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Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

This expedition had taken months of planning, and had cost her employer a great deal just to make sure she had the information she needed. Normally Valya Moorshire, commonly known as The Shadow, stole things from people's homes or off their personages. Grave robbing happened at the right price too, but delving into ruins and snatching something forgotten save for myths and legends didn't usually fall into her skill set. Her employer had insisted upon her for the assignment though. He'd promised good money upon her return, and it was enough she was already planning her quiet retirement from the world of thieves and criminals. If she'd known artifact hunting could be so lucrative she might have done it from the start. Then again, tramping through uncharted forest and having to fend off wildlife wasn't the most pleasant thing. It might make smaller amounts, but thieving at least provided a soft bed and the relative safety of a city. Brushing aside branches she sighed. Before her lay her destination. Finally. The temple was a mass of ruined stone and statues too weathered to identify any longer. And right there, on what was once an altar, were the two large, gold interlocked rings. Both were decorated with the Ouroboros in silver, and looked untouched by time. Pulling out a leather sack she approached them. Alright. Just gotta get you in the bag and head on home. Easy peasy.
Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

Reyner was at home in the forest. It breathed life into him. The scents, the sounds, the smells... He grew up on them and embraced them. Life in the wilderness, growing up into late adolescence, was the most joyous time he had so far. Before they came. With their magic and cruelty, they uprooted his isolated family home, carved up his parents and then carved into him. Runes. Control. Forced recruitment. Not that he made it easy for him, but there were ways you could break and twist a young psyche that he could never have imagined, of both natural and unnatural origin. Most wouldn't want to. Most didn't need to. So after years of suffering and then submitting and then following and then carrying out their missions, here he was, what was to be a final task in exchange for his freedom. The trust wasn't an easy one but after so long, a bond forms in this way, to this point that even in their savage way Reyner feels they'll honor their deal for he has earned it. The comedy of it is, once he's granted his independence, there's no other home that he knows and he's not sure he'd bother to look for one. This contemplation faded from his thoughts as he came upon the temple. A place of crumbling stones and old, lost culture. He caught sight of the altar and, despite the rules of deterioration, the untarnished rings. He almost scoffed in disbelief, expecting the chore of some tedious search through rubbles and instead they looked to be waiting for their discoverer. That's when he caught sight of her. He moved quickly and quietly to press against a statue and tsk ed. Of course, it couldn't be simple. He dropped a hand to the hilt of his shortsword, but bloodshed wasn't his first choice. Instead, a row of small throw knives lined his leather belt in a holster. He drew one loose and stepped out from against the statue. He let it fly with a swift motion of his arm, releasing it by the tip of the blade so it'd move front over end, the blade quickly found its mark with the point, catching the bag from the woman's hand. Hold! I see you've found my rings, adventurer. His voice called as he approaches. Honest enough mistake. With them sitting out in the open like this. His voice played lightly while his eyes made sure to find her's and make the promise of a potential threat.
Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

Valya cursed softly as the blade struck inches from her fingers. She should have been paying more attention. Her hand rested on the hilt of her short sword as she turned to face the man with an arrogant little smirk. I think it's you who's mistaken, she replied cheerfully enough, though her eyes narrowed slightly, These belong to the man who's paid for them, and you are most certainly not him. Now I've had a hell of a time finding this place, and I'd really appreciate it if we could just agree that since I got here first I get to take them. Her eyes never left his as she crouched down to pick up the bags. She'd been given explicit instructions not to touch the rings, and while she didn't know why it mattered she'd follow orders. Covering her hand with the small bag she grabbed at them. The hand on her sword hilt tightened, ready to draw the blade.
Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

Talking was worth a try, he supposed, but expecting anyone to accept loss loot after this far of a trek was wishful thinking. The same went for him. As soon as the stranger grabbed at the rings, Reyner drew his steel and swung sharply downward, just missing the tips of her fingers before she grabbed the prize. It struck the altar with a scrape and he sighed at the potential damage to the blade's edge. You're quick. He noted out loud, piecing together the likelihood that this wasn't some luck-stricken amateur. He backed up for her potential retaliation, putting space between them so a strike of her own wouldn't find him. He took in a breath, steadying it as the inhaled deepened. I have coin. I can offer you a deal, but it's the only offer I'll make before this gets... messy. He, too, had the warning against touching the rings against bare flesh but the specifics of consequences were unknown to him. He had put a glove on only one hand, however, it currently around the handle of his sword. This was meant to be quick, isolated retrieval... The unexpected variable was pressing to the forefront of his mind, the chance of exposure to the curse falling to the back. Either way, I'm not leaving without the rings.
Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

She dropped the bag as he swung and jerked her hand back. Lunging forward she swiped with her own blade, her other hand pulling a slim parrying dagger from the sheath at her lower back. Missing him by a hair she fell back into a defensive position, the warnings she was given forgotten. All that mattered was the fight about to happen. How cute, she quipped with a patronizing tone, You think you have enough coin to out buy my employer. Getting the rings and leaving alive were all that mattered. Lunging forward again she swung with the sword in the hopes of pushing him back away from the altar. In a mad dash for the rings she figures she'd have the upper hand. Elves were speedier than humans after all. She just needed to get him far enough away to make that speed really count.
Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

His sword was held upright in a defensive position, eyes narrowed on the persistent Elf girl, a frustration growing inside of him. I'm just trying to spare your life. He glanced back to the rings, still up for the quickest grabber or the survivor of this fight. Clearly, though, threats weren't going to scare this thief away. A rune in his neck began to heat and singe his skin. He winced in reaction to it before the pain faded. It would be the first reminder that he was on a time limit. Each passing day would bring another dose of intense pain. None matching what it'd be if he returned empty-handed. He gave a quick downward slash in another attempt to push her away from the altar more so than landing a blow. Unfortunately, he never quite shared his captor's preference for savagery, no matter their torture and conditioning. With his back turned, he reached back without looking, his bare hand grabbing for the rings but only finding one. His fingers fumbled for the other but he couldn't find it and there was no time to let this Elf find an opening. Damn. He muttered, his hand wrapped around the ring, pressing against the handle of his sword as he braced himself just in time to defend against her lunge, causing him to take hard steps back away from the altar, where the remaining ring still sat.
Thread: A Cursed Union (My Angel Is Broken/Viliya)

Right, she sneered, Because my employer's going to pat me gently on the head if I fail! She saw him grab the first ring and knew she needed to grab the other if she was to have any chance of succeeding. So when she drove him back she snatched the other, only realizing her mistake when it was too late. Valya felt the magic crackling in the air, and cursing tried to drop the ring. It refused to leave her hand as the band, and the serpent etched upon it, unwound itself. Striking at her left ring finger it curled around it, becoming a ring that sat as snugly as if it had been made for her. Residual magic made her hand tingle, and sheathing her blades she tried to pull it off. It didn't budge. No matter how she twisted and tugged it refused to move, and after a particularly rough attempt it seemed to squeeze even tighter briefly. The cool demeanor she'd had slowly began to crumble into panicked anger. She couldn't go back with just one ring! Not to mention she'd be lucky to only lose a finger when they saw her wearing it! Forget the money, her life was now on the line. You fucking idiot! Drawing her blade she charged at him recklessly. Valya had to get that other ring from him. She'd kill him for it if that's what it took to get the damned thing. At least it she returned with both, and wearing one, she knew for certain the finger was all she'd lose.
Thread: Alliance Corsairs (Alvis Alendran&LilGunner)

When the lock doors hissed open, Roan was looking almost right over the head of new arrival. He suppressed a smile. Short, lithe, he'd almost consider calling her a dainty thing if he thought he might survive the reprisal of that. He'd learned a long time ago that there were certain cracks you just didn't make to ladies in the corp. He'd seen more than a few teeth go flying when some of the more meatheaded marines had thought it might be funny to poke fun at the ladies in the ranks. Roan himself had long ago learned that less likely a lady looked like she'd be a amrine, the more dangerous she tended to be. So a short lady in dress blues was liable to be a handful and a half if he wasn't smart. She carried herself very well, the faint lines on he told him that she wasn't likely to be any kind fo green, and that mattered a lot. He'd requested a verteran. Pulled a few strings back in the command ranks, what was left of them, to make sure of it, but the cost had been not having much say in exactly who he was going to get. When she snaped off a smart salute, Roan returned it, the movement not even registered. he's been doing it for so long, so much of his life, there were a few thigns that were just auto-pilot for him. He had to wonder at a marine who arrived for corsair detail in her dress blues. Making an impression? Possible, and if that had been the intent, it was working, for better and worse. Colonel Matthias Roan, Sergeant. But I'm huessing you knew that already. He dropped the salute, adn took her outstretched hand. It was a firm grip, not crushing, but there was certainly pressure in it. Not a contest, but certainly an acknowledgement that he didn't plan on seeing her as anything less than a soldier. Good to have on board. Not sure about you, but I'm about ready to get back to basics and shoot some Godsdamned pirates and slavers instead of trying to fight giant mechanical space squids. He let go of her hand, and nodded. Come on, I'll give you the dime tour. Cap, why don't you get us underway. It's a good four days to our first drop site. The captain nodded, not bothering to speak to anyone, but just heading back to his cockpit to get the ship flying. Roan waved for Kira to follow him as he head down the corridor to the stairs that would take him from the CIC. We'll swing by the crew quarters, and you've got your own space. We'll also need to get you out of that uniform. Roan paused a half beat realizing what he'd just said. And into some civvies. We're off the books here, can't have us stomping around like we're real soldiers or anything. he added, giving a smile back at her. Not his best recovery, but he'd made worse ones.
Thread: Alliance Corsairs (Alvis Alendran&LilGunner)

Strange they outfitted a merchant vessel the way they did, even managing to put a CIC in it. Kira nodded some as her gestured around the room before they headed towards the few staterooms. A location she knew well enough having been there already. Honestly she was a little surprised there was only one head to be shared though she assumed the Skipper had to have a head attached to his own stateroom. Who knew really, it was a fairly small ship after all. She followed him to the armory, also already knowing the location, nodding some at him explanation. It made sense. I don't blame him. If I were in his boots I'd do the same, less to change once he's released from service, she said with a halfhearted shrug as she followed him to the mess and galley. Kira's eyebrows rose a little in mild surprise. Fend for yourself food? Honestly she was alright with that. Honestly cooking sounds good. Her face softened a little as though there might be the threat of a grin but nothing more. I hate shore duties but I do like being able to cook my own food. Never been on a ship with a free roam galley. Cooks are usually more defensive about their gallies than guarded outposts. I had a couple spatulas thrown at me as a Private. Again with the shadow of a grin which was more just a softening around the corners of her lips and eyes. Kira followed the Colonel to the lift and the short jaunt down a deck. As the door slid open she glanced around the large bay. Green eyes bounced between the three vehicles there. Lockers too. Even better, a work bench, perfect. Guess I'll move my shit down here, she said with a nod to the lockers. Leave a little more room in her stateroom for, well, hoodies mostly. His mention of the M-22 brought a small tilt to her head followed by a short shake in the negative. Can't say I have, never really an opportunity to, she said as she walked over to the hover bikes. Of course she had heard of them but most commands she served at weren't exactly quick strikes. Usually far larger operations. Not to mention the potential risk. Marines were a little wild even with massive, slow equipment. She couldn't imagine the mischief the average marine would get to on one of those. Guess that'll have to be a training point. Is there a manual for them, a qualification packet? She leaned over one in mild interest. More than mild really. They might be metal death traps given the speeds they could reach but she couldn't deny she was a little excited to try one out. Back in her NCO days she had been known to drive rovers a little wildly.
Thread: Alliance Corsairs (Alvis Alendran&LilGunner)

I think we've got some training manuals on hand. Here, let me check. Roan stepped to one of the folded the bikes and pressed a switch on it. The bike unfolded, blue jets of light coming from the bottom. It hummed and stuttered, sounding very much like a shuttle craft. Once extended, the bike looked to be a little over six feet long, and floated three feet off the ground. Roan opened s compartment on the side, showing htere was a cargo area, likely able to hold a few cubic feet of materials. He found a pad in it, and checked. Nodding, he shut the bike down, the unit folding up and settleing back to the ground. He handed the pad to Kira. That should tell you the ins and outs. If you want to kick the bike around the bay, go for it, just try not to push the speed up too far. These bikes are expensive, and replacements are hard to come by out here. Hell, they're going to hard to find most anywhere these days. Since...well, fuck, you know why. He shook his head. The whole Reaper war, if you could call it a war, had rocked everything to the core. Alost half the Mass Relays were damaged and on the fritz, making it hard to safely get anywhere. It'd get fixed, the Asari were on it, but it wasn't going to be fast. It wouldn't be done within Roan's lifetime. Hell, it wouldn't be done during the lifetime any living human, or even their children. Roan gave himself a bit of a shake. He was starting to get a little prone to remembering randomly when not under fire. Probably due to his age. He knew he was only really middle aged, but he felt old. He'd seen too much. Hed seen a lot of ground wars, and he'd seen too many worlds burn. Slaughter and butchering on a scale no one had even conceived of, it was still nightmare stuff. He shook his head again. It didn't take much apparently. I'l have us landed a fair ways back from our op when we get there. Give us a chance to put the bikes through some paces. Get good on this thing, and I imagine you'll find it useful if you have to redeploy mid op. Roan observed.
Thread: Mx Female Slice of Life, taboo, forbidden?

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Thread: Hytale

View So I happened upon this about a month ago and I was curious if anyone else here on Blue Moon might have also heard of or been following it. From what I've seen so far I think that it looks fairly promising. It seems to me like this game will incorporate the 3D sandbox and building of Minecraft with the actionadventurerpg elements of Terraria, like a best of both worlds sort of deal. Any thoughts?
Thread: Hytale

I've seen the trailer too, and I have to admit, I am pretty hyped. This seems incredibly promising, more so with a huge name like riot games at their back. I am especially curious about the scripting and crator tools, having this as part of the actual game would be great.
Thread: Pick a prompt, any prompt! NSFW! (CYOA Added!)

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Thread: Mx Female Impregnation, Possession, and Sensual Love

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Thread: Question about a tag I noticed

So, I have been gone a while since the lat time I was on there were no tags, I noticed in the Non-Binaries that there was the tag NB, which I assume means Non-Binaries. If I wanted to just play a futa should I put the futa tag or NB? And if I just wanted either futa or male partner characters how would I just put that with the futa? Something like futa x futa or male? How would it best look for that type of tag? Sorry if this is a stupid question.
Thread: Question about a tag I noticed

NB does mean Non-Binary, and most include that tag with the implication that NB means futa characters. Or at least this has been the most common practice I have noticed across the vast majority of NB tagged threads. That said, you can add the NBx M or NB tag to show you are interested in futa x male or futa x futa pairings.
Thread: Question about a tag I noticed

Thanks for the reply. And i will change the tag later when I am not too busy.
Thread: Mx M or NB Gender bending

ThatRPer said I know this might be a long shot, But I'm looking for an RP where my character gender bent another person into their ideal partner. This could be full scale turning a man into a woman, or just mild transformation into a feminine form. Pairing ideas Roomates Son x stepfather Boss x supervisor Boss x subordinate Kink focuses Gender bending Lots of sex Kissinglicking Nipple play Optional pregnancy lactation Anal pregnancy If you're interested, shoot me a message and we can discuss further details from there Thanks Click to expand... Hi there I'm Davey and I'd love to chat. I actually find the idea of being transformed to some degree into a feminine form. Give me a yell sometime and I will try to check in more often.
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Thread: Fx Any Looking for dark gritty snuff RPs

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Thread: Let's play on discord!//Doubling Up is Fun!

Added A plot. I'm finishing this thing damn it! Slowly but surely. XD
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bump for my new harem plot
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Thread: Predators or Prey?

Predators have eyes that face ahead, for depth perceptiontarget range. Prey have eyes that look to the side, so they can see predators coming. So the question for you ladies is drumroll Do you have the breasts of predators or prey?
Thread: Predators or Prey?

LOL! Predators, but because they're on the smaller end. I don't even know if breasts of prey can exist on smaller-chested women.
Thread: Predators or Prey?

You sonnova bitch... That was well enough played that now I have to go check. consults with the bf Mostly predator
Thread: Predators or Prey?

As a guy, I am not opposed to being taken out by a boobytrap. What a way to go.
Thread: Predators or Prey?

Chai said LOL! Predators, but because they're on the smaller end. I don't even know if breasts of prey can exist on smaller-chested women. Click to expand... I'm on the smaller end too. I'm also a predator. Honestly, I never thought I'd type those words.
Thread: Predators or Prey?

At least for now....Prey...our baby is due on Feb 28th and like every other part of my body, my boobs are now larger
Thread: Predators or Prey?

Hey, it looks like I can be a predator in some context.
Thread: A strange calling....Brings a creature.

Azura Thorne glanced at the stranger before her and spoke. The enemy has long fled, but before they did so they trapped me, and all of my servants here within the grounds of this very castle. I have been stuck here because of the holy order. Oh they are still here, but they are trapped in forms that most of us would not recognize. I have tried to undo the damage the humans did. But I have only been able to reverse a few of the succubi back to their original state. The rest are still trapped in the forms you see around you some as statues in this castle, others as ghostly spirits. Though she herself was slightly exhausted from the fighting of the energies that still bound her here. You are lucky you were not here when they bound me to this place else you would suffer the same fate. Though she knew time was slowly running out to break the trap the holy order had set. If there was a way to kill them or break the binding spell they used on us I would take that in a heart beat. As it is I am afraid most of us will eventually fade out over time. She didn't know what had caused this attack on her people only that it had happened No one had been able to for see it happening. If we could have had warning we might have been able to prevent what the humans did. I can only guess that perhaps some one fed on a human that they shouldn't have, which caused the attack but I am not certain. She moved to get up off her throne even though sadness did radiate outwards from her. It was often true that humans feared what they did not understand, but was also true that the followers of the light tended to distort some of the truth to their own liking to get the masses to follow them.