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Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

Before long the dark energy had receded backwards until all that was left was the flawlessly smooth tanned skinned skin. Her overbite remained though less pronounced, but still obviously lethal. Still, her eyes remained eerie and dangerous. She smelled fear leaking from his pores where confidence should have oozed. For once, since she'd been summoned, she stepped forward and imposed her presence upon him. Do you know my name summoner? You should know its half if you are to command my powers. She tilted her head to the right as though to get a better angle. Instead she was truly get a feel for human gestures to feign trust. Her hair did not fall with gravity. It flowed in the opposite direction as though a netherworldly wind blew it endlessly. The long braid that had formed behind her raised and moved towards the human's face. Do you fear me? It was all but too much to contain many years of longing for living flesh. A shadow seemed to cast over her face, obscuring the view from her forehead to her nose. I am at your every will. You can do with me what you imagine. I am the uptmost power at your disposal. Command me... summoner. She emphasized his title, taunting him that he was not her master, lord, or any meaningful rank as of yet. For now she would test him until she was fully within her own senses to detect which way the Chain of Binding flowed.
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

The shadows that surrounded it slowly receded, leaving behind a tan, naked humanoid. The only thing that appeared imperfect on it's body was the glowing, sickly yellow eyes, and the teeth. It eyed him maliciously, sensing his fear. The demon stepped forwards, Lucas backed up against the wall. The demon -a she, by the looks of it- began to speak to him. I... he breathed out, stopping as the demon tilted her head. Some sort of magic moved the hair, making it flow upwards. A tendril of the hair moved towards him. I... he breathed out once again, struggling to remember the name of beast, or if not that, a spell that could correct his mistake. Nothing came, no backups. no banishments, no offensive spells that would do much more than make the demon giggle from his feeble mortal magic. Do you fear me? she asked, staring him down. Shadow still covered her face, showing only the glowing eyes and the lethal maw. Yes.. he thought to himself instantly. The summoner shook his head, listening as the demon went on about her own power, taunting him to command her. He mustered all his courage. Stop, demon! he yelled, raising his hand. His voice faltered. I co-command you to stop. I am in c-ontrol.
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

Her eyes widened sickeningly as though she were poised the strike in him a crazed demonic fit of rage. Suddenly, she did just the opposite and spun away from him as though a ballerina on stage. She laughed a laugh so genuinely sincere with happiness and joy that it was hard to imagine she was a murderous demon summoned from the pits of the Darkness. Her breasts bounced as she danced and laughed, her hair not once cooperating with her movements of her body. Freedom is meant for none but the clever fox! She is free to swim in the blood and the flesh of the ignorant and blind! She sang a sadistic song of tyranny and endless bloodshed. All the while she was coming closer to her senses. There was a thread missing. A thread tying her to him. The only line of fabric between the two was his bindinng to her. He was incomplete. Had he slurred a word? Had the blood pooled around the circle at an incorrect angle? Whatever the cause, his feeble magic was useless to prevent the inevitable. For now she sought to build his trust, give him false hope, then watch him crumble under the weight. Her body shuddered with a need for pleasure and brought her to a halt within her dancing. You know not half the name of the demon you have summoned. Have you not read fully? Speak not the name and chaos will reign. She giggled under her breath and ran her fingers along length of her body. Her head rolled about and her hair followed, falling lazily against her bare skin. But I can speak of a deal to you. You will agree, you have no other choice. A life worse than eternal fire is promised to those who fail such rituals.
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

Alright, doing this last post from phone....try to ignore grammatical errors Lucas winced as the creature's eyes widened. She was about to attack, he was sure. A ball of flame appeared in his hand, a feeble form of self defense against the demon. Suddenly, it moved. It danced and laughed, a laugh of a young girl, filled with glee. He couldn't help but watch as her tits bounced around with her body...although the hair remained ignorant to gravity. It was quite a disturbing scene for the young sorcerer, watching as the evil spectre danced and laughed....he couldn't help but feel slightly attracted to demon, if only for a second before he banished those shameful thoughts....all she wished for was death, destruction, chaos. The demon vocalized these thoughts, singing of acts of evil. Lucas shook his head rapidly as his heartbeat sped up. No, he didn't want to die yet..he didn't want to die ever, the reason he had ever started practicing the occult. He thought back as to what went wrong, what set the demon to do as she pleased, unchecked by mortal command. She asked him to speak the name...he stood paralyzed in fear, not saying a word. The book had said nothing about a name, nothing about any sort of title. He readied the ball of flame that still burned eternally in his hands. When the demon began to talk of a deal, he nodded. Sp-speak, demon, what deal? he asked this, feigning a sense of authority. also, sorry about length. Phone.
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

Man, that phone-response took FOREVER to type out. xD.
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

A sense of pride washed over Chikoa as she listened to his waning voice force the inklings of authority. She watched the fire burn in his hand as a newborn infant would its own mother-- her eyes wide with amazement and wonder. It was all too obvious that for now, as she was too excited to contain herself, that he would never trust her the way her sadistic desires required. Unfortunately, an eternity was all about business and she had to skip to it. She sighed mournfully and snapped her fingers, forcing herself backwards into the couch. Her might thighs crossed one another and she folded her hands atop her knee. The deal. I will admit is not the most mortal friendly, but it could give a little bit of hope and buy you enough time to assume you have a way to take control of the situation. She leaned forward, spreading her legs inappropriately with her forearms resting on her thighs. You see I notice you have your binding a little backwards, young sorcerer. You are bound to me, but not vice versa. In short, I own you until your dying breath. But there are ways around it. She sat back and laid to her left, stretching out a cat across the couch like a feline to preparing her bedding. I do so ever love these human inventions. It can be a nice change from flesh at some points. Though I do love the taste. She winked cutely at him and commenced to pluck the cushion casually with her pointed fingernails. Nonetheless, you must learn that some things of The Arts can not be simply read, they must be learned. For instance, there's a special spot in Hell for wicked little mortals like yourself. Her smile held a seductive hinting to it. Anyway! The Deal! I do like to ramble, idiots of the Darkness aren't much for conversation. You have three guesses to guess at least half of my name and I will reverse the binding. Until you guess my name or use up your chances you are my puppet. Should you fail, well... don't worry about dying. You are my ticket to this world until the day you die, and demons such as myself have ways to prolong your misery. XD A decent size post for a phone post. I commend you for even having a phone that can do that.
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

Had to wait for someone in the car....they got in and I was still posting. They told me to go and I told em to wait a second. They eventually waited about 7 minutes for me to start the car....whoops. Until you guess my name or use up your chances you are my puppet. Hate to sound retarded, but she expects him to guess immediately, correct?
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

You can ask me over PM so we don't clutter up the RP thread with OOC talk, kay? To answer you, no she doesn't expect for him to guess now. He has an indefinite amount of time, it's just that while he guesses she does with him as she wants. If he fails all three anyway, the torture continues until he dies. It's all a false sense of hope for her own sadistic purpose. 3
Thread: Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

Alright, and sorry. The fire in his hand burned endlessly, his insticts shouting at him to extinguish it. He did so, dropping onto a hard stool as the demon sat on his couch. His heart hammered against his chest rapidly, slowly calming as they began to discuss the situation. It didn't look good, the way the demon looked at him the way that she talked. The ritual had been reversed somehow, most likely from his lack of experience. It shifted around the couch, from formal siting to a more inappropriate stance demon or not, Lucas couldn't help but glance, it seemed the demon's material form was completely feminine. to stretching across his furniture. He shifted around his own seat uncomfortably, listening intently as she spoke. She seemed to be shooting him tiny winks or seductive smiles. He eventually decided that that was just in the demon's nature, either if she was trying to seduce him or just teasing him sadistically. Hell, hmn? he asked this during the middle of the speech. And this means heaven is real too, then? he laughed, a short cackle forced out of his lungs. Guess I screwed myself out of that one, then! he continued to laugh for a short time, thinking of all the times his catholic parents had tried to persuade him to go to church. She told him of the deal. His head dropped, hands shooting up to rub his face in anguish. Light tears began to stream down his face as he faced his own fate. Before long he withdrew his hand, wiping the tears from his eyes. He nodded his head, accepting the only possibilty he had to regain control over the demon. May I inquire your name then, demon? he asked pausing a second before correcting himself...Well, may I at least have an alias until our deal is done? his voice came out distinguished, proud, only faltering when he called her a demon.
Thread: The Kitsune slave (Vixen_Mistress and I)

The city of Trent was a large vibrant modern metropolis with the inhabitants running all around with something to do at all hours of the night. The skyscrapers almost seem to touch the heavens when viewed from the ground and with a mixture of different unique style of architecture. The beaches of Trent are among the best of the world with its pristine year round warm crystal clear waters also makes it a tourist attraction in their own right. However this gem of a city has one significant flaw, its the largest legalized slavery market of the world and even boast it like nothing was wrong. The city was dotted with various kinds of malls and shopping areas, lined with numerous varieties different shops and products for sale. One mall in particular near the airport has a small slavery boutique, lined with various assortments of slaves. One slave in particular who appeared to be no older than 16 years old and stood about five feet and five inches and looked to be only one hundred and twenty pounds and was displayed in the store's premier display window. And upon closer inspection it was no accident she was displayed there as her silky light tan skin seemed to lack any imperfection and her red fox like ears matched her long naturally glossy and vibrant straight hair. And along with her emerald eyes one and bushy red tail, one would get the impression she is a pure breed Kitsune an exotic slave in which most die in captivity. The Kitsune laid on a velvet pillows just lounging around but occasionally standing to rise when prospected buyers stopped by her window. She would occasionally wag her bushy tail like a dog in a sad attempt to make herself appear happy, however despite this not many people stay long after noticing the seemly inflated price tag compared to the rest of the slaves in the shop.
Thread: The Kitsune slave (Vixen_Mistress and I)

Lilli was about 18 and an heiress, having a lot of money from her parents and being taught business at a young age it was not difficult for her to run there company when they had gotten into a car accident and both lost there lives. She had servants and many other slaves to entertain herself with, but as usual she got bored with the males and thought she would try a different approach, instead she would get a female slave for herself to take home. Lilli was about five foot five inches, but with her stilettos on she stood about two inches higher, her long bushy white tail swaying her from under her skirt, and her ears were just as bright snowy white as her tail, at the moment they were perked up as she walked alone through the street, looking in various shops, her long dark red hair flowing behind her as she came to stop at the slave shop, her ice blue eyes looking in and seeing the kitsune, Lilli was rather pale, but her skin what a pearly white and as soft as silk. Looking up at the girl she looked her over for a moment before stepping inside and making her way around to see the girl in the window on display. Seeing her price she did not stray toward the others instead she looked over the girls fur and skin, just looking her over quietly before looking up at her with a soft smile, What is your name pet? She asked in her soft kind voice, tilting her head a little as she looked over the girl once more.
Thread: The Kitsune slave (Vixen_Mistress and I)

Like all previous customers as Lilli approached the young kitsune's display window she quickly rose from her velvet pillow and forcibly wagged her tail in attempt to appear joyful of a possible mistress. However unlike previous visits from potential customer the Kitsune attempted to add the 'sad puppy dog eyes' trick as if to make her more adorable for purchase. My name is Slave nine four Nebula Constellation seven four five eight replied the Kitsune with an almost programmed response when the Lilli asked for her name. It appeared that the Kitsune was obviously trained, at least according to her response. Furthermore it also seemed oblivious to the Kitsune that Lilli wanted her actual name. In the meantime when a store clerk passed by the Kitsune then attempted to rub up against the glass trying to mimic purring sound as if she was trying to put on a show not to get punished by the store clerks.
Thread: The Kitsune slave (Vixen_Mistress and I)

Hearing the girl answer her she tilted her head a little as she heard the long name, shaking her head as she looked back to the clerk, Does this pet have a name? She asked softly before looking back at her giving a soft sigh, I dont want a code or reference number, a name if what I would like, such as mine is Lilli, did the shop keep not give you one? She asked softly, knowing that this sometimes did happen and she was a little irritated at the thought of not giving a pet a name and allowing a master or mistress to name them didnt seem right to her, but she would wait for an answer to her questions. With a sigh she looked at the price tag, not too worried about the price of her as she looked over the rest of her, the okami girl obviously interested in this fox.
Thread: The Kitsune slave (Vixen_Mistress and I)

The clerk's eyes seem to widen as the chance of a huge commission could just been dropped on his lap. I'm sorry miss we're legally not allow to them have names and instead we have them memorize their registration number. Let me get you the paper work for the pet said the clerk. In the meantime as the Kitsune watched clerk walked away she gulped unsure if she should take a chance tell her name to her possible new owner. Mistress I use know a Kitsune by the name of Miyuki replied the Kitsune trying to be coy as she hinted her name was Miyuki but didn't want to outright say just in case one of the clerks are head. Although naturally immediately started to nervously look around as in hopes no one else over heard or that the mistress did not care.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

Take a left at that fork there..........then turn right after that river there........ said one Pokemorph trainer, Johnathan Wills as he sat in a clearing in the middle of some forest, a large map laid out over a tree stump, him sitting at the stump, intently examining the map and trying to plot a path through this forest and to the next town. While alone at this moment, he wasn't a lone traveler. He had four pokemorph companions journeying with him. Female ones at that. A Lucario, evolved from his Riolu that he had for quite a while now. She was his closest companion and dearest friend. A spunky Hitmonchan, a seductive Lopunny and cutesy, affectionate Meowth. Whilst he looked over the map, they were all out doing their own thing. Exploring, napping, whatever they felt like doing while their trainer and friend continued looking over the map. Once he called them, they'd all come back, ready to go. But for now, they had some free time to themselves to spend as they so desired.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

The girls did enjoy that John gave them time to do their own thing, in between battling and traveling. Lola , the Lopunny, was sunbathing herself at the moment, taking in the rays through the few clearings in the tall tree, murring to herself as the sun warmed up her tan fur, brushing her paws over her stomach, ears acting like sun-blinders for her. Hitomi , the Hitmonchan, was practicing, as she always did, to keep herself in top condition. Standing at a tree, she used it like a punching bag, working on her Mach Punch, holding back her elemental fists, especially the Fire Punch, considering the area. HA! A chunk of the bark went flying off the tree, clocking Mimi , the Meowth, square in the head. She had been taking a catnap nearby, whining as it hit her, rubbing her head. Ow! Watch it, Hitomi! I've told you to stop beating me up with debris. She mewled and rubbed her head more, laying back down, as the Hitmonchan chuckled to herself, going back to sparing. A bit further away, near a small stream, sat Canta , the Lucario, in a meditative position, eyes closed, paws in front of her, focused. a blue glowing aura was forming within her hands, along her form and out from her chest spike. She did this on a daily basis, to keep her bodies Aura flowing properly, keeping herself in full power. She did it not only for herself, but for Johnathan, her Master and friend, to protect and fight for him and the others. It was her job as the oldest, and she did it with pride.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

Finally plotting their course, Johanthan folded up the map and slid it into his pack that was leaning up against the stump before he got up and decided to go looking for his Pokemorph companions. It wasn't time to go, he just wanted some company and see how they were doing, eventually coming upon Hitomi and Mimi after the latter got whacked by the debris, having seen what happened as he came up. Got one to the head again, huh? he asked the Meowth with a smile as he knelt down next to her and affectionatley ruffled her hair a little bit. And in top form as always Hitomi. he added, complementing the Hitmonchan as he looked up at her.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

Mimi mewled softly as John pet her, nuzzling against his hand, tail swishing. Meow, yes, Master. Hitomi's being a bully again! Hitomi scoffed and punched a hole through the tree, pulling her fist back as she adjusts her knuckles. I'm just training, and you know that. I've warned you not to stand too close, cat. She smiled and moved over to them, sitting beside John and Mimi, relaxing a little as Mimi nuzzled Johnathan more, purring, being the affectionate 'kitten' she was. Are we getting ready to head out once more, Master? Hitomi asked, looking up at him, looking over her shoulder towards where Canta was at, with Lola being just a little bit away from their current spot. I believe Canta's off that way, Master, doing her meditation.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

Nah, no need to rush. It's a good idea to take what time we can to relax. John replied, relaxing as he started scratching Mimi behind her ear, knowing how much she liked that. But, you two really need to start getting along better. This keeps up, I may very well stop giving the little kitten her favorite treats, or entering little miss battle maniac in tournaments. he said, smiling. He wasn't really all that serious. Mimi was too cute and Hitomi........well, Hitomi was just sexy after her work outs in that nice little outfit of hers when she got all sweaty, so he couldn't resist either. And, as always....... he added, when Canta was mentioned. He knew she'd be doing that. He of course, wanted to go over there and talk, but decided not to interrupt one of her sessions, instead electing to contiue petting Mimi while lounging next to Hitomi.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

Mimi was purring contently, rubbing and nuzzling into John, tail swishing a mile a minute,loving when he gave her ears such great attention, sounding like an adorable little kitten with of her noise. Hitomi was sitting quietly at his side, leaning against him, taking a breather. Though, both girl, in unison, shot their eyes open and stared right at him, speaking at the same time, No! We'll get along, we promise! This, of course, was something they've said before, but always did try and mean it when their favorite things were threatened to be taken away. Mimi mewled and pawed at his side, while Hitomi tugged his side from the other side of him, having surprisingly good use of her fingers through the boxing gloves. Lola mumbled quietly, lifting her ear off her eye, glancing towards her trainer and her 'party-mates', as it were. Yawning, the Lopunny slowly sat up, letting her long legs unfold from their position as she stood, brushing her fur off. Sauntering her way over, she leaned down, resting her arms on John's shoulders, resting her head on the paws to plant a little kiss on his head. There you are, Master. I was enjoying my sunbathing a little too much. Got everything panned out, now? She nuzzled herself into his back a little, smiling as her 'perfect' body rubbed into his clothes. Canta felt her ear twitch lightly, knowing the others had gathered by now, but kept her concentration on her task at hand, the light of her aura glowing ever brighter, giving off a particular sort of warmth to those close enough to it.
Thread: The Journey~me and Gwath Canta

For the most part. And nice tan. John replied, joking obviously considering Lolas body was covered in smooth, fine fur, meaning she actually couldn't get a tan. But, she was the most flirtacious member of the group, as well as the one most concerned about her looks, so it was their unique kind of way of joking around. What a life he had. Three beautiful ladies pressing up against him affecitonately with a fourth off to the side, sending warm feelings into them. He couldn't help but laugh lightly at Mimi and Hitomi speaking at the same time in fear of their punishment. It was just too cute. With a relaxed sigh, he just sat there, relaxing with three of his pokemorphs pressed up against him, still scratching Mimi while his free arm went around Hitomis slender waist and held her close while he leaned back lightly against Lola. Good life indeed.....