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Thread: Alcohols :D

Who I drink with dictates what I drink, to be honestly. However, I primarily drink Barcardi Breezers. The exotic things I enjoy drinking include Sambuca and Gin I like tasting Christmas. My favorite beer is anything Rickard's, but Rickard's Red has to be the most favorable. I will drink ANY, and I mean ANY kind of beer. All beer tastes amazing to me. I drink rum and vodka straight. Absolutely 100 percent straight, right from the bottle. That's a habit from my football party days, used to drink with the whole team. I'll drink anything that calls under the Mike's Hard category. I also enjoy Jack Daniel's. Shirley Temples and Zombies taste fantastic, too. I absolutely HATE Kahula and wine unless it's Boone's.
Thread: Alcohols :D

It is very rare that I drink and even when I do, I don't drink any of these hard mixed drinks that could knock out an elephant. I'm happy with a glass of wine if I am entertaining a woman or a glass of hard apple cider if I'm with the guys.
Thread: Alcohols :D

Anything Bacardi. 3
Thread: Alcohols :D

I have never understood the whole Do you drink? question. If you would say that in my country people would just look at you, not knowing how to handle the situation. Me? I prefer lots of beer, vodka, gin and a good mojito is never wrong.
Thread: Alcohols :D

SG1990 said --Hahvoc Requiem-- said Vodka Cherry Amp Mike's hard lime Orange Amp delicious Click to expand... That sounds amazing. Click to expand... It really is. But you gotta be careful with it because if you put in too much vodka, the caffeine will speed it through your system and you'll get super drunk really quick.
Thread: Alcohols :D

Goldschlager Jagermeister minty explosion
Thread: Alcohols :D

Goldschlagger coke cinnamon coke. 3 Yum.
Thread: Weekend in the Woods (Lexzira and MasterOfWhispers)

This was so stupid! Von thought to herself as she shifted the back pack of camping supplies. Sure she loved to camp, but the idea that all her friends believed in ghost, or demons, or hell knew what else was so irritating. She'd camped her with her family for years... Well not exactly where she was now, but in the woods just in different places. The sun was already setting when Von found what would make a good camp site. With a heavy sigh she dropped her bag onto the ground. A few drops of sweat had formed on her brow from the trek to this place. Her hair was slightly knotted but she didn't care. Von bent down next to her pack and began fishing out everything she needed right then and there. The first thing was the tent, then she could focus on other bits. Locating the tent in her bag was easy, putting it together was hard and took her into early night. With the tent pitched her lanter lit and sleeping bag laid out half way out of the tent things were starting to look more like a camp site. Von grabbed the baggy of gram crackers from her bag and laid down staring at the stars. It's a waste of time to go hunting for the surpernatural but at least it's a good time to camp. Von mumbled to herself, enjoy the quiet bliss of the night.
Thread: Weekend in the Woods (Lexzira and MasterOfWhispers)

It was a fool moon, the noises of the forest silent. Well silent accept for the woodland creatures that come out hunting in the night. Standing over the hill of the forest two figures appeared, one Woman in black robes adorning long lavender colored hair, another a smart grey suit, bearing horn rimmed glasses. He had dark hair, and a slim but well built body. The two figures were looking down at the fire. The black haired one stared down a the fire eagerly. His eyes tracing every detail of the girl who also has black hair. Your part of the Veil, part of the world in the shadows. With that there comes certain responsiblities. Do you know what those are? Spoke the purple haired figure. Yes Mistress Lynette. Feed with out disruption without death, and never betray the existence of our timeless breathern. The black haired man responded. Exactly Micah, And tonight will be the first night where you'll be taking on the responsibilties of a fully fledged vampire... Lynette nodded. It was only six months ago since Micah was embraced as a vampire. During those six months Micah had to learn the customs and techniques befitting of one of their kind. Be it magics which hide his presence or etiquette among the clans. After months of learning. Micah was finally ready to join vampire society, but before doing that he must take one final test to prove that he was suited for the responsibilities of one for his station. Are you ready? As ready as I'll ever by my dear mistress. Micah said with an eager smile. Lynette smiled inwardly. Ah such was the behavior of new immortals. Micah closed his eyes. Muttering in a long lost language forgotten by man but known by his vampiric brothers and sisters. The clouds darkened and mist began to surround the forest. It was almost ready. Micah first hunt as a vampire. Remember Micah feed without killing, and when modifying memories. Do it without leaving inconsistencies. Lynette said with a rather commanding tone in her voice. Micah nodded, descending slowly on to the encampment. His thoughts working furiously as he began to see which figure he should feed on. This was going to be a rather interesting night.
Thread: Slave rp

Slave rp as in, you being the Dom type? -please god, please let it be a yes-
Thread: Slave rp

xxTearsOfAWolfxx said Want a Bondage Rp Hardcore. Or Gorean Slave R. Master has to be by Gorean book. 3 That's what I'm looking for. Also some Yaoi Slave rps. 3 Pm me. Click to expand... arr you la kajira girl?
Thread: Slave rp

guess not
Thread: Slave rp

Drake said xxTearsOfAWolfxx said Want a Bondage Rp Hardcore. Or Gorean Slave R. Master has to be by Gorean book. 3 That's what I'm looking for. Also some Yaoi Slave rps. 3 Pm me. Click to expand... arr you la kajira girl? Click to expand... ?? Who?
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Drake said you.. Click to expand... If thats a actual name of someone on here, or was. I am not that person. I do RP as a Kajira though. In Gorean Roleplays
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I'm think I might be up for it, I've kinda done some research in Gorean and rather like it, don't know if I could be a master though, slave I've got down. MM. My question before I PM you is that would you be looking for a slave ?
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I meant Gor. I know Gor from book knowledge and I would love to rp it long term if you know enough of it ok?
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I know a lot about Gorean, for the most part.
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Hey sent a pm
Thread: Playing with Fire

The sky was the perfect shade of light blue as there were very little clouds in the horizion on the day Vixen got word of her father falling ill when she was at the white sand of Orlando, Florida. Her once bikini clad form was now in dark blue jeans as her high heeled boots made her short body seemed more lengthy as she stepped off from the long flight home back to New York. She recently got her master's degree in business in which she'd plan on making full use of it when her father passes on. The young 27 year old woman walked across the carpeted floors as there was barely anyone there at this time of night. Other than a few business people here and there waiting for their flights. Though Lillian looked around as her long brown hair had natural highlights, that occured from being in florida, fell to the middle of her back. She was the daughter of the Boss of the Mob family Dalika that lasted for decades. With a soft sigh a familiar old face welcomed her with a strong embrace. Welcome home, Little Lily. He chimed in but his eyes scanned the area as if anyone knew Lillian returned suddenly then there was trouble in the family and their rivals may strike hard. Before Lily could say a word he pushed her into the black car and in moments they were gone from the airport. The drive was long as they took her through the crowded streets to the more high end area of New York. Lily knew the drill on not saying a word until they were safe in their own homes. Shortly they have arrived to an expensive apartment complex with Lily bein glead to her new apartment. Little did she know a young man had spotted her and knew her well as they ran together in high school. The young blonde haired man flipped his visor down and sped off to his head quarters to tell his boss what he's seen. The man knew the back roads and how to avoid cops at any cost. That skill made him a messenger and spy. It didn't take him long to reach the Boss's house but with respect he took the darken helmet off and slipped his boots off before entering his wonferul home. Sir...I have good news and bad news. I've done some digging and found out the Boss of the Dalika family is ill but.. He paused as he wasn't sure if this was bad or good news on their part. His daughter, Lillian. Is in town. If she's back more than likely she's in charge for now. He stood there as he was 61 but trembling as he was familiar with this man's power and knew if he fucked up his life would end within thirty minutes or less.
Thread: Playing with Fire

Daniel regretted this move, every day he lamented the dumbassery that he'd landed himself in. The decision in question was his, in retrospect, retarded idea to take over a gang. It wasn't that hard, not for someone with about 3.2 billion at his disposal, an armory that would make most of the collective gun nuts in America weep, and over 50 Years of surmised time to kill. Or in this regard, assassinate. He hadn't even bothered to hide that he was the one who buried a bullet in the former leaders head. The bullet had been inscribed Daniel H Carver along with his address. True, they were down five guys after that incident, plus the Cleaner that had gone psycho on them after seeing what Daniel had done to the men. Vicious. Vicious was a good word. There were few as Vicious and... Confusing as he was. First, He refused to contribute his own funds to their operations, citing that they didn't need them. He did, however, contribute his armory, except a few personal weapons. Next was the expansion of their territories, taking over most of the city, except for the Dalika family. He hadn't so much as touched them, citing that they were to abscond, rather than engage any of their forces. Unfortunately, the newly renamed Carver family refused to allow him to participate in most of the Dangerous assignments. He was the boss, yet still restricted. Most of is time was spent dealing with low lifes who thought they could take in cuts. His only real joy was that he got to shoot people. Alot. That's when the messenger had adruptly entered his office, without knocking no less, and told him the news. Lillian? He hadn't heard that name for a while. She was off in Orlando or something, or had been as the case seemed. Daniel drew his family magnum from his coat and shot the helmet out of the spy messengers hand. You do not enter my office without knocking, you understand that? I would not come to your home, opened the door and proceed to accost you with information without first knocking. We are a Mafia, not a Gang. You knock, you show respect, you watch your tongue around women and you show your prey some amount of civility before you put a bullet between their eyes. These are the only things I ask of you all, things that are simple enough that alot of American's even get it, but you seem to forget each and every time The black haired male shook his head, then bored down his amber gaze, the vibes he was giving off made the 200 pound, muscular male seem twice as large, just the sheer threat of what he could do made himself seem bigger some how He straightened out the grey suit jacket he wore as he strode around the table I want you to go and get our most Charming man, I think Trevor was his name, and I want you to give him express orders to wine, dine and seduce our rivals daughter. I want her spilling everything she knows about her fathers operations, otherwise I'll be paying a visit to his house an dhe'll find out just how hot burning wood gets
Thread: Playing with Fire

The messenger flinched as his helmet was shot out of his hand but he didn't move as he was told to get Trevor. I do apologize sir but if she's here then there will be problems...Also...She's disgusted by charming men. Thought you wanted to know since she just showed up at her apartment. He said as he backed off picking his helmet up and walked off to find Trevor. He Back at Lillian's apartment she sat on her couch hearing about her father's illness was stable but there was no improvement or decline in his health. Thats good... Now.. She said as she sipped on her white wine with her emerald eyes staring at the men. What is the problem here? The old man who was the right hand to her father licked his thin lips as he shifted in his chair. Well, our rivals got a new boss and he's claiming everything. This started when your father's health was starting to go down. He said but noticed Lillian's eyes sparked. Oh a challenge... She said as she got to her feet walking to the large windows that looked over New York streets. They were busy as she assumed but she shifted as her white blouse fitted to her curvy form. What does this family have? Power and forces that making ours shakey at best. We're struggling, Lily. that family may be a power house but with your brains maybe you can over throw this man. The old man said as he looked at the woman who he remembered in pink sun dresses when she was five years old. Her hair in pig tails and her father beaming with joy from that day on. I'm going to hit this fucker where it hurts. She said smirking as her soft pink lips sealed the rim of her glass with her finishing off the wine. Silently she bidded the men a good night as she went to bed. The following few days she could be seen running the streets and through the parks until her body had a thin layer of sweat. Though Lillian was approached by a charming young man several times on her runs but she turned them away until she saw a familiar face when she stood in front of a fruit stand. Jimmy? She called out only to see the Messenger darting away. Lillian took off at a sprint trying to follow him but he was quicker than she was. Soon Lillian stood on a busy street corner in her short shorts and her sports bra trying to find her old high school friend who just vanished for no reason in her mind. Her long hair was tied back from her face with her sighing in disappointment with her walking away as she didn't realize she was being tracked by Trevor. The young man knew not to use the gang method to be a so called hero in a woman's eyes. The red haired man walked over and bumped right into Lillian. Oh I'm sorry ma'am... He said only to see her smile and walk away. He stood there shocked she didn't give him a second look. Ma'am! Hold on! He began to chase her only to see men nearby giving him nasty looks. He had noticed some of them following Lillian at a distance but remained out of her sight atleast. Soon he ducked away calling Carver. Hello, Sir...She's to well gaurded and...She's blown me and several men off form the looks of it. Sorry sir I can keep trying and hope she caves in.
Thread: Playing with Fire

Daniel had spent most of the day lazing around, mostly because everyone was worried that the Suicidal Soldier would be targeted by Lillian. They seemed to forget why people used to call him that. At any rate, the Dalike family didn't even know he was the leader of the Carver family. They could find no information on him being in the military, having been in a covert squad that even the President hadn't known about. The only things they could find about him were that his parents had died when he was 18 years old, and that their only son had taken to drinking and womanizing in the light of this tragic event. After that, nobody had heard from him, it was as if the man had disappeared from the planet. The house that his family owned had been left to rot, and over the course 17 years, the house had gained infamy as being the local haunted house, that the ghosts of the family members still haunted it's halls. Long story short, they had no idea who he was or what he looked like. And now he was currently sitting at the window of a skyscraper, drinking vodka out of a flask. Don't bother, I'll handle this Daniel said before hanging up the phone If anyone were to describe Daniel, had they survived an encounter with him, they would find that he was more imposing that his body type would suggest, not saying he was imposing on his own but his aura seemed to make him more so 6'3, built like a tank with fairly light skin, his body had scars in various places, including one on his cheek. Each one had a story, a long and intensely strange story. He noticed Lillian running below, raising an eyebrow as he got up and started to head down. Just as she was running by, he opened the door and oofed when she ran right into him. He gave a low growl as he looked at her, saying Watch where you're going why don't you?
Thread: Playing with Fire

Lillian nearly fell to her ass as she felt like she ran into a brick wall. Though quick on her feet as she looked up at the towering man and rolled her eyes with her moving around him. You try running on these crowded streets and not running into anyone. She snapped back at him though she did notice the scar on his cheek and her weakness was men with scars. Soemthing about that just made her weak in the knees. True, she saw how charming men worked and that turned her off of them and could spot them a mile away. With her moving away from Daniel she looked around seeing the main streets were crowded and with her heading back to her place to shower it'd take awhile. Sighing as she darted down a alley way as she use to take them when she and Jimmy were runnign from a few friends. Smiling as she walked down them ignoring the sense that she was being watched from the shadows. She was remembering her old best friend she did have a crush on long ago wondering why did he run from her when she yelled for him. Him of all people would have been happy to see her returning to their old grounds. Rubbing her eyes as she was close to tears as her once carefree world had turn into a dangerous business. I see a kitten has lost her way... A harsh voice called out from the shadows making Lillian turn around on teh balls of her feet seeing she wandered into the area of a local gang. Lillian crused as she backed away seeing she was unarmed and none of her men were nearby. So she did what she could think of run. In a flash she was running down the alley way trying to find a way out but soon she was tackled into a brick building making her cry out in pain. Slightly dazed as Lillian elbowed the man who tackled her which gave her enough room to spin around. Wrong move asshole! She snapped as she grabbed his head and yanked it down onto her knee, busting his lips open. Her once sparkling emerald eyes were cold and dark as she was faced with another man but she kicked high upside his head though another ambushed her punching her hard in the gut knocking the wind out of her. Gasping for air as she stumbled backwards against the brick wall trying to breath though she got another hit but this time to the head knocking her off her feet as she hit the ground hard, dazed as she couldn't move.
Thread: The Huntress's Last Day of Freedom [Himeko x ForeverMischievous]

The forest was quiet and long as the huntress wondered around aimlessly for days, her pet staying close by at all times. Himeko was tired of this maze, tired of seeing the same damn thing. She looked down at her pet Tosho and sighed. I think we should stop here for now and get something to eat and maybe find a place to rest. She said softly as she laid her hand on his head and he nudged it in agreement. She saw a cave nearby and decided to stay there. She checked it out and noticed it was empty, which was good. Sitting her belongings down she took her bow with her and called for her pet to follow. She had to scope the area out first before actually sitting down to relax. She had the cave marked to where she'd be able to get back after she was done, but she still didn't wish to wonder too far away from it. She had covered most of the area when suddenly her pet started going nuts. What is it Tosho? She asked softly as she saw in the direction he was looking at. Just then he started running in that direction with his mistress following behind him. Wait up Tosho! She called out as she continued to follow him. Tosho finally came to a stop and was nudging a... Night Elf? What is it boy? She asked as she came in clear view of the Night Elf woman. Now being a Blood Elf and a proud member of the Horde, this Night Elf was her sworn enemy. However the woman didn't look to well. Ummm... Are you alright? She asked as she neared the woman, hoping to maybe help her out if she had to.
Thread: The Huntress's Last Day of Freedom [Himeko x ForeverMischievous]

A Blood Elf, in these forests? And a beautifull one at that? Sheetha had been suprised. So suprised, that she got intreagued. She often did, with little reason. But this time, there was plenty of reasons. She had been looking for a new subject, for a long time. Her 'Mistress' was a beautifull Night Elf, but Sheetha could never settle, with what she had. After following the Blood Elf for a while, she watched her enter her cave. She narrowd her eyes, tilting her head slightly, as a grin slowly spread on her lips. She turned around on her heals, looking over her shoulder, raising her wings to look past them, as her body started transforming, form the High Elven form, slowly getting a beautifull purple skin, blue lips, her ears changeing form the tall pointed, to lower and more heavy, yet still beautifull ears. Her eyes, with a falsh, turned from bright purple, to dark blue. The left large wing, started twisting and turning, before growing into an entity of itself, as it started twirling down Sheethas arm, like a snake. The 'former wing' formed a snakelike face, that silently hissed, as its tounge dangled from its lips. Sheetha rose her hand, with palms up, holding the snakes head, as she made a shushing sound with her lips. The snake turned silent, before it started pulling back, both wings, pulling back into their sockets, hidden from others sight. Just as it did, open wounds started turning up around her body, thick blood, pouring from them. A slash, over her stomach, and a brutal cut on her right arm, where mimiced on her body, but she made no expretion of pain. Only a wide grin, slowly spreading over her lips. A scent started imiting from her, fakeing the scent of both blood, and the alureing scent of a Night Elf. She stopped, in a small clearing, just as she heard the Blood Elf talk, and the cat approach. Her body then dropped to the floor, as if gravely wounded, and the dark bra and Thong disapeared, replaced with ripped purple clothes, ressembleing a Night Elf huntress' atire. And then she went silent, closeing her eyes. As Tosho nudged the gravely wounded Night Elf, her eyes slowly opened. The dark blue, paleing eyes slowly looked up towards the feline, blinking in dizziness, before a soft whimper escaped her lips, a hand pressed against the horrible wound on her stomach. But the whimper, was nothing like the fear, shot in her eyes, as they where put upon the woman speaking. A Blood Elf? Another enemy, of her faction. The Night Elf whimpered, trying to crawl backwards, but only able to use one arm. She slowly shook her head, the dark green hair, soaked with blood and sweat, sticking to her shoulder, and over her face. N.. No.. No P.. Please.. D.. Don't.. The fear in her face, was replaced with one of pain, as the wound on her shoulder shot a sting of pain through her body. The fear in the Night Elf's eyes, made it clear, that she didn't even hear the other Elf's words. Frightened, beyond anything. Of course. All a facade.