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Thread: Money Well Spent (Master Machiavelli & Alexandria94)

Morgan sighed when he avoided the question and automatically assumed the worst, as her mind always did, how it had been taught to over many years that she never wished to repeat. When he motioned for her to get out of the car she continued to look down and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves that were now completely worked up for a different reason. She whispered It does to me before sliding herself across the seat and getting out to stand up next to him. She kept her eyes down, not wanting him to see the damage she held within her that was showing because of an answer she wanted to hear but figured she wouldn't. Going through it again made her more emotionally exhausted than anything and she just wanted to be alone for a while, but in a place like this she thought something like that would be a hard thing to get.
Thread: Money Well Spent (Master Machiavelli & Alexandria94)

He took a step towards the house and Morgan heard the door of the car swing shut as they made their way up the entry stairs to the large, carved front door. Gavin unlocked it and stepped inside. The mansion was huge and after leading her in he closed the door behind them. He saw her body language, knowing that he'd left her words unanswered. I have no other pets, Morgan. Only you. He stepped to her and she felt the collar being removed. Now, we haven't any need for that here, do we? Sir asked patiently as he watched and waited for her response.
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (All Welcome)

Ol' Brock has decided to leave the life with Ash and friends to make his very own breeding center for all the pokemon. Any trainer may come and leave their pokemon at the center and he promises they'll have the time of their lives. With warm living quarters inside the building and wide open spaces out back, it's the closest thing he could come up with to Heaven for his pokemon friends. This is a pokemon breeding center, so pokemon only. Just post your profile and welcome!
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (All Welcome)

Sue sat on the edge of a pond letting her feet soak.. her owner left her a few weeks again and never took her back. So She just lives here.. helping random males with their needs.. till they find out about her.. little secret package. So.. bored today.. She yawned.. rubbing her sheath
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (All Welcome)

Trevor stretched himself across the tree branch he was sitting on, scratching his stomach with a clawed hand. The Sceptile took a quick inventory of the Pokemon in the center. One Rampardos, one Lopunny, and one Mega Absol. Heh. Nothing worth noticing. Closing his eyes and putting his hands behind his head for a pillow, he let his feet sway in the light breeze. Zera slunk around the border of the center, not wanting to be seen if she could help it. The mega Absol knew exactly why her owner had put her here, and she wanted no part of it. She was a virgin, and she planned to keep it like that. Well, at least, as long as she could. Settling down near the base of a tree, she wearily rested her head on her paws, her bangs covering one of her red eyes.
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (All Welcome)

A large, thick shape slowly paced through the outdoors area of the breeding center, the pokemon's pure white horns shining in the light of the sun. Diesel sighed as he walked, his heavy tail swing from side to side lightly with each step. He stopped at the large pond around the edges of the land and sat down with a thump, yawning and scratching his hard head. He looked around, wondering how long some of the other pokemon had been here. Shrugging he slowly dipped his tail into the water in front of him and enjoyed the cool feeling. He'd been cramped up in a pokeball for to long, and it was nice to just be able to stretch and relax. His trainer didn't let him out much any more, thinking that when he battled, even during practice, he was just to rough and almost always ended up severely hurting those he fought. Sorry I was gone for so long. I....forgot my password...
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (Character Profiles)

Post all characters here and then you can join the role play. Here's the Link
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (Character Profiles)

Name Species Gender Age 15 or higher. Had to add this. Looks Can be description or picture. Whichever. Other Anything extra you might want to add. Here's the link for the Role Play .
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (Character Profiles)

Name Diesel Species Rampardos Gender Male Age 27 Looks Diesel Other Diesel is very large, even for a rampardos, standing a full foot taller than a normal one.
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (Character Profiles)

Name Sue Species Lopunny Gender Hermaphrodite Looks Like a Lopunny.. look it up lazy guy Other She's a herm.. best of both worlds
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (Character Profiles)

Name Trevor Species Sceptile Gender Male Looks Other Nope. Name Zera Species Mega Absol Gender Female Looks Other Nope.
Thread: Brock's Pokemon Mating Center (Character Profiles)

Bump. Getting this back up now that I'm back.
Thread: Sblounskched!!! (Seeking Females For Fun RPs)

RE This is gonna make you feel Sblounskched!!! Male seeking female for fun plot RPs Sent you over a PM!
Thread: Sblounskched!!! (Seeking Females For Fun RPs)

Day 1 Patch!
Thread: Sblounskched!!! (Seeking Females For Fun RPs)

Update
Thread: Sblounskched!!! (Seeking Females For Fun RPs)

Update, new plot
Thread: The Scandalous Andrews Clan (MikeTheWriter and Kichou)

Tyler Andrews hadn't felt this much pain in a while. While home from school for the winter holidays, the 21-year-old Northeastern State University student began to play in pickup basketball games at the local YMCA to stay in shape. Today didn't go so well, however, as he turned his ankle badly and left early. As he pulled into his driveway, he noticed his mom's car in the driveway and became a little puzzled. Considering she was usually working at this time of day, something had to be wrong...right? He got out of his car and hobbled into the garage, favoring his left ankle as he walked in his gray college hoodie and his basketball shorts. Opening the door quietly, he felt the heat from the house hit him immediately. He removed the hoodie and set it in the laundry room, now in his sleeveless shirt then showed up a fair amount of muscle tone. Tyler's dark brown hair was messed up a little bit as he walked through the house. As he was about to let his mother know he was home, he heard her voice in a quiet conversation, followed by a familiar male voice and then his mother's soft giggling. Arching an eyebrow, he silently moved closer to where he heard the voices coming from. The pain in his ankle was bad enough, but what he was about to see was going to blow his mind.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Erebor was not a joyfull place to those who looked apon it from the outside. It was a Mountain that long held its nickname of The Lonley Mountain to be true. The kings under the mountain held a job that few were strong enough to handle, and even fewer were willing to do. For the kings of Erebor, sheperded the souls of those lost to hardship and stife, to war and hunger and goblin attack, to accident and old age and murder, all of the souls that died went through the under gates of the mountain, greeted and ushered onto the next life to be judged by the creator by the king. The people of Erebor adored thier king. Each time a new heir would take up the heavy burden that came along with the crown, they gave thier support and thier love. For such a job wore apon the soul of a person, the many woes of the lost people dragging at the many kings sanity and happiness. Yet not once had a king of Erebor shirked thier duty or tried to pass the crown to anouther before they could handle no more. Each time the line of Durin stepped forward to claim thier crown and take up the task of escorting the dead to thier rightfull place. Such was the curse of the mountain. As much as his own people could show thier support and thier loyalty, not everyone in the world of Middle earth held such views on the king of death. As such when a young prince named Thorin just barely of age took the crown from his ailing father, he was made aware of just how feared his position was to peoples outside of Erebor, how loathed and terrifying he became as the king of death. As much as his kin and friends tried to sheild it from him, every time he dared to wander outside of the mountain he saw the fear, and the hatred. For he was the one that came to take thier family away when they passed, and for that crime he was forever guilty and to be shunned. So king Thorin stopped leaving the mountain, he slowly lost the gleam of Life in his eyes as the years of his service wore on. His hair was streaked with silver and his face was lined with an age he did not own there was no joy in the king under the mountain, for he had no one to share the burden and no one willing to comfort him in the way only the one closest to his heart could. Thorin had given up finding his one when he took the crown, for who would want the king of death as a life mate? So his heart grew heavier and heavier in his chest with each passing day, and his vitality began to drain away. He was holding on, but his people could see his suffering, and knew he had not long to last. So they began to search for something to help thier king that they so loved, something or someone to bring joy back into his life once more.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Balin had been the adviser and friend of the king since Thorin's grandfather, king Thror, had been king under the mountain. His heart ached for the suffering of the young king. The worries of his short years clearly showed on his face. Balin had watched his king slowly die right before his eyes and he felt completely helpless to stop it. That was, until he remembered her. It happened one day when he and his brother Dwalin were discussing what they could do to help their friend. A messenger had come, bringing Balin a letter from their brother Kailin. Kailin lived in the Iron hills as a fur trader and was asking permission to send his daughter Am'lia to Erebor to live for an indefinite amount of time. The brothers couldn't help the grins and thus the plotting began. They both vividly remember a young dwarven prince chasing around the young fey girl, begging for a feel of her arkenstone wings. This had gone on for about a month before her family returned to the iron hills. Of course young Thorin didn't know that the only time you touch a fairy's wings is when they are injured, you are trying to injure them or during coitus. Balin smiled fondly, remembering his own life-mate Karana. She had been a half fairy Dwarrow and he quickly discovered the benefits of having a light and gentle touch... Dwalin had quickly brought him back to the present by suggesting that they invite Thorin to dinner the first night Am'lia was there, which wasn't unusual since the king usually had dinner with them when he wasn't drained from his daily activities. With these plans in mind they quickly sent a message back to their youngest brother, informing him that they would be delighted to see their beloved niece again. She had always been a sweet child but they had not seen her since before she had become of age for they were busy helping Thorin adjust to his new role as king and keeping him going ever since. Of course they really did look forward to seeing their niece, but if she could do anything to help their king it would be all the better. Balin had been waiting anxiously at the front gates of Erebor for the better part of the afternoon, today was the day when Am'lia should be arriving. He had not received word stating otherwise so she had to be coming. When his pacing had caused him to turn his back, he heard the distinctive neigh of a pony, followed by the cheery cry of Uncle! He turned with a smile and ran to greet his niece. She hadn't stepped foot in the door and yet the lonely mountain was slightly brighter place due to her presence. As the evening came, word of her arrival began to spread until whispers of a young, very beautiful woman reached the ears of the king.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Rumors and gossip were not in Thorin's interests as king. He had much more pressing matters to deal with than the idle chatter of loose tongues about news that was of little importance. Yet the smugly anticipatory smiles on his advisors and head of guards faces warned him that there might be some prudence in listening to this new rumor if just to see what was going on in his mountain. So he listened. The stories about a young and beautiful woman reached his ears, but they hardly held any precedence for Thorin, what buisness was it of his if there was a new lady in the mountain? If she was of any importance Balin would introduce them. At least that was his thoughts as he meandered his way down the stone halls to go to his nightly dinner with his friends. Those dinners helped to distract him the tinniest bit from the swirling darkness that threatened to overcome him more each passing day. Thorin knew that he could not fight it forever, and soon enough he would begin to sucumb to it. But he would not yet, for his heir sisters son Fili was not ready. He was to young, had not enough experiance from Life to take up such a burden. And Thorin would do everything in his power to keep this heavy curse from his nephews as long as he could. Thorin knew that he looked terrible to his subjects, but as much as he attempted to groom and keep himself neat, the stresses of his burden drained the vitality from his limbs and sapped the color from his face. It was hard to look normal when one daily communed with the dead after all. Wearily he rubbed at his face as he pushed open the door to the private dining hall, expecting nothing diffrent than the normal small 3 person table and good food to be waiting for him. When he opened his eyes however, the sight that greeted him caused his for so long sluggish heart to give a terrific leap in his chest, and his hand tightened almost convulsivly on the side of the door in his shock. For there infront of him, wearing a frilly apron and placing some sort of dish onto the table was the girl that he had long thought gone from his life.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

It hadn't taken that much convincing that evening, for Am'lia to persuade her uncles to let her cook for them. They were both terrible cooks and she didn't want to put any extra pressure on the Royal cooks. As she prepared the meal, she was surprised with news that they would be joined by the king. Admittedly, she was rather nervous. It had been a very long time since they had seen each other and she vividly remembered the puppy crush she had. The table was almost set when Am'lia heard the sound of the heavy wooden door opening. As she set the dish down, she looked up to see the king standing there. Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes met his. Th... King Thorin. She swallowed slightly and smiled through her nervousness. He looked much older than he should but she knew that his duties were very draining. Walking over to him, she curtsied and smiled at him again. It is good to see you again your Majesty. My uncles should be here shortly. She led him over to the table, sitting down to wait for Balin and Dwalin. Not minutes later they arrived. When they came in, Am'lia got up and went to grab the rest of the food. Bringing it over and sitting down again with the men. Have as much as you'd like. There's more in the kitchen. And there's desert as well so don't get too full. Am'lia was genuinely happy to be there. She had missed her uncles and the lonely mountain wasn't like what everyone thought it was. Knowing that she was going to be there for a while, Am'lia hoped that she would be able to get to know the king better. Although she was afraid to say it, she had a sneaking suspicion that he was her one.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Thorin watched in slight awe as his long lost first crush puttered about the room preparing the rest of the table for thier meal, and when she came close enough to curstey and he caught a wiff of her perfume, the king swore his heart missed a beat and continued on beating in his chest at least twice as fast as before. How could he have ever forgotten just how much this girl affected him? Nodding slightly to her greeting Thorin alowed her to lead him to his seat, and he hungrily took in her features at a closer distance as she sat near him. He hardly realized how odd it was for both of the In brothers to be late, he was so absorbed in watching the fairy before him. When Balin and Dwalin did show and Am'lia dissapered into the kitchen to fetch the rest of the meal, Thorin turned to look at his friends, blinking a few times to clear his head. The Suppremely smug looks on thier faces told him all he needed to know, and while he would vhemnantly deny it later, the king blushed ferociously at the knowing gazes his friends leveled at him. youve done this to me on purpose you old goat. He leveled his own 'Durin death stare of doom' as it was labeled by his nephews on the pair, who merely grinned unrepentedly. Though Balin tried for the nonchelaunt act the king wasnt buying it. Unbeknownst to him, the reason they were grinning so much was that their rulers eyes had regained abit of light to them, and his voice, normaly a dry wisper, had some backing of emotion to it. It seemed that thier neice was already having a positive affect on the royal.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

For the most part, Am'lia was quiet throughout dinner, content to watch and listen to the talk of the dwarves in front of her. She particularly enjoyed listening to Thorin speak. The soft, deep tone of his voice made her heart skip a beat every time she heard it and she was quickly realizing that she would need to be extra careful in her actions around him. It wouldn't do to make a stupid move and drive him away. The king had so much sadness in him that it was all Am'lia could do not to wrap her arms around him and make the darkness that haunted his beautiful face disappear. When the main course was finished, Am'lia stood and gathered the dishes before walking to the the kitchen. Even though she had remained cheerful, her uncles' strangely expecting looks made her nervous. After cleaning the dishes, she brought her uncles and the king fresh mugs if ale before returning to get desert. The looks her uncles had been giving her and the king wouldn't leave her mind. She tried to figure out what could possibly be behind the looks and was distracted so much that the knife she was using slipped and sliced open her hand. Letting out a cry of pain, Am'lia grabbed her hand, holding it to her chest as the knife clattered to the floor. She could hear the slide of chairs as the three males rushed in to see the commotion. Am'lia was not one who did well with pain and by this point she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks around to find something to put pressure on the wound with.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Thorin kept one eye and about half of his attention on Am'lia the whole night, his gaze simply wouldnt stay away. And while he could tell she was cheerful, he could also see how nervous she was, and abit subdued. A pang of fear raced through his heart at the thought that it may be his presence that was dimming her sparkly personality, and the king clenched his fist in frustration under the table as their dinner began to wind down. If he so negetivly affected her over such a short period of time, who knew how bad it would get if she stayed near him at all. The cry of pain from the kitchen sent him up and into the room faster than he could properly think about it, with Balin and Dwalin not two steps behind him they rushed into the kitchen, and the sight of the little fairy bleeding sent a wave of panic and protectivness through the king he had not felt since his nephews were small and managed to fall down a cliff in their play. Quickly pulling a dark handcherchief from his pocket, Thorin wrapped it around the bleeding hand of Am'lia, tying it off and keeping gentle pressure to the wound. Glancing up at her crying face the king had to mightily suppress the urge to kiss her tears away, and simply glanced at Balin as he next spoke. You should go and see Oin. This might require stitches and it wouldnt be good if it got infected.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Although she knew they were quickly coming, Am'lia was surprised to see Thorin rushing into the kitchen first. His gentle touch made her blush slightly and bite her lip. She could see her uncles' worried look and at the same time their smug expecting. Her attention instantly returned to Thorin as he spoke. All she could to was nod, not trusting her voice to be steady. Balin quickly spoke up. Thorin, would you mind terribly to take her there? These old bones aren't up for the trip. He barely hid his smirk, knowing that the king couldn't resist the offer to spend more time in the fairy's presence. Am'lia looked up at him, her lip still between her teeth a bit, tears still falling down her cheeks but not quite as quickly. Try as hard as she might, she couldn't stop the hope coming to her eyes. As she watched him, she could see a flash of... something in his eyes. What it was she wasn't sure. She hoped it was something good, but she tried not to get her hopes up too high. From how he had reacted around her, she doubted he recognized her as his one. And as much as that fact saddened her, Am'lia wasn't going to push him. More than anything, if she could help get the shadows off his face, Am'lia would be content to be alone for the rest of her nearly immortal life.
Thread: Chasing the Shadows away (TrisscarxAbbyLocke)

Your 'old bones' stump around here every day and you know it. Thorin glowered at his friends, but of course he wasnt about to just abandon miss Am'lia. I will take her however. We will be back shortly, i would appriciate it if some of that desert still remained when we return. Offering his arm, Thorin led the fairy out of the room, stoutly ignoring the amused chuckles that followed them. Taking his guest down the long stone hallways to Oin's infermary, the dwarven king pushed open the heavy wooden door and ushered Am'lia into the room. The healers domain was quiet and still, what few patients there were sleeping on their cots. Spotting the older dwarf back in the corner of the room and knowing that the nearly deaf dwarf would be unable to hear him, Thorin merely lifted his fairy up onto a empty cot and went to tap the healer on his sholder. Poor Oin jumped terribly, and spinning around with a curse on his lips, chewed out his king without a second thought for the scare. When he was done the dwarf made his way over to Am'lia, though he continualy grumbled about dwarven kings the whole way over.