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Thread: Tales of the Wolfriders (TheCorsair & SwordDippedInInk)

The sound of howling wolves echoed through the trees and beyond, drifting across the encampment of the People. Hunters gathered their spears at the sound while women gathered up their small children. Everyone gathered around the fires that burned at the center of the ring of skin huts, wary. Ordinary wolves were bad enough, although they were uninclined to trouble an entire encampment - in the late spring, at least, when hunting was good and the deer were growing fat. But the howling was not the howling of wolves alone. All of the People knew the sound they heard. It was the uncanny song of the Forest Demons, filling the night with dread. Gotara had gone into his cave in the far west to slumber until dawn, and the pale lights of Golura and Gomala were veiled. Once, Demon-Tricker had kept the Forest Demons at bay when the wives of Gotara hid their faces, but he was old now. The Forest Demons no longer feared him, him or the fires he had kindled when he was strong. Now they hunted the People, striking from the shadows of the Other World and retreating. The howling changed in pitch, and the People shivered. Would the Forest Demons come, this night? Would they brave the hunters and the fires of the People, and kill again? Songs of the Wolfriders Ayoooha, Moon-Eye! Redbird called, laughing as he dropped from a branch and caught it, hanging by his knees. He was a rosy-cheeked young elf, although that might have been caused by the blood rushing to his head, dressed in leathers dyed crimson and brown. His coppery braid swung like a pendulum, nearly brushing the ground. I heard your song first, silver-eye. Did you call this Howl? Moon-Eye turned his head slightly and regarded him from his peripheral vision. Listen more, he replied, and chatter less. Our Chief called us this night. With that he turned his attention back to the war club he was fastening, nible hands carefully shaping and sharpening the flint set into the oaken handle. He hasn't said why, not yet. Redbird watched the dark-clothed elf work for a moment, then let go from the tree. He dropped, catching himself on his hands and flipping into the air to land upright. Oooh, he grinned. A mystery. I do so love a mystery. Perhaps it has to do with my recent journey? Perching on a root next to Moon-Eye, he waited for the older elf to take the bait. Moon-Eye didn't, so he continued. Which reminds me... I was hoping you'd chip some arrowheads for me. Do it yourself, Moon-Eye grumbled. Strongbow taught you. But you're better at it, Redbird replied. And in exchange, well... He produced something from his pouch. I brought back the blackwater stone you like for your heads. More than I'd need just for myself. He grinned as Moon-Eye's silver gaze strayed back to him. And I'd hate to ruin it. So, if I give it to you, would you mind..? Sighing, the older elf held out his hand. Yes.
Thread: Tales of the Wolfriders (TheCorsair & SwordDippedInInk)

The night had been perfect for fishing as Fern and Rillfisher sat on the shore and admired their catch six large silver scales and one rather large brown bottom swimmer which Rillfisher was proud to have caught without the use of a net. The tribe will eat well tonight.Fern commented as she pulled her leathers back on. Still doesn't make up for the lost meat from the hunt a few nights back.The blonde female elf sent back with a mental sigh. Some food is better than none, right? Maybe we can try our hand at getting some more fish tomorrow.The auburn haired female suggested as two wolves slipped out of the shadows and approached the two elven females. If Mantricker will allow for it. As it is, he'll likely be unhappy that we've been this far and for this long.Rillfisher commented while mounting on the back of one of the shaggy canines. Ever since Moonglow...She trailed off only to fall silent when the air seemed to resonate with an unseen force that tugged at the two females to return back to the holt. I wonder what our chief wants, surely it isn't because of our fishing trip.Fern wondered silently, leaping on the back of the other wolf while grabbing one end of the net and her partner grabbing the other. Whatever it is, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.Rillfisher answered as they took leave of the river and returned to the holt. A healer's touch could only do so much--mend broken bones, knit wounds but nothing could be done for a broken heart as golden eyes peered out from the mouth of the den and to the gathering elves below. There'd been a time when she joined hunts and gone foraging with the others She'd never been particularly skilled at shooting like Strongbow was or even as fearless as Solstice seemed to be. But she'd been a good supporting member when bringing large prey down, certainly enjoyed it when she and her lifemate had gone out together and could savor the rewards of their kill. Climbing down slowly as though she were afraid to wake the Father Tree, Moonglow silently took a seat near her lifemate and simply watched as the younger Redbird worked hard to try and get some conversation started with him. If she didn't think it would be received poorly, she might have even chuckled out loud at the amount of effort the redhaired elf was putting in to get some arrowheads made for himself. If you sit closer to me, he'll probably leave you alone.She lock-sent to her lifemate, letting him know she was near him though she suspected he might have already been aware of that fact.
Thread: Tales of the Wolfriders (TheCorsair & SwordDippedInInk)

He's not bothering me, Moon-Eye answered, shifting a little to move closer to his lifemate. Not much, anyway. Well, no more than usual.. Moonglow's scent had been in his nostrils well before her sending had touched him, but it was pleasant to have her close again. He unwrapped the heavy leather-wrapped bundle, silver eyes going wide at the sight of the contents. A glossy, slick black stone nearly the size of four fists. Impressive, he said, glancing up at the fire-haired elf. I'll chip half of it into arrowheads for you. Done! Redbird agreed cheerfully. And a new skinning knife for you, Moonglow, he added. Blackwater stone makes an edge even sharper than troll-blades.. He reached out, twining his fingers with hers. And maybe some beads from the flakes. I think they'd look good woven into your hair. Blackwater stone? came a new voice. Where did you find that?. The speaker was a slender-built, fragike-appearing elf, dressed in a sleeveless vest of woven leather decorated with feathers and black-dyed breeches. His shaggy golden hair was cut shoulder-length, and his merry blue eyes were so pale they appeared nearly white. Moon-Eye gestured at Redbird with his thumb. He found it, Quickwind. Quickwind hopped lightly, perching on the span of root so recently vacated by Moon-Eye. Really? You've got to tell me about it!' Redbird preened, clearly enjoying the attention. Well, after I got Mantricker mad at me over that badger, I decided I should be gone from the Holt for a little while. So Sniffer and I headed towards the setting sun for a while... Moon-Eye shook his head, then slipped his arms around Moonglow and pulled her into an embrace. That should keep him out of my hair for a while... Tracker raced through the forest alongside his wolf-friend Lazybones. Normally he'd have ridden the Auburn wolf, but right now his back was being used to carry four fantails they'd caught. The large birds had been upwind, and made a welcome addition to the two hands of longears he carried over a cord over his shoulder. Not what he'd set out for, but the deer had been spooked by the recent human hunting party. He could have followed them, but it would be several days of riding. Mantricker would need to decide about that. Still, he thought with a smile, the four fantails had nearly as much meat as a young dear. Everyone could have a taste, at least. And he'd eaten one of the longears shortly before he'd heard the howling, so he didn't mind sharing the rest. Not long now, Lazybones! he assured his grumbling friend. Then you can have that nap you've been whining about!
Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

After giving him directions Grace leaned back on her bed and watched Richard leave. She sighed, before laying her head on the pillow. It wasnt until now that she realised just how tired she was. She thought about how easy it would be to just fall asleep.Richard would probably be fine. Probably. She groaned, frustrated that she couldnt convince herself that hed be okay. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat for a moment, thinking. She glanced over at the picture on her bedside table. She frowned. What? She said at the blonde woman in the photo. Im going arent I? And with that she stood and left the small bedroom. When Richard left the restrooms Grace was stood outside, leaning against the wall. Hey. So, theres one more place I need to show you today. Grace gestured for Richard to follow and led the way along the corridors. I know you say your fine but I recognise that look. Youre freaking out, which is kinda understandable. But I cant have you freaking out on me all the time, so theres someone I need you to meet. Grace explained as they approached a wooden door at the end of a corridor. She knocked lightly and a female voice called for them to enter. Grace paused before fixing Richard with a stern look. Try not to freak out. She gets offended easily. On the other side was a large office. The floor was wooden with a thick red carpet in the centre of the room. There were two sofas facing one another, a coffee table between them and a modern, glass desk off to the side. A woman sat on the edge of one of the sofas. Horns sprouted from among her dark hair and a tail swayed behind her. She wore a black pencil skirt that was far too short to be called professional and a white blouse that did little to hide the red lingerie underneath, the corset showing through the white material. Her pretty face was twisted into a frown as she scribbled in a note book, but when she looked up and saw Grace everything changed. Gracie! She cried out, standing and hurrying over to here. Her tail swished excitedly behind her. Have you come for another session? She asked as she approached, a wicked grin on her face. She pulled grace into a hug, her hand slipping down to deliver a playful slap to her ass, flashing Richard a cheeky grin. Actually, Im here to introduce Richard. Grace explained as the two of them disentangled. Hes new. Mmm, I can smell it on him. The woman said with a grin, inhaling deeply. Grace laughed. Richard this is Elsa Firedancer. Shes a succumbed and a therapist. Grace explained, placing a hand on Richards arm in what she hoped was a comforting manner. Her methods can be a bit unorthodox, but shes very good. If you want, I can leave you two alone if you want to discuss anything with her? Grace offered. Or I can stay and sit in on it? Your choice. Meanwhile Elsas tail continued to sway almost hypnotically as she eyed Richard up and down, a naughty gleam to her eye, while Grace prepared herself for if Richard did indeed freak out.
Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

While he didn't say a single word to Grace, when she gave him so many, he wasn't just a stone cold gargoyle behind the stall door, as his frame would depict, for his mind churned like a raving storm. Her words inspired him to ask himself questions that he'd want answered rather then thoughts of the past and fleeing. This caused a slow chain reaction that caused more questions to form, pathways of possible answers and reason burst forth and the storm eventually calmed down because he could now start to decently reason for his situation. By now, forty-five minutes had passed since Grace left him there, but now he could resume himself, proven by his rise up onto his feet, leaving the tiled floor to yet again be trampled upon by his boots and not sat upon by his butt. He closed the lid and flushed the evidence of his panic away. He exited his stall when no one was there, cleaned himself up by the sinks, splashing his face with some cold water and dried it off with some paper towels he then threw in the trash bins in a corner of the bathroom. Taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror above the sink, he'd eventually frown before sighing softly, looking dejectedly down into the sink. Reluctantly, even intimidated by the thought, he knew that he needed to go back and apologize for his behavior towards Elsa. He figured she probably understood what was happening with him, but yet he didn't want to leave it at that and forced himself to start moving towards where he'd fled from. If this was to be his life he figured he'd better start getting used to it sooner rather then later, for if he didn't, then he might loose his life a lot sooner then he'd like. Taking a quick glance over his clothing, he righted some wrongs, smoothed some creases, before he slipped out of the bathroom into the corridors again. Slowly making his way back to the doors of Elsa's office. He stood in front of them for a while, staring the solid craftsmanship down, before forcefully raising his right fist to knock a couple of times before dropping his hand to his side again. His knocks were somewhat light, but not silent. The flight portion of his fight or flight instinct still working against him. It's Richard, the fool who stormed out of here not so long ago. I wanted to apologize for that and for not properly introducing myself. he spoke softly, not knowing if she could hear him or not, but he gave no pause before he continued I could use a chat too if you got the time? his voice trailed off into a question He paused as he were for a few moments, awaiting an answer, if any would even come. Elsa might be busy, she might be offended by his previous actions, he simply didn't know. If he was out of luck, then he'd go on a solo adventure scouting his local surroundings before heading back to his new quarters, likely to crash in bed and write off some sleep from the immediate todo list.
Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

Elsa was sat at her desk, feet up and day dreaming. Shed seen a few agents since Grace left and had filled out a few reports. But since her encounter with Richard, her mind had been occupied. She was thinking about the first time she crossed over to the mortal realm. It had been entirely accidental. A miscalculated spell had ripped open a portal and threw her out in Times Square, completely naked. Luckily she had managed to dart into an alley and hide. Everything had been so big and scary, bright lights, cars and so many people all in one place. Luckily for Elsa, human males were very influenceable. Especially when she took the form of a beautiful young woman. She took a different form, making her horns, wings and tail to disappear. After she bounced around using her powers and sex to get what she needed, until finally the agency found and recruited her. The demoness was pulled from her reverie by the knocking at the door, followed by Richards voice. Come in! Elsa called out, standing and moving towards the door. Her tail swished excitedly as she smiled at Richard. Ive got all the time in the world. The succubus explained, guiding Richard in towards one of the sofas. As she led the way, her hand brushed his shoulder snd she sent soothing, calming sensations toward him. As she did she could feel his anxiousness, his fight or flight response at work despite the brave face he was putting on. The demoness did her best to calm Im without being to invasive at this point. She gestured for him to sit on the sofa before moving to sit on the one opposite. Her short skirt rode up slightly as she sat and crossed her legs, showing off a tantalising amount of her thighs. Apology accepted . Elsa said with a friendly smile. I understand youre very overwhelmed and have been dropped into a very confusing world. I was the same the first time I came to your human world. It was all so big and terrifying, so I kinda get it . She smiled sympathetically. If it would help, I can take on a different form and appear more human? She offered, watching closely for any sign that he was about to freak out, anticipating the dozens of questions he no doubt had. Shed heard all sorts before. So youre a demon? Wait, you have sex with everyone here? What the fuck are you? To name bust a few, and even ones as brazen as we gonna fuck then? At this point people stopped surprising her and she doubted Richard would either.
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Thread: Away to Reyvar (BloodRedRomeo and Sophistry)

Bull looked out across the the vast city that laid before him. He had his companion had just arrived at the hill overlooking Reyvar, a sprawling city of trade. Countless people lived there, with more coming and leaving every day. It was a great place to come and making a living it whatever trade you may desire. Or in the case of the two siblings, it was a place to hide. All beings had two components that determined their worth to the eyes of those in charge power and soul. Power was someone's capacity for magic. More power meant they could use more powerful spells and could cast more of them. Soul had little effect on the person with it, but was a key factor in the power of one's children. As such, even peasants with high soul could find themselves being married into the powerful mage families. Bull had been born to one such family. His power was shockingly low, on the level of a peasant. But his Soul, it was something else. Describing it as high would be like calling the ocean wet or an inferno as warm. While they were technically true, they failed to grasp the true magnitude of the object being discussed. Any child he had would be among the most powerful mages ever born. His family, deciding it would be best to use him as a breeding slave, having him mate with family members to produce a legion of powerful children, securing total power for the family. Bull was kept locked away for years as a dark secret, never even given a proper name, as they waited for his Soul to mature. It had been his sister, Ava, who saved him. She had always been his only friend, the only one who cared more about the person than the soul. So when his soul had finally matured and she learned of what they planned, she made a daring escape. Together, the two ran. It had been weeks of evading guards and sticking to side roads. But now they were there, ready to hide until they had another move. While he may have been named for his breeding potential, he did resemble a wild animal. He was tall and naturally big, combined with the muscle he had gained from all the forced training his family made him do to keep him healthy. His hair was long and wild, due to rarely getting a proper haircut. He looked like a wild man more than a noble. But here he was, ready to finally do what he had never been allowed to do before live.
Thread: Away to Reyvar (BloodRedRomeo and Sophistry)

Ava loved her brother. There had been a time she hadn't even know he existed, when she was young and did what she was told and didn't ask questions. When her parents had high hopes for their youngest daughter. Eventually as a young child Ava got curious, bored with her studies and assigned playmates. She started to wander and inquire and snoop. That was how she had met her brother, how everything had changed. Despite never meeting him she liked to think they had a connection the moment they did. Maybe she just liked stories to much, to prove this point she left their first meeting thinking she had met her 'true-love'. It was only later she learned the truth about him, about her family. That when she started to slowly become a disappointment, not longer holding the passion to show dedication to her work she remained only average, just like the level of her soul, and for the family that meant dismal. The years passed and soon the quiet days of stealing away time with her brother, though it was hard to picture him as such, had to feel about him as such went away and curious Ava learned more than she wanted to know. What they planned to do to him. So she left, and she too her brother with her. Ava had never been happier. Standing here looking over Reyvar she was quiet, yet her insides buzzed, they would start a new life here. A proper one. Looking up at Bull she smiled brightly. He had grown so large over the years and she had stayed rather small, delicate. Dressed in a simple brown frock, unassuming. Was it surprising she had a time thinking of them as siblings. Are you excited? She chirped. What sort of people do you think we'll meet? Where will we live? Do you think I could get work in a hat shop, I always thought working in on might be fun?