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Thread: Now's my chance!

Sonny felt the weight shift on the bar, looking up at her instinctively and smirking. The view was quite nice from his place as he smirked. In his head, he decided to test his luck later in the showers as he only added more of his strength, making his muscles bulge a bit more with every heave, his eyes set on her cleavage and the sight of her slightly hardened nipples. He could feel it though, the erection pushing a bit in his pants. His lack of a woman in all those years was finally beginning to show and he cursed himself in his head as h tried to focus on his training. It would be bad if he got horny in the middle of the gym with all these other guys around them.
Thread: Now's my chance!

If he had allowed himself to get horny, he would have been the first. The guys mumbled and cursed at the little cock tease that they could do nothing about. She slowly leaned more and more until he was physically lifting her off the ground. She just looked down at him with a teasing seductive smile, not even breaking a sweat at holding herself steady as he lifted her up repeatedly. She was going to have so much fun being the neighborhood cock tease. So, I'm guessing you can bench around 400 pounds? Impressive.
Thread: Now's my chance!

Sonny grinned, feeling her entire weight on the bar. He didn't seem to care that when he let the bar down, her breasts were almost straight in his face. He let her tease him as she wanted while he kept it going. Of course... I'm..... Used to...... 550..... Pounds.... He huffed with each push, trying to make it seem like he was pushing himself, despite the fact that he had hardly broken a sweat. He had noticed the other guys staring at her already, knowing what they were whispering amongst themselves. But he just couldn't care less. He had to break it off after almost fourty-five minutes of bench pressing as he moved the bar up into the holder, letting it clonk down before he sat up, looking at her. Next time, we can try with the Mexican and I'll show you how much I can press. He smirked at her, throwing his shirt over his shoulders, her teasing hadn't made him horny enough as his erection wasn't even close to being semi-hard.
Thread: Now's my chance!

She smirked, finding herself impressed because she actually believed that was how much he could bench. She was actually beginning to tire of holding herself on top of the bar in order for him to lift it. She was also impressed that he wasn't even all the way hard despite the fact that her tits were in his face. She didn't know which Mexican he was speaking of, but he was probably talking about one of the heavier ones. She walked over to him and then sat in his lap, rotating her stiff shoulders a little bit. Man, I got a work out just from helping you with yours... She felt him through his pants and realized that he wasn't even all the way rock hard. This man had an impressive cock, that was for sure. Not that she liked them or anything. She had sex a few times before, but it wasn't as satisfying as fucking with girls, especially girls that didn't like it. She moved around in his lap, pretending to adjust herself, and once again she noticed everyone looking at her. She could feel them scream cock tease at her in her mind but she didn't really care. It was funny.
Thread: Think Twice, Think Thrice.  Be quick and nimble like Mice... [Divvy and Lanny!!]

This RP is closed to all uninvited parties! PLOT Descendants of a land that was thought to be extinct millions of years ago, these elves are what's left in a small realm branched off of Middle Earth. We stand in their existence unknowingly, and now is the tale of two elves, an unlikely pair, to meet up and be intertwined together in fate. When a woman of a strong people, where the women are Dominant and are the absolute rulers of their villages, and then men are but pawns in their game, we come to meet a woman, Dominant, strong, and beautiful, but adventurous. What happens when she comes across a man who's not of their kind, and she feels... Pity? We decide. Hope this works, Lanny-love. I just kind of winged it.
Thread: Think Twice, Think Thrice.  Be quick and nimble like Mice... [Divvy and Lanny!!]

Name Div'Rhyl... The human equivalence is Dreaming Moon Age 26 to human eyes. They quit counting passed 200. Gender Female Species Drow Personality Div'Rhyl, or Rae as many have come to call her, and know her by, is a compassionate person as a Drow. A familiar beast in her homelands, she holds a higher standard among many, and gives nothing to no one for whatever reason she might possess. A harsh tongue is the downfall of her lustrous looks, she knows this and uses it to every advantage possible. Men swoon at her, and her icy personality is what keeps them back and simply staring, no man has the guts to step forward and attempt to mount her as a mate, they're better off in her lower levels serving her in the morning, than going after her as a mate. Does she care? Not really. History Rae was raised without a father, and it was her mother's firm belief that it was the weakness a man showed for their mate that imprinted in the mind of a child that weakness was alright under any circumstance. She was right, because Rae doesn't have a heart. Her mother, Felyn'Mer, was the truest woman in the large tribe that had begun to grown in the center woods in their starting small village of Narok'Wren. By the time she'd reached of age to begin true training amongst the other girls in the village, they had began a city, not a village, and the thousands living there made it worth the while to study, train, fight, and defend her beautiful home. Though Drow are a harsh and callous people, they still respect the basic forms of life, and never forget what they bring to their lives. The trees, earth, and elements are all worshiped on daily account to that a warrior, healer, even simple peasants, can never forget where they grew from. They thank mother nature and praise her for the bountiful gifts given to them. Appearance
Thread: Think Twice, Think Thrice.  Be quick and nimble like Mice... [Divvy and Lanny!!]

Rhovanion. 'Wild' he was named and he fit the name well. From the beginning, he had caused his parents endless consternation, climbing from his crib, to sleep with the dogs....insisting on toddling into the deepest thickets, laughing at the scratches on his face...preferring to dress, at times, in naught at all, while out in the woods. No, he had not been an easy child, disrupting the quiet life at Treehelm. But the Lord there was wise and he summoned a human druid....who in turn summoned a werebear. Rhover, as he became monickered, learned the hard way to be patient, stealthy, brave, and just a bit wise. As he grew, he calmed a bit and became the protector of the woods. No elf maiden did he chase, so they were all to sedate and boring. Trysts with the nymphs and dryads, gave only physical release, though their simple ways taught him to please a female well. Overall, he was happy, he kept bad intruders at bay, and he grew stronger and taller than most elves, his eyes, brightest of blue, missing little, and his braid of light brown hair was often mixed with bird feathers or living plants. This evening, he stalked human poachers. The nasty fools had been daring to set up rather clever pitfalls and drop traps along the border that separated 'his' lands from their own. Bow out and ready, he glided through shadows to find a most unusual sight. A Drow female, beautiful, but akin to ice in nature, had managed to trip one of the better traps. Her arms were now flattened above her on the ground, with a tree eight times her weight. Rhover might have been amused, but it was obvious the nest of fire ants right next to her was starting to be a problem. He called out to her in the common tongue of the high elves. Hold still, sister below, and I shall free you. I call for peace bond between us, as I notice the ants...and that the rope of the tied end is beginning to part and you will soon be crushed. He had no great love for Drow. They were cruel, and had strange ideas, but he would not let another be so tortured. Deftly, he bent and tied sapling after sapling, until their combined springy pull lifted the trunk slowly and evenly from her. Rhovanion, sometimes of Treehelm, bids you good night, and asks that you only kill in this forest in self defense, or for what you wish to eat. He turned and started down a side path to look for more nasty traps.
Thread: Think Twice, Think Thrice.  Be quick and nimble like Mice... [Divvy and Lanny!!]

Rae shuddered as she squirmed in the trap, her arms straight above her head as she tried to wriggle herself free. What blasted idiot would be so bold as to set traps were the Drow hunted and kept themselves? She growled, kicking another ant, and swinging enough to make it lose it's open balance and fall out. Little bugger. The sound of a voice made her look up, and she frowned to the site of a male, not of her kind, but of a smaller race, standing at a shorter height, and calling to claim peace and good riddance. His help? Greatly appreciated. Her ability to say so? Not exactly so graceful. She fell to the ground with a bit of a hard thud, her dusk-like skin flushing in slight embarrassment to the lack of grace she held at that moment. Standing, she brushed herself off and kicked a pile of brush over top of the fire ants, watching some of them screech and scramble in slight joy. She did nothing to harm them, but ruffling their feathers was all the same, just as amusing. Her eye sight turned to glare at the boy who's cut her down, and she slid a knife off of her hilt, and threw it near him, the star landing straight into the wood near him, Don't be so swift to be kind and leave without an exchange of words, hunter. she mused quietly.
Thread: Think Twice, Think Thrice.  Be quick and nimble like Mice... [Divvy and Lanny!!]

Rhova pulled the odd weapon from the tree and murmured words of healing to it. He had not known what to expect from a Drow, but had hoped that the peace protocols would hold, so no dagger would ornament his back. He'd expected, more likely, that she'd ignore him. An amused threat to get his attention was far outside any expectation, however, and he held the weapon up. I can't accept this as my mother always told me to take no gift from strangers. You have my name, but I not yours, so I would say that makes us strangers. He tossed the weapon back lightly, so as to be easily caught. I do have business elsewhere. The cretins who set this trap need a lesson in respect for other's boundaries. While that lesson might interest you, I don't expect your support, unless it's revenge you seek. If you wish social discourse, I can oblige, but I'll likely touch upon subjects vile and disrespectful, and as a lowly male, you'd probably want to kill me for it. If it's social intercourse that you'd offer as a note of thanks or payment of some sort, well... His eyes swept down and up her body appreciatively. 'tis said that a man who beds a Drow ought to check to make sure he still can bed afterwards. I do like your wild allure lady, and while I'm not easily frightened, you worry me. If you wish to talk, fine and sobeit, but I ask that we move while the trail is not washed away or dead. Nimbly, he flipped over the tree trunk and scanned the ground for trail signs, then said. Come if you will or no, but I must be moving...this was not men set the trap...but something a bit fouler. Then he moved easily down the trail, but not so fast that she couldn't pace him if she wished.
Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

The young maid had prepared everything for her mistress. The horse was packed well with dried food stuffs, blankets, skins for wine and water, and various other things that Gilloleth had forgotten about in her hasty gathering. By the time she set out for the town, the young half elf looked drawn and exhausted. Bags lined sharp, almond shaped green eyes. Yet she was not going to rest that day or perhaps not even that night. Every time she closed her eyes she was haunted by the figures of her parents laying dead, eyes opened in surprise for her father and terror for her defenseless mother. Sleep would not come easily or at all and she was not the type to take a tonic for such problems. Entering town had done her little good. People stared openly at her, knowing the loss she had recently sustained. They whispered things her sharp hearing picked up on. What a shame it was for someone so young to be left without a mother or father she had barely been the age of adulthood! Many had wondered why she wore her long, blackish waves down. It was custom in that town to pin the hair up while in mourning. Gilloleth was not in mourning. That word was too trite to explain how she felt. Instead of crying openly and wearing black to show the agony she was in, she was going to properly vent that anguish. The drow who murdered her parents would come to rue that day and she would take great pleasure in making him suffer beforehand. As she rode through the town the glint of the sun reflected blue off of her raven locks. The skin of her face and hands was pale and nearly reflective as well. Large eyes and a rosebud mouth offset a heart shaped face and ears that were ever so slightly pointed at the tips. With her heritage she had the elven beauty with the fullness of face of a human and it came together in quite a pleasing fashion. Some had likened her to a painted doll, which she loathed. Now she looked upon those who had mentioned it with a severe glance. Her first stop was the inn. If she was going to find him, she would need to ask around. Drow were known to be quite stealthy and sneaky. Perhaps he was even travelling by the shadows but someone had to have seen him. There had to be people that knew. As she walked in people looked in her direction. Normally such a place would make her balk but, now, she was determined. She strode up to the bar and began to question the barkeep.
Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

The barkeeper, an older human gentleman who went by the name Oswald, had been an old acquaintance of the girls father. They hadnt spoken much recently, but back before the late fighter had retired from his life of adventure and glory, it wasnt uncommon for him to unwind at the tavern after a rough trip. Actually, it wasnt uncommon for him to just stop in at any time to see if any of the inn guests were in need of body guard work or if Oswald needed a little muscle for security should the tavern-goers get too rowdy. The human nobleman had spent quite a bit of time here before he had met his elven bride. Oswald was roughly in his early fifties now and in really good shape for someone of his age. He stood at roughly five feet and ten inches tall with a lightly muscled physique. His belly bulged a bit with what you could call a beer gut but there still werent too many people in the tavern that would want to tussle with old Oswald. Most people wouldnt have thought that Oswald was so old just by looking at him but his hair certainly gave him away, or lack-there-of. Oswald was completely bald, save for poorly-shaven, dark grey facial hair. Blue eyes watched the little half-elven girl as she approached the bar from a sea of heavily tanned skin. Though Oswald had been a friend of the deceased, it seemed that he was about as interested in mourning as Gilloleth. The customary black mourning attire that one wore when a family member or close friend died were replaced with a pair of denim bibbed overalls, old white shirt that was more an off-white or grey color now, and heavy leather working boots. His clothes were clearly old and though they were clean, they were decorated with a myriad of stains from messy foods to blood. Well look who we have here, Oswald bellowed in a deep, pleased voice as the half-elven girl finished pushing her way through the crowd and made it to the taverns bar. I havent set sights on you since you was just a wee thing no bigger than one of them there halflin creatures. Course, you was cuter than them things. Nasty little buggers, them halflins always stealin and rootin through places their thievin little fingers don belong. Once Oswald finished wiping the glass that he had been working on cleaning, he sat it down behind the counter and turned to close what little distance remained between himself and the half-elf. Ya doin alright, girlee? he asked in a much softer and private voice as he leaned in close to Gilloleth. Ifn you need anythin at all then you just let ol Oswald know and hell see if he can help you.
Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

The question struck Gilloleth oddly. How was she doing? She had not taken time to assess that. All she had been concerned with was all consuming revenge. Her own needs and wants had been pushed to the side. She sat down, her small body barely rocking the chair beneath her. There were whispers again but she pushed them out of her mind. Who cared if they thought she was going to drink herself stupid with grief? These sorts of people could only solve their problems at the bottom of a mug of ale. I am very tired, she finally replied. I have not slept since the night before. She paused as her gloved fingers traced the bar top. This man had been a friend to her fathers and she did vaguely remember someone like him when she was younger visiting the home whenever she was younger. She wondered if she was a cute child. Every portrait she ever had sat for depicted her very much the same way snowy white with inky hair, bright eyes, and a small rose bud mouth. I do have a few questions about a man. I figure that, since you run the social apex of the town, you would be able to help me. Gilloleth launched herself right in to it after a long, steadying breath. You see a servant girl of mine witnessed something quite odd before the murder happened. In the gardens she noted a Drow male lurking. As you know anything coming up from the Underdark is suspicious and that a male emerging on his own is even more so. There was little tact to her questioning. That was a skill that she had found little taste for whenever she was training, though her mother insisted that such charisma be learned, Gilloleth much favored the bow or crossbow. Has anyone of the sort passed through this establishment?
Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

Ah well you shouldn strain yerself by stayin up all hours and makin yerself tired and sick, Oswald spoke in retort to Gilloleths first statement while she collected her thoughts, but the half-elf did not seem to acknowledge that she had been spoken to. He hadnt really expected her to, though. When people were struck with this kind of grief, they tended to develop very selective hearing until they had come to terms with themselves. While he waited for the half-elf to collect herself and decide just what it was that she had come to a place like this for, Oswald busied himself with pouring her a drink. He honestly wasnt even sure how old she was, so he didnt want to take the chance on handing her anything hard. Sure, she looked old enough for an ale but that elven blood really threw him off. If it wasnt entirely human, Oswald never trusted what his eyes told him. Instead, he grabbed a large clay mug and poured the girl a tall glass of his home-made apple juice. Elves were supposed to like fruity drinks right? Bah, it didnt matter. He was pretty sure that the girl wasnt here for ale. I dont know nothin about any of them there dark elves, girlee, the man answered once Gilloleth had finished speaking. Oswald just slid her drink over toward her and tucked the big jug of juice back behind the bar. Come ta think of it, yer father never had many dealins with them either did he? Them elves don come out of their holes too often and there aint much reason for us normal sun-lovin folk ta go down there where they live. It didnt make a whole lot of sense to the older human that one of the Underdark-dwelling elves would come to the surface just to murder his old friend but then again, the whole situation didnt make sense to him. Gilloleths father had been well-liked in the town and Oswald wasnt the brightest bulb in the box when it came to inter-species affairs. He knew that he, personally, was going to be somewhere between little help to none at all in whatever information gathering the young half-elf woman was trying to do. Fortunately for her, Oswald knew someone who might be able to help her. Have ya tried talkin ta the guard-captain about what yer servant saw? Oswald asked as he leaned in close so that hopefully only the half-elf girl would hear him. Ifn this has ta do with the dark elves then he will want ta hear about it, ya know? Tell him Oswald sent ya and that ya want ta talk ta Zarraema. Ifn any of those dark elves come crawlin out of their hole, Zarraema will know about it.
Thread: The Sweetest Revenge

It had been hours since any sort of drink touched her lips. The sweet and apply flavor was almost too much for her taste buds, as if even they had been thrown into shock. Yet she was grateful for it. The cool liquid helped soothe her overly sore throat and she drank it in two greedy gulps. As he spoke her expression fell ever so slightly. Perhaps she had expected a speedy chase like she had read about in the many fantasy novels that lined the shelves of her library. Those had always ended with the target being found in a few scant days and the lovely maiden giving the hero a kiss. A sigh escaped her lips and she rubbed her temples. Those men in the books had been skilled trackers though and never needed the help of the local populace. And she was more realistically inclined she needed the help. Zarraema? She repeated the name. That was one she was unfamiliar with. In fact she was not entirely sure where the command guard post was. Where would he be located this time of day? The juice had sharpened her some, made her words more vibrant and added an edge of agitation to them. I would be ever so grateful if you could point me in the direction I must go to find him. Such things should have been common knowledge but she had not really spent much time out in the town. Her estate had enough entertainment, care, excitement, and intrigue to get her well occupied. The servants were quite good with all of those things and her parents provided her with love and understanding. There was no need to go out though now she wished that she had. It would make things much, much easier for her.