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Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Originally the lack of exits was a good thing. It meant that in an emergency she would have fewer entrances to pay attention to. It would be much harder for a town guard or angry buyer to take her by surprise. Of course she had never expected to stumble upon someone who dealt with the dead. People were one thing. Spirits were another, and they were something she couldnt even begin to hope to understand. When she heard the window slam shut she turned around the doorway only to see a sort of black smoke slithering toward her. She pulled back on the string of her bow, considering shooting when she saw movement toward the front of her home. Another black shadowy beast was slipping inside. It disappeared, but not before she caught a glimpse of the wretched things face. Her grip on her bow lessened as the figures disappeared into the shadows. The dark had been her friend, but she very quickly stepped out of her previous haven, wanting to distance herself from whatever those beings were. Was it possible to feel limp and tense all at once. Because that was how she felt. Her flight or fight reaction was leaning toward flight, but she doubted she could get far at all at this point. Her breathing was heavy now, and her bow, while still notched with an arrow, hung loosely, aimed at the floor. Hearing her doorcrack she turned her back on the beings to look at her door. Normally she would not be so foolish, but she wasnt even sure how to defend herself at this point. All her usual techniques felt worthless. The elf watched helplessly as the door began to decay. For the first time in a very long while she almost wanted to cry. To curl up and pretend what was happening was not real. It all felt like a nightmare anyways. Perhaps if she moved quickly enough she could still save herself. Forcing down the lump in her throat and ignoring the sinking in her stomach she lifted her bow, ready to kill. If she did that perhaps his spirits would leave. However as soon as she did she felt the air grow cold around her again, and she knew one of the shadowy figures was coming upon her, probably due to her threatening his master. Gritting her teeth she dropped the arrow and grabbed her dagger, attempting to slash at the form, though she was almost certain it would do her more harm than good. Even as scared as she was if he killed her Aria intended to go down fighting.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Samuel clenched his jaw. The woman had said something to him in elvish, and he'd only caught one word, and it wasn't a very nice one. He stood, and stepped back from her, taking a more comfortable seat on the stairs across from her. The circle, the stone, the runes had been cleared away, there was no room for both it and her in the cramped cellar. He pointed at the empty place on the floor. Where is it? It wasn't in your house, and it wasn't in that special little chest of yours with the other things. I know it's still in the city, though. He could have killed her. In the long run, it would have been easier. Slit her throat, bleed her dry, then raise her up. All her secrets, her will, it would have been his to command. Maybe. In truth, it wasn't that simple. There was never a guarantee that the mind would survive death, and even if it did, it might just be an impression, the person's general temperament, their last moments, a powerful memory. And then there was the danger posed to Samuel himself. As a necromancer, he was more in tune with death than others. Causing it, killing someone... it could taint his mind, make him addicted to it. That was why so many necromancers turned out so bad, why so many followed a path of violence and death, driven mad by their own power. Samuel had a strong, disciplined mind, and he knew that. But he also knew, overconfidence could be his downfall. He wasn't willing to take the risk, not yet. He couldn't let her know that, though. Samuel pointed the staff at the girl, resting the end of it just under her chin, raising her head up a tad with it. Answer me. This is the last time I ask nicely.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

As he moved back her gaze stayed steady, watching him carefully for any signs of violence. Her eyes followed his and she stared at the empty space on the floor. Aria closed her eyes for a moment when he asked where the urn was. He had been through her things. She had to wonder what state her house had been left in. She probably wouldnt return and the idea of all her things being looted made her sad. Especially her bow and dagger. They were the only things she had really kept of her old life. The bow was crafted with wood from the forests of her home and was carved delicately. Her heart ached for it at this moment. For the comfort it brought. She was drawn out of her thoughts when she felt his staff on her chin. Opening her eyes again she mustered a smirk. This was the last time he was going to be nice? Because this has all been so pleasant and cordial thus far? Ruining my door, having your spirits attack me in my home, dragging me back to this place The elf moved her chin away from his staff, grimacing at it and him. Aria and every other thief knew that it was best not to burn contacts, especially ones that were buyers. She didnt want to ruin her reputation. Plus this man didnt exactly scream trustworthy to her. He would probably kill her buyer and her, then take the urn and do something nefarious with it. I dont make it a habit to sell out my buyers, she stated, leaning back against the beam now, bracing herself for what was to come from him. He wouldn't be pleased with her response. If I told every desperate bloke who I pawned his things to I wouldnt have anyone left buyingnot that I usually find myself caught. I generally make it a habit to avoid that.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Samuel's silver-tinged eyebrows went up. So, he said, standing, the knuckles on his right hand white as he tightly gripped his staff, You've already sold it. He wasn't sure if that was better, or worse. Probably worse. It meant one more person to go through to get the Urn back. It meant someone else in the city knew he was a necromancer. And if the buyer had selected him, if they had told this thief to hit his house in particular, that meant Samuel had less time to act than previously thought. If he had any qualms or reservations about torture, they were quickly evaporating. The urgency of the matter was not the only thing driving his rage, this woman, this bitch's aloof attitude towards him was grinding at Samuel's nerves. She had robbed him, she had started this mess, and she had brought this on herself. And yet the thief still looked at Samuel like he was something she'd found on the bottom of her boot. Furious, he grabbed her by the collar with one hand and wrenched back, ripping her tunic open, baring her chest. With the other, he jammed the butt of his staff, hard, into her stomach, just below her rib cage. It would hurt. But Samuel was not done. Belm Saa! The Under Tongue of the dead, words like spoken vitriol, burned his lips as he spake them. Undeath leaked from the staff, into the girl, mixing with her own life energy to hateful effect. The flesh around the staff convulsed and turned grey, thick black veins wormed and ripped through the skin. Give me their name! Who are they? Who did you give my Urn to? Samuel roared, before pulling the staff away. The blight faded away, leaving but a small, pale, bloodless circle on her flesh. The utter cold, and the pain to her soul, would linger.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

She hadnt actually told her buyer where she got the urn. In fact she rarely told anyone the houses she hit unless it would benefit her. If Aria ever wanted to return and thieve a place twice she didnt want to have competition. Even if she rarely returned to places it was better to not reveal things. At least for her. Now she was kind of wishing she had told someone. Then they might have known where to look for her body. She supposed in the long run it didnt matter. Perhaps she shouldnt have let him known she sold it. That information seemed to anger him more than her lack of cooperation. Amber eyes followed him as he moved toward her, and as he grabbed for her collar she frowned. Her bare chest hardly concerned her. Not when he had his staff in hand. The pain from the jab to her stomach made her gasp, but what he did next was really the kicker. The woman gritted her teeth, trying to stifle her pain, but she lost. The feeling was too potent and too new. Nothing like the bite of a knife or the throb of a punch. Hell, getting shot in her shoulder was favorable to this. Spreading out from her stomach she felt cold and almost numbnot numb. It really did feel like death, like nothing. But with that came an even greater pain when whatever force kept her living collided with his magic. Aria cried out, struggling against her bonds despite how futile the effort. She barely even heard his questions. When he took the staff away she was left shaking. Now she felt truly vulnerable. Every bit of her body was screaming at her to escape, and her muscles strained against the ropes. Now she was more aware of the fact that her body was on display, but he didnt seem interested. His eyes were not greedy, not in that sense. And that was the smallest of comforts. Even still she didnt like it. Besides the obvious draw her tattoos and scars were visible as well, and those had always felt personal too. Above her right breast was a geometric design in brown ink. It looked older than the others, and also more a part of her, less striking than the blank ink that ran up the left side of her torso and stopped just below her chest. The brown ink was a remnant of her home, markings meant to improve her skills as a hunter, and the black tattoo was newer, the swirling design meant to help her as a thief some good that was doing her now. And then there were her scars, a few cuts and scrapes on her stomach and sides, as well as a shoulder wound on the left where she had been hit by an arrow in her youth. Her eyes moved up to meet his, this time looking more fearful than before. I dont help men with bones in their cellar and urns full of misery, she said, but after she did so she winced, wishing she had said something cleverer. Aria should have said something that would keep his staff away from her a bit longer, but her mind was muddled with pain and fear.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Oh you don't, do you? Samuel leaned in close, grasping the thief by the neck with his free hand, forcing her to look into his pale, ice-grey eyes. She was already meeting his gaze, he wanted to ensure she kept doing so. Remember, dear, of what I am. You think I can't sense the death on you? You reek of it. You're drenched in it! You're up to your neck in blood! Impertinent bitch. He let go of her neck, gave her another swift slap across the face, and stood up. She was lucky he wasn't using the back of his hand. Then again, she was in this situation, so perhaps not so lucky. Don't you dare take that tone with me again. You think you're better than me? People like you fill graveyards for me. You sow the seeds of my harvest. For once, a brief smile crossed his lips, but it was sour, full of hate. He was beginning to despise her, almost as much as she despised him. You and yours have helped me plenty. And you'll help me again. You just need the proper motivation. As he spoke, Samuel reached out with the tip of his staff, idly tracing a circle around the girl's right nipple. She'd reacted badly to the first strike. It'd be worse in a more sensitive place. He looked up at her face, seeing her fear, her pain, and felt a twinge of guilt. This wasn't him. This wasn't who he wanted to be. And for all she'd done, this thief probably didn't deserve this. Samuel looked away, staring fiercely at her chest, his mouth drawn thin and tight. Who did you sell the Urn to? He said, emphasizing each word, before uttering the incantation again. More vile, shrieking power shot down the staff, into her, the muscle beneath her breast seizing up as if reacting to a jolt of electricity.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Her frown deepened when he grabbed her by the neck, but her gaze didnt waver. It wasnt the first time she had had an angry maen to close for comfortbut it might be her last. That was a bitter thought, but it didnt make her any less brave. It only made her grimace more, staring into his eyes. Gray, like the rest of him. Death had marked his body just as much as it had marked hers. He was rightabout the death anyways. She certainly wasnt righteous, and she couldnt play the innocent victim. However she had come to terms with that long ago. It had been either this or starve, and while she enjoyed her work more, it was because it was what she was good at. And she thrived on success. So while his words were true in a sense anger flared up inside her. He viewed her as lesser, but he was the one with the choice. And he chose death. He chose a dank cellar. This man was just as far into the muck of the world as she was as far as she was concerned. The woman flinched when she felt the staff on her breast, keenly aware of its position even as her eyes stayed trained on him. At least until he spoke the incantation again. The feeling hit her harder than before and the woman struggled violently against her bonds, ignoring the pain in her wrists as she did so. Tears sprung to her eyes this time, and Aria let out a cry of pain, not even trying to mask it this time. After a few moments her eyes returned to his as best as they could and she shook her head. Why? she asked, but then she noticed his eyes were avoiding hers, staring at her chest. In frustration and desperation she kicked out at him, though in her kneeling position it looked rather pathetic and even if she did hit him the kick would be weak. So you can do more of this, hurt more people? It was clear she was struggling to speak, and her last words were spit out after another scream. Death allows me to survive.you thrive off of it.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Her kick was wild, and from her position, she couldn't get much strength behind it. However, the move, while not hurting Samuel, still knocked him off-balance, and he fell back from his crouch onto his ass. Furious, he stood, threw down his staff and ripped off his coat, then lunged at the girl. He grabbed her leg, forced it back under her, and with a struggle, pulled her breeches down around her ankles. She wouldn't be able to kick at him again unless she did so with both legs, a move so awkward, the girl would just end up sitting on her ass. After stepping back and retrieving his staff again, Samuel saw, in the struggle, he'd yanked her underwear down as well. They were now bundled down by her ankles with her pants. Surprised, part by her total exposure, part by his own brutality, Samuel paused, staring down at her, his jaw clenched tight. For a moment, he just stood there, his glancing back and forth between her face, and her uncovered nethers. She'd yet to give him the information he needed. He'd have to blight her again, someplace even more sensitive. He could only think of one place. Slowly, decisively, he moved towards her, kneeling down in front of her. Again he knelt before her and took hold of her neck. The tip of the staff was gradually moved upwards until it touched the lips of her pussy, parted them, and pressed against her clit. This was done gradually, with obvious intent, so the thief would clearly know where he was going with this. Samuel opened his mouth to utter the incantation right then and there, but the words caught in his throat. This was monstrous, utterly and totally abhorrent. It didn't matter what she'd done, or what she deserved, he shouldn't be doing this. But he could see no other option. The hand holding the staff shook violently, before Samuel could regain control of his nerves. You haven't answered my question. He whispered quietly. Internally, he was screaming, praying. Tell me. Please, just tell me. Don't make me keep hurting you. Samuel closed his eyes, took a deep breath. He was delaying. I-I wasn't finished with it. I was going to use it to explore the underworld, try and see how far past the first Gate I could go, you need a subtle power source like despair for that. But right now its unstable, and if the bonds deteriorate while It's still in the city... There's enough power in there to obliterate the entire fortress, and blight the rest of the Montoumala for the next hundred years. And I don't know how long till the bonds break. It could be a day, it could be hours. It could already be too late. Please, for the first time, he didn't sound angry. He just sounded desperate, and scared. For the gods sakes, just tell me who has it. The end of the staff was still tightly pressed against her clit. He would visit that horror and pain upon her if he had to, even if it meant losing himself.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Aria looked surprised when the pain stopped. He had fallensomething she had not expected to happen. A sort of hazy smile spread across her features, but then he collected himself and collided with her. For someone as lanky as him she hadnt expected him to be all that strong, but then again he did have the upper hand. And she currently had none. She screamed and cried and kicked, but he won in the end, yanking down her pants to keep her from moving. At first she didnt realize he had also yanked down her underwear, not until she felt the air against her skin and saw his own reaction. Whatever was left of her composure seemed to crumble the moment he started moving toward her. The elf had been wrong. Now she felt at her most vulnerable. Still, she was stubborn, and as his hand clasped around her throat she maintained eye contact. Her whole body was shaking, and when she felt the end of his staff being dragged along her exposed flesh as sob escaped her lips. Tears were forming in her eyes once more, and when he finally pressed it against her clit she whimpered and sobbed again, the tears beginning to flow. Aria was proud but she was not dumb and she knew exactly how inevitable this pain was. But then the incantation didnt come, and she noticed his hand was shaking. He looked different to, less angry perhaps? Then he spoke. At first she flinched, expecting pain, but instead she got reason. He was explaining himself, and though she was inclined not to trust him her fear was getting the better of her. Plus he looked and sounded desperate enough. Scared too. If he was being truthful and the urn did hold that much power she did need to tell him. This all renewed her hope that she might make it out of this alive. Feeling the staff press more tightly against her clit she nodded, now resolved to tell him. Though she doubted he would like this answer either. The man she had sold it to was a fairly powerful mage who ran a shop selling enchanted items. It would be difficult to gain access to his stock, and even if he could there was a chance her had already sold it. The man had told her he had a buyer in mind. BriarPeter Briar
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Samuel had crossed his arms whilst standing in front of the fireplace. He briefly turned to look at the thief, returning his attention to the fire once she had finished speaking. That's a cold kindness, he replied. Whatever measure of mercy was fading away from him, the irritation returning as the girl, through trying to explain herself, simply reminded Samuel that she had robbed him. He still knows there's a necromancer in the city. And while he might not come searching for me, others will. In the hands of even a mediocre diviner, the Urn could still be used to track me down. I can't let anybody know what I am. Looking over his shoulder at the thief, he said firmly, coldly Nobody. That included her. He didn't know how to make any potions that would wipe her mind. Posession was an option, but he'd need to find the right type of spirit, bind it to the girl, wait for it to invade her mind... but that could take months, and always ended in the same way, both would eventually be driven mad by the fusion. There were... places he could put her, in the underworld, but in the end, it always came to the same resolution, trapped in a place between mortal and under worlds, the girl would suffer a slow, languishing death. If he wanted to protect himself, he'd have to kill her, as quickly and mercifully as possible. Samuel got that icy, strained look in his eyes, the one that came over him when he first started torturing the girl. The face he made when he needed to do something horrible, because there was no other way. There's no other choice, he said grimly, looking back into the fire, his brows pulled down fiercely, I need to destroy all evidence that I was here, then move on. Again. Samuel had already worked out how to get the Urn out of Briar's hands, and he wasn't happy about it.
Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Her face fell when he spoke. If she had thought he would kill her she wouldn't have given up the information. Or at least she would have made him kill her for it. Especially after he dressed her wound and placed the medicine on the blighted parts of her body. What was the point of wasting his time and ingredients on her if he was just going to kill her? As his expression changed her stomach dropped and she shook her head. Fuck him. He had a choice. But then again she was just a thief to him. Aria had no value. No reason to show her any more mercy. The elf was at a loss. How could she appeal to him? Make him change his mind? She didn't know. What could she offer him? If he had said these words before she would have handled them better. Back when she was resolved to die. Now that she had felt the hope of life, if only briefly, she couldn't maintain her composure. Her body began to shake again, but not from the cold. No his mixture still played over her skin. This was just fear and exhaustion. And despair. A lot of that. Tears came again and she bit her lip. She might have been upset but she didn't want to completely lose it. Not now. The woman took a deep breath and looked up at him. I'm aware that I don't have a leg to stand on...so to speak. But I'll do anything. I'm good at what I do. I can get you things, items, I don't know whatever you want. I'll be your damn grunt. I'll help you get the urn back. I can see you aren't cruel. You wouldn't have bandaged me. It would have to be useful to have a living thing to help you. Her voice was even but from the look on her face she was panicked. And she had started squirming again, trying to loosen the ropes binding her. Her wrists stung bitterly, and she wondered how raw she had rubbed them at this point.
Thread: Lots and Lots of Strange Things // mxm and mxf

Ain't exactly on page 3 yet, but fuck it I'm bumping.
Thread: Lots and Lots of Strange Things // mxm and mxf

Well, I did make changes to the OP.. so that's my excuse.
Thread: Lots and Lots of Strange Things // mxm and mxf

Been a long time, but bump.
Thread: I wish to fight you. Yes you. Get in here. FxM FxF Short term action plots.

You know what? I'm trying to brush up on my combat writing as well, maybe I can oblige you here. We don't even have to get into the smut. Let me know what level you favor most peak human, metahuman, superhuman etc.