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Thread: Star Trek TNG:  The Wormhole

The people on your world are big on spices I see, interesting. Kyrea said. She only used them if she had off world guests, which was almost never. At least this guy wasn't a vegitarian, the last thing she wanted to do was grazing. But humans seemed to eat more vegitables in comparison then she would. Her diet was usually almost carnivoristic, being from the bird of prey kind of bird. He looked adorable in the apron though. A guy from this world would never wear it, mostly because only the tough meat was ever cooked, many recipes for the more carnivorous birds had to do wit raw meat or fish. She was curious to how he would use this. After a while it was smelling quite good. He'd found a Girth cookbook, if any species liked things spicy it was them. She just hoped they wouldn't burn their tongues out so to speak, probably would. She got up and walked over to the table. It smells good. She said. He was being a real gentleman, unlike some people she knew. She sat down, the drink sure smelled a bit odd, not unpleasant. Even they had something like a spoon, however a form was just one pointy object and the knives since many dishes on Hanad were with raw meat were always sharp. She used the spiece to pick up some liver, way too much spices for her liking, though not bad. You might want to be careful with Girth recipies they like things spicy to the point that it's, how should I put it, insanely hot. She warned him. For a human this dish might even proof to be too much since it did call for a lot of a herb not unlike spanish pepper, at least just as intense.
Thread: Star Trek TNG:  The Wormhole

Picard chewed on the bite of liver, and his face showed that it was quite spicy. He sipped on his Andorian ale, and looked over at Kyrea, For the first time cooking with Hanadian spices, its not bad, but I will need to do some adjusting, since i used the spices as if I was cooking in an Earth kitchen. He continued to eat, and sipped between a few bites on his Andorian ale. Yes, Earthlings do love to cook with spices, and it depends on what region of the planet as to how much spices are used. I will share an Earth cook book with you sometime, so you can see what I mean. He watched Kyrea as he ate his salad, Some Earthlings are total vegetarian, but I cannot bring myself to that. I like my meat and vegetables. He continued to eat and then finished his meal, washing it down with the rest of the Andorian ale in his cup, and then refilled his cup and set the bottle back down on the table, the bottle half full. He then got up and started to clear away the dirty plates and dishes. He saw that there were no leftovers from the meal he cooked, and was happy that Kyrea received his meal well and did partake of it. This was quite good Kyrea, he spoke as he put the dirty dishes in what appeared to be a dishwasher in the kitchen, then started it. The early vessels had chefs that prepared the meals for the crew, but now it is done via food synthesizer. While it is good, I still love to prepare meals from scratch every chance I get. He walked out of the kitchen and then took his cup from the table, and sat down in the main living area on the couch. He sipped on his ale, and looked over at Kyrea, I have a strong interest in archaelolgy, and would love to explore the planet more, since I do have to stay here for a while, and if it is okay with your leaders. I do understand that your people may have a lot of other questions for me, and I will answer them to the best of my ability.
Thread: Star Trek TNG:  The Wormhole

Most of them are not from here. We rarely use spices at all. Kyrea said. She took another bite, other then a bit too spicy it was good. Half way through she took a sip of this Andorian ale. It wasn't bad, but she couldn't drink too much she rarely drank alcohol so wasn't used to it. I see, well as you've noticed there are different spicies among my kind, some can't digest meat at all others like myself have an almost carnivorous diet. She said. She finished her meal and took a few more sips of the ale and put the cup down still half full. Do Earthlings drink a lot of alcohol? She asked. After their meal she sat down in comfy chair. I'll see what I can do, I can't guarantee anything. But I do know that anyone who wants to join an archeological dig does have to pass some sort history test on the subject of the dig and one that goes to the general history of Hanad. I'll take you to the library tomorrow. She said.
Thread: Star Trek TNG:  The Wormhole

Picard smiled as she sat down on the couch, beside him. He was still sipping on his glass of Andorian ale. He smiled softly at her question about Earthlings' alcohol consumption. Well it depends on the person. Some people don't drink alcohol at all, some drink socially or in moderation, while others drink it like water. He blushed a bit as he spoke, Um..Kyera, at one point in my life I fell into the later, as a young cadet in the academy, but really declined because the older you get the worst the hangover. He went on to explain the meaning of hangover, the result of too much drinking, which he explained to her as getting drunk. I knew a retired Chief Engineer named Scott, who drank scotch like it was water, and he could handle it quite well. In fact he could tell the difference between synthesized scotch and the real thing. He's retired now and living in the Denova system. As the conversation shifted to his interest in Hanadian archaelolgy, he nodded his head, I would like to study more about Hanadian culture and history. I look forward to a trip to the library. He smiled as he finished his cup of Andorian ale and put the empty glass on the table in front of the couch. The table like this in Earth homes is called a coffee table. People would finish their evening meal and sit down like us, and have a cup of coffee or drink, and talk as we are doing now.
Thread: False God [Vae Victis x annah]

When he woke up on the beach Cadaelin's mouth tasted like the ocean water. He remembered setting out on his ship in search of new lands to find the things he held most dear combat, treasure and women. So far, he had found none. His ship had sailed into a fearsome storm which quickly tore the wooden vessel to pieces. Some men were thrown to the ocean while others were crushed by falling beams or trapped below deck and met a slow drowning death. Cadaelin was among those tossed into the waters, but he managed to survive by grabbing a piece of the wreckage. He made it through the storm and finally drifted to the shore of a place he was reasonably certain he'd never been. His straight brown hair hung down just below his shoulders, wet and covered in sand as he picked himself up from the surface. Some his his clothes were missing, torn to shreds in the storm and ripped off of his body, leaving his strong arms and muscular torso exposed. His wrists were wrapped in leather bands bands, mostly to provide protection in combat, and his lower half was covered with a leather loincloth that left very little to the imagination. Thankfully his boots, though still wet, were mostly in tact, and though he had lost many of his weapons a short sword had somehow remained in the scabbard and at his side. That would do well enough. Taking a moment to readjust himself to land he looked around, his brown eyes searching out the surroundings. It looked like there was nothing here and, thus, no reason to remain. Hungry and in need of rest the adventurous young barbarian made his way inland, hoping to find some sort of civilization. Whether or not it was friendly would be an issue he dealt with once he found it. After what felt like hours of walking he finally collapsed. Even a young man as strong as him required food and sleep to maintain energy and he had finally bottomed out, his fight against the storm and the waves sapping him. He remained there for quite some time before he was found by a middle aged man who was a great deal shorter and far less muscular. The man ran back to his village to alert the others, and a group had surrounded him, debating what to do with this strange person. Eventually they dragged him, with much effort, back to the village and laid his body on a futon in one of the farm houses. He was much too large to remain in it comfortably, but it would have to do. With this strange being settled for the time being an envoy was sent to the large city a few miles away with a message for the high priestess. The simple people of the little farming village believed they had found a god.
Thread: Daddy's Girl

Looking for a suitable daddy or master to fill my needs. I only play via email, to give you fair warning. Here's my F-List , Pm me with email info if your interested.
Thread: Daddy's Girl

This thread happens to be in the wrong place, pretty sure it will be moved soon, though I am interested
Thread: Portents of the End Times [Vae Victis x SugarPlumCoatedGun]

Asyld pushed open the bear fur flap which protected the large tent from the elements, his eyes darting around for a brief moment before they settled on the two old men who seemed to have been waiting for him. The Northlands were a cold place where it rarely stopped snowing, and sometimes he wondered why his people had chosen them of all places to settle hundreds of years ago. They survived and thrived despite the near constant blizzards, so he supposed it didn't much matter. The man was tall and powerfully built, his muscular body covered by leather armor wrapped in a mix of various animal pelts to provide him with warmth. Flakes of snow melted in his long blond hair, piercing eyes of dark blue settling on one of the old men as he took his seat. An outsider. He was wary of outsiders, but this elder was from another clan and had been welcomed by his own elder, so Asyld bit his tongue. It would be unwise to speak out. The young man folded his arms across his chest as his elder began to speak, his voice raspy from decades of exposure to the cold. It was something that happened to most of his people as they aged. There is a matter of grave importance to discuss with you. Our mystics say the end is coming. The warrior offered a smirk at the words, shaking his head as he spoke. Our mystics are fools. You know I don't trust wizards and magic. It's all trickery and nothing more. The old man held up a hand to silence him, his wrinkled and hardened face remaining calm. I know how you feel. Your distaste for magic is well known, but in this case I ask you to listen. For the sake of your people. Asyld grunted before he went silent, giving a nod in silent agreement. We must ask you to leave the Northlands. Far to the south is a desert spoken of in legend. It is vast, and some say endless. You must travel there. Somewhere hidden in those sands is a temple to the Primal Gods. They stir within, and I fear it is only a matter of time before they rise again. If they do, they will destroy us all. As though he needed no more information than he had been given, Asyld got to his feet. I will gather my weapons and supplies and leave this evening. He still had no love for the mystics or their divination, but the elder was never wrong. Wait. The other old man spoke up and Asyld stopped, turning to face him. It is too dangerous to go alone, and our mystics have seen the signs as well. Our strongest warrior will go with you. With those words the flap to the tent opened again and Asyld turned to see who just who this warrior would be.
Thread: Portents of the End Times [Vae Victis x SugarPlumCoatedGun]

Cold winds blistered as her thoughts cast back to when her Elder had asked to speak with her in private. He had asked her, their clans strongest warrior, to journey to a desert where an ancient temple would await for her to explore. Their mystics had made it clear that something was not right and she hadn't questioned the trip once, even when she was told she would be accompanied by another great warrior of another clan. Once in the strange settling that she'd traveled to with the older male, she was told to await outside and not to move, though she had managed to get slightly distracted and wandered off, only to return seconds later to hear voices chattering inside the tent. She couldn't help but worry about the situation, but she would never allow that to cloud her judgment or to fear her quest. Upon hearing her Elder hint to her entrance, Lavina let out a small sigh before ducking into the tent, lifting the flap before dropping it to stand straight at the entrance her bright green eyes staring from one male face to another. The woman had long, red head that reached the middle of her back and her skin was greatly contrasted a pale ivory close to porcelain. Lavina was quite petite in size for being a famed warrior, her waist slim and her form average height standing at around 5'7. Lifting a hand from under what looked to be a grey animal pelt of some kind, she rested it on her hip, revealing her scadly clad frame. Her stomach was exposed while she wore a small, leather cupped item upon her chest that looked nothing more than a bra decorated with the same charcoal coloured fur. Against her hips rested a leather belt containing two daggers at either side of her, resting on brown leather, tight shorts, resting just above her knee's. On her feet was a pair of calf high, flat boots, once again decorated with brown leather and grey fur. Cuffs of the same coloured pelt also wrapped around her wrists, secured with a leather strap. Introduce yourself. The elder male spoke and she instantly gave the blond male a quick nod of acknowledgement before parting her plump, light pink lips to speak. I'm Lavina. Pleasure. Her tone was unfriendly and one toned, almost as if she were telling the other off for something he'd yet to do.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

Alistair ran through the thick forest, desperately trying to escape his pursuers. He had been accused of killing the leader of a rivaling guild, when they were in the middle of a peace treaty, which caused another fight to break out between him. Now members of that guild as well as his former comrades are hunting him down, to have him pay for the crime he has done. The only problem was, he never committed that crime. He was out on a hunt the night the body was discovered, but nobody was with him to prove that he was innocent. So now he runs from both sides, trying to find a place to rest and to come up with a plan. The voices behind him began to grow louder as they got closer. Come out traitor! shouted one of the voices. Give yourself up, and your death will be quick and painless! shouted the second voice. From what they said, Alistair figured that they were former comrades. He turned around to face him, thinking he could take on just two of them. He was a powerful member of his group, but he wouldn't stand a chance if it was one of the members of the circle. The circle was a group of high ranking members, able to kill dragons with little effort. While Alistair was good at hunting dragons, he didn't have that sort of grace the circle members had. His right hand began to glow as a sword formed in his hand, and his other hand began to burn in flames, preparing a fire spell. And then he stood his ground, waiting for them to catch up. Time began to slow as all he could hear was his pounding heart. Were one of those two pursuers members of the circle? Were both of them circle members? He hoped that at least one of them were regular soldiers, that way he could quickly kill him and reanimate him, helping him hold off the other member while he made his escape. The two members emerged from the woods, and Alistair sighed in relief, seeing that they were nothing to worry about. We've finally caught up to you! Now, we'll bring your head to the headmaster, and we'll be members of the circle. One of the men shouted at they charged to Alistair. They surrounded him and charged. Alistair made quick work of them. He set the one in front of him on fire, causing him to scream while trying to put out the flames. He then stabbed behind him, thrusting his blade through the chest of the soldier behind him. He pulled his blade out, causing the soldier to fall to his knees, trying to pick himself back up. Alistair then slit his throat, killing the man, and the flaming soldier finally fell to the ground, charred to a crisp. Great, I hope that's it for now. Alistair said to himself as he went back to running. He had nowhere to go, not sure where to hide. All he could think about is running, until he finally saw a cave. Nothing seemed suspicious about it, and there wasn't a creature standing near the entrance. It seemed a good place to hide as he slowly walked up to it, trying to catch his breath.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

The sun was setting, Ava sat before her vanity as her hand maidens continued to finish her hair. Emerald eyes mirrored the light of the fire beneath the mantle. A crimson corset hold, what didn't threaten to spill over, against her chest. An emerald amulet nestled between her breasts. Ebony curls cascading down to her shoulders. Her clack cloak was retrieved as she set out to collect a few herbs. Especially Nirnroot. By now the guards would be opening the door. The wooden beam removed and the villagers free to leave as they wished. Lady Ava ....shall I go with you? her handmaiden asked. Ava smiled at the concern hidden in her question. Fear not my dear, I have my dagger and the scrolls you gave me. I'll be just fine. The cloak was thrown about her shoulders and the hood placed over her head. All that could be seen of her face were here ever glowing emerald eyes. I shall be back soon.Ava left her chamber and walked past a few other people and was given greetings. The moon shined through the mountain top above them. A canopy of stars blanketing the sky. Her basket was brought to her as the guards opened the door to the outside for her. Thank you. She began walking down the cave when the torches began to light up. Lighting the path outside. Each lantern would light as she continued to walk. Ava never had a problem collecting herbs. The occasional wolf and skeever here and there, but nothing she couldn't handle. Until she saw him. Who are you? she asked in a stern tone. And what are you doing here? she continued to ask. These times were good and bad, he could be an assassin, a dark mage , daedra in disguise. Answer me .she now demanded as she whipped out her dagger.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

Alistair looked up, seeing a beautiful woman with glowing emerald eyes. Please forgive me, I just need a place to rest for the time being. I came up here, thinking that this cave was abandoned and I was hoping to rest here, catch my breath, come up with a plan for my next few actions. He said, trying to catch his breath. Sweat poured from his face, with his shaved head, he had no hair to catch it. He wanted to take off his dragon bone armor badly, knowing it was very heavy and he needed to relax his body. He stood up and looked at the mysterious woman. Please, I'd be happy to help out with anything in exchange for some food and shelter. I'll be ready to leave in a couple of days after finally getting some rest. He said, hoping the woman would agree to his terms. Right now, he'd be willing to do almost anything, just to find a place to lay low. Being hunted, he just wanted to find a place to hide, and deep inside of a cave would be perfect.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

She sighed softly and her eyes closed in contemplation. She pulled down the hood of her cloak and sighed reluctantly. Come ... we will harbor you for a few days. She offered him a hand to guided him. Come, we do not have all night ... Ava had no clue what his story was and quite frankly she didn't want to know. Make no mistake, If you put a toe out of line, you will be bled dry. Her voice was harsh but her face remained calm and collected. You look exhausted, I'll give you a bed to rest in with a place to store your armor. My name is Ava by the way, Lady Ava. As a small sign of impatience she laced her fingers with his and helped him up before dragging him down the tunnel. Each lantern extinguished as she passed passed it. She knocked upon the wooden door and a vision slide was moved. Open up. she demanded to the hazel eyes looking at them through the slit. The wooden plank and her demand was met.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

He followed her as she grabbed his hand. Thank you, I'm forever grateful to your kindness. He said, able to tell that she was annoyed by his presence. It's no surprise to him though, not many people don't take kindly to uninvited guests. He was just grateful she didn't throw him back into the wilderness, or worse. Oh, and I'm Alistair, pleasure to make your acquaintance. He said softly, trying not to make it look like he was a burden to her. She was extremely beautiful, but he had a strange hunch about her, like she wasn't exactly normal, but then again, someone who lives in a cave isn't exactly considered normal to begin with. He followed her through the door, noticing that many eyes turned towards him, Alistair ignored the stares and comments towards him and kept his eyes on Ava, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else, afraid he'd offend someone, somehow.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

Ava guided the stranger to the antechamber connected by a set of double doors to her room. A fire roared beneath the mantle of a tall fireplace. She untied her cloak and tossed it over a chair revealing her curvaceous form and well endowed chest. She stood before the fire where the heat of the flames licked at her flesh. You might want to take your armor off. There is a chest over there. She pointed towards the left of the fireplace just as someone knocked. Enter. A young man entered an bowed before her. My lady are you all right, what's this I hear of some blood sack ... his voice trailed off at the sight of tje man. I am fine Deon. Just a guest of mind. Let it be known that he is not to be harmed. The man bowed his head once more in obedience before leaving and closing her chamber doors. I'm sorry. They hate change. Anything that threatens to disturb our peace. She smiled with the light of the fire reflecting in those evergreen eyes of hers.
Thread: False Accusations, Clearing My Name (Darkness_Harbinger & -Lady Bloody Ava-)

Alistair began taking off his armor, revealing his ripped features. He listened to their conversation, and watched as the young man left the room, almost irritated. I understand, and I'd like to help you in any way, to repay for your kindness. He said, looking at Ava, only to look away when he saw her. He found her extremely appealing, but it wouldn't have been right to become intimate with her, especially after just meeting. His armor was finally off, and in the chest. All he had on now were a pair of leather slacks that fit tightly around his legs. Now, almost every feature of his body was visible as a layer of swear glazed over his body, making it shine in the light. He took a seat in a nearby chair and finally relaxed. It had been a long few days, with little rest, so it felt like a blessing to him to finally be able to catch his breath.