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Thread: The Experiment (Ryax & Harmony)

Ryax loved how the panther bucked her hips so lovingly against her finger caressing and feeling of her sex. She was simply complying with what they both wanted, and it felt so good for her to touch another female again, especially one so lusting and willing. Ryax's senses were a bit overwhelmed by her own lust, her smell was caressed by the wonderful and lewd scent of sale sex that was brimming over at the panthers fern bed. The roars and moans were so lovely in her ears, it was like sweet velvet wrapping her musical innards in and caressed her soul. Ryax blinked a bit, looking at how the panther tugged on her shirt, it looked like she wanted her to take it off for some reason. A soft 'Hmmm' escaped her as she complied with what she thought the panther was suggesting. Leaning herself up, she removed her shirt and let her lovely breasts be directly exposed to the warm air around them. A soft blush covered Ryax's cheeks as she had chosen to not bother with wearing a bra that day. She knew that no one else would be watching them and that she shouldn't be ashamed of doing this, but deep inside she was still insecure about this, even though it was completely masked away by her raging lust. Ryax dove down on the panther again and went directly for her breasts, directly licking and twirling her tongue around her nipples. A soft moan escaped Ryax as she wrapped her lips around one of her nipples, taking in the lovely, full and perky texture. Ryax let both her hands wander down the panthers stomach, sliding one of her hands under her own skirt, rubbing her own sex as well as putting her full palm over the panthers slowly rubbing in firm circles, again sliding in her middle and ring finger into her wanting pussy, twirling her fingers lovingly around inside. She pulled up on the panthers nipples with her lips, hoping to cause more moaning and lovely ecstasy to run through her body.
Thread: Destroyer's Rise (Pathfinder)

This is the place for all OOC chatter related to Destroyer's Rise.
Thread: Destroyer's Rise (Pathfinder)

Anything new on this one?
Thread: Destroyer's Rise (Pathfinder)

still waitin on people.
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RE Hungry for dogs PM sent!
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RE Hungry for dogs Added a new plot idea please reply if interested..I'm really hungry for it and my dark fantasy begs to be taken and bred,
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RE Hungry for dogs I AM interested... Until a couple of months ago, I'd never done animal-based role-play. But I have one going now The Equine Research Project in Semi-private Role-plays, and it's coming along really well sez me... why don't you read it, or part of it, and see what you think! I'd be tickled to test my newfound skills in your, umm, role-play....
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RE Hungry for dogs Bump with new and exciting plot. enjoy and please send me a pm if interested.
Thread: Destroyer's Rise (Pathfinder)

OOC Chatter Post Character Profiles Destroyer's Rise rules ------- Teeming with life and trade, the city of Vaersk was a wonder to behold. Nestled between the twin arms of the Granite-wash River Vaersk is capitol and primary port of the nation of Everend. The city's massive granite keep rests atop the only hill in the otherwise flat and rolling plains of Everend's verdant Heartlands. Spreading around the keep like a wheel is the Outer City, with twenty-four long roads stretching out like spokes. Smaller avenues and alleys branch between the spokes, creating a grid system of sort for the city. This adventure begins on harborside on the 23rd spoke, at the Stained Hand, one of the city's more exclusive Inn's. The Hand looks from the outside to be a regal establishment, certainly out of place against the gruff backdrop of Vaersk's rowdy harbor. A large oaken sign greets any potential visitors, an emblem of a wine glass spilled across an open palm beneath the words The Stained Hand. Once inside any observer would find themselves surprised at the furnishings within. Every stool or chair finely polished and free of scuff or scratch. The inn's common room stretches a remarkable seventy by forty-five feet and has many tables spread along at random but comfortable intervals. Serving-women bustle about catering to visiting diplomats and wealthy merchants while profitable rumors flit across lips loosened by wine. But the real business was taking place on the third floor, in the Landlord's private conference room.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

He was jumping from branch to branch between the large trees in the forest. Silently and swiftly tailing a fast Werewolf that was trying to get away from his grasp. Unsuccessfully of course, as the predator in this story was actually a highly acclaimed Werewolf Hunter, protector of his own kin, slayer of the deadly plague that was upon his people. Right now, maybe you're thinking about the classic Werewolves versus Vampires scenario, and you're just right. The predator here was indeed a Vampire hunting his prey. This particular Werewolf were no match for him, except for his speed. It had been a long time since he had hunted a Werewolf that was as fast as this, back at the Great War was the last time. He was chasing it, playing with it, toying with its mind, making sure that it knew that it could not escape him. This Vampire's name was Ryax. He was a veteran of the Old Ages, back before The Great War between the Werewolves and the Vampires. He had survived, offing thousands of Werewolves to keep himself alive. He didn't manage to save any of his friends, family, relatives. He was but one of the few that remained to this day of age. The werewolves had gotten strong again, quickly regaining their ranks over the years, again threatening the Vampires and a new war was almost upon them. He had employed himself to the council, as a Werewolf Hunter, aiming to soften and reduce the ranks of their nemesis. Ryax was fairly skinny, gently rising to a 6'3'' height. His skin was white, his eyes were dark red and his hair was short, ruffled and pitch black. He was dressed in a long, thick, dark red trench-coat. He had a pair of black and rugged pants and a pair of black and dark red hand-guards for potential close combat scenarios. His boots were simple hiking boots, big, thick, black and adorned with crafted bone and teeth to add a personal look. After a while, a devious thirst and hunger ever so dark and deadly, quickly arose within the Vampire. He simply had to feed on some form of being that could give him blood to eat and drink. He was playing with the thought to actually feed on his victim before killing it. He was chuckling lowly for himself and continued to pursue the lone Werewolf. Soon they entered some grey-ish dark ruins smack in the middle of the forest they were in. He decided it was time to go in for the feed and kill. He pounced up towards one of the ruin tops and fixed his eyes onto the poor Werewolf and strongly leaped towards it. He landed with great force on the back of the Werewolf, pressing it down on the ground as he took this moment to bite down on its neck and feed. He never did enjoy the taste of Werewolf blood, but there was something special about this one. It didn't taste very bad, it was actually quite pleasant, smooth and tasty. A little better so then human blood, and it made him happy. Suddenly, his vision was getting blurred, his body loosing all its energy and he groaned as he tried to stay awake. He stopped biting and tried to focus on standing up but soon fell backwards, passed out, down onto ground a bit away from his prey.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Ryax, with much agony, slowly opened his eyes, only to lay his gaze upon a nude woman towering above, leaning over him. He managed to force a few blinks, slowly trying to remember where he was and why he was there. He was still a bit confused and a bit dazed. While he was in the process of rediscovering what his purpose at that exact moment was, his eyes stared upon the nude woman leaning over him. His gaze was slowly traveling across her body. They were admiring her entire body. She much resembled a goddess, built with a beautiful frame to lure him towards her, towering above him like he was going to be given his final embrace. His thoughts were most normal with faced with a situation like this. They were actually more pure then one would believe, much since of his current confusion. Though isn't it always a joy to have a naked and very beautiful woman leaning over oneself? At least that was what coursed through his mind as he suddenly caught a scent of werewolf coming from the woman and he quickly came to a realization of what was going on. Ryax's focus immediately darted to the woman's eyes, locking his gaze to them as his facial expression grew slightly towards fear and suspicion. He had not been caught in a situation like this by a werewolf since The Great War. The last time not ending pretty, so it was understandable why he would suddenly be on edge, as the one he had hunted now instead had him pinned at a great disadvantage. A brief moment of silence between them passed. He decided not to waste much more time in silence, and broke it by asking the woman carefully yet firmly, Why have you not erased me yet..? Any other werewolf would have slain me in the blink of an eye if I were to be found in such a position I am in now... A short moment after his question, his body began to ache lightly, and a light but clearly noticeable pain was felt in his neck. He winced a little at the sudden and intruding pain. His hand slowly reached up to his neck as he tried to feel where it came from, but there was nothing there. So where was this pain coming from? Maybe he had hurt himself in a weird way. His eyes were still fixed upon hers. A hatred against werewolfs had grown inside him for many years due to their brutal tactics and slaughter of his brethren in The Great War, but this hatred was currently being diluted by the fact that he was not erased yet. She had not gotten rid of him while she had the chance, yet for some reason she hadn't. This in turn left a growing curiosity as to why this was, to thrive inside of him.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Eves blood trickled down her neck slowly as she looked down at him. The pain was uncomfortable but she could deal with it. There was a fog of confusion building in her mind though, not one of her own. She furrowed her brows as she thought about it, then she looked him over. How do you feel, vampire? she curtly questioned him. She regretted not pinning him down before he woke up. Though, in his state she shouldnt be in any danger. If he had thoughts of hurting her, he should feel pain or some sort of negative feedback in his mind. She sighed as she thought about this all. Why did they have to develop this type of weapon? Why couldnt the two sides just stay out of each others way? She shook her head slightly, to get rid of her thoughts. Her vision narrowed in on him as he watched him a moment, then it hit her, the confusion was his own, manifested in her mind. She growled deep and irritable. If she we in her wolf form, her fur would be rising. OH NO! I will NOT be linked with a vampire!
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

How do I feel?, he blurted out sharply. I'll show you how I feel!, he said loudly, bearing his fangs a bit and clearly reaching out his arms to attack her, but a wave of terrible displeasure and blurring of his mind, set him off his track, instead he held his head with his hands and groaned as he rolled himself away from her. He quickly thought of other things, his mind clearing quickly. He got up and glared strongly at her. What have you done to me? Why can't I attack you anymore?, he said, stating his questions more then asking them. A single, glaring thought coursing through his mind What kind of crazy magic or science had the werewolves been tampering with this time? As the werewolf suddenly blurted out that she was linked to a vampire, a light to his questions suddenly appeared. Linked..?, he paused for a moment, his eyes twitching a bit back and forth as he searched his mind for old knowledge. No.., he said with a mumbling voice, They couldn't have... Ryax felt a form of burning anger, but it wasn't his own, instead he felt terrified. ... 'Did she say that she was linked with a vampire?', he thought, eventually landing to a shocking realization that the werewolves must have finally managed to develop the weapon that would make vampires empathetic against werewolves that they so long ago tried to create. Suddenly Ryax glared at her again, turning towards her and baring his fangs a bit again. This must be stopped here, or all my race will die! I'm starting with you!, he said sharply and loudly as he quickly tried to attack her, only to be coming a bit close only to have same reaction as if he would have hit a brick wall, his mind flooded with displeasure and confusion, some nausea as well, stopping him dead in motion, causing him to fall down on his knees, then on his hands as well, groaning from the immobilizing effects. As soon as he had calmed down, his thoughts returning to himself, he was weary to think about anything offensive towards the werewolf. He stood up, looking down on her, glaring slightly. There was a clear bit of a height difference between them. He fired off a series of curtly questions for her, Did the werewolves finally succeed in creating anti-vampire biochemical weaponry? And why would you be linked to me? Are you a test subject for the weapon?
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Eve immediately growled as he moved to attack her. She couldnt help the giggle that escaped her mouth as he rolled away then his glare was priceless as well. Though, she was on her knees, ready to defend herself, by the time he had retracted from her. And what have I done to you? How about what have you done to yourself? You were the one who fed off of me, are you not? Did I ask you to indulge yourself on my blood? she spat the words out at him, now becoming irritable. That was one thing that was always scary about werewolves. Their emotions were unpredictable and always changing. They could be elated one moment and enraged another. She growled as she felt that overwhelming feeling of being terrified in the back of her mind. She wasnt afraid of the vampire, so what wa- Would you suck it up?! Obviously it isnt working the way we planned if Im linked with you! I cant stand being this fucking. Just get over it! This isnt a big issue. She wasnt interested in answering any of his questions directly. After all, the way he interrogated her was becoming less becoming of the modern vampires. She had never met one that seemed so rash. She rolled her eyes as she moved onto her feet in one swift move. Now, to find my clothes, she muttered softly, sniffing the air as she looked around. They had been running longer than she realized. She was miles away from her check point.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Ryax's terrified feelings were quickly dispelled and replaces with curiousness as aggressive thoughts flared inside his mind that was not of his own. He figured it had to be the werewolf's thoughts, thusly replying thoughts simply being 'Not a big issue..?'. Ryax let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. His mind strayed, memories flashing him by, images of the old era where the werewolves had done terrible things with their science. The last time they had tried this experiment, they had merged the races instead of linking them, causing a new mutant species to be born, Were-Vampires. The repercussions were highly severe, almost killing off both sides, as the new race were highly superior to both werewolves and vampires had they let it root itself in this world, everything living would surely had been wiped out. He shuddered at his memories and refocused on the werewolf in front of him. Ryax quickly became very frustrated about the werewolf's disrespect in not answering his questions, but he quickly calmed himself down again. There was no point in getting worked up over this now, as there was nothing he could do about it. If he were to try to attack her again he would just end up on the ground by himself. Since he could no longer resolve this situation with force, he had to approach it differently then he was used to. He would have been more then happy to just dispose of her and break the link so he could resume with his business, but she was now a great liability and could threaten his existence if not checked properly so he felt like he had to keep her under close watch. Ryax took off his trench coat, wrapping it around the naked werewolf as she sniffed the air. He put his hands on her shoulders so she momentarily couldn't take it off. I guess it's a bit long for you, but it will keep you warm until you get your clothes back., he said coldly, trying for compassion but failing. Come now. Let's go to your checkpoint and get your clothes back. Can't have you walking around cold and naked, it makes me feel.. chilly., he said simply.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Eve growled as his jacket touched her shoulders, her hair actually raising on the back of her neck. Your jacket stinks, she lied. Unlike most vampires, he had a pleasant scent, he didn't smell of slowly rotting flesh. She was confused by this. She looked over her shoulder at him, a soft rumble in the back of her throat. She then shrugged his jacket off. I am a werewolf. I do not get cold. If anything, I am much too warm, she finally stepped further away from him. Being near him caused her mind to become a little blurry, her emotions riddled with other feelings. She didn't like them much. The further she was from him, the clearer she felt like she could think, though, that was probably all in her head. Well, follow me, she stated as she shifted into her wolf form. She was a petite wolf, as she was a petite woman, with fur the same color as her hair, though she had one redish brown paw, a matching spot under her throat as well. She cocked her head in one direction and then started off, knowing that the vampire would have no issue keeping up with her. Once they were at her checkpoint, taking about fifteen minutes, she shifted back into her human form. She then sought after her clothing. She had a large pack waiting for her. She pulled her long hair up and clipped it back with a wooden barrette. She then dressed herself in the tights and shorts she had provided herself, along with a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nearest town is about ten minutes that way.You can feed there.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Ryax felt a vague, strange but yet pleasant sensation coursing through him as got close to her and put his jacket on her shoulders. He shrugged it off as a mere bi-effect of the linking. 'Tsch', Fine., he uttered as he picked up his jacket, dusting it off before putting it on himself, hiding most of his pale white skin under its protective layers. As they took off, Ryax chose to stay a bit behind the werewolf being that he couldn't be sure if she was to lead him into an ambush of some sort. He had no problem with keeping up with her. Following her through the woods, he kept staring at her. Before the linking, he didn't really pay any attention to her form or movement sin any special way, he had only been hunting any other prey. However, after the linking, he felt himself.. appreciating her grace more. As they arrived, Ryax gracefully appeared a bit away from her, looking around suspiciously, trying to sense if there would be some form of ambush. The place that was picked as a checkpoint seemed... normal, nothing out of the ordinary and there were no signs of other werewolves in the vicinity. Of course she would be safe if the experiment had succeeded, but what if it hadn't. Didn't she have any backup? He pondered the thoughts in his head a bit. As she had dressed herself, Ryax couldn't help but to take another gander at her. He usually didn't look twice at anything in this world, but for the first time he felt himself appealed to do it. His thoughts had began to wander a bit, easing himself up a bit, but he shook his head, looking away and mumbled quietly to himself, She's a werewolf. Pull yourself together.. Ryax had not noted his rising hunger since back at the ruins, after all, he barely got to feed anything before passing out by the bioweapon. If he left his hunger unchecked he would grow weaker and at the same time more vicious and risky, he couldn't afford to jeopardize any of those things right now, he had to feed. Let's go., he said simply, as he took off towards the town. About ten minutes later, just as the werewolf had said, they had arrived at the aforementioned town. Night and silence was upon this town. Ryax could feel the presence of many blood bearing sleeping humans on which he could satisfy his hunger off of. Normally Ryax didn't kill anything if he could avoid it, but not killing something that one feeds upon is always a hard thing to do. Feeding usually felt so.. good... it was hard to stop while it had already begun. Ryax usually found a lonesome person in the middle of a night or a bum somewhere to feed on, to keep attention to vampires and himself to a vague minimum. He went into town, moving with the shadows of the surroundings and through the air above the street. Shortly he had set his sights on a lone human woman, walking along the sidewalk. There were no one else around so he decided to follow her in the shadows, waiting until she got into a spot where he could make his approach.
Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

Eve rolled her eyes as she felt his apprehension on the check point. She was in this alone. If she died, she simply died. She was part of no pack, though, the pack that had birthed her would have felt some loss. She was a loner that was loyal to her kind. She knew the risk she was taking when she took the job. Though, she wasn't anticipating such a skilled tracker. Then, she felt a sort of attraction linger in the back of her head, as she was dressing. Oh no no no! she said as she turned about, now finished with her dressing. I will have none of those thoughts! I will hurt you if you try and touch one hair on my head! Soon enough they were on the trail to the village. Eve had some money and food for herself in the pack. She was actually set, the vampire would have to fend for himself, though she was sure that he would be just fine. After all, he was an old blood sucker, she could at least tell that. When they finally entered town, she turned to him, I do not wish to know who or what you will be feasting on tonight. If you have further questions, Ill be at the inn, in room 9. She then left him to do as he pleased. She went to the inn, as she said she would, and went to the room she had booked over two nights ago. When she entered her room, she sat down on the bed and relaxed, closing her eyes. He had been following her for so long. She was aching. Her neck sore but healed from where he had fed.