he was enjoying being this close to Roslyn. It wasn't a riot or an arousing time instead it was a peaceful one. The touch of another, even if it was indirect, almost always had a calming effect on another. Leon's hands remained on his thighs to steady himself, yet as time passed he began to wonder if it would be better to wrap them around Roslyn's stomach for support. For support, he told himself. If you have a dagger or shortsword, I'd be willing to learn how to use that, Leon replied with a bit of an embarrassed tone to it. Physical skills weren't his forte it seemed. But I'm not completely helpless in this form. Most wyrms are capable of using magic, and I'm one of them. Mostly offensive spells and incantations, though I do remember a few spells that might invigorate you should you need it. Magic was a rare thing here in Wyrmrock, but if Leon suggested that he had a good grasp on it, for a wyrm, perhaps he was right. The path wouldn't offer much resistance for the two and, besides the occasional harpy or bird that flew overhead in search of food, the traveling was nice and quiet. It was a welcome reprieve after the tense moment with the griffin corpse and harpies earlier. Out here with nothing but the green trees and shrubs to keep you company, you could really disconnect from the troubles of the world. But for a social butterfly, it was probably hell when they were alone. Leon played with his fingers against Zane's hard skin for a moment before he asked another question. Might as well pass the time before hitting the spring in his stomach he reckoned there would be some action up there... So... Roslyn, Leon muttered with a shrug of his shoulders, testing out her name once again. Do you mind telling me a little about yourself? You know, what you like, what you do for fun, that sort of thing?
Thread: Verity's Journal

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Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

do you have any particular cravings in terms of pairings in mind?
Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

I dont have much of cravings, but i am a straight roleplayer when it comes to sexual roleplays.
Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

But other than that any pairing is okay 3
Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

well do you prefer fandom RP's or original pairings?
Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

I have mostly liked the original pairings, for im not too good yet in fandom RP's.
Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

well you should still give an ide of role you enjoy such as Cheerleaders, little sister or maybe the sexy teacher. Perhaps modern is not your thing and you prefer roles like a princess being taken by one of her council's knights.
Thread: Looking for Males (Sexual RP)

I do like modern actually, the roles you listed above in modern are actually what i mostly do play. I like anything that may have to do with those 3
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

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Thread: My Surreal Erotica

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Thread: My Surreal Erotica

I love these! Did you do them, or maybe a favorite artist?
Thread: My Surreal Erotica

Hi! Thank you very much! Yes, they are mine. You are the first to comment, and I appreciate it! I really did hit the jackpot with you Rod Babygirl1 said I love these! Did you do them, or maybe a favorite artist? Click to expand...