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Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

His eyes were well accustomed to the darkness, so he saw her before she saw him. He shifted in place when the demon inside roared briefly at the sight of her, the movement causing her to look at him. Still, the demon didn't rise up and take over, merely whispered in his mind the horrible things it would like to do to her, in the chillingly insane voice it used. Torean was able to ignore it somewhat, being used to the thing's internal dialogue, and concentrate when she spoke. He had to agree with some of the demon's assessments she was quite attractive but only in a vague sense that her body possessed a confident beauty. It had been a long time since he'd seen humans as anything more than objects or food items, but he did feel a slight tingling of what might have counted as sexual approval. Hearing her greeting, Torean just stared at her from the darkness, waiting for her to announce her purpose here already growing impatient from the demon's insistent nagging. When she finally got around to that part, he grimaced in the dark at the word 'should', his teeth flashing briefly. Who did she think she was coming in here saying he 'should' do anything? But it was a minor annoyance and nothing more. Her name sent off bells in his head, having heard it before in his excursions from the house to hunt. He didn't interact much with others, but when he did, he drew in everything that was said, storing the information away to be used for later. There had been talk of pirates and her ship and name had been mentioned. seems the Navy was cutting down on her kind and she was quite the thorn in their side. A pirate, he said in his deep raspy voice with a slight twist to his mouth. His tone was not necessarily derisive but arrogantly bored, hiding his growing curiousity. Since you came here to speak with me then I assume you already know who and what I am. The demon inside let out an invisible tentacle of power and reached behind her, closing the door to the room. From the way it looked the door had closed on it's own, but someone who was extremely perceptive would be able to feel the presence of the demon's hand in a visceral way. I will decide if your offer is something I should consider, he said in a cold threatening tone. It better be good or else you're not making it out of this room alive. And try not to babble. My... friend grows more eager by the minute. The demon's constant suggestions to flay her skin and play with her juicy insides were starting to appeal to Torean, as they often did when he was around people for too long. He could feel it's desire and insane hunger start to creep upon him and fill him like it was his own. Sitting still on the ground, his muscles tensed like a coiled spring ready to pounce at a moments notice. Allowing her a chance to speak was merely to sake his inquisitive mind, but mostly it was like a cat playing with a mouse. I'm listening.
Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

The woman listened to his voice, the arrogance in his tone making her chuckle. He was oddly similar to her, albeit the fact that he grew impatient a lot faster than she did and she could almost feel the palpable tension in the air. ''Yes, I'm a pirate,'' she smirked, her hand sliding over her wrist briefly to graze the 'P' proudly burnt into her skin. Some carried it as shame, hiding it beneath bracelets and long sleeves while she rolled up the sleeve of the hand, showing it off unless it would get her into too deep a trouble. ''I've heard a rumour here and there,'' she replied, shrugging. The conversation was an ambulant dilemma she had to analyse every word and find an appropriate way to act. As she spoke, she wondered if stroking his ego would have been more appropriate, no matter how humiliating it would be for her. ''I would like to see you take me down though,'' she grinned suggestively, her hand sliding up to free her eye with the golden iris, shimmering in the dark. The fear subsided, and she was fairly confident that as long as she was standing straight the demon would threaten her and attempt to get her to beg him to let her go, without actually inflicting pain. She stepped in closer, her hips swaying invitingly as she walked. The confidence she always bore was oozing out of her pores, acquiring an almost sexual aspect in spite of the morbid scenery. Pushing a corpse aside with complete disregard, she paused when she was next to the sitting man. Somehow, it was easier for her to communicate with people when they were close, unless they already submitted to her. It would be hard to get him to do that, however. She kneeled before him, her captivating gaze meeting his in the dark. ''One of my men was killed in a battle. He was my right hand, he held a position imperative for the ship's functioning,'' she explained, her expression growing serious, trying to disguise the pain she felt upon thinking of the fresh loss. ''My crew has a strict hierarchy, and I need a suitable man to replace him. Coincidentally, we arrived in the port tonight. I heard the rumours, even though I live at the sea, and figured that you would be perfect,'' she stated, making a feeble attempt at flattery. ''You are strong, cold blooded and I dare make an assumption love blood. We meet at least a ship per week, if you are to join us, you can slaughter whatever you find there,'' she finished, her hand having briefly slid over his knee, the woman curious how far she could push things.
Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

He was aware faintly of the feelings she'd felt while lost in her memories, but they were small and merely hints, maybe because of the distance or maybe because the memories and feelings were old. A small smile of joy there, a trickle of sadness and guilt here. Torean took it all in, slightly perplexed by each vague sensation, but intrigued by this woman nonetheless. He didn't really understand why--he never felt interested in humans before other than the desire to use them as playthings--but he felt the desire to know her deeper self, the one she never showed, her darkest secrets. Of course, the way he visualized it was tearing her open mentally and emotionally, but it was what he wanted. He suspected it was the bond and how close her emotions were at hand to his own mind. It was tantalizing having this pure sentiment tantalizingly near yet hidden. The thoughts and feelings of others were like honey to the demon and he admitted he liked them too. Walking with her along the dock towards her ship he listening quietly, with ease and confidence in his posture, not necessarily held proudly, but with the threat of violence in every step. Hearing what she said, he grinned haughtily without looking at her. Glad you enjoyed the show, he said in his gravelly voice, with a small twist of his lips that could be counted as a smile. Really, he could care less if she felt or saw what he did when the demon fed. He'd stopped being ashamed a long time ago and grown comfortable with the fact that when they were combined, he and the demon were the same person. He listened patiently to her go over what was going to happen next and merely muttered, Splendid, in a bored tone, in response to the initiation. Whatever was to happen, he was confident in his ability to meet it head on and to the satisfaction of everyone. Hearing the slight question at the end, he shook his head, again not looking at her, deliberately as if he were already weary of her presence. I've already gotten my fill for the night. But of course, you know that. And he grimaced a little in once again coming face to face with the fact that he was nothing more than a stomach on legs. But he shoved it away with a shake of his head as he followed her aboard the grand ship. He let his eyes sweep over everything keeping his face neutral even as he admired the grand ship, and she drew his attention abruptly with the sharp whistle she gave. Outwardly he appeared cool and collected, but inside, his hackles were raised in preparation for anything.
Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

Desiree sighed when she heard his response. At times she caught herself wondering if there was any drive other than hunger within him. He was shut down to human interactions and everything revolved around blood somehow. ''Fair enough,'' she replied, waiting for everyone to assemble at the front. Once everyone stood before her, she smiled at the males, although the smile was brief and frosty. ''Good evening. We are assembled here to welcome the new member of the Black Pearl, the man here will be replacing Perrault, although he will fully enter the position in three days,'' she stated, having imposed a period of grief whenever a member of the family died. ''Is there anyone who is opposed to his presence upon this ship?'' She continued, pausing for a minute or so, no man raising their arm. ''Perfect. Now, the rules. Every man shall obey civil command the captain shall have two full sharesnd in all prizes. the Master, Carpenter, Boatswain, and Gunner shall have one share and quarter. If any man shall offer to run away, or keep any secret from the Company, he shall be marroon'd with one bottle of powder, one bottle of Water, one small Arm, and shot. If any Man shall steal any Thing in the Company, or game, to the value of a piece of Eight, he shall be Marroon'd or shot. If at any Time we should meet at another Marrooner that man shall sign his Articles without Consent of our Company, shall suffer such Punishment as the Captain and Company shall think fit. That man that shall strike another, whilst these Articles are in force, shall receive Moses's Law on the bare Back.That Man that shall snap his Arms, or smoak Tobacco in the Hold, without cap to his Pipe, or carry a candle lighted without lanthorn, shall suffer the same Punishment as in the former Article. That Man that shall not keep his Arms clean, fit for an Engagement, or neglect his Business, shall be cut off from his Share, and suffer such other Punishment as the Captain and Company shall think fit. If any man shall lose a joint in time of Engagement, shall have 400 Pieces of Eight if a limb, 800. If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, that Man that offers to meddle with her, without her Consent, shall suffer Death. No married man is to be forcefully kept on the ship,'' she finished reciting one of the pages, ending her words there since no Pirate wanted to listen to everything on the list. A man approached with the articles, pausing before Torean, waiting for him to sign underneath all the other signatures. She waited patiently, drawing the two swords the sailor brought. She picked one up, handing the other one to him, motioning him to cross the two. ''Do you swear before the Company and the Captain to abide by the sacred Code, defend your Captain, your Company and your Ship?'' She spoke, her voice remaining rather loud and clear, holding an enthralling quality to it through the entire speech that drew the men in, causing them to watch her in awe and respect as they did when they were in the male's place.
Thread: Yo Ho, Ho, And A Bottle of Rhum on a Dead Man's Chest;;

Torean hung on every word she said, taking in the inforamtion as it came and storing it away. When the man stepped forward for him to sign the articles, he took up the pen not without a hint of hesitation. The demon held to bonds and contracts rigidly, and some could almost be like a physical weight put on him if his actions were to go against them. But he didn't really see how he had a choice, since he'd already basically agreed and he scrawled his name underneath all the rest in resignation. Then he followed her lead in holing the sword, crossing it with her own. At the word 'swear' he narrowed his eyes, that hesitation showing through again slightly. How many versions of this deal was he going to bind himself to before it was over? But he answered confidently, his raspy voice not carrying as much weight as hers had, but level and loud. I swear, he said, hoping he didn't have to repeat all she'd said he was swearing to.
Thread: Urotsukidoji

Has anyone heard of that hentai? Its so awesome and badass, but I keep getting censored versions.
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Whozajiggawha? Never heard of it.
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If you're into hentai and demon monsters you should check it out. You have to be hardcore though...very hardcore.
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I think I will check this out, mostly just because of the name. Anything named Urotsukidoji must be pretty decent.
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Lol, why do you say that? And there are four chapters I think. Legend of the Overfiend was my favorite.
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I don't really know, it just sounds... awesome. I'm watching some random videos of it now, and I have to say... looks hardcore.
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Very hardcore. If you don't like seeing women getting ripped apart..I suggest you finish up quickly. xD
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I've never heard of it. I may check it out as well.
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Finish up quickly? Hmm?
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Lol, nothing.
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Okie-dokie. I'm watching it now, it's quite lovely.
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Link? BlisteredBlood wants to watch it, and I need to bookmark it, lol.
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Yes, please do. I'm getting rather curious.
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BlisteredBlood said Yes, please do. I'm getting rather curious. Click to expand... I am getting curious myself.
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It's a really odd series of movies. There are like 9 in total I think. !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m --ji Good read on the anime from Wikipedia. If you enjoy rape, gore, tentacles, and cheesy plots, this is totally a score for you. Much better than Bible Black. God, those sucked. EDIT Couldn't get link to work with the url brackets. What fail. XD
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Marisa got me to watch it awhile back... It's pretty damn good.
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Holy god this hentai is HOT! If you can stand the foreign language without subtitles, Here is the uncensored version. !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ... sov0.html Fucking French . No offense to the French andor French Lovers.
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the link isn't working. copy and paste the whole link as it is in the browser.
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!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... sov0.htmla!-- m -- Try this. Sorry about the link malfunction.
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not bad.
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Agreed. It's not what I had thought to have seen, but then again, there ya have it.
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Thems some hardcore tentacles man.....
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Amonojaku is sexy.
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!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href ... Eng-Subsa!-- m -- If you can download a torrent this is the best one, or so I would assume. I have no room to download it and check the quality. To busy watching Slayers at the moment.
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If you're going to grab it from TPB, you better do it quick. They're selling the site, so don't expect the tracker to be around for long. I guess that goes for anything else on it, too.
Thread: Bound by Remnants (Dist and Anj round 2)

Peace had been the held laid over land for over 600 years, at the end of the last war the king of Sul created 10 magical items. He was a firm believer in balance and thus created 5 items to use in peace and another 5 to use in war. Those 10 items would be would allow the royal family to make there once small nation the largest and most powerful nation in the world. They were peaceful and only used their 5 war items to scare off any threat of upcoming attack. Over the centuries the royal family slowly drifted away from their old ways leaving the magic ways of the past. Many believe that the artifacts are just items used by the elders to inspire the people of the past. A few still dabble in the magic of the ancient ways but they are able to do little more then what there ancestors would call parlor tricks. It was not long before even there enemies began to lose there fear of the once powerful nation. Slightly over 100 years ago all of the artifacts went missing. Some said they left on their own punishment for falling away from the old ways. Many assume they were stolen by a rival nation and hidden so that their power could never be used against them. Recently as a the other nations grew bolder they began attacking taking back what was once theirs. With great ease they took back the lands that they sought after theirs was a military nation making them much better prepared for the war they started. For years they pushed further and further into the Nation of Sul taking nearly a quarter of its lands. Now Sul has sent their last hope the kings son the strongest mage still in the royal family to the front lines to aid the army. Recently there have been rumors building about the locations of some of the relics heart broken the king has asked his only child remaining in the castle his daughter, Merilee, to search the nearest location for the relic. High in the mountains to the north was a small neutral nation that most thought was one of simply myth. For thousands of years they remained secluded their appearance was generally enough to put off outsiders. They appeared to be half dragons they had wings and scales that covered their bodies from the nape of there neck to their feet, sparing only there most sensitive areas and the palms of there hands and feet. Every member of their nation was a powerful magician the strongest of which was was named there leader. He held this position until his death, over 1000 years they had only 5 leaders each seeming to stop aging the moment they became leader. They to had lost artifacts long ago though theirs where simply items of historical importance. There newest leader Allidon Volarian took up the task of finding them. He set out to find them as war approached there door step he hoped that finding them would bring his peoples moral up enough to defend against the coming assault. He had found the location of the safest to get little did he know that he shared that location with the lost treasure of the people of Sul.
Thread: Bound by Remnants (Dist and Anj round 2)

Merilee Shoalin was the king's remaining hope and he'd sent her, at the mere age of twenty three, to seek out the artifacts that were needed to help restore what had been lost to them. Holding the figure of a woman, but the spirit of any warrior, the princess was a formidable force to be dealt with. She stood at five feet six inches, had rippling golden curls that spilled to her waist, bright, unique blue eyes that glittered strangely with each emotion. Her body was lithe and compact, though she had a shapely behind and ample bosom, weighing no more than a hundred and thirty pounds. She was dressed in breeches and a blouse, chest covered in silver armor. A broadsword was strapped to her waist, her golden curls pulled back from her youthful face into a pleated braid. Legs were encased to the knee in black boots, to protect her legs as she traveled. She was here now, inside this strange place, where she had traveled to over a possibly truthful rumor. It was said that one of the artifacts laid here and she was desperate to find it, wanting to help restore and protect her kingdom, to help her father, the King, continue to reign as he had for many decades. At this moment, she was crouched beside a small pedestal, her eyes studying the glyphs that decorated its surface. So immersed within her study, she was unaware of the new body making its way inside.
Thread: Bound by Remnants (Dist and Anj round 2)

Allidon had flown into the cave landing softly on the ground not far from front 'door'. He had noticed the horse out side and it confused him this temple had been abandoned for centuries. With a soft sigh he began to change, his golden scales shrinking seeming to retreat into his skin his wings doing the same until they where gone. The pools of gold that where his irises slowly changed the gold seeming to retreat into his pupil brown replaced the gold where it could. Though little flecks of gold could still be seen i his eyes if one were able to look closely enough. He shank quickly in height from a staggering seven foot three down to a much more manageable six foot one. His thick muscular build shrank some tanking his well over 200 pound appearance down to in the mid hundreds. His hand reached up pushing the heavy light blue cloak from his head letting his black hair flow out over his shoulders and down to his shoulder blades. His cloak was covered rune and glyphs in a dark blue, each holding the keys to one of his powers making it easier for him to cast his spells. He tread silently into the building eyes searching for what he sought. He saw the young woman pouring over the pedestal and paused she did not appear to be a threat to him and he would just as much like to avoid contact. He was after all a stranger in this land and during the times of war that could be considered a threat. His eyes inspected her armor admiring its quality before going back to to the pedestal. He knew the old script well and read it even at this distance. He found quickly that there where 2 ancient artifacts from 2 different cultures here.
Thread: Bound by Remnants (Dist and Anj round 2)

Merilee seemed to figure it out at almost the same time as her new guest, though she did not see him there at first. So there's two here... her soft voice said as gently as a wind's breeze, as if she meant to only speak to herself. She stilled after a moment and then stood, turning sharply to face where he stood, her hand on the hilt of the broadsword sheathed on her hip. Her brows dropped in sharply over her crystaline eyes as she openly glared at him there wasn't supposed to be anyone here. It had been abandoned for many years, as far as she could tell, and she needed to find those artifacts for her king, her father. I'm here for the artifacts. If you, too, seek them, I suggest you keep back. I won't be giving them up, she said quietly, an edge in the tones of her voice. She wasn't about to let anyone interfere in her mission, no matter who they were.
Thread: Bound by Remnants (Dist and Anj round 2)

He stared at her as she turned he was not scared of the blade at her side even as she drew it. His cloak and his shirt both had an inner lining of heavy thick chain. To his knowledge there was not a blade in a weapon that could piece wither layer. He only wished he could find armor as impervious to the blows that usually followed the touch of a weapon like an ax or a hammer. He stared into her eyes with a almost eerie calm placed on his face. He continued to stare at her long after she had stopped talking he knew that one of those artifacts where his even if the other was hers. He would not let her leave this area with his relic he glanced at the 2 fallen over statues not seeing anything of importance there he figured they must be placed in the bases. His hands hug loosely at his side and the under sides of his fingers seemed to glint in the light as though there were some metal objects in his hand. It would be wise for one to speak to someone who had the opportunity to take your ones life and did not. I highly recommend you return that blade to its rightful home before its presence causes you displeasure. He looked at her taking a long slow deep breath mumbling softly the words to to the spell he was preparing to prevent her movements.