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Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties Night class was boring. There was nothing wrong with it. He did well. He was ahead on the material, and used the class to reinforce everything. Contributed some, but was neither the most nor least talkative in the class. It was material he was already well enough prepared for it posed no challenge though, only habitual patching onto existing knowledge and mental links. It was boring, enough to allow his attention to focus. Dreamily, from one note to wondering why the rest of his day had seemed so much more lively than this, to figuring out where he'd go next, what was coming. He was prepared for tomorrow's classes to. And so what did he have? A few days of dull classes trying not to lose his mind being stuck amongst all the undergrads, without challenge from his classes for some time yet, and without clubs beginning so he could occupy himself properly. He doubted even skipping classes would hinder him just now. But until he could secure a way to keep himself up all night working, or go from dorms to apartments where he could bring enough things to properly keep himself occupied, perhaps practicing and instrument or such, such things... There was simply no space now, and he was far to restless. No. Maybe there was nothing purely productive he could do to take himself from the monotony just now... but any new experience one could survive, could make them stronger- so long as you knew how to let it. Curiously, one opportunity of the like had presented itself fairly recently, and it had stuck in his mind enough that he couldn't help but shake his head at his own foolishness and grin as he headed back to his room, and quickly prepared. Come real dark, he'd already seen to his clothing, and started to collect himself a small duffelbag, planning on the fly as he worked, making it up as he went, but planning his next course anyway. And soon it was carefully stuffed, and he'd made it across to the private dorms and scouted out some windows in particular, smiled his way in the doors, and moved with enough casual assurance through the only freshly populated halls that he arrived at the darkened room without drawing so much as a blink, and removed the lockpick from his coat pocket, working the door open while his jacket blocked the view as though he might have been simply having a little trouble with his key, and went inside shutting and relocking the door behind himself. Who knew when she'd be back- miss Veli could be able to see her window right now. But he'd prepared enough for that, taking a tiny dropper and bottle from his bag and lifting it up. One stinging drop for each eye, and a small pause of blinking the tears away. And just like that, the room started to seem to grow brighter.
Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties As usual, more and more questions, and an extracted promise to come back the next day for follow up. But she held her cool through the entire thing, even after being told that it was a student from last year who'd gone missing, or so they'd suspected. She'd had horrible things done to her, and after the police had seen, they'd practically insisted on an escort back to her dorm. But Sera wasn't about to have any of that. She wanted her dorm room and some privacy. A room which was currently empty except for one overly curious male. There were pictures of her family of course, upon her desk, and despite everything, she was rather neat, if not overly tidy. There was an obvious order to the room despite it all. The window was already covered though, with a blanket with a celtic design on it, warding off evil spirits. The energy was there, if one knew what to look for. A large camping backpack in one corner and then quite a few things the RA's would not like. A long sword was decorating one wall, that looked quite well used but also well taken care of. There was no set color system but yet everything was in a similar tone if not color that meshed well. There were several geography and travel books, and a biomedical book that looked well worn from a level far beyond their current class. There was also a pair of handcuffs hanging from a lamp and a length of rope, neither of which had an easily accessible reason for existence unless the backpack was dug into. In there was the quintessential adventurer's pack, along with...dragon treats? Sera wasn't up for dealing with Bubbles at the moment though, what she needed was a chance to let it out. That poor girl. Raped and then ravaged, left for dead in the middle of the school grounds. No wonder her ghost had haunted the place until someone found her body. Stopping in the lobby's bathroom, she dry heaved for a bit, then remembered she hadn't eaten. At the thought of eating again, she remembered the bits of pieces that had been torn from the girl's body and obviously eaten by wild animals. That left her shaken and unnerved, a bit off her game as she made her way into her room before feeling safe enough to slide down to the floor and cry, completely unaware anyone was around to see her in this moment of weakness. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she let herself cry.
Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties First things first. He reached into his jacket, fished around for a little bit of loose end of string, and pulled it loose, making himself enough of a length of it to secure the sword in it's scabbard. It wouldn't stop it from being drawn, but the unexpected resistance might call for a second, firmer tug to draw the blade, and buy a few spare seconds, should it come to such. Better safe than sorry. He brushed his finger across several of the things- including raising an odd eyebrow and grinning at the cuffs and rope, poking at them. Neither was standard bedroom fair though, and cuffs and rope for play simply weren't made the same as real cuff and ropes. Of course, why those two things out on their own, he couldn't say, unless someone was just oblivious to the specialized products... or liked it especially rough and hard. The backpack he didn't bother with, but instead poked his finger along the pages of the books, exploring briefly, locating the bed, and finally finding a likely place not too far from the door to set up. He seated himself comfortably and removed a wrapped bottle, and two glasses from his pack. He poured two cups, and then favored the bottle with a few drops from the vial he'd finished earlier today. Thinking better on it, and the girl he'd seen earlier, he added one extra, painstakingly tipping the container to just the right degree, and packed it away tight again, wrapping it up in cloth and putting it away. He set that glass and the other out equidistant from himself- one to the right, and one to the left, considering it all as he ran a finger along the rim of one glass, then the other. Quietly, he sat, and relaxed. The doorknob turned, scrabbling to get unlocked, and then opened. Tranquilly, he opened his eyes, just catching the little glimmer of the door closing itself once more. He sat for a moment, eyes adjusting again, if not quite so well as they had immediately after he'd treated them, to the shape of the girl sobbing by the door, seated in the dark shaking. For a moment, Skylar sat, watching, and then moved with great care to not make any sound as he retrieved the two glasses and walked to the door. The bag was packaged to make sure nothing broke- it would be quiet enough. Pressing his back against the wall, he slid to seat himself beside her with hardly a sound, and softly pressed a glass of wine into her hands. He could have said relatively anything, or wrapped a comforting arm. But such gestures would have been well out of place, and obviously not quite sincere enough to accept from someone having broken in, jarring and invasive. He did not intrude on whatever her sorrow was. He was simply a sturdy shoulder, and warm body, for the moment. That, and the man with the bottle of wine. He'd gladly pour her more when she finished her glass, without being asked, while he nursed his own. He'd finish it, and pour himself more, but only a few sips worth.
Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties As the glass pressed against her fingers, Sera didn't think and instead took the drink numbly, forgetting for the moment that she had a single room and there was not supposed to be anyone around. Or that alcohol was technically not allowed. Not that it would have really stopped her. Sipping the glass, she had been raised with manners she looked up at the man who'd handed it to her, her bright eyes seeming almost luminescent except for the blood splotches within the color. She nursed the glass of wine though before reaching up and flicking on the light and mild surprise registered as she processed who it was. I think I'll forgive you the ass grope, she said magnanimously and lifted the wine, pretending that her blue green eyes weren't trimmed in red and seeming more striking for it. But I would like to know what you're doing in my dorm room before I kick your ass.
Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties Very striking, up close. Particularly, the red in her eyes made him stop and ponder. Gaia had many unique denizens, and often magic went with unusual physical attributes, and while red eyes were not unheard of they were not among the foremost. He did not relate it to his own, so much as he simply carried over the curiosity he'd held regarding why his held such a color to hers. And she seemed warm enough to the wine, pink and light, and even in her casual clothing had something... striking about her. She was no exceptional beauty. Her face had many aspects that were moderately on the plain side, but the whole coming together was a very coherent image. He made a note of how much of a difference the attitude, that violent vibrance of life she had, made to how she appeared. It was difficult not to smile at a quiet mental comment to himself on his being callous, that the tears around the edges of her eyes made them quite lovely. Life was such. Quietly, he reached over to the bag at his side, hand slipping toward it casually, and dug a single finger in. It started out with a firm tug, a second finger joined, and he raised a length of chain casually out of it, jangling as it pulled free, link by link, from the bag, and he wrapped it about those fingers idly. Playing with it as though a thread, he turned it about and held it over in her direction. Making a return. She was from a rich family. He figured she'd learned quite a bit about guarding reactions and thoughts for the sake of saving face, but even most of those who learned such were passable at it, at best. He had been from such a family. And he'd spent his entire life learning to read the very smallest little signs, even before he'd learned all about the anatomy of the human body, and the muscles in the face. The little signs of increased pulse in the neck or breathing. Little things that changed, as life moved. Even tell if there was something being hidden or not, many times. Being able to read faces comparable to stones had saved him quite a few blows, when he'd been years younger and smaller. Such motivation often helped one pick up a skill.
Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties She glanced down at the chain now wrapped around her fingers. Back up to him. And just matched his gaze, her thoughts now far from her worries. Her gaze was very open and obvious as she appraised him. Well, that did explain why she hadn't felt the lack of a tooth she'd noticed in the rugby player when she kissed him. But the surprise was not obvious on her face until she quirked a grin that spread wide across her face, not unattractively. If that's the case, you should do it properly. She grinned. like for like. I don't believe I left it with you in that condition. She was curious too, seeing how he'd react, studying him as much as he was studying her. Her heart beat remained completely steady as she waited on a reply.
Thread: Blood Ties  [Arberus x Temara]

RE Blood Ties Interesting. He thought she was surprised, but she ultimately just didn't seem to care enough one way or another about exactly whose bed it had been to be startled or thrown for a loop by the sudden change up. No sign of regret, or futile anger at him for her mix up, or anything else. It even took a while to really be sure of her surprise. What did that say, then? Why the mysterious visit meant for his roommate? Someone else on the hall? A completely random room she'd decided to break an entering to? No, that had been the one thing about his roommate. He'd eventually found his key. Inside the room. It was his key but... That was a number of holes beyond reasoning. Close enough to brilliant. Attractive. Strangely skilled. And with a decision making process that was utterly unfathomable not in it's poor results or masterfulness, but the apparent randomness driving it. Skylar reached across her with the chain bearing hand, links brushing over one arm, then another. But then how will you drink your wine? Of course, by the time he was done saying it, the motion was already finished. He'd caught one wrist, and then the second in a loop and wrapped the chain off to tighten it enough to squeeze, but not enough to show any real intention of harm as he yanked it into himself- possibly well more than enough to make her drop the present cup of wine. Assuming she didn't realize it was coming, and at this point he believed she half expected it. He'd gotten some sensation in the dark, and he matched that to the present as he slid to a knee, pulling her hands above her heads and turning the chain into something more resembling an knot, the best he could do one handed, at the moment. Freely extending, in a lazy display, he reached a finger out of his other hand and ran the back of a nail across he underside of her jaw, following the neck, comparing his memory to the present shape and touch, half rising above her and drawing out the slow, sensuous build. The anticipation that something was coming from him, without clearly allowing for what, as he hands would be lifted above her, and he'd move high enough she'd have to look up at him. Once she was doing that, he'd move the wine glass in his hand, done tracing around her neck and face with the one finger, and slowly pour a trickle of the wine over her lips, letting it touch there before moving into her mouth. He supposed he really should return the favor.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Welcome to Lady Isabella Saint-Germain's Private School for Proper Young Women. I personally promise you that we will turn your little trouble maker in to a wonderful woman you can be proud of. Here, she will learn good housekeeping skills, receive a fine education and become an obedient whore. Yes, I understand that the term 'whore' may carry a negative meaning yet I assure you that there is no finer way for a woman to behave than to whore herself off to any man she meets. It is only polite! Our students are required to wear our school uniform , which we are rather strict about. High heels are compulsory, and should be a minimum of 4. Girls are given the choice of earing socks, stockings or tights. Underwear is forbidden . Thank you for choose Lady Isabella Saint-Germain's Private School for Proper Young Woman, and I wish our girls good luck for the next year. ----- Profiles Rules No God-Modding No Superpowers No Fun. Well. Okay. Have fun. Ummphh! Spank. Ummphh! Spank. Mmmmmphhh! The gloved-hand of the headmistress picked up a repetitive rhythm as it continued to smack the rear of Miss Holly Campbell , a relatively new student in her school. Isabella found that an effective way to discipline a girl was to bend her over her knee, lift up her skirt and spank her like a naughty child until her ass was burning hot. The young girl tried to speak, but Isabella had buckled a ball gag in her mouth, preventing any audible words to come out. Oh... I'm no where near finished yet, dear. The headmistress said, just as someone knocked on the door.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Emilia sighed, as she walked down the hall, towards the direction she was given. She did not at all approve of her current situation. Her father hadn't told her, why exactly she was sent to this school, he just seemed really sure this would be the place to 'change' her. She kept telling him over and over, that she didn't want to change. Without a mother to 'guide' her, she never felt like the woman he wanted her to be. But apparently, this place would make the difference. She doubted it. Her eyes drifted down the ridiculas outfit she was forced to wear, and the fairly ripped stockings she wore. She had ripped those, at least able to chose something for herself. And no underwear? In her mind, this was incredibly stupid.. What good, would that ever do? She rolled her eyes, loosening the tie a bit more, so it hang more relaxed on her chest. A 'proper' woman, with a tie? She rolled her eyes again, as she stopped in front of the door she had been directed to, knocking it a few times, as she lent against the doorway. Lady Isabella?! She called, itching her cheek with her black nails as she rolled her eyes.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Come in! Called a voice from behind the brown door, a golden plaque with Headmistress engraved in an old-fashioned font. Even when the young woman came to her door, Isabella continued with Holly's discipline. After all... it was a common sight to see a student being spanked hard, although for new students it could be quite an alarming thing to see. Take a seat Ms. Erickson. The headmistress spoke, nodding over towards three chairs against one side of her office. Holly looked up as the new girl came in to the room, pleading towards her with a pathetic, embarrassed look in her eyes. But what could this new girl do? Not like she could stop Lady Isabella... the headmistress and the teachers were allowed to do anything they wanted to the students. They claimed it was 'to make them in to better women' but Holly was certain that some of them just took great pleasure in humiliating and fucking each and every girl in a school uniform.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Emilie pushed away from the doorway, turning the door handle, to enter the office with a silent sigh. Thanks M... Her words where interrupted, as she saw the Headmistress, and what she was doing. her brows rose, and she froze in place as her jaw dropped slightly. However, it didn't take many seconds of astonishment, before her eyes where shot away in disgust. Erh.. Couldn't you at least.. Finish.. What ever it is you two are doing, before I entered? She said with a defiant voice, shaking her head as she walked towards the chairs with a silent sneer. What the hell was this? Was that even legal, for a teacher to strike a student anymore? She couldn't imagine it was allowed. Seemed wrong. Very wrong... As she sat down, she was about to spread her legs slightly more then normal, to sit more relaxed, but remembered what she was wearing, rolling her eyes as she crossed one leg over to other, sitting back with her arms crossed in front of herself. Her eyes had noticed the woman over the Headmistress' leg's expression, but even if she could do something about it, she probably wouldn't. There had to be a reeeally good reason for this, so she wasn't about to interrupt. I was told to come here... But isn't 'that' urgent.. She said, not really interested in staying, to watch more of this scene.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Eventually, Holly's spanking was over. She knew that there was no way she was going to be able to sit down on anything for at least a week after this, but who was she kidding? As soon as she went back to class, the teacher would expect her to sit her pretty red-cheeks down on a seat and on to one of those dildo chairs, as well and stay there without making a sound. Isabella pulled her away from her lap and unbuckled the ball gag in her mouth, tossing it to one side. Well, you can return to class now Ms. Campbell. The young woman nodded, and hurried out of the room, not even daring to look at the other student. Well... Ms... Erickson. The headmistress began, patting the spot on her lap where Holly had just been. Over you come. She ordered casually, as if it were a normal request. Which in this place, it was. Isabella straightened and pushed down her knee-length grey skirt she wore a matching jacket down her legs, fixing it after having the previous student on it for so long. Well what are you waiting for? Come over so you can get spanked!
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Iris walked quickly down the hallway, little clicks of her heels echoing as she excitedly made her way to the headmistress' office. The ever devoted student had just come back from lunch after a morning filled with classes and... well, ONE brief excursion with another of the illustrious academy's students. Clutching her notebook with one arm, she took a moment to straighten her snug uniform before walking up to the headmistress' door. Noticing another girl was standing in it, she stepped past the girl into the office. Good morning headmistress! she proclaimed with a gleeful tone to her voice. She gave a little bow before eyeing the other two girls, one who had just received a spanking and one who was about to. Headmistress. she chimed, with almost a bit TOO much enthusiasm. She smiled, don't strain yourself ma'am. We wouldn't want your hand to get sore. she said, eyeing up Emilia and Holly. If... you wish, headmistress, I could take over for you, either performing Emilia's spanking or perhaps continuing the new girl's lesson? The newer girl might not know Iris' zeal for... student involvement, but it didn't take long for them to hear of her rather sordid reputation.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Isabella heard her favourite student come in to her office and smiled back at her. A smile which differed from the one she would give most others in the school. It was almost... genuine, rather than the forced ones that the normal students would receive. What kind of headmistress would I be if my hand got too sore to spank a whore's ass? She asked. If you would like to help, then I'm sure you could continue the new girl's lesson. Isabella suggested, rolling her eyes over towards Emilia to see if she was going to come over and do what she was asked. By this point, Holly had stopped outside of the office and was lifting up her skirt, pushing down her tights they were crotchless, which was a rule requirement if she chose to wear tights instead of stockings or socks to check and see just how bad her rear actually was. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst as she put one finger tip against the skin. She almost yelped.
Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

She eyed Emilia up and was about to pull the girl off somewhere down the hall when she looked out the doorway and saw Holly lifting up her skirt. Actually... Headmistress... I'm not qualified to educate this girl all by myself. she said, gesturing to Emilia. Even though it was an excuse to go after Holly, it sounded like she believed what she said. I think I'm more suited to... follow up. she said, giving the headmistress a smile that lasted just a little too long before exiting the office and coming up behind Holly. She considered giving Holly a slap on the ass, but the girl was new enough not to know her reputation and she'd rather surprise her. So, the headmistress gave it to you rough, huh? she asked, giving her a friendly pat on the back. She let her hand linger as she continued. It's okay. Just do what I do and play nice to stay under her radar. She almost giggled at the lie, but kept it in. Come on. You want to see a good place to relax and blow off steam when she gives it to you rough? she asked, playing the encouraging ally as she grabbed the sleeve of Holly's uniform and began gently tugging her along behind her.