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Thread: Werewolf trouble

The young bounty hunter sighed, straightening herself in the saddle of her black horse, wondering wether her companion has found any jobs yet. Her sword's scabbard clinked against her gray silver-studded vest and matching gray leggings. They had been in the village for a month now and he had refused to move on till we had some money. And I just wanted to move to the next town were we could find some job over there..... she muttered to herself and leaned foreward in the saddle, watching the villagers dart quick glances at me then scamper away. A soft breeze flicked strands of her black hair into the air. After another half hour of watching the people resent me for being an outsider, the doors to the inn burst out and my companion got thrown out of the inn , landing heavily on the dirt ground infront of me. He got up cussing and dusting himself off, hurling those insults at the villagers going back into the inn. I smirk and look down at him, Having fun are we? He glares up at me and flips me off, and I laugh in response. So, I guess your plan of begging for a job has backfired? And I also take it that we have to leave the village before we are hunted down and killed? Well......for the most part Adding the last part considering these are savages and that I am a woman. He nods and pulls himself up in the saddle, putting his hat back on and turning the horse to face the way to the next village. Did you get any helpful information atleast? Asks him alil while later after we left the village, after packing up our belongings and purchasing some food for the three day ride to the next village. That was the last of our gold florins we spent back there so you had better have something to show for it. Adds an accusing tone in my voice. He had been sulking the entire ride so far and he usually got animated when I accussed him of something. For this rp to work I would like 3 people, 2 bounty hunters and 1 werewolf. Since I am already 1 of the bounty hunters all we need are 2 others, werewolf can be boy or girl, bounty hunter has to be boy. If you want to join in just post.
Thread: Werewolf trouble

My comp fucked up please delete this thread, I don't need 2 of the same rp
Thread: Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams.

Ok so I am damon and as such I don't keep a journal much the same as I don't play around with love less people get hurt that way, any way I don't see anything wrong with taking a load of my mind especially if people give advice which I highly doubt that I would or will take being headstrong like I am. I do prefer the silence, solitude of being alone away from the hustle bustle of the human race, carefull not to mix with to many people that way we won't get hurt by our emotions, this diary, journal whatever you want to call it is my thoughts and oppinion on things, and at time may be used to keep a record of my dreams. The demonic soul of the fallen king ascends the stairway from hell, accompanied by his canine companians the pets he tamed cerberus and orthrus ready for his orders.
Thread: Novi's art sanctum~

Moar Gaia commishing x Coloured EditsMoar New art. Gaia commisshes 33color x Added color with opencanvas this time. Thinking of messing around with it more...even though coloring with a mouse kills me now. x Oc art commish x Gaia avi commish...Boy I haven't drawn women in a while. x Oc commish x Avatar Commish Snow Oh yeah Here it comes... Vallie What? Here what comes? Snow Our awesome art.... Vallie Kinda forgot we did that...too much rping and writing in general. Snow There could never be too much! Vallie Uh-huh....no...you know what there can never be too much of? Drinking blood... Snow Yeah...there definitely can... -pointstopileofcorpses- Vallie If anyone asks...you did it... -nodshead- Snow Anyhow...onto the art shall we Drew this for Seraph...he's the reason this topic exists. XD Character art. Her shoulders are off...I have yet to fix cuz I'm lazy.... More character art. More chara art . Drew this for some chick on gaia....I hate drawing from real life pics... XD it makes for great practice however. Yup you guessed it...I sux at hands... XD I sux so hard at hands... Whaano clikee?? Nope...it's small enough to be on here. XD Some avi I drew on gaia More gaia art. Snow I guess you can say the list goes from newest to oldest.... Vallie We need that damned tablet back. Snow Needs to scan more piccies...these happened to be in my lovely photobucket
Thread: Novi's art sanctum~

You have such an elegant style. It's very pretty! My favorite would have to be Arkane so much pretty hair! And such an awesome design, followed by Nightengale I'm not sure why I like this one- it's more simple than some of the others, but there's so much personality in it.... I dunno, I think it's awesome and then Aristo- I love her expression, and her hair and wings are just lovely.
Thread: Novi's art sanctum~

Thank you again for the lovely gift, and thank you as well for showing me more of your skill
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Thnx Lullaby. Those are my favs as well. I hate drawing wings...but I think those came out okay. You're welcome Seraph.
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-bumps- New art.
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I like the avatar commission
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-nods- I like it also. Turned out better than the oc. XD
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You are a wonderful artist. Could I request a character art from you?
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Why thank you Raz. Of course you could, well as long as you have either references or a detailed description I can work off of. 3
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This Is my current image for my vampire character. Feel free to play around with it, make him more sexy, or on a attack, add a character, whatever you wish. I put this in your willing hands.
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-nods- Alright, I'll see what I can do. 3
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8O D8 Kitten demands art too! -shakes fist- D8
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Really kitten? Of what may I ask? Added more art, a sketch and the colored version.
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Hm... some... man on man on man action? D
Thread: The Magician's Apprentice (Qedesha, mercurial)

When you dance with the Devil, the Devil don't change, the devil changes you - Joaquin Pheonix as Max California in 8 mm It is a world much like our own. It is the middle of the 18th Century, and the place is London England. The difference is that magic exists. Many common profession include some elements of magic, for instance a farmer might practice green magic and a sailor might practice blue. A sorcerer has mastered a single field of magic, a Magus has mastered two. There is only one Arch Magus, a master of all five kinds of magic, and she is known simply as The Dark Master. She is thousands of years old, and long ago abandonded antiquated notions like gender or even species. She can be or appear as anything she likes. Being ancient she has had many apprentices in the past, but has not taken a new one in more than a century. Being the only known Archmagus, only she can tutor another like herhim. Candidates from the white magic shool, who are anxious to vault over those above them and nieve enough to attempt to court the Dark Master have sent messages through intermediaries. After monthes of waiting each recieved a letter sealed in black wax under the Dark Master's glyff. The letter read as follows. Dear Applicant, I am intrigued by your messages. It has been an age since I took an apprentice, and even longer since one came from the white school. I will entertain your request in person at the tavern of the Three Masts on tuesday at 930 in the evening. Dress in your best, how you appear and act will be pivitol to my ultimate decision. DM The tavern mentioned is in the worst part of London, the docks district. It is a place where people routinely disappear. It is filled with drunken sailors and reprobates of all description. The appointed day and hour has arrived, and the maidens stand outside this place. Their noses are filled with the scent of pitchtar and salt air. The place itself it aweful, a barely standing structure who paint has been pealed away by the salt air. Loud and bawdy music can be heard from the streets as well as laughter and revelry. They are the cusp of a decision, move forward or turn back...
Thread: The Magician's Apprentice (Qedesha, mercurial)

Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom Tabitha Weaver clung to the front of her skirts, unheeding the rumpling of her new hooped gown. The new corset was uncomfortable, poking her in umfamiliar ways, but she had to admit that it was a dress that matched her form in attractiveness. A pale, oval face surrounded by flaming red ringlets that escaped the silly lace cap that fashion insisted she wear. The fifteen-year-old's figure was still forming, but she had enough bosom to fill the bodice distractingly, and a flat enough waist and wide-enough hips to help her dress flare out over the hoops to its full potential. The shimmering green dress with white trim stood out against the grey background of the docks tavern. It was the bawdy, dirty surroundings that really made her nervous. Privilege still held sway in London, and nothing more than an upper class accusation was still quite sufficient to have someone from the lower classes incarcerated... and she was dressed comfortably enough to appear to be upper-class... but this was edging into a place where there were few authorities around to direct the accusation through. The magus glyph pinned to her bodice was more protection... only a fool challenged a serious practitioner, even from the white school, no matter what their age. She glanced around, lurking outside the tavern, hoping to see someone else who might be on a similar task. The cold air, and the adrenaline in her body, made her shiver.
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom From the docks a large group of sailors come abling down the cobblestone street. They sing sea shanties, and are generally in a good mood. They are a diverse lot having large men of scandanavian and african heritage, small men of asian heritage, and all sorts of those in between. There are around twenty of them and as they approach Tabitha can hear conversations among them about how much they have gotten paid and what they plan to spend their money on, which mostly entails drinking and whoring. As they approach her white clothing stands out even in the moonlight and there are some appreciative cat calls and wolf whistles. None of them actually approach her, but they make lewd comments about her young body, about how red heads are supposedly great in bed, and other less savory things as well. They open the door to the ramshackle tavern and the smell of the place blows out at her, a mixture of stale beer, stale urine, some kind of salted meat, and other things she cannot quiet distinguish. If she casts an olfactory enhancing spell she will be able to pick out wet fur, stronger drinks like whisky and vodka, the oder of rotting teeth, the smell of very cheap perfume, and the like. Her eyes can see into the tavern now as the gaslights are on and the party seems to be in full swing. There are a few women, dressed in the typical whore's red and perhaps 4 dozen men. If the place were to catch on fire it would burn them all easily as the wooden structure has fatlighter for insulation and there is only one way in or out that she can surmise. The door is left adjar, seeming to becone her forward and at the same time scream out for her to run away and never look back. A low growl from the alleyway behind her alerts her to the presence of a very large canine who seems to be guarding its territory. His increased adjitation is further incintive for her to make her decision quickly.
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom The peculiar English ability to simply ignore that which is displeasing, even though it's practically under one's nose, came to her aid. She appeared to not see the sailors, apparently taking an absorbing interest in the peeling paint on the otherwise featureless building across the grimy road. Her ears and cheeks however, blushing a red that challenged her hair for scarlet fury, belied her carefully affected poise. It was ambition that spurred her on. The chance to grow, to learn, to expand the mind her fellow students had learned to respect, and to draw out new experiences... all of this had made her harass the Arch Magus with carefully penned letters, had brought her to this dark, potentially dangerous gathering, and now made her step through the inviting doorway and look about. The rising chill from the sea air and the rather frightening dog had certainly helped the decision as well. She stood just inside the door, looking about with a healthy mixture of terror and, she was forced to admit, burning curiosity. The red-garbed women drew her eye and she regarded them with interest, with the carefully conditioned horror and pity of her society, and admitted only to herself a hint of envy. Their freedom, the control of their own destiny, and the ease with which they bantered with their potential customers... Tabitha wondered what it would be like to have such an open life. The bruises on the women's bared arms and faces reduced part of that curiosity. It was a hard life. Most diseases brought from distant lands could be addressed quite simply, and pregnancy was of course easily controlled, but there was little to prevent the viciousness of drunken men. A corner of her mind still wondered what it would be like, under the control of a strong man, taken despite her desires, forced to degrade herself for the opportunity to eat. There was a thrill there, but one she buried quickly.
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom As she stepps through the portal, the doors seems to close behind her as if of its own accord. Her presence is immediately noticed as a hush falls over the crowd of drunken sailors and the few whores who cater to them. Then as if on que one of the sailors makes a comment about how the high and mighty have fallen in with the riffraff and the revalry begins anew, her presence all but forgotten. A strange thing happen to her then, as if some switch had been thrown in her mind, and she sees clearly a single open table off center of the room. Her mind makes the connection, it is obviously guarded by some illusion spell, meant to keep the sailors at bay from the Dark Master's table. As her eyes flick about she notices shadows in the dark corners she had not seen before. Femanine shapes in dark cloaks...The Dark Master's Apprentices, the sama intermediaries he sent to the quarterly sorcerer's society meeting. Smiles spread with crimson lips across bright white teeth, and hand motions are made for her to seat herself. The world bends again and she is conscious of both the table and the drunken debauchery around her. One of the previous sailors, a mountian of a redhaired man clumisly asks if she wants to dance with him. Another takes liberty, pressing his hand against her stomach and attempting to pull her into his lap. The larger man takes her by the arm, and a tug of war ensues as both men attempt to claim her as prize. Then another hush falls over the group as the bar tender, an big man in his own right, wrappes a heavy club against the oakened bartop. None of that you feckless maggots. She has an appointment ! This immediatly causes both of her assailents to let go and even to pardon themselves. The one she faces has his chin against his chest as he scurries off trying to go unnoticed with tail tucked firmly between legs. She is then given a wide berth, allowed to move about in the crowded room with no further molestation. The empty table becones to her, and now there is a single occupant. That occupant is as aout of place as she, but for different reasons. An old crone seated where no one was only a moment ago draws a start from the young sorceress. Can this be the Dark Master? Surely not...it is obviously someone who has stumbled through the illusion, right?
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom She was flushed from the struggle, busily tucking hair back into place and straightening her gown. It had been a moment of sheer terror, her slight body helpless against the sheer physical strength of the two men. She had had an array of spells to hand, any of which might have sent the men reeling... or at least driven them back for a moment... and the whole lot had fled her mind in the moment of crisis, washed away by the wave of panic. And also, frighteningly, disturbingly... there had been excitement. Joy at the rush of emotion, thrill at the loss of control, the knowledge that no matter what happened it wasn't her fault, a freedom in itself. Even anticipation, the licentious evils that she'd been warded against, the pleasures of the flesh she was forbidden to enjoy, all dancing for her enjoyment in the vivid imagination behind her eyes. She could still feel the heat, the sensitive skin from the hard, calloused hand that threatened to tear the silk of her dress. He'd pressed against the small space between the stays of her corset, somehow... through luck or experience... and she wondered how she'd felt to him. Had he enjoyed the touch, had he wanted more? Her arm felt bruised, both did in fact, and she examined them for a moment. She didn't really see them, though, lost in her self-analysis, her quick yet inexperienced mind wondering at her own reactions, her own intentions. Then the view of the crone made her literally jump. Her mouth worked, words stillborn as she stares at the woman. The School of White greets you in peace, she said finally, taking refuge in the ancient, safe words. They weren't really rightfully her words... technically she should be a graduated Master to offer them, a rank still a few years away. Further words were lost on her as she watched the crone, hoping for an explanatory opening.
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom The sound that comes from the mouth of the crone seems like a laugh, but not. There are very few teeth in her mouth, and the ones that are there are black. Her dirty and unkept face and body seem dim and worn out. The voice, though, the voice clearly doesn't belong to this body, or any body it is practically otherworldly. The School of White is not here, you are Tabitha. What you are here for doesn't include them, and if you think it does you should just leave now. The Dark Master reclines in the body of the crone, a disguise she used often. She looked over the yound white sorceress appreciatively, she was young and ripe, exactly as DM liked them. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasteing this ripe young body. First, there should be a test. What you want here is what I have, the power over primal magic, the magic I learned all those thousands of years ago which has become segmented by small minded men and women. What I offer is true power, true magic, and it is what you want. For this I demand a high price, a five hundred year vow of servitude, absolute servitude. You will be mine, your body, mind, and soul will belong to me to do with as I please. If you do anything without permission, or refuse me in anyway, it will be my option to punish you or to rend the vow and strip you of all magic. While you contemplate this, a test. Walk out into the center of this room and remove every stitch of clothing. Return to this table naked as the day you were born or do not return at all. Do not worry none will touch you without my permission. The crone stares hard at hisher prospective Apprentice. The stare is almost a dare, as if the crone doesn't believe she will comply.
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom Tabitha felt the room swim around her, cheeks blazing red as she heard the command. The laughing crowd was a continual audible reminder of the eyes that would be watching her shame, the smells a reminder of the squalid environment, and there was a definite fear in the sound of the voice. It promised more and worse if she did this. On the other hand... there was a tradition for masters to test apprentices in strange and occasionally dangerous ways, although she'd never heard of anything like this. The dare was there as well, enough to get the fiery redhead's dander up. There was also the fire of ambition in her heart, quite willing to push her into something like this if it was the path to her growth. The thing that finally decided her, however, was the very real thrill that the thought sent through the darker parts of her mind. She wanted to do it, part of her realised... wanted to bare herself humiliatingly in front of all these people, have them stare at her body and lust after her. The very dark parts imagined the crone lying, the men here taking her, using her body roughly and casting her aside afterwards, soiled and broken. She quivered as she pushed the thoughts aside and, before her courage broke, turned on her heel and strode to the middle of the room. The hair net fell first, her released hair spilling prettily over her shoulders. The gown was hard to undo, requiring some acrobatics, but it finally fell to the floor... she nearly stumbled as she climbed out of it, leaving her heeled shoes behind. The corset was fortunately laced in front and she was able to undo it... truth be told it didn't do much to her already curvy figure. Finally the shift was pulled over her head, revealing a lush, curved body that, despite her youth, had definite womanly promise. Her head was down, cheeks matching her hair again as she turned to scuttle back to the table, bare ass wiggling with her sway as she tried to pretend that the room was empty.
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Re The Magician's Apprentice Leaquad, Qedesha, doom At first the room takes little notice of her return, it had already been made clear whom she was here to meet with. The roudy party continued and the drinking and laughing as well, until that is she began to peel off her clothing. It stopped everything cold, and the room went dead silent. Every eye was on her from that moment on, and you could have heard a pin drop. The men began to breath heavily and some even had hands stroking themselves through their breaches. Some took slow droughts off mug to wet dry throates. Some simply stared in wide eyed facination as this white sorceress, a virgin, began to bear her body for them. Some did not believe what they were seeing and whispered but clearly audible in the quiet Shes gonna do it... Somehow even the prostitutes stared at her with a mixture of jealousy and a hint of lust. In the dark corners, the shadows of the Dark Master's apprentices moved and whirled. A few of the men got close, so close she could smell their breath and see the shake in their hands, even watch them lear as her milky white flesh came into view. Shes blushing, look at how it makes her tits red. Her hair is red on her cunt too. She heard all these and other more vulger comments about her body. As she crossed the shimmering curtain back into the protection of the illusion the Dark Master had changed as well. Now she appeared as a strange hybrid of a man and some kind of lizard. I must say I am impressed. I didn't think you would do it. Very well, then, I will offer the vow. The lizard man produced a long document, written in the language of magic on yellow crinkly parchment. Even the ink seemed to glow. It read as he said it would, in a kind of magical legalese. She realized that there were no loopholes, that signing this document she was selling every part of herself for the next five long centuries. Instead of handing her a quill and inkwell, she is handed a straight pin and empty well. Prick you finger and bleed into the well, you muist sign in your own blood, after all...