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Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Sergey Trotsky sat down in the mess and ate quickly. His hands were a flurry of motion and in seconds he had finished. It was how he had grown up, eat quickly before it could be taken from him. He stood and his lean muscular frame instantly hunched slightly before he moved along towards the flap. He made his way outside as he wiped his mouth pulled a cigarette and lit it all in a single gesture as he moved. He was a prodigy of a sniping family. His father had been one, his grandfather had been one, yet oddly enough he was now a spotter for a sniper wanting a change of pace. He stepped with a slight hesitation before placing his foot down. He gave a slight sigh at the injured leg. His superiors had just transferred him to hide much of his past. He had been a member of a front line unit. Upon being told to retreat they had begun to do so when they were outflanked, he soon found himself alone, his only order being to retreat. He could have. But he knew he could not return home knowing he had run. Picking up a number of rifles he had run through the small town and found a block of tenement buildings. He had taken a floor and carefully set up his shots. Fifty Nazi's later he found himself facing a division of Panzers. He killed two tanks by shooting through the small peep holes of the tank before he heard the building creak. In a flurry of crashing stone and smoke he found himself buried alive soon after, the Nazi's having destroyed most of the town just in an attempt to kill him. Thankfully he had been on the top floor and under a thin roof yet a beam had pinned his leg. Seventeen long hours later the citizens of the town returned once the Nazi's had pulled back at night fall finding him in the rubble of the building. He was a young ensign of nineteen, he had been in the military for three years already and had just become a war hero, if anyone would have believed the story. He found himself stripped of rank and given a position considered most punitive, to be a scout for a sniper. To see another do what he excelled at. He was replacing her former partner, and knew better than to assume to know her. He didn't wear much in camp, a pair of steel capped boots he had taken from a dead nazi, an off white pair of trousers with woolen underwear beneath. Knit wool socks, his shirt a knit wool shirt and his trousers held up by a belt with a wide silver belt buckle. He didn't care for a coat, much of his childhood had been spending time with his grandfather out camping and training his skills. Making his way through camp he sighed. He had been much younger when his father had been killed and his mother cried herself into a stupor as the military came for him However this was duty to country, his grandfather wanted to go as well, however the Dragon Killer Pavlic was not considered of age to do as such. Making his way over to her he looked down the end of his cigarette at her with a smile. Greetings He simply said.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka looked up as her partner made his way over to her. The odour of his cigarette filled the air and she cringed a little at it. She hated the smell of those things, but she kept her thoughts on the issue to herself, the men needed some form of stress relife. Senka looked at him and said Morning.... As usual, he walked around half dressed. She sighed a little and said The captain wants to see us later so I suggest that you get properly dressed she said to him. She stood up and looked at him before one of the other female snipers walked past and said Senka, come and eat breakfast, you have been sitting out here all morning. This snipers name was Aleksandra. She was one of the women that had escaped the village with Senka that night. Aleksandra was the complete opposite of Senka. She was chirpy, peppy, and energetic. She grabbed Senka's hand and forcefully dragged her inside the mess hall and sat her down in front of some food before she pointed at it and said Eat. Senka sighed and said I'm not hungry. Aleksandra would not have any of that. She literally picked up the spoon full of food and shoved it into her mouth. I said eat Senka!. Senka blinked a few times before she sighed and took the spoon, swallowing the food on it before she said Fine and grudgingly began to eat the food. It was probably a strange sight for the rest of the people there, watching Senka the Hawk get spoon fed like a baby. Senka took a bite of food on her own before she looked over at Aleksandra and said Happy?? She smirked and said No, I want it all gone. Senka sighed and continued. Aleksandra was the one person who could boss her around like she was her mother. It was somewhat embarrassing for Senka. She sometimes wondered how the girl sitting in front of her could ever calm down enough to be able to take a shot and actually hit the target.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He saw her cringe but said nothing. If she didn't have the nerve to speak up then she had no right to expect him to change. Puffing slowly he looked to her. The captain is someone who cares more about efficiency than dress, thus I think I'm alright. He said slowly before he ran his fingers through his wheat blond hair before he shook his head his piercing blue eyes staring off into the distance. I mean if you'd like to play dress up you could ask. He added coolly almost as if he may be seriously considering the prospect. He watched her get dragged off and he wandered towards the armory. Talking to the female guard he flirted and joked till she gave him a rifle and several rounds of ammunition. Walking off towards the nearby woods he set up a blind and lay down waiting calmly. He was rather in the mood for some fresh meat, why not find some himself. He thought as he pushed out his lips and curved looking at the lit cherry of his cigarette. Sighing he tilted his head and pressed it into the snow he laughed softly. Oh well He added.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka sighed as she was forced to eat up every single drop of the unppetizing borough that they served here. Once she was done she looked up at Aleksandra and said Are you happy now?. Aleksandra grinned and nodded and said Yeap. Senka sighed and just shook her head before she stood up. I have to go now okay she said to her. Aleksandra grinned at her and said Alright, see you later. Senka was relieved that she was set free again. She walked outside of the mess hall and began to make her way back to her own quarters. She walked inside her tent and sighed to herself. She took off her coat and chucked it on her bed and sat down. She sighed to herself and looked at the roof. She and Sergey hadn't been sent out on a mission in awhile. She was getting a little restless. She hoped when they saw the captain they would get something to do. Life at the camp could get rather boring when one had nothing to entertain themselves with.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He laughed softly as he looked to the woods as he made his way back. Slung over his back were a number of small game birds that had been foolish enough to fly away late. None of the bodies had heads as a testament to his skill, but more impressive was the fact he had twelve birds yet only eight bullets had been given to him. He made his way to his tent and threw them down on a tarp before he made his way back out and to the armory. Returning the rifle he gave the guard a peck on the cheek before laughing as he saw her blush then making his way back. Plopping down onto a cot he pulled a knife from beneath his pillow and began to gut and clean the birds with a slow methodical familiarity. He unlike his partner made do with camp. For now he would sit here taking his time to do as he pleased. Sun is up..heading to bed dear.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

okay, night About two hours later, a knock was heard on senka's door. She got up and opened the door to see a private. He saluted her and said That captain wishes to see you and your partner now. She nodded and said Thankyou. He saluted her again and left. She sighed and picked up her jacket, putting it on before she walked to her partner tent and knocked on the door. When he opened the door she looked at him and said that Captain wants to see us now...whats that smell? asked asked, looking around as the smell of the birds invaded her nose.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Flicking the blood from the knife he quickly sheathed it before he made his way to the door. Standing before her his eyes narrowed slightly. We don't have time for that. He said as he pulled off his bloody shirt and tossed it to one side. Stepping out he locked the door behind himself and pulled on another shirt as he walked briskly across camp. He wasn't even supposed to be looking at a rifle longingly much less using one.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka watched as he changed his shirt. She sighed and turned and began to make her way over to the captains tent. She walked inside and saluted him before he said Ahh, Senka and Sergey, we have a new task for you. Here are you briefing folders. Senka looked down at the table and picked up one of the two folders and opened it up, taking a glance through it. The captain spoke again and said Your target is a man called Josef Ulbricht, he is a captain in the German army. In two days from now he will be traveling to the German military camp, 200 miles away from him. Intelligence tells us, on route he will be switching cars here he said point to the map. You task is to take him out here, and anyone else who gets in your way. More details are provided in you briefing, any questions?
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He laughed softly as he stood there, his hands in his pockets he stood leaning onto his right leg as he looked to him. He had known this man for years but couldn't really let that get out into camp. Looking to him he smirked and had the expression of casual regard he did with all giving a brief salute before listening to the mission. He shrugged as he was asked and simply said. Can we go? I was doing something. He said slowly before he made his way towards the door.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

The captain said If there are no questions, feel free to leave. Senka saluted him again before she took her copy of the file and walked outside and began to head back to her tent. She looked down at the file and began to read it slowly, taking in it's contents.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He made his way back to his barracks and finished cleaning the birds collecting the feathers in one bag and the entrails in another. Slowly he walked out into the camp and towards the fire in the center before running them through. Leaning down the rotisseried them and sat nearby occasionally turning them while basting them with a cup of pineapple juice he had taken from the mess catching it in a pan before repeating the process.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka sighed and walked back into her room and began to thourghly began to read through the breifing. She then sighed to her self and left the folder on her desk before she walked outside into the cold. She looked around and began to walk around the camp. Tomorrow they would be leaving for their mission.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He squatted there, slowly eating, his lips and teeth pulling at the flesh while he closed his eyes. He savored the taste of it before each swallow even drinking in the juices he had been basting with. It splattered against his shirt and as a result he slowly stripped it off before grabbing the next and resuming. Steam rose off his lithe muscular back as the light began to lower.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka sighed to her self as he walked around the camp. Then the strange of unfamiliar smell of something being roasted reached her nose. She began to head towards the source and she saw Sergey. She walked over to him and stood by the fire. He seemed to be enjoying himself it seemed. She looked over at the birds for a moment. Well that explained the blood and the smell in his tent. She looked at him and she remembered back to her old home. They often shot birds down and roasted them just like he was doing.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He opened an eye and peered at her. Trying to look down my throat to see if there's a soul in there? He asked as he continued to eat now with one eye open. Unlike you I'm not satisfied with the nonsense the camp calls food. He added soon after before he stood before her. His suspenders hung to his sides, his upper body exposed its heat rapidly escaping as steam though he felt no cold as he looked to her. Or have you simply come to look at me? he asked as he lifted his shirt and wiped his chin with it before turning from her.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

His voice snapped her out of her reverie and she watched as he spoke to her and stood up. She looked up at him, talking no mind of his exposed torso. Well, alright maybe she did have a glance but kept it at that. She looked at him and said I didn't come to find of specifically, I was just walking she said to him. She sighed a little to her self and continued walking Enjoy the birds she said to him.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Uh huh He said slowly as he smirked and turned from her picking up his remaining bird. I was planning to He said slowly as he made his way towards his quarters. Slowly he pulled the rest of the meat off chewing slowly as he made his pack and such getting ready to move out whenever it was necessary. Cleaning his knife he resheathed it before he climbed into his bed.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka sighed and returned back to her tent. There she got her own pack ready, packing it with supplies for them mission. She then changed into her bed clothed and climbed into her own bed. She reached inside her shirt and held onto the ring around her neck before she closed her eyes and went to sleep slowly.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

HE lay there as he always did, thinking back to watching his fellow soldiers getting mowed down. Watching them seem to come apart. His eyes widened as he pictured it, their bodies in tatters around him, their blood running rivers down the hillside. He sat alone with his rifle too terrified to run but only wanting to live. He fought to live.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka fell asleep. It seemed tonight she would be blessed with a peaceful sleep. Most other nights she would dream about the events that happened to her in the village. She woke up early the next morning. The file said that they would be moving out at 0800. She changed into her uniform and made sure everything was in order before she walked out of her tent with her pack on her back.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

He already stood by the ashes of the campfire, pack on his back, his uniform on, his buttons slightly undone towards the top however. Leaning back slightly he looked to her his eyes unflinchingly looking at her in the early morning. She had not told him what time to be ready for, already he felt rather insulted.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Senka walked over to him and said Wear leaving in 2 hours she said to him. She had felt no need to tell him the time to be ready since it had been written in the file he was given. She would have though he would have at least taken a glance at it. She looked at him before she said I'm going to the armory she said heading past him and off into the distance.
Thread: Fighting on the Eastern Front ((Me and Anansi))

Alright He said slowly to her before he turned and flopped out a mat before he sat down slowly. Mmm I'll be here. He didn't need to go to the armory, he had a sidearm and thats all that was allowed to him in his lowly scouting position.
Thread: Yuri - Gargoyle X Human - Girls who are Girls.

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Thread: Yuri - Gargoyle X Human - Girls who are Girls.

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Thread: Yuri - Gargoyle X Human - Girls who are Girls.

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Thread: Private Lessons (MortalGirlXKlein)

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Thread: Burny's looking for rps (Het and yuri)

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Thread: Burny's looking for rps (Het and yuri)

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Thread: Burny's looking for rps (Het and yuri)

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Thread: Burny's looking for rps (Het and yuri)

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Thread: Burny's looking for rps (Het and yuri)

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Thread: Burny's looking for rps (Het and yuri)

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Thread: .,;:'Sorrow's Seething Solitude':;,.

A trio of buildings, all facing one another, sit not in a forest, but strangely on a mountain's shelf. They sit too high not to be kissed by the altitude's snow, but not high enough to be wrapped in it's embrace. Each one, bares it's share of holes, rips, and missing walls. There is even, a fallen structure, which resembles what might have at one time, been a windmill. Naturally, nothing works inside these buildings, and even the doors seem to be practically plastered shut with nature's claim. Vines, moss, fungus and a multitude of other forms of underbrush have overtaken the carpets, floorboards, and even ceilings of these three houses. Furniture, has been removed, either by the owners, or by thieves. Only one piece of suitable structure remains, and that, is a rather nice looking coffin. It lays in the north-most building, which hugs the mountain's side tightly. This mountain, is one in a hundred. Many more surround it, and many more envy it's height. Placed somewhere in the Appalachians, it spikes out and reaches for the stars, silent, and patiently waiting for one to finally fall to it's grasp.
Thread: .,;:'Sorrow's Seething Solitude':;,.

Bundled up heavily beneath a white, furred coat, it was little more than sure determination that kept the warm weathered creature trekking her way up the chilly mountain side. A hood pulled up around her face, the soft fur plastered to her cheeks, hands in mittens and shoved deep inside of her pockets, it was enough to keep her warm, even with her usual baggy jeans doing little to keep warmth trapped within their confines. Upon their last parting, Meth had let Kyro pick their next meeting place. And while the task had seemed daunting then, it wasn't hard to figure out which mountain he had spoken of on that day. Certainly the highest peak, and obviously so. Though what the significance of this place was had not been divulged, just yet. Approaching slowly, her footsteps heavy and loud in the silence, she notices the buildings, heavily decayed and ravished by time and weather up ahead. Glad she had dressed appropriately, she pushes on, humming a sweet melody that melded unconsciously with the somber air, apart and yet delightfully together.
Thread: .,;:'Sorrow's Seething Solitude':;,.

T hat stony gaze drifted to it's owner's companion. She was, perhaps, the only thing that had a certain effect on him. It effected him so, that in the edge of his lip, a slight curl was formed. Happiness was not created, but rather, the memory of it. In this, insanity was sure to develop, however, for now it was far down the road, and he intended to walk it slowly. Miniature bolts of what resembled electricity flew from his silhouette as he quite literally slipped through the quite solid roof. Every molecule in his being created one of these little mock lightning bolts, creating an intricate storm of mockery to weather. A pair of boots hit the ground inside the house which bore the casket, however, with no one around to hear the silence, Kyro's mind made up for it with a pair of imaginary taps. The front door to that particular building began to creak open, until it snagged, and quite literally snapped off it's own hinges, only to fling itself at the ground. This drew his attention to it, and though there was little to be done, he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for not only the door, but for his friend. Likely, since she was so bundled, the lack of a door on the already tarnished building would only make matters worse.
Thread: .,;:'Sorrow's Seething Solitude':;,.

Being close enough so as to not need worry about conservation of energy, she practically skips up the rest of the path to the clearing so close to the top of the mountain. Having seen Kyro sink into the building in a very spectrely way, she already knew where to find him and strolled casually up to the house, only to find the door lying on the ground. Curiously, she lifts it up and props it more or less against the opening before lightly rapping on the badly damaged wood. Taking a step back, she turns to marvel at the view, being surrounded by such a cold and savage scenery was intriguing. It was breath taking. Beautiful even. And so very appropriate for her friend. A slight curve of pink lips, a small smile as she tosses back her hood to take a deep breath of cold air, feeling it's icy touch on the inner most workings of her heated body.
Thread: .,;:'Sorrow's Seething Solitude':;,.

F rom the darkness of a room, did the man slowly come into sight. His eyes finding the door propped, but not fixed, to the place it'd been once before. Soft crunches, like boots over mattress, sounded as the way was made to that door. Prying it open carefully, he finally set eyes upon her lovely pink hair. That beautiful tanned flesh. A smile nearly formed upon his lips, but died before it could muster the strength to lift such features. In only a matter of moments, the door was slowly grinding it's way down the building's form yet again, and tried it's luck at crashing to the ground. Not much for a graceful hello, in comparison to the many ways that Kyro was so known for. His hand was quick to steal it's escape, however, and with a forceful push of his aura, the door quickly froze to the building's exterior. Hello, Meth. T he voice called out, not loudly, in fact, it likely would be quite a bit quieter than the door's 'hello'. It mattered not to him. Most humans could catch the words in such a tone, though with the frigid air all around them, perhaps one would have a slightly difficult time even noticing the icy grip on his voice.