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Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Ashlee gave the other girl a soft smile, though she could feel the other girls hesitation. It is ok. I wont force you into anything that is why I told you everything I could. she said in a soft voice, not angry at all just a little sad that the other girl could not trust much at all yet. she watched as the smaller girl got up and started to head to the door. You have no need to be sorry dear. Just please don't let this be the last time I get to see or talk to you. I would consider that a great loss. She said with a little sadness and regret, she hoped that she would be able to help the other woman out of what ever issues she had. As the other girl left the room, Ashlee looked at the door regretfully knowing it was the right thing to let her go but not liking it seeing all the pain that was inside Reina. She laid there just looking at the door wander what it is that she should do but she had not one clue. After about an hour or two of unpacking she decided to head out and get some food. She went out of the dorms starting to wander around the school area looking for somewhere to eat food, she hoped there were some good places hiding around the school area. It was too bad it was so late though most of the places she wandered buy were closed causing her to move farther and farther away from the school. Her umbrella was little help in this weather though she was thankful to have it and a good black leather jacket. She gave a sigh when she had finally found a place to eat, she took a table and made her order and then sat back trying to relax as she waited for her food.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

As soon as Reina was clear of the school and safely hidden in one of the alleys, she pulled the porcelain mask into place. The mask was one she used to wear in the circus. It covered the left half of her face. The Right have having long been broken off. The mask bore a thin grin with black lips. The eye of the mask was also darkened with black, a single black tear painted below it. The black cloak hung about her body, keeping her body well hidden. The hood that hung over her head, allowed mostly shadow to conceal her face. Her fingers tightened on the hilt of the knife as she passed through the alleys moving as if one of the shadows within the fog. She'd heard a rumor that many of the circus performs, including the ring master, had managed to survive the bandit raid. It was in those moments of realization that her reflection had begun to defy her command. Her eyes eventually came to rest upon an old poster of the travelling show. Among all of the different attractions displayed on the poster, she could see her younger self, facing down an angered bear with her knife. She closed her eyes before turning away from the poster. Which was when her eyes fell upon a drunken man, stumbling about the alley. She approached him cautiously. As his face came into view, she halted. She knew him. He was a juggler and fire spitter at the old show. He used to try to teach her when she was a small child. She could remember the fun they had, before she was given up to the ring master's will. Oswald. She said quietly as she stepped out of the fog. He quickly looked up. Who's there? His eyes fell on her and shifted from shock to acceptance. Reina. You're alive. So you found me. He looked back at her for a moment before sighing quietly. Strange that it would end where it began. I found you back here, when you were an infant. I won't ask your forgiveness, and I won't beg for my life. I know how deeply I wronged you. Her lifeless expression never shifted as she held the knife closely. She started stepping closer, bringing the knife out from under the cloak. I know what you must do. I'm prepared to suffer the consequences. He spread his arms wide as she stepped into him quickly, her knife entering his ribs with ease. He gave a startled cough before his arms loosely wrapped about her shoulders. He slowly fell to his knees in front of her. A bit of blood trickling from his lips. Be a good girl now. He struggled to say. I love you. He fell forward into his own pooling blood. Reina wordless turned until she heard something on the cobble stone. She turned around again, her eyes falling on three juggler's balls. She leaned over, collecting them in her hand. I forgive you. She said quietly, her cold gaze growing softer, with a tear threatening to fall.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Ashlee sighed after finishing he food and tea, looking out and seeing that the rain had died down quite a bit but now it was the case of fog. She let out an angry mutter, it would make things harder for her to find her way back to the school, she shook her head and put on her coat and then headed out to the street walking quietly. Until she thought she heard voices, who could be out this late chatting on the street. She asked herself making her way twords the soft voices, they seeming to draw her to them. since on of them sounded like someone that she knew. As she approached to the corner of the building where the voices were coming from she put her body tight against the building and only had her head looking around the corner as they talked. she thought she had heard Reina's name spoken by the man. she heard little snips of conversation as he spoke to the person in the mask, who could that be.... What she was getting though she did not like one bit. What could that man have done that he would accept what the other was about to do to him without a fight. When she saw the furry of movement she let out a scream as she watched the man die, she was shaking in fear and rage the magic starting to well up inside her as she moved into the opening in the street. She did not know what the other was doing to the man it looked like she was picking up something that he may have dropped. Why did you kill that man!?!?' She asked as she got her spells ready inside her head to bond the other tightly, nothing that would kill however, she would never do something like that herself. She started to walk slowly closer as she watched the other, her spell would need to be closer to have a good chance to work, the greater distance the harder to hold something against its will.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Reina slowly rose to her feet. The woman's scream having alerted her. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder. 'You know that voice. I know you do. She's a witness now. She can't be allowed to live.' Reina shook her head, a hand rising to hold the side of her head as she whimpered quietly. 'Now!' The harsh order drove her to move. With cat like grace, she spun around, moving low to the ground. She came to a halt just before the street opened up. She didn't dare strike someone down in the middle of the street. She wouldn't risk being seen. Not that she wasn't willing to attack. She flipped the knife around in her hand as she raised it above her head, prepared to throw it. Why did I kill him!? The voice was harsh and only barely recognizable. The things I've seen and endured are beyond your wildest nightmares! She growled lowly as she drew her hand back, prepared to throw the weapon. You can't imagine my pain. I deserve justice! Revenge! Very swiftly her voice both shifted in tone and emotion as a frightened cry escaped her lips. Get out of my head! She slowly loosened her grip allowing the knife to fall away. Making out Ashlee's face in the fog was enough to bring the assassin to her knees. She fell to all fours, lowering her head, silently sobbing. I won't do it. This is still my body. She whimpered. Hearing the woman draw closer, Reina's pained gaze shot forward towards her, flicking the hood free of her head. She turned and began fleeing into the darkened alley, headed back towards the school. Though she remained unaware of Ashlee's prepared spell for paralyzing opponents.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Ashlee took a deep breath as the person in the mask started twords her, she had planted her feet getting ready for anything. Her eyes showed fear as the person flipped the knife into a throwing position, her eyes held some fear but they held a strong light of determination for doing her best to stop this killer if she could. Though she wondered why who ever it was had stumbled at the beginning holding their head for some reason it seemed odd. The when the girls voice.... Yes it was a girls voice started to come out from her mouth it was hard to know if it was the truth though it sounded that she believed it and was glad that she had killed the man. Then her mouth dropped open as the other girls voice started to change and it started to sound like Reina again, could that killer really be her!? she was frozen there still holding the spells ready as she watched everything go threw the other woman wondering if she was truly a killer or a victim of something else. She gave her head a shake no who ever it was, was a killer and had to be stopped if she could. Ashlee was surprised when the other girl dropped the knife, her body started to relax a little when that happened. Her face started to slacken from the pain the other girl was showing, she was clearly fighting something in her head that did not want to let her go. Her feet started to walk to the other woman when the girls head lifted up and then she started to run away. Wait! she yelled at the fleeing girl as she took off. She gave a sigh and let her spells fall away, she gave her head a shake. Looking down at the ground she spotted the knife and wrapped it in a spare piece of cloth she used for some magic spells and wrapped the knife up carefully before putting it inside her bag. Then rushed back to the school and dorms. She did not even notice anyone inside the C dorms and she went strait to her room and hid the knife away in her dresser. She did not know why she took the knife she only knew if the cops got it, who knew what they would do to that poor girl that looked like she was fighting for herself. Ashlee hoped that she would be able to find the girl and maybe help her over her sickness since she was very good with healing and was working to get even better in school.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Reina sat on her bed, the cloak and mask cast under the bed. She stared at the juggling balls that now sat on the sheets. She pulled her knees close to her chest as she stared. Tears stained her face as she replayed the encounter in her head, but not just with Oswald. The first girl who had ever tried to be her friend knew she was a killer now. She figured it was only a matter of hours before the police were at her door. She figured it was impossible that Ashlee would have kept her secret, or held onto her knife. That was real cute of you. Saving your precious friend like that. Reina looked over at her reflection which looked incredibly upset with her. Shut up... She whimpered softly. Why did you do it? Do you really think she gives a damn about a pathetic little wretch like you? What do you think will become of us now? You left a witness alive. You stupid, ugly little child! The reflections cruel words continued to batter her for several minutes and even after they faded it, Reina found no sleep. Reina didn't attend class the following morning. Instead, she spent the day hiding in her room, rolling the juggling balls in her hand while she stared at the door. Waiting for the inevitable arrival of the police. She hadn't slept, her face and hair reflected that much. Perhaps that wicked voice was right. She couldn't afford to trust anyone, no matter how nice they seemed.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Ashlee did not know what she would do, if it really was Reina... She had a very hard time sleeping that night worried about what was going to happen and what she should do if anything to help. She drifted in and out of sleep never getting more than an hour at a time, when it was finally time for her to get up she rolled out of bed, then took a shower, went into the main area of her dorm and eat quickly before going to class. She was surprised that her friend had not shown up to class this day, she gave a disappointed sigh. If she had any type of doubt who it was that she had seen it was gone now. There should of been no reason For Reina to miss class unless she was the one. Her mood just kept on going down hill as the class went on. Ashlee had a hard time taking any notes or doing class work having been so distracted and worried. She went threw everything inside her head trying to figure out what she would do. Then finally decided on going to see her after class and try to at least give her a little help. When class was finally over, Ashlee packed up everything she could with the little bit of note and work she was able to finish in class. She quickly packed everything up and then started to head to dorms D room 12. It took her a while to find someone that was in those doors and asked if they could let her in so she could find Reina Chipple. then once she was let into the dorm area she started to search for the other girl.
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

Reina was still hiding away in her room when classes let out. The only sign to her that time had flowed at all was the sound of students moving about the dorm. Every set of steps that moved past her door caused her to flinch a little, each time assuming it was the police. Her gaze watched the area under the door to see interruptions in the light, suggesting someone was standing on the other side. Her eyes widened as she saw the light break. Someone was here. She set the juggling balls aside and sat up against the headboard. Without her knife, there was very little that she could do to defend herself from being arrested. It was either the police or Ashlee, possibly both. She knew that no matter what waited beyond the door, she wasn't keen on finding out. Who's there? What do you want? She asked aloud, her fingers curling into loose fists, clutching her sheets. Just go away! I don't want any visitors. Sure, that'll scare them off. The reflection said, rolling her eyes. Shh... They could hear you. Obviously the voice, and reflection only existed in Reina's warped and broken mind, but she believed it to be very real. I think she already knows about me if it's who you think it is. The reflection said matter-o-factly. I think me and her should have another chat. It could be fun. Just some girl time. Well, more fun for me than for her. Shut up! She shouted, throwing her sheet over the mirror. Leave me alone... She whimpered quietly.
Thread: Smutty+birth

I might be interested, will this be long term RP? and How literate are you? Also important to me, is GOOD DETAILS!
Thread: Smutty+birth

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Thread: Really rough noncon RP [MxF]

RE Really rough RP MxF Updated!
Thread: Really rough noncon RP [MxF]

RE Really rough RP MxF This sounds great. How fond are you of characters that genuinely don't, and likely never will, want to participate, but do consent? Feel free to PM me.
Thread: Really rough noncon RP [MxF]

RE Really rough RP MxF Well if there is room still after her, I like to give it a go
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Thread: Really rough noncon RP [MxF]

RE Really rough RP MxF Chartown said My character is a pretty dominant person, so doms should look somewhere else. Open to most modern day plots. Not interested in furries or fantasy. I might do something with vampires or zombies, but would need convincing. I prefer my girls to be younger under 20 but wouldn't mind an older mother either. There will be humiliation and degradation. I'm not afraid to get very physical it all depends on how squimish you are. My kinks are below, if you're interested, message me and we can work out a plot. P.s. I'm not one to be crazy about post length. 3 sentence minimum Strictly a minimum, I certainly don't mind more! I'd prefer the shorter the post lengths, the quicker you respond though also not a requirement. If you have bad grammar, I don't mind I can spell and I have good grammar though. Click to expand... Hmmm,I've never done an RP like this but I would be more than willing to try. I do love rough sex. Are you looking for something more along the lines of 50 Shades of Grey or something a little rougher?
Thread: What the pharoah wants for egyptiangoddess11 and truegrave

Kissa walked into her village carrying two baskets one half filled with fish the other with berries, tonight they would feast for the first time in a few days. She was excited to see the look on her little sister's face. She would be so excited to help cook and then eat the meal. Kissa wasn't good at fishing but today she had gotten a boy from the village to help her. He was still there fishing. Looking around she stopped startled, what was going on? Heading to her hut she set down the baskets and walked back out into the heat of RA. Glancing around she went to search for her mother and sister to find out what was going on not noticing the Pharaoh standing a ways beside her. Finding her sister she bent down and scooped her up walking to her mother. Taking a closer look at the other young and single women in the village she noticed how each one was dressed up to impress setting her sister down Kissa took a step forward curios of the women's actions and smacked into the pharaoh.
Thread: What the pharoah wants for egyptiangoddess11 and truegrave

RE What the pharoah wants Closed Pharaoh Kamenhama was not one to walk, usually. His top officials always told him that it was undignified for the incarnation of the Gods to walk the streets like a common peasant. Nevertheless, the royal chariot had been damaged by an idiot driver that imbibed too many spirits, and the only recourse was to be sitting on his throne, carried on the backs of his servants. However, the Pharaoh felt that the too was undignified, and against the advice of his officials, he walked-barefoot-through the streets of Egypt. Today was a special day for the Pharaoh. Today was the day that he got to choose a woman to be his potential bride. Many of the wealthiest men in Egypt had tried to convince him to choose their daughters, but the Pharaoh thought that this would be an unwise course of action. The daughters of these men were spoiled and haughty, not the kind of women that would be pious to the gods and appreciative of the riches and influence that came with being the wife of the Pharaoh. In addition to these reasons, the Pharaoh did not want any of those rich merchants getting too close to the royal bloodline, lest their pedestrian experience and low-class blood taint the sublime descendants of Horus and Amen-Ra. No, his wife would have to a native Egyptian, one who appreciated hard work and piety to the gods. There were very few wealthy women left that fit that description, and Kamenhama would rather go to the underworld without servants than do as his ancestors had and marry their sisters. No, the only recourse was a young woman of low-birth. As the Pharaoh walked down the street, he noticed that all of the young women had come out dressed in their finest, all save one. This young woman proceeded to smack into him, causing the Pharaoh's brows to knit together in annoyance. Clumsy woman, you'd forget your own head if it wasn't attached. He gently took her by the arm and turned her to face him. All of these women come out dressed in their finest, but you look as if you'd literally just walked out from the fields. Have you no pride in your appearance, no reverence for the Pharaoh?
Thread: What the pharoah wants for egyptiangoddess11 and truegrave

RE What the pharoah wants Closed Kissa felt someone grab her arm and let out a soft, startled squeal as she was turned away from the crowed and toward a very tall man with a very large crown. The pharaoh. She had bumped into the pharaoh. Suddenly everything made sense. The women were dressed up to please the great king. Why had no one told her. Quickly Kissa slid her arm away from his and dropped to her knees, Forgive me my lord. Kissa said hastily wondering if he was a kind and caring pharaoh, or one that would behead her for such actions, I did not see you. She explained before rising slowly not looking at him but instead at the ground where his feet stood. Feeling suddenly self conscious Kissa ran her fingers down her dirty dress and glanced at the other women, had I known your presence would be gifted in our village today I would have dressed finer, but I was not told. Forgive me, my lord. she said and again bowed low hoping that he would forget she bumped into him and pass her by to look at the other attractive women. Kissa doubted she would keep his interest for long with the way she was dressed and the smell of fish lingering on her skin.
Thread: What the pharoah wants for egyptiangoddess11 and truegrave

RE What the pharoah wants Closed The Pharaoh watched as the young woman fell on her knees and began begging for forgiveness. He was actually so disappointed that he wanted to sigh. He thought that this woman was brave and strong, willing to look past his title and see the man underneath. As it turned out, she was merely uninformed. Honestly, the whole thing made him so subconscious that he almost just left the village and went home. I mean, yeah, he was the representative of the gods, but people always seemed so scared of him perhaps it was the unwise rule of past Pharaohs that filled the people with such fear. The Pharaoh looked down at the young woman and smiled a bit. Stay right where you are. Do not move from that spot until I have returned. The Pharaoh left her then to speak with the other women. They were all beautiful and well-dressed, but all lacked one value a piece that made them undesirable. Some were not pious, some were promiscuous, some were uneducated, and most just seemed boring. The Pharaoh left these ladies and returned to the lady who had bowed, who he was proud to see had followed his instructions. I might be willing to overlook your impoliteness if you are perfectly honest with me in the questions that I ask. The Pharaoh cleared his throat, as if he was preparing to orate a decree. How often do you give thanks to the gods? How many men andor women have you had carnal relations with? How educated are you? What is your idea of fun?
Thread: What the pharoah wants for egyptiangoddess11 and truegrave

RE What the pharoah wants Closed Kissa chanced a glance up at the pharaoh confused to see disappointment in his eyes. How could she have disappointed him? Was he expecting her to be something else? Watching as he quickly ran off Kissa bent down and picked up her sister quietly playing with her until the pharaoh came back. A few times she almost forgot his orders and left toward her hut only to double back to where he was expecting her. Suddenly he was in front of her again making her jump slightly. Nodding Kissa looked up at him expectedly before looking at the ground again remembering herself. His questions were odd. Why did he need to know these things? Kissa stayed quiet for a moment, I thank the gods before my meals and before bed with AI. she started looking down at her baby sister. His second question gave her a start, Forgive me your highness but that is none of your business. She said firmly and glanced at her parents who stood behind them looking in shock and confusion, I am able to read and write in this language. She said then was silent for a moment longer thinking deeply, I enjoy reading when I find new scrolls, and swimming. I haven't had much time for fun. Kissa finished looking up at him.