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Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

It was difficult for Desiree to get comfortable enough to sleep. The hurt and betrayal that tore through her, the love she had felt for Vas turning into hatred. Not all of it though. Not even enough for her to take solace in the thought of his death. She should want him dead, want him to suffer, to beg for mercy. But in the end, all she wanted was for him to take her back. Still, she rested on the dingy mattress, trying to calm herself. She would cry silently for a time, before recovering, her sorrow becoming a dull dissatisfaction as his absence grew more concrete. At least she wouldnt have to be a whore forever. Her father would be furious with all she had done and disobeyed, but he would find others to take his anger out on. Probably Vas, when all this caught up to him. A pained scream from the other room got her attention. Something had happened to Marrek, and she was terrified it wouold happen to her next. Cautious, she approached, gasping at the scene playing out before her. An enraged Vas, beating Marrek so viciously his face would never be recognizable again. He was screaming at the man, ensuring him that he would never touch her again. Desiree froze. What else could she do? She couldnt stop Vas, and really, she didnt want to. He came back, for her. She knew he would never betray her! Whatever he had done, surely he had a good reason for it. After beating the man for several minutes, until the body stopped responding, Vas relented, reluctantly meeting Desirees eyes. There was shame in his expression, but Desiree didnt care. She threw herself against him, sobbing fresh tears into his bloodstained shirt. I know you would come back for me. I knew you loved me.
Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Lukewarm blood drizzled in excess, smothering cracks in the skin from the maniacal surge of emotion. It brought along an inspiration for this animalistic thrashing he delivered to the degenerate exploiting the vulnerability they suffered through amidst the accident. Lost in the primal atmosphere that relished this brutality, meeting the gaze of the one he betrayed left him flooded with immeasurable guilt. A brief moment had time freeze abruptly, tensions high with barely a breather uttered through his lungs. It felt rapacious to yearn for her touch, embracing him lovely despite the momentarily weakness that was capitalized on. Scrutiny plagued the hardened mercenary, hesitant to envelop her in a hug. I'm sorry, he expressed almost endearingly with bloody hands clamping onto her figure tenderly. I'm sorry, thoughts lingering in hundreds of scenarios where he failed her, sullied her worth for some armaments and self preservation insisting on control versus the potential defiance of emotions which long ago foretold the hardships of the job. I'm sorry, realizing with all his fiber he shattered this illusion of a gallant warrior of the outdoors, relinquishing the purity of their relation at the first affront towards paradise. He collapsed kneeling, aghast with no visible gaze into her eyes while she sobbed with a distressing mantra of guilt flooding him.
Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Desiree cried for a while, as Vas held her, felt his shudder in collective angst, and she knew he would never hurt her again. Whatever had overcome him the first time, whether it was the shame of having let her be sullied once, or sheer opportunity, it didnt matter. It was behind them, beyond them. He had a lifetime to make it up to her. Shh, she insisted, running fingers through his hair. She pulled his face to hers, engulfing his lips in a needy kiss that was full of longing and forgiveness. Her arms tighten around his neck, the thought of ever letting go tightening like a vice over her heart. You can back to me, She reminded him, reminded herself, taking another kiss to wash away the bitter taste of betrayal. You came back for me. Take care of the body, Ill pull up some water for both of us, Desiree instructed, placing once last kiss upon his lips. She hesitated a moment before pulling away from the embrace, briefly scared he would be gone again if she let him out of her sights. But she pushed down the fear, and forced a smile, before making her way to the well to bring up some water. It was night, but the air was still warm, pleasantly so, and the cool water felt good as it splashed against her thighs as she walked. Returning with some water, she managed to locate a rag that was clean enough to wash with and she began cleaning the blood form his hands and arms.
Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Just as the longing behind his guilt became unbearable, Desiree's benevolent lips severed the heartbreaking mantra of despair which slowly dissolved some level of self-loathing inflicting torment onto his soul. Velvety palms fixated their faces barely an inch apart, tears plotting for release through his strong visage constructed during his time battling the elements. Like that she ensnared his heart, a downpour of tears leaking amidst the forgiving gesture between lips. Starving off affections from belief he wasn't worthy, only briefly holding her though shaking from discomfort the moment adrenaline relinquished its revenge on the scavenger. Parting their lips, the task ahead warranted no instruction, realizing a carcass would do them no good. Her reluctant rebellion after the kiss leaked of insecurities, forever branding a level of trauma he never mend regardless of his methods. A ghastly sight, he lugged the body outside, stripping it for contents within before leaving him bare. Hacking the body in multiple pieces took some effort, winded breaths escaping during this burdensome task. Blood sprayed, even some of his filth transferred onto Vas at the gruesome scene of dismemberment. Burial was more than he deserved, shunning that backbreaking exercise from his rickety grip onto the bloody machete. Finalizing things, Vas Xenos discarded his limbs and torso into oil drums, shutting them far away from either of them. Kneeling near the shack where this vulture loomed over this deserted scrapyard, lonesome gazes occasionally linked up to Desiree. Cleansing the blood couldn't cleanse the filth harboring passed anything physical. Muttering a soft sentence scarcely heard, even the mercenary couldn't bring himself to converse in his disturbed state. Sanctorium will protect you, I won't let myself hurt you anymore.
Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Sanctorium? She whispered as he suggested it. No. I cant go back. I wont go back. You made a mistake Vas, but you came back for me. We have to move forward. There is no other choice, Desiree insisted, kissing him again, the tender embrace deepening as she need flood through her. Sighing and moaning into his mouth, she pressed her body against him, soft against hard, but the desperate longing was the same. Hold me. She gasped as their lips parted, burying her head in his chest. Another kiss, quick and moist, breaking the seal of their lips with a wet plop. Hold me tonight, dont ever let me go again. She lead Vas back inside, and made up the dead mans bed for them. It wasnt the silken sheets and firm mattress they had shared when he was still her bodyguard, but it didnt matter. All that mattered was that it was him, and that he was there, and that they loved each other. She changed into a loose top, her full breasts free of her bra, and perky nipples poking out of the thin material, and cheeky panties, that hugged the firm globes of her ass. She settled into bed next to him, kissing him, tangling her leg with his under the covers. She wasnt sure she was up for anything else this evening, but she knew she needed Vas, no matter what.
Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Her contempt in the name of love miffed the bullet for hired, striving to keep her safe from the gritty elements that only corroded one's morals overtime, foreseeing death or complete corruption of a woman whom he only saw as a beacon of life among all the nihilism of the environment. Instincts bore from excessive self preservation crept up and polluted the purity of their relationship, her afflictive lips taunting him over her forgiveness over his opportunist reflex. Hold me He complied with damaged hands, gritting the pain as Vas ironically saw this fitting for punishment for even potential affection would be met with agony regardless of his pain threshold. Moving forward as she proposed was easier without the threat of danger to her well being, despite the berating he deserved followed the lovely angel of the wastes to the dwellings of Marrek. Alluring clothing full emphasized her divine curves, constriction within his pants growing amidst the self loathing suffocating, torturing him for positive thoughts of a better time. In a personal embrace he rubbed against her by accident, pressed on her ass accidentally while accepting her kisses with only minimal response to display he did not find her unappealing, instead more hesitance on his behalf. He firmly grappled her into a hug, abiding by her eagerness to keep themselves inseparable. ............ I don't know if I will ever forgive myself, but know I will do my best to repay you.
Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

It wasnt long then for Desiree to fall asleep, after the stress of the day, finally returning to the warmth and comfort of Vas arms. It all weighed on her, to the point her eyelids felt heavy and consciousness a burden. Dreams didnt get in the way of a few hours rest, but a true nights sleep would remain elusive. So she woke earlier the next morning, happy that Vas was still there, still holding her as she had asked the night before. He hadnt tried anything with her, despite the erect she felt pressed into her ass. Guilt she assumed. It was probably a good thing, She didnt want to have sex again, not after Marrek had used her, and Vas let it happen, but she wasnt sure she had the heart to say no to Vas. And worse, what if he didnt take no? After the grief he displayed at betraying her, she wasnt sure she had to worry about that, but the fact remained that he did betray her in the first place. Perhaps the man she loved was capable for more than she could have imagined. So they loaded up the car, pilfering what they could from Marreks shop. Several weapons and boxes of ammo, which was quite valuable currency here in the wastes. Despite what it had done to their relationship, they made out quite well from the scavenger. She could only hope there wouldnt be anymore obstacles between them and their new beginning in the civilized lands.
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Thread: LF Adventure/Romance Rps With Males/Maybe Females (yay for my new dom girl)

RE LF AdventureRomance Rps With Males You could call this a bump I guess, but I just wanted all of you to know that I added Magdalena to the list. I probably won't update this again for a couple of days or I might update it tomorrow, who knows?
Thread: LF Adventure/Romance Rps With Males/Maybe Females (yay for my new dom girl)

RE LF AdventureRomance Rps With Males Updated the list with the crazy dominantsadistic Mariya. Good luck with that girl.
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You could call this a bump. But I just wanted to say I forgot that Mariya does femalexfemale rps too.
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Thread: LF Adventure/Romance Rps With Males/Maybe Females (yay for my new dom girl)

Mm, I have to say, I like what you've got set up here. ' v ' b You seem to be putting a lot of things together and like making a continuous setting. It's pretty awesome and I've gotta give you serious credit.
Thread: LF Adventure/Romance Rps With Males/Maybe Females (yay for my new dom girl)

OKAY SO I ADDED APPLE AND BLODWEN WITH A SPECIFIC PLOT IN MIND Spooktificate said Mm, I have to say, I like what you've got set up here. ' v ' b You seem to be putting a lot of things together and like making a continuous setting. It's pretty awesome and I've gotta give you serious credit. Click to expand... Ah, thank you so much 3 I like to think my characters are all connected and have story arcs and thus they are constantly developing and such so I love rping them to get a better understanding of my precious babies uwu
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Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

Once upon a time, in a castle of dark repute, a long and thoughtful shadow rested in a throne of stone. Before it was a large spherical crystal supported by black, wooden claws. The shadow lifted a long, slender hand to rub entwining circles with the tips of its fingers in the air near the crystal ball. The crystal sprang to life, bathing the shadow in a luminous green that glinted in the yellow, slitted eyes. What was once a shapleless figure became a woman of sharp features, wound in heavy black velvet cloak and satin robes beneath. The robes themselves, which were frayed at the sleeves from hand-working, were accented with royal purple. Upon her head was a leather cowl with a widow's peak point that divided her face into a rather pleasant heart-shape. The cowl's leather stripping wound it's way up into two points, like horns or the pointed ears of a bat. The whole thing closed around the back, guarding silver-touched raven locks that no mortal had seen in what was apt to be several decades. Her thin eyebrows knit in concentration as she studied the new shapes growing to life in the inner crystal shapes obscured by heavy green mist. She saw a man... a young man of sleek frame... She saw him do something very peculiar, though after giving it a little thought, she knew precisely what it meant. She saw him... pull a sword from an enormous flat rock. And it was then, she knew, she would finally have her King.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

The boy who would be king, or rather the teenager that would be king, certainly did not have the appearance one would imagine. Some would call him handsome with his fair and unblemished complexion, overlaid on a trim body that had no unneeded fat. But ultimately the willowy young blond was a peasant, and that alone was enough to keep most everyone else away from anything close to power. Still the young man unflatteringly known as 'Wart' had his own dreams. He longed to e a knight and thus had found himself becoming a squire, and with his diligence and natural talent it seemed unquestionable that he had knightly potential... If only the man he was squiring for wasn't a total dillhole just on the lookout for cheap labour. But Wart was determined anyway. And so he found himself, dressed in a silky red coat and a golden scarf, mending horseshoes in the chill of the old stables. He'd taken up a seat on the hay, grumbling as he examined the steel material through the few glimmers of light shining in through the old windows of the place. Every day with this... I'm not a bloody stablehand, I'm a squire... he murmured in mounting vexation.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

With a swirl of black feathers and loose hay, a very large crow who'd been sitting in the rafters, swept down and plucked the horseshoe the boy had been mending and swept it out from the stables. Although the horseshoe was quite heavy, the crow flew with it caught up in it's talons, keeping low to the ground, perhaps five or six feet in the air. It flew in odd circles like a thing possessed, occasionally slipping back through the wide door meant for horses, only to turn on a dime and fly into the open again.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

What the- The huge black bird had swept the shoe out of his hand in a flash and took off with it, the sight enough to make the blond growl in furstration. A lazier man might have let bygones be bygones, but Wart knew he couldn't risk that. He had his ambitions to strive for, and in addition he knew that his knight wouldn't take a lost horseshoe all that well. Had a minor temper like that. He jumped sharply to his feet and landed neatly on the hay. Get back here you bloody stupid bird! he called, racing out of the stables after the broad-winged bird. He gained quite a pace in his motions, following the airborne beast through the cramped and winding streets of the stony city, heedless of the icy chill in the air. He never lost sight of the bird, even as he was ducking and weaving past the various other peasants on the streets.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

The bird swept through the city and out into the forest, where it slowed it's pace to a nearly idle flap. Every so often, it turned it's beak to the boy, seeming to ensure that he still followed. The crow let out a few kaws that rang through the dark forest. Finally, it came to rest on a low, gnarled branch of a tree, where he waited for the boy to approach. A green glow bathed the tree and seemed to pulse through it like a viable heart beat. A glittering point of green flame, the same hue as the light enveloping the tree, appeared at it's trunk and pulsed along with it. The pinpoint grew and grew until it was a column of flame. A stately woman in black robes emerged from the column, and it vanished. She was very tall, perhaps a head taller than the average man of the age. Her skin held an odd resda-green hugh, like fresh grape leaves. Her features were sharp and well defined, and she wore the most peculiar headdress. Her lips, which were rouged into a burgundy hue, curled into a knowing smile. The crow very intentionally dropped the horseshoe into her waiting hand. She toyed with it in her slender fingers and held it out to the lad. Were you missing this, my dear boy? Her voice was a melodious contralto of perfect diction.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

Even as the bird flew from the confines of the old city and into the outer reaches of snowy woodland, the young blond did not tarry in his pursuit. Nay, if anything he put even more pep in his step and worked to keep pace. Even as sweat beaded Wart's brow and his huffing breaths became white misty clouds, he did not allow the bird to ever slip too far out of sight. However what happened next seemed to stimy his pursuit. The teen skidded to a halt, left looking up at an imposing yet darkly beautiful woman. Even the horns of her helm did not really detract from how good she looked. Ah... yes, I... that bird stole it from me. I should... probably get it back to the stables before anyone knows that it's gone missing. Something about this was... worrying. Dark women in forests rarely entailed good things...
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

Of course. We wouldn't wish to worry your masters of its safe return, would we? She offered the horeshoe to the young man on the tips of her fingers, letting it swing a little as she did. You surely must cherish your lot as a stable boy to have followed my lofty pet so far from your keep. She bent slightly at the waist in the mockery of a bow. I admire your commitment to those beasts of burden. Something in her tone implied that she was not speaking of horses.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

Whoever this woman was, it was enough to give him some worried vibes as he reached to take the horseshoe from her grasp. Once he had it he felt some ease, as he could at least run back the way he came with the shoe in hand, but something about this other figure was oddly... enthralling. As if he felt compelled to hang around and here just what it was the darkly beautiful woman had to say. I'm Arthur, he began But most people just call me 'Wart.' And I'm not a stableboy, I'm a squire, he corrected. But yes, sometimes it feels like there isn't much of a difference. Not that this was enough to dissuade the blond from this path in life. He wanted to be a knight, sorely so, because it was his best shot at clawing upward in the world.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

A Squire? She uttered, pretending that she never knew. I see. T'is a pity to waste the burning flames of ambition shooing flies from horses. She seemed to ponder the prospect, though this was all part of the script she'd established, the bait she would lay. But perhaps you could be more. She left the phrase to dangle, to entice him completely.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

Arthur grumbled in a faint frustration. Don't remind me, he replied, giving a brief sigh. He knew well enough that he was wasting a lot of his time on simple menial labour that wouldn't benefit him, but in the end he felt that it was his only option. Couldn't find any other knights to serve under at this stage, even if he were to spend the time seeking them out. And work elsewhere wasn't too easy to find. However the mysterious woman's remark did intrigue him a bit. What do you mean? Arthur asked. He was interested but not wholly hooked. I don't much know if I'm looking to become a witch's familiar.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

The woman's lips curled into a mischievous grin for just a moment, before it softened again into an inviting smile. As much as I would adore your familiarity, I think perhaps you are more suited to the role of King. Wouldn't you agree? She knew he would not at first. She knew he would protest, as she had already seen some of what could happen. However, if the seed were planted, and tended just so, it would flower into a lordly tree.
Thread: A King Foretold  (Applepoisoneer- MellowYellow)

Pff... what? Arthur said, giving her an incredulous look at the mere suggestion. The land had been kingless for some time, a place in turmoil as they waited for an answer to the only true test of regality- whether or not someone could pluck fabled Excalibur from its moorings. Me, a king? Come on now. I'm just... me. I could hardly wear a crown, he replied, folding his arms over his slim chest.