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Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

Sukiomie Stepping off the boat she thumped trystan in the back of the head I KNOW they have armor but it was too heavy for me! she said a bit indignantly. Crossing her arms under her chest she turned away from him hiding her blush. The rain began falling harder and the wind began blowing even harder FUCK trystan should not have gone off like that! He's gonna get us all kil--- violated! she screamed at rilia. Squinting her eyes she stared off into the direction trystan had ridden off in and shook her head and they were worried about ME doing something rash... she thought with a small smile, water running down her body in streams. Everything but her weapons all but plastered to her skin. Bloody fucking hell...do you realize how hard it's going to be fighting like this? I may as well fight completely naked! she said growling slightly. Grabbing some of the material around her breast she pulled at it trying to let her skin breath, sighing she let go of it and it stuck right back to her. Looking over at rilia she tilted her head We are both women here... she said looking back down at her clothes. Reaching back she undid the ribbon holding her hair in place and tied it around her hand. Licking the water from her lips she leaned a bit and undid the strings at her side, the material loosened slightly and she let out a breath as she undid the fastening that was just above that. The unfastened outfit opened up and started waving in the wind revealing her black lacy panties Sorry Rilia I just need to let my bloody skin BREATHE for a moment. she said looking at her apologetically. Reaching back suki re-tied her hair with the ribbon, water streaming down her exposed skin, water dripping from her breast down her exposed stomach all the way down to the line of her panties, her nipples still hard and showing clearly through her clothing. Licking the water from her lips again she rolled her shoulders Well as fantastic as this feels I suppose we should go help trystan.. she said fastening her outfit back into place. Frowning she let out a sigh and started fidgeting with the clingy material once more. Looking back at rilia she smiled and laughed a bit the wind still howling strongly Yeah...I doubt little trystan will like that very much. she said winking. Cracking her neck she grinned Oh please Kuro Feza strives in these conditions! He's a battle raven after all!. she said summoning him. Walking up to him she tossed him a treat and pet him for a bit. Stealth Kuro Feza it's go time. she said climbing onto his back.
Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

Trystan had found a small group of naga's but had yet to engage. He was crouched in a high tree, looking down as he loaded his bow and arrow. The one he was going to use was a specially crafted one, an arrow tipped with a very potent, spreading poison. He pulled back on the string, letting go quickly. The twangs of the string was concealed by a sudden peal of thunder, and the naga he hit fell quickly. They never saw it coming. The best part was, they were now looking nervously around for what had killed their sister. He loaded another arrow, pinging one in the forehead for an instant kill. He smirked, reloading his bow, his clothes still wet even though he was covered by a tree. He let loose a barrage of arrows, destroying the group and encasing one in ice. His fire arrows wouldn't be much use in this inclement weather, but the ice was very efective, especially with the breeze. He hopped onto Denfen again, waiting for the others to catch up. 'Damn, they're slow. Even Rilia with her motorcycle, they should've been here a long time ago. I wonder what's keeping them. He sighed, thinking about ways to dry off, or atleast keep the clothes from sticking to him. He sighed, unknowing that Suki was bearing down on him. He took off his shirt, revleaing his characters sinewy, lithe build. The scars on his back were personally designed by him, and some of them were sposed to represent whip scars. All the other scars, they're positions and such, were scars from his own body, ones he didn't like to show. He sighed happily as he fell to his back, laying on the wet grass and waiting for the slowpokes to catch up to him. He chuckled, thinking briefly of Suki and the way she looked in the rain. He never understood why she didn't get armor. She could always find ways to lessen the weight, and he could even help her character with the training to make it lighter. He sighed again, wonderwing what the duo were doing, and whether it was very smart coming out here alone. These naga's seemed easy enough though, and he wondered if the rumors he had heard in the other server were true or false.
Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

She squeaked as Sukiomie removed her outer wear, biting her lower lip as she found herself staring for a few moments. She remembered sheh ad done the same, shaking her head as she looked to where Trystan had gone off to. She accessed the local map that gave his distance, he was almost there already. She looked back over at her friend as she licked the water, shifting slightly on the bike. This was going to be a long game session, and she again worried about what would happen... There was no real turning back no, she wasn't just going to leave suddenly. She nodded at Suki, giving her mount the turbo item. In the corner of her screen, she saw Trystan's icon flash red, he was attacking. As they set off, she monitored him closely, he didn't seem to be getting attacked back. Seems he found a good spot! She called out over the weather and her bike, activating the turbo. It didn't take them long to arrive, and she pulled up the mini-map display, seeing him there, she silenced the bike and moved in, seeing him up there. With her armor, there was no way she could get up there. She sent a quick message to him 'We're here. get ready for the raid. ' She sent this to Suki too, then unsummoned her mount, heading towards what was left of the initial guard. After getting their responses, she charged in towards the middle of the guards, stabbing at several along the way. She grunted as they swung at her, chipping her armor slightly as her health went down. She back-pedalded, launching several aoes to keep their attention as Suki and Trystan opened up as well. She winced as several of them critted at once, shattering her shoulder slot, exposing the top of her breasts.She took a breath, and jumped slightly into the air, her body glowing slightly as she came back down with her spear into the ground. Now! She shouted, as she jumped back, all of them being pulled towards the spear, perfect for a large aoe burst, tossing one of her own as well.
Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

Trystan smiled as he eyed the dead naga's. He gave a thumbs up to Rilia and Suki, and started heading over to the lake. As he hopped down, landing quietly next to Rilia, he couldn't help but feel something was off. He had been counting on more of a challenge, but he was met with.... this. He shook his head, wondering if this was a glitch or something. Maybe the info was wrong. He sighed, slowly making his way over to the lake. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the surface start to bubble slightly. Suki was right next to it. Get away from the lake! he shouted, quickly drawing his bow, prepariong his strongest ice arrow. He was going to freeze the bastard coming up, and then wojuld come the fun part. His smile died instantly as he saw the huge male naga. Oh shit. He shook his head, snapping himself out of it as he picked up a rock and hucked it at the huge thing. Hey, dumbass! Your concubines weren't much of a challenge anyway! He smiled, watching as the ice arrow hit it's mark. The middle of the naga's forehead was soon encased in ice. Trystan exploded with laughter, seeming cool. Meanwhile, in his head, he was thinking of all the ways they could fail, and the consequences. He pulled out three fire arrows, shooting the simultaneuosly. Hopefully this would distract the monster enough so Suki could get to a safe distance. The thing looked powerful, but since it wasn't made of stone, it didn't seem very strong deffense wise. That, plus the fact that it wasn't wearing any armor. Realizing the thing had come from water, fire arrows sdidn't seem to do much damage. He loaded his regular, sharp pointed arrows, firing them like a shotgun. Every one hit the naga, yet it didn't seem very damaging either. What the hell? He groaned slightly, pulling out a last resort weapon before he had to use his swords. He put a satchel bomb onto a fire arrow, launching it into the naga's midsection. When it hit, the flames ignited the satchel bomb, and the result was rather, well, explosive. Trystan checked the monstrosities health, disappointed at the damage it did. Rilia, What's up with that thing's health? Nothing I do seems to affect it much. Not even my bomb.
Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

She winced, several of them landing a lot of crits as they neared death. The end result was her chest plate gone, and blood mixing in with the water. She sighed and plopped down as Trystan took down the last tone, taking out a hunk of bread, starting to consume it. She was breathing heavily. Jeez... that was... She started to say as she heard and saw the water ripple. She saw the absolutely massive naga emerge. Oh... shit indeed. She said, sitting up. By now, part of her chest plate had returned, but still left more missing. She was still a fair distance away. Alright, come on! The bigger they are, the harder they... She stopped, twitching a moment as he fully emerged from the water, his length hanging out a good distance. Her face flushed and she waivered a bit. Let's... not get beat... . THinking otherwise would be bad... She said, taking a moment to collect herself. Her body glowed radiantly, seeming to focus on her spear. Letting out a cry, she charged with incredible speed, invoking her deity as she attempted to run him through. Much like Trystan's attacks, hers failed, serving only to focus his attention on her. It's armor is too much! We need ma... She said as she had started to back away, then was suddenly grabbed by the naga. She cried out in pain as the Naga crushed her between his claws. She squirmed, trying to slip out. Nothing seemed to to work S-Suki, Trystan! She cried out, stabbing fruitlessly at the claws. A minute went by, the pressure increasing, her health falling rapidly now as her armor crumpled to the ground. She passed out just before she hit zero, the interface going dark. She groaned and took off the suit helmet as she waited for the re-spawn cool-down, rubbing her neck. It had been rather intense. She sighed, they really needed a magic user in their group, to get past high armor. Finally, she put the helmet back on, slipping back into the game world. Her eyes widned and she groaned as she came back in. Her entire body felt sore, and she particularly noticed a soreness between her legs. She blushed brightly, realizing that the two of them had possibly seen her body, partly hoping they had run off. She re-spawned near where they had entered the island, the weather seemed to have returned to normal. SHe sat down under the cover, sighing softly as she pinged the two of them. Back... glad you guys made it out... She sent a message to them. She cried out in pain again as her lower body twinged, pulsing. She gasped as her legs moved together, her lower half gradually becoming covered in scales. She noticed the color and style, realizing she was turning into a naga! The tail formed rapidly as she fell off the bench, squirming as she akwardly tried to 'stand' up. Her body below the waist was now completely covered in scales, otherwise naked, thankfully, still having her upper armor. I-I never read about this! She whined, pulling up the virtual interface to see what was happening.
Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

Trystan growled loudly as he saw it grab Rilia and crush the life from her. What came after allowed him to sneak off into the trees. Suki would have to fend for herself for a little bit if this plan was going to work. There was no way in hell he was going to let a snake thing rape him. As he bounded off into the trees, he called his panther. Arrows wouldn't work on that thing. Armor was too high. Only one thing besides magic could get past armor stats. You'd have to hit it in the right place, and some places would result in instant kill if they were hit. These games had quite a bit of realism in them. He climbed up to the tallest tree, checking Suki's vitals and seeing she was still ok. With the massageboard blocked for now, he lept onto the naga's head, taking out his dual swords and embedding it in the creatures skull to keep from sliding off. He made his way onto it's left shoulder, igniting a satchel bomb by it's ear. When it went off, it disorientated the naga, giving Trystan some time to stab one of his blades into it's shoulder, leap from his perch, and embed his other blade deep into the thing's spine. It might not've killed it, but it certaintly did alot of damage. He got in three more stabs before being grabbed and thrown across the field. He hit a tree hard, and his life dropped to half. The naga, coincedentally, had half health too. Suki! Hit it in the vital areas! He sent her targets, and brought his blades up just before he was grabbed again. The swords went clear through it's hands, and blood spurted from the wounds. Go, while I have it distracted! He was going to make sure this thing died. There was no way he was going to be raped by this thing.
Thread: Kiss of Embers 18+ server Razer,Kara,Me.

Fortunately, Rilia had lost connection before the actual rape had taken place, a definitive boon, considering the size difference. While she wasn't aware of it, her body was, and she felt incredibly sore, everywhere. She didn't just feel at a loss that she had been beaten, but decimated. Like everything burns... The fuck did they make they make that so hard for? She sent the message back, frowning slightly. Sure, they needed a magic user, but that was insane... She blinked a few times as Trystan logged out. Must have been a dc... not like we were going to go and try that again anyways. She said, rolling her eyes as she looked back down at herself. This wasn't supposed to be part of the game, transformations weren't part of anything... Her eyes widened, realizing something may have happened when she was out. You saw... didn't you? She asked, her face flushed darkly. J-just uh... stay there... there's some weird glitch, kinda weird. She said, closing the window as she pulled up help request, there was always several mods on, Twenty-four seven. Two minutes later, a androgynous, cloaked figure appeared, identified as male by voice only. The man stared at her curiously, down at the naga lower-body. It isn't actually a glitch, just, we're testing it out on a few monsters only, didn't want everyone to know, and get it overrun. If you could send us the feed-back log, and your specs, that would really help us out and, we'd give you some compensation, of course. He explained as he was rapidly typing on a virtual keyboard, images floating by at a speed she couldn't see. A hermaphrodite? That'll be some good data... i'm surprised they haven't approached you for testing before. Not too many play. Rilia blushed heavily again, squirming a bit as she stood up. pulling up her own keyboard. Sending the requested files and logs. Can, I er... get this undone? It's kind of weird and well... you don't want everyone else knowing, right? She asked, sighing thankfully as a second after she had asked, it was gone. The mod left then, after thanking her again, leaving her standing there, with nothing on below her waist. She was just happy to have her normal legs back, seeing the serpetine form was disconcerting. She was glad to find her armor back in her pack, and set it placing it back on, sighing softly as she waited for Suki to get there, and Trystan to get back.
Thread: Looking for an RP...

I read an RP a few days ago and I forgot where I read it and I had been reading but I could not seem to find it...it's an RP about an older woman who meets up a younger man biker and she becomes a slut for him.... Who can I ask to help me find it? Thank you for any help found it with patience and perseverance
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RE Living Together Is The Name Of The Game ansem125 and Oversea Traditionally, Walcott would spent Friday nights playing sociables at unlikely downtown bars with her favorite crew of wannabe Irish men. However, someone belonging to a different social demographic desired her attention that billowy Autumn evening. She had received a hastily written text around 8pm, virtually the instant she stepped foot out of her place of employment. Though Walcott was a science major, she was a very blessed artist with a creative hand and an outlandish sense of idealism. A friend who manned a blossoming tattoo parlor had asked if she could stop by and help him arrange a design that a patron asked for. In exchange, he would touch up one of her tattoos. A steady income had been something she lacked lacked so, in a nutshell, Walcott was in no position to turn him down. Without fail Walcott - dubbed by her last name rather then her first, Emanuele - would be up early on Saturday mornings to read the paper, sip on a luke-warm mug of hot chocolate and skim through any assignments due that week. But on this particular day something had compelled the exotic South American beauty to submit to her fatigue. Though a deep sleeper by nature, Walcott was disturbed by the sudden appearance of an unusual anomaly - a tongue flicked gingerly in and out of her ear followed by the pressure of a scaly paw on her collarbone. She peered downward, her sight obscured by the girth of her bust and a long, reptilian tail. Her strikingly light, ginger-ale hued eyes opened wide to get a get a view of a fully grown iguana. Her pet and companion. God only knew what would happen if others discovered their third roommate. She let forth a content chuckle, sat up and draped the tropical creature around her neck where he seemed perfectly content. Weightlessly she glided into the hallway where she could hear a shuffling - then towards the kitchen which had been small, but sizable for two people. She hadn't yet noticed Matt's position until she took note of an article of clothing laying disdained on the floor near the foot of the fridge - a pair of black laced undergarments, certainly nothing that belonged to her. She nudged them out of the way with her foot, glanced briefly at the rugged looking man then pried the fridge door open. Nothing. A few half-opened beers, a left-over TV dinner and a lone slice of government cheese.
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RE Living Together Is The Name Of The Game ansem125 and Oversea Any useless questions Matt would sputter, Walcott would never reply. She reveled in the silence and would leer into space with an almost glazed over look to her eyes. The iguana - named Tequila - made no sound of protest when Matt reached out to touch her. She merely tilted her head and flicked her tail which swayed in a motion resembling that of a pendulum. Walcott could best be described as an independent philosopher. She seldom mingled with people. Hell, if it weren't for her lack of steady cash flow, she wouldn't have been caught dead with this scruffy Matt character. I have no plans. Her voice fluttered from her throat with a wordless Brazilian twang paired with strength and power. It, needless to say, was a unique and passionate tone. She stood idle for an instant, running her hand through her unusually short, jet black hair. Her fingers got caught in a few stray curls, no thanks to her being Brazilian. Truthfully - and much to her chagrin - Walcott was experiencing vehemence. Generally she would go out and buy food seeing as Matt was too busy entertaining guests. She mad an unhealthy habit of eating out at fast food restaurants which was wreaking havoc on her metabolism. Without much further hesitance Walcott glided over to the cupboard where she carefully lifted two plates to reveal five neatly folded bills. She thrust them - almost gently - into Matthew's chest, her eyes dancing with an almost distasteful hue of olive. Go get some groceries, she half-commanded. Her fingers curled around the bills which folded at the creases underneath the weight. And clean yourself up. You look disgraceful.
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RE Living Together Is The Name Of The Game ansem125 and Oversea By the time Matt had returned, Walcott had taken advantage of his absence to take a well-deserved shower. It was refreshing not having to untangle her lion's mane like she used to. In fact, it was painful recalling the hard bristled hair brushes she'd break from combing through her wild curls. With more then three fourths of her ethnic mop chopped off and discarded, she felt a literal weight lifted from her broad shoulders. There would always be this one stubborn curl - described as the Superman curl by students - that could fall into her view from time to time. No matter how she tried to flatten it out, it would spring fourth with a fervent vengeance. She was curled up on the couch with her laptop, briefly perusing some meager Facebook message that was sent out to virtually everyone on their side of the campus. It read HALLOWEEN PARTY 2011 entirely in capitals the list of participants was borderline ridiculous. She knew these campus parties tended to get out of control, but it was an opportunity to relax and if anything, have a few free beers. She closed the laptop and stood just as Matt announced his presence, neatly laying it on the chair and collecting her handbag which had been flopped over nearby. Welcome back, she replied flatly, her South American twang shining true and blue as per usual. I'm going to the liquor store. Her keys chimed almost musically in her mitts as she buttoned up her mahogany colored peacoat. The last button was always the most troublesome, but she managed to fasten it up over her top which had ridden low enough to see the healthy curve of her breast. She suspected that Matt would likely be inviting himself along. At this point in time she had been so heavily medicated due to a knee injury from rugby that she didn't quite give two fucks.
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RE Living Together Is The Name Of The Game ansem125 and Oversea Admittedly Walcott enjoyed her boyishly short hair. The ethnic curls were charming she resembled some manner of 1960's pinup girl with skin the shade of coffee rather then cream. She wasn't fond of, however, Matt's rugged, calloused fingers touching the ringlets. It aggravated her. The best she could do was take a step back and watch him with a gated leer as he meandered through the door with his keys in tow. He was quite the demanding fellow. But, she supposed that's why they got along - she was equally, if not anymore, demanding. The drive was fruitless. Walcott took command of Matt's stereo, flicking back and forth between a modern rock and retro pop station. Though the volume was down low, she could pick out the makings of what appeared to be a Depeche Mode single. After a decent fifteen minute drive the liquor store came into view - a neat, popular and sizable shop in a plaza squeezed between a supermarket and an HMV music store. She waltzed in, greeted by a waft of cool air and the chatter of weekend-revelling patrons. The first thing she sought after was a bottle of sambuca. Traditionally it was a type of liquor used for shots but Walcott had an acquired tasted for more potent liquors. Aside from the disgusting, almost repulsive burn of black licorice, the alcohol itself tasted like fire. She glanced over the top of the shelves - inadvertently keeping her eyes on Matt who was likely prone to get into some mischief - and caught the sight of a not so familiar face. A notorious, no good thug that went by the name of Elias London.