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Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

She yelped at the strikes to her back, the suddenness of them nearly starling her into letting her front collapse. The warmth of Pestilence's touch made the heat of the sting all the worse, and paired with the ache in her muscles and joints it was enough to bring tears to her eyes. Gritting her teeth against the bit she pushed herself to maintain the set speed, arms and legs trembling. Despite her best efforts she faltered for a brief moment before pushing past and returning to the faster speed before a correction was made. Her struggle this time was not to rebel, but to obey despite the wishes of her body. And when she was made to stop before the imps her arms gave out and she knelt with her chest and cheek against the ground. Panting she steeled herself for another reprimand, the muscles in her back tensing with anticipation. Morgan expected it to come, and would push herself up when and if it did, but until then she took the moment to rest. Relaxing her jaw she tried to ease the ache in her teeth and gave another fuitless effort to push the bit out with her tongue. The first tears slipped silently down her cheeks, and she did nothing to hide them. How could so many souls clamor to do this so eagerly? Could it be that this was a better alternative than the other punishments that took place here? She didn't know. Morgan wasn't even sure she wanted to. But she did know she didn't want to stay here, or playing horse for a bearer of the apocalypse. She had to get rejudged. Had to prove this wasn't where she belonged. And kneeling there she told herself she would. All she had to do was be patient.
Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

As her horse responded and pushed to make it the last of the distance Pestilence was pleased. While she did enjoy the breaking down of a soul she also cared about them like a loving mother. There was a balance to be found between harsh punishment and gentle love, one that she would soon display again to her new steed. As Morgan slumped forward onto the ground Pestilence, without missing a beat, simply rolled off the saddle like nothing was amiss and moved forth to speak with the imps for a few moments. Morgan Sommers. Chemical warfare, though she also made cures. Tell Lucifer that I'll take good care of her as it is time for me to leave, I'll see you in another few decades perhaps. The little creatures commonly rotated jobs in the layers of hell and so it was impossible to note where they would be, though the riders didn't really care. They were simply servants of the lowest form and not truly worthy of consideration, even they themselves knew this but could do nothing but accept it. As the black-skinned creatures scampered off to deliver the news Pestilence spun on her heels and gazed upon her exhausted little pony. Such fragile things they were, but she would make her strong in time. A few slow steps saw the rider approach Morgan before she squatted down and placed her ungloved hand upon her horses cheek in a calming and caring manner. The rider's flesh was a smooth gray in color and again held a warmth that quickly spread to Morgan's face from the contact. You are doing great White. Keep working hard and it will get easier. Her hand continued to rub against her face for a few passing moments before she reached out to grasp the edges of the bit, immediately upon her touch the bit peeled away from Morgan's teeth as the rider pulled it free from her mouth entirely. Pestilence wasn't going to leave her to her own guidance though as she reached up and grabbed hold of the reins but without the bit in place they simply were attached to the bridle and there was no true discomfort there as she tugged to indicate White should follow behind. Pestilence turned away and began to walk slowly away as she slipped on her white glove once more. Within moments a small yellow tear appeared before her, growing outward in a twisting pattern until it was a full glowing and humming portal. Only Pestilence would know that it led to Earth, or at least one of the infinite number of Earth's that stretched throughout the dimensions. Morgan's reality was safe for now, but the similarities would certainly prove difficult for her to adjust to. It might be asking a lot of her new steed to follow her through the portal, but should she cooperate it would lead them to Europe. Specifically the rolling green hills of Italy and the vast vineyards of the country. A nice and peaceful place to begin her work, and not too difficult for her horse to adapt to in terms of weather. The uneven terrain was another thing entirely of course but she would have to build stamina somehow. Last edited Sep 11, 2018
Thread: A Horse for Pestilence (Lord DreamCrusher/Iridel)

Morgan was too tired to pretend that gentle touch wasn't appreciated. After the day she'd had and the things she'd been through, even that little bit of kindness soothed her. Unthinkingly she pressed into the warm touch, feeling the heat spread through her face. It wasn't unlike having a fever, but Pestilence stopped just as it became uncomfortable. Having the bridle removed was a relief. Her tongue swept over her now free teeth, and she stretched her jw a little to work out the ache in it. There was a brief moment of hesitation as she tugged towards the portal, but she simply didn't have the energy to resist. Besides, how much worse could it get? She found her obedience rewarded by a cool breeze and rolling green hills. Morgan recognized it as Earth, but it was somewhere she hadn't been. Looking out at the scenery she took a moment to admire it before she followed the rider's lead. But not before making one small request. Could I walk instead of crawl? Please? The please was added as an afterthought. Morgan didn't want to seem like she was making demands, and being polite could only help her chances of getting to stand and walk like a person.
Thread: Mx Female Valen's Lounge: A Dom Longing for Subs

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Thread: Mx Female Looking for long term female partners!

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Thread: Mx Any Fun, Kinky, Smutty Sissy Prompts

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Thread: Mx M or F Daddy's Special One (CLOSED)

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Thread: Mx Female Cannon and original plots looking to start

Bump also because I guess I need to update my post count or risk not being able to send messages Last edited Oct 21, 2018
Thread: Mx Female Cannon and original plots looking to start

Bump, for whatever reason craving some Toph from Avatar and Violet from Incredible. Others still open as well
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Thread: Mx Female Cannon and original plots looking to start

Post new years bump? Still would love an Incredibles rp and I haven't gotten a chance to do it I understand it's basically asking for a cannon and almost OC pairing. If someone had a different cannon of a franchise I know Id love to play that in return!
Thread: Mx Female Cannon and original plots looking to start

Bump again since no messages earlier this week. I'm be around for a couple hours this evening if anyone wants to plan something.
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Thread: Beyond Saving

The Black Willow Forest was a place most grim in appearance, where the leaves were few and of a darker tone, and the setting sun was the only glimpse of physical, tangible hope is this miasmic land. Which is precisely why it was the perfect place to insert a graveyard, a graveyard for humanity and the sapient races of the land to place their dead loved ones so that their bones could be left undisturbed and their loved ones could be memorialised. The dominant species within these lands were the predatory wolves and the scavenging ravens. They were united by a single leader - the Valravn . This beast, with the frontal body of a raven and the hind of a wolf, with a chimerical body arrangement akin to a gryphon, was a monster that ruled over its brethren. The result of a raven that had eaten the corpse of a fallen, valiant warrior in battle, it was more intelligent than most monsters, and was more benevolent as well, despite what word might say. That was not much, persay, for we all know that most monsters were the very opposite of this trait. The Valravn watches over a petite girl who was eating fresh from a gazelle, unfortunate to be hunted by her. Its blood splattered over her nude figure as her fangs sank into it. The frontal fringes of her dirty blonde hair were starting to turn red as well. The girl looks at the Valravn in the eyes and howls. In response, the monster sank its beak into the prey and began to pick at its flesh, eating alongside the wild girl as a large, beating night-hued wing covered the girl like a blanket. Who knows how many of such moments they were going to have together again? Bravo! Bravo! Beside Elisa, the sound of clapping was heard as the puppet and puppeteer did the performances. This man , the one who stood beside her, was described to be blonde in hair, emerald in eyes and fair in skin. He wore a hood, uncloaked to reveal his entire face. He wholeheartedly enjoyed the marvel, based on his smile, and he even smiled throughout the puppet exposing the fat man's trysts and crimes, as if he saw them as part of the greater act. It has been a long time since I have been to such a show, the man converses with Elisa, I never remembered them being this real, but it's good to see something I thought was gone so long ago. I assume that you are here to relive some old times as well, young miss? The man then saw the sight - a knight walking up to the puppeteer. He crossed his arms and looked at the sight, awaiting its development.
Thread: Beyond Saving

The swirling chatter and conversation that had erupted around Dolly's theatrical display of blunt musings, sing song accusations, and devilish puppetry had finally begun to simmer now that the porcelain would be witch had moved along on her merry way. Business as usual began to resume around the various merchant stalls in the small township as the voices of salesmen and women filled the air. They pointed fingers, beckoned to strangers, waved for their attentions all in effort to draw them in for a sale. Smelling opportunity the traveling merchant leaned forward to cast his greedy gaze around the crowded market. The snub nosed somewhat plump merchant in a loose tan cotton shirt and heavy worn brown pants caught sight of the pair nearby. To him they looked like a noble couple, surely they had plenty of wealth to share. M'lord! He exclaimed towards the red haired creamy skinned vixen and the nearby young gentleman that stood at her side. M'lady! Workman like clean hands, full of callouses and dirty nails waved for their attention. I do hope your having a splendid day, name's Travis, and.. He paused for dramatic effect as he gestured towards his covered wagon where a dulled once fanciful sign hung that read Travis's Trinkets. ..this is Travis's Trinkets. Before the pair could even get a word in edge wise the exuberant merchant pushed forward with his sales pitch. You look like a discerning couple, of refined tastes and exceptional palettes. His hands were already pushing a wide and stocky silver goblet forward along with a dark hand blown glass bottle decorated with flowing elven script. I have this fine rare elven vintage of wine to offer, a rich and deep merlot, sparkling with an effervescent tone of floral and oaken notes. The goblet is included, crafted by the very hands of the recluse wizard Edward Hallengast himself. His smile beamed infectiously as his eager eyes bounced between the pair. It might be magic, it might not, he threw it in for free and I'm willing to pass the savings on down the line to you, all for, oh, twenty gold crowns. His right brow rose and perched as he adjusted the fit of his shirt around his tanned neckline. If that doesn't interest you, have a look around, please. I have plenty of other things for sale. Disiyir sat there, looking rather like a finely crafted silver goblet, though deep within molded silver his restless spirit stirred. The passing attraction and chaos that consumed the area about Dolly had risen him from his stupor. Now though his little beady eyes looked outwards towards the duo that the merchant was working to pawn him off too. They wouldn't notice his puckered lips, or the way he stared at the breasts of Elisa before he guzzled down a bottle of wine. No, he was just simply one of the many figures molded into the silver goblets decorative body. It was a jovial scene, full of revelry, of nude men, women, and fairy folk, all taking part in a party that was excessive in every degree. Last edited Sep 26, 2018
Thread: Beyond Saving

Oh.. well, look at that! Guilt killed the man in the end! Oh, that is hilarious! Dolly was caught laughing when Xavier answer her previous question before the man died. SHe even nudged the man with her foot just to make sure he was stone cold dead. Karma was such a bitch and Dolly enjoyed being best friends with her. Wanting to take this somewhere a little more private, eh? , the woman teased with a wicked smile, Bound and gagged? No need to threaten me with a good time Xavier Riverborne. There was no struggle on her part. Scarred wrists were bound together behind her back and the position and pushed her breasts forward. The ragdoll went limp and fell to the floor as his master was hauled off and escorted to a stone building with a fence of spiked posts around the perimeter. Torches lined a wide hall with smaller halls branching off of it. For now, the woman was tossed in a cell and locked in. Fuckin witch' , one of the guardsman spat out before the cell door closed with a clan and was locked in place. The easily entertained woman did a split on the spot and there she sat for a moment with her head tilting from side to side. Don't worry he will return. Even you as his mother should understand that curiosity eating within the pit of his stomach, besides!! I get a new friend! The voices of demons and lost souls bickered within her head and it comforted Dolly. To not hear them AND be along with drive her to true madness and probably death. Even with a gag, she hummed a tune while rocking back and forth within her split position. Her flexibility was something to be admired and it was a nice bonus to some friends. The ragdoll sat upon the dirty ground, walked and trampled on by the time his master was long gone. Out of nowhere, the thing stood up on its two feet. Stealth was the game and it had to find its owner. Feet, feet everywhere. His owner was directionally impaired to the max, so there was no way he could use her judgment to find her whereabouts. This woman had escaped death by the skin of her teeth numerous times. More often than not she was bruised and bloodied up, but alive, none the less.
Thread: Beyond Saving

The damned doll was running and when he was snagged, his only thought was, Oh fuck . He was the latest soul to be summoned into the doll. In his last life, his name was Petrov and was a sneaky thief with a fetish for untouched flesh. Messed with the wrong woman and then he died. Fucked up, yes, but it happened. His soul was extracted from the endless black stream of an abyss where they floated and he found himself in a new body! It was a damned doll. Even worse... Dolly was frightening. Mind you the man had been six foot eight, beefy, and very strong. This woman would revel in pain and had a dexterity and flexibility to shock all. The things he'd seen her do would shake a man to his core they have him mesmerized and curious to see what she could do with him. He had to find Dolly. He'd rather inhabit the doll than float around for the rest of his days in the abyss of the damned. What kind of witchcraft was this? He was trapped! Now, this was a fuckin' witch if he'd ever seen one. Albeit a damn sexy one, but a witch none the less. Do you want me to talk? He finally responded after being tossed about like a... well, a ragdoll, and stashed away. You're the only one that can hear me so don't go actin' like my damn master. Dolly's got some new guests in that head of hers. The guy's mother and the dead man's ex-wives. A set of naggin bitches they were. I'd iv killed em' myself if they wouldn't shut up. Either way, her mind is fucked up with demons and lost souls. She was just tryin' to help. What she said is true, he did kill em and that unborn baby too... Petrov had a tendency to never shut up well, which was fine with Dolly. Simply white noise. Ey! What the hell, we're not here for shoppin' ya gonna help me free Dolly or not? Not that there was much that could be done if he was stuck with the woman. If he stuck with the woman long enough and didn't see Dolly after the full moon then his soul would be kicked out of the doll.
Thread: Beyond Saving

The exasperated voice of the peddling salesman called Travis faded, the enthusiasm sinking away as his waiting fingers swept the coins back into his possession. Lips twitched as the coins were deposited in his personal pouch upon his belt and a hand moved to shove the bottle of wine along towards the lady. They clenched instead though, and as the obvious sorceress turned her back towards him they silently drew the bottle away. Brows twitched while fingers pinched a single coin as his inquisitive eyes inspected it. Satisfied, Travis was about turned away when he caught sight of the imprisoned doll out of the corner of his eyes. He stared with a slack jaw for a moment, and then swore to himself that the hideous looking doll just looked at him. Leaving the bottle of faux elven merlot on the table he swiftly went to search out his next customer from the far end of his stall. Dizzy through mead and wine, Disiyir peered out from his silver goblet imprisonment. Blood shot eyes watched in disjointed amusement as the hand of Elisa swept him off the table. The landscape around him swung and blurred with the sudden movement before he found himself deposited in the abundant contents of her shopping bag. The tawny horned fey creature went to try to stand up, but found his wobbling legs failing him. With a splash of his ass, he dropped back onto his haunches. His gaze settled on one, no two, now three, then back to one misshapen doll enclosed in the glow of runes. Oh, that looks familiar. His beleaguered slurred tongue belched out. Now, where the blimey, fuck did I put that.. Hazed over eyes drew his gaze around himself as his body swayed to and fro while shifting about on his hind. ..Oh, there ya are, ya sweet nectar of the gods you are! He fell over onto his side then as his hands tangled with a clay pitcher that he sank the spout of against his lips. The wine spilled and flowed down his open mouth, splashing out what wasn't swallowed and soaking the roots of his thick ever long beard with the royal purple color of wine. He barely paid mind to where he was off to now as he let out a loud belch. His hard ebony hooves crossed while he stared upwards at the swirling skies that the yawning opening of the bag afforded view of. Hairy hands slid to his side and retrieved a set of pan pipes which he brought up to his purple stained lips. The pleasant sound of a a little rambling discordant drunken ditty was woven into the air. No one would hear it though, they never did hear anything, until they drank from the goblet. Perhaps the doll could, but he hadn't considered that possibility, hell he didn't even know it was possessed.
Thread: Beyond Saving

Xavier stood as he watched the constables lead the crazy witch away, he felt as if he had just been in a brawl, not physically but emotionally. His heart pounded in his chest, a burst of adrenaline preparing his body for a physical fight that wasn't going to happen, it was his soul that was in peril. He needed a drink, much of his training involved keeping his emotions in check, a calm dispensation of justice was required to maintain order in the realm. The way he had shaken the poor pitifully mad creature made him feel ashamed, he had nearly lost control. Part of him wanted to strangle her, to silence the words that reached so deep into him, violating him in a way he had never felt before. The other part of him wanted to take her body for his own pleasure, the flesh of a woman outside of marriage was a sin he had hazarded more than he should, but to take a woman by force that was something else entirely. He had never crossed such a line, but for a moment he had been ready to do so, craved it like nothing he had craved before. It was as if all the passion he had bottled up inside of him was desperate to escape. Once Dolly was no longer in sight, Xavier blinked his eyes as if awaking from some kind of trance. He turned to head back into the town proper, there was a tavern near where he stabled his horse, he would mull things over then head to mad girl's cell. He passed a familiar face, a thief and swindler he had run out of more than one town. Normally he would have stopped and searched his wares, roughed him up a little, make him feel like it might be best to move along. Today though, with everything that was swirling inside of him, he had to make do with a stern glance, just enough to let Shorty know he knew he was there and would be keeping an eye on him. Walking into the tavern the general merriment of the town was on full display. Oh how he had craved such company just a short hour or so ago, but now he wanted to be alone. He ordered a shot and a chaser at the bar, but took it to a table to sit alone. His adoptive father had always told him his parents were poor but pious peasants, drowned in a tragic flood. He was found miraculously floating in a basket, an almost biblical beginning for a child. Raised to value the discipline of the Order as the salvation of society above the chaos of the beasts both around and within humans. He thought on Mad Dolly's words, had she been right about the fat man and his wives? Was it guilt or witchcraft that killed him? If she was right about the fat man, could she be right about his parents? Would he really throw away a lifetime of dedication for something so mad? He tossed back his shot but mulled over the chaser as he thought. He was tempted to have more but the last thing he needed was to be fogged with alcohol as he questioned Dolly and her demons, as well as his own.