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Thread: Overstaying Her Welcome (and loving every second of it)

Marcus and Alessia were generally trusting people. Well, at least by noble standards, which were notoriously low. Still, she'd covered her tracks well and even if she hadn't, Marcus was generally rather trusting of cute young girls. What could he say? The man wanted a daughter and a seemingly perfect candidate had just shown up on his doorstep and taken a shine to the position. Certainly, I'll have to have the servants set up the table like this in the future. Marcus agreed as Eve told him that this was how she usually sat. Alessia had noticed that she looked more mature than last night, bringing up her estimate of Eve's age by a little bit. Either way, it made her that much more certain that Eve was ready for the lessons she'd be given. Marcus began to eat happily, pausing once or twice to discuss what housework Eve ought to learn as well as which of Alessia's old dresses would fit her best. The latter conversation was rather short as they both agreed that she'd look good in any of them, though one or two might not be appropriate for a distinguished young lady such as herself. Marcus raised a brow when his adopted daughter began to speak suspiciously about her father. After a moment he gave a little nod before looking to Alessia. His wife could read the look like a book and knew that her husband wasn't fully comfortable with this situation. Still, the look he received in return told him that she'd go along with whatever he decided. Marcus looked back at Eve. I suppose it might be simpler if you came with me. Could the possessions you're looking to pick up be carried by a single large horse? Lord Byron wasn't exactly known for his mental stability as of late and he didn't want to bring more people than he could look after. Not on the first visit anyway.
Thread: Is back, forrealz.

Sorry to all of my lovely roleplay partners! That includes Relix, Vivid Fizz, missedstations, iKitten and Midnight. I hit a bit of a rut and plus, with Easter, I kind of spiraled into obscurity. But, I'm back, and I can't wait to continue the roleplays I had going. I'm about to go off to bed right now I'm high off of pain meds, it's midnight and I have a massive shopping date tomorrow morning! but I'll be back tomorrow to reply to all of my lovely roleplays. Night to everyone, hope the Easter Bunny was good to you! listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: Concerning age of characters

So explicit sexual themes involving characters 13 years of age and older are allowed? Not judging, just surprised and wish to confirm. Thanks.
Thread: Concerning age of characters

Opiejuan said So explicit sexual themes involving characters 13 years of age and older are allowed? Not judging, just surprised and wish to confirm. Thanks. Click to expand... If they have entered puberty.
Thread: A Heads Up... for those I RP and/or chat with, etc.

OK. Most of you know that I'm pregnant right now recalls pics, journal entries and chat discussions highlighting this topic. And most of you know that my scheduled c-section date is for Friday 4302010. Given that info, I wanted to make a quick statement about how I'll be MIA for a wee bit as a result of this. The plan is that I'll be MIA STARTING 430. Though, I suppose you really never know when it comes to labordelivery. So, there's the off chance that I could go into labor earlier. Knowing that... if I just up and disappear for a few days, you'll know now that this is why. Anyway, from what I know and assuming no complications with either myself or the baby occur, my hospital stay should be about 4 days. After which, I'll be heading home and adjusting to being a mom of TWO kids, LOL! My parents will be staying with me for a bit and then my MIL will be visiting for a bit. The visits should last roughly about 2 weeks time. What does this all mean? It means that once home, I probably won't be responding to my RPs for a little bit. But that doesn't mean I won't be on the site. As part of the Welcoming Committee and just because I love you all so much, I'll be on when I can. The RPs will have to wait a bit while I adjust, recover and visit with family. Of course, this sooo does NOT mean I'm dropping my RPs. Oh so far from.... those of you who've chatted with me, whether on chat or PMs, should know full well that I love and adore each and every RP I'm doing. So, when visitors are gone and I've gotten my groove on... yep, I shall be responding to any posts any of my RP partners have left while I'm MIA-ish. Which I hope are A LOT! LOL! So again, I stress to my RP partners. Don't think I've given up on our RPs! And don't think I've disappeared! I'm counting on all of you to stay motivated while I'm out for a bit because trust me when I say that I'll be sooo ready to get back into them after all is said and done! Projected MIA Time 430 - 54ish Projected No RP Response Time 430 - 516ish Should Be Back On Site Starting 54ish
Thread: A Heads Up... for those I RP and/or chat with, etc.

I'm giving this a bump so that the appropriate people are able to see what's written here more easily.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

The green of the forest slowly dwindled as the lone rider made his way down the old dirt road that he had been following for the past few hours. Before him stretched a small town, the brown rooftops of its shops and homes signaled against the clear blue sky a short reprieve from his travels. It had been some time since the rider had given himself a chance to rest, though with the King's men always seeming to want him for one reason or the other he didn't exactly have the luxury to pick and choose when he could set his mind as ease. The hamlet in question seemed quite enough and usually the people of such a place were willing to stay quite to avoid trouble for themselves. He knew very well that many would tell any Red Coat of his presence should they ask but he hardly blamed them. Such was the life he had chosen. The rider sat atop his brown steed, a strong horse of obvious good breeding. It's legs were powerful and fast, outrunning the King's riders many times before. The man atop it was even finer bred than his animal, his looks strong and dashing. Standing at just over six feet tall he was an intimidating man, broad shouldered and with the muscles of a man used to hard work and self-training. His blue eyes were framed by a handsome face, though the stubble on his chin spoke of a man who spent most of his time alone and on the road. The first thing to go when I have the chance he thought to himself as he entered the limits of the hamlet. His horse trotted through the town, mingling with the men driving their own beasts of burden to their shops and back to the fields. It was obvious he was a stranger in these parts but that was hardly anything new. He did not stick out much as he moved though the cobblestone streets, wearing a simple black overcoat that could have been worn by anyone. Though it did carry the added benefit of hiding this twin pistols tucked away at his belt. Smiling as he looked around he was unable to stop himself from tipping his hat to the fair women who caught his eye, always a weakness for him. Chuckling he took to the town square, intent on finding a place to rest for the night.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

The smell of fresh bread and roasting meat filled his nose and he couldn't help but take it all in. This was by far one of the more charming villages he had been given the chance to visit, the atmosphere pleasant and from the way the townspeople talked and greeted one another without showing him an open hostility gave him the impression that they were a polite and god-fearing folk. If there was one thing he could appreciate it was good company, one that didn't ask too many questions all the better. He paused for a moment as the corner of his vision caught sight of a fiery red, a signal to tempt his eyes and once more drag him to acts of sin. Oh woe is he, always surrounded by the temptations of beautiful young women. Surely the devil possessed him in places such as this, causing him to flirt and commit acts that had him run out of town. Or perhaps he was just a good-for-nothing rogue. That could be true to, he mused. He cast his gaze towards the lovely young thing with her basket of flowers, red hair shining in the sun. She was quite the sight and he could imagine the she had several young gentlemen callers already banging at her door. He flicked his horses reins and steered him towards the girls direction with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Reaching into his coat his hands delved into the coin purse at his side to retrieve a few coin for the purchase of one of the beauty's wares, making a short prayer letting the previous owner of the purse know it would be put to good use. He quarry had just called out to another figure, offering her a flower. Without much thought he looked at the new arrival and for once in his life felt his mind go blank. The straw hat had hid her face from view at first, hiding the beauty underneath. But now the sun graced her fine features, her dark hair and fair skin like a beacon to his eyes, drawing them in and making him completely forget of his original object of desire. Her lips were like roses, a sweet nothing he had whispered to many girls in his time but now found himself mesmerized by the truth in human form. He watched in silence as he placed a single flower in her hair, enhancing her beauty in his eyes before she and her friend went their separate ways. Shaking his mind from that daze he chastised himself. He was not prone to such flight of fancy, a dangerous thing to have when the only thing between you and the noose was your wits. Still, he could not hold back the desire to follow the young woman. Simply talking to her would do no harm, and if she proved willing...then he could put this out of his mind.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Bess caught a glimpse of the strange man on the horse before he was hidden other, more familiar faces. A waking dream, perhaps? No men that dashing every appearing in this small town, as charming as it may have been. There were brave and truly wonderful men but none of them had the charm and finesse that this dream man seemed to possess. A smirk crossed her lips and she shook her head, snapping the reins to get Simon moving. The old horse huffed and began to pull forward. The old wagon creaked and lurched forward and she made her way out of town. Merrily people waved and nodded in her direction. She was the landlords daughter, the landlords kindly daughter, and she had made many friends. Down the road she traveled, whistling a tune to herself. It was a sweet but sad melody that her father used to sing to her as a child. Sometimes she wondered where he had gotten it from and dreamed that her mother used to sing it. A wistful sigh escaped her ruby lips and she edged the horse on further. Simon was trudging along at a slow pace, slower than usual. Ol boy, she cooed softly towards the poor horse. Papa has worked so hard. You should be giving small children trots around the inn. This type of work is too much for your bones, huh? Dont worry tomorrow I will demand that he gets another. Leaning forward she patted the brown head of the heaving and foaming horse. Over the road she traveled that circled the purple moor. She looked at the scene with a wistful smile. Such a beautiful place. It was good that the redcoats normally did not come out this far. King Gorges men brought nothing but death and destruction. Terrible men with their own agenda and none of it honorable, the redcoats ate and drank the village to poverty never paying for anything. Suddenly the cart gave a violent jolt. Simons knees had buckled and the poor old horse was attempted to get up! Another tremor when through the cart , nearly sending her flying off. Luckily only her hat tumbled off of her head. Tightly she held on to the reigns as she attempted to stay on as the creature panicked. Calm down! she yelled. The intensity of her voice only worked to spook the horse further and when he did manage to pull himself up, he galloped so quickly that Bess lost control of the cart! Against the road the hooves pounded, the covered cart creaked and bounced precariously. A scream emitted from her lips as she now fought desperately not to be tossed off!
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

He saw the accident waiting to occur as the horse nearly fell over itself. He didn't have to have lived her to know that horse was too old to be doing such labor, the beast well past its prime. He gripped the reins of his own horse tightly, gritting his teeth in concern as the young lady let out a scream. That was not the best way to handle a frightened animal, nor was this the was he wanted to introduce himself. Oh well, not much to be done here. Kicking his horse into action he took off after her just as the old steed took of in a panic, apparently there still being some fight left in those bones of his. A cloud of dust kicked off behind them as the rider sallied forth, squinting his eyes and catching sight of the ladies hair twisting in the wind. A beautiful sight even when she was in peril, if he was inclined to laugh about the matter. He did find the moment to snatch the straw hat flying towards him on the wind, acting on instinct as it almost sailed past. Hurriedly he rode up beside her, the horses hoof beats thundering in the air as they rocketed down the road. He wasted no time in catching up for fear the creature might crash in on itself sending his lady tumbling to her possible death. With a practiced hand he reached out for the harness of her old horse, grasping it with all his strength and pulling back on it. The old stallion fought against him, the panic and fear evident in his black eyes but still the rider held fast. As the sweat dripped from his brow he managed to steer the beast to the side of the road, slowly but surely getting him to slow his pace and end the threat to the young woman's life. Even as he stopped the old horse was still letting out sounds of fear, his legs jumping up and almost getting ready to run again. The riders own beast held itself, like its owner having nerves of steel. Gently petting the animals head he whispered soothing words in it's ear, her horse calming down and slowly but surely planting all its hoofs to the dirt. That's a good boy, he smiled. Reaching into his coat he pulled out a carrot, a little something he carried with him for his own ride, and let the old steed enjoy a snack. Turning his attention to its owner he let go of the reins, assured she was no longer in any danger. Pardon me my fair lady, he bowed his head to her. She was even more radiant up close than he had thought. He had expected such charms in a castle or manor, not on a run-down cart in this small town. Moving his horse over to her side he smiled, handing her the straw hat only slightly crumbled from his grip. You dropped this. I felt inclined to return it to you.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Madly she fought the horse as it rampaged, careening madly and nearly running them off of the road. Arms flew up in front of her face. No matter how hard she tried she just could not get the old steed under control. Bess was all a tremble as the Highwayman came riding up beside her. Arms covered her black eyes and, in the dust and confusion, she could not make out the figure of the man who had spurred to save her. It was not until the horse was pulled to a stop had she realized anyone had intervened at all. Her heart was racing still. Who had saved her? Surely the horse was not pulled by some unseen force. Logically someone had to have saved her. Slowly she lowered her arms and who should she see but the man she thought was a figment of her girlish imagination. Her eyes widened for a moment and her cheeks burnt, leaf bits and dust caught in her long black hair. She licked her lips to whet them. They were dry from the dirt that was kicked up. The noise of her old and exhausted horse munching on the carrot was the only sound between the two. Her cheeks burnt bright red, making the color of her dress look faded in comparison. He had even saved her straw hat, though battered. That hardly mattered to her. This was an amazing, mind boggling, and completely impossible. A smile crossed her lips and she chuckled as she took the hat and placed it gingerly back on her head. Thank you, sir, she replied. Her voice still held the fear of what had just happened. Surprisingly she was shedding no tears. It was a rare thing when the girl cried over anything. They were useless and she rarely had anything to cry over. Ba-bump. Her heart sounded against her chest. Could he hear it? Ba-bump. For saving me. I did not expect Simon to give out of me like that. I do not know how I can ever repay you She trailed off as she came up with an idea. That would work! This man had been traveling. She had never seen him before and it was likely he came from very far. I know! Follow me back to the inn and I will have a free meal prepared for you and possibly a room as well, if you are exhausted. I assume you are exhausted from saving a twit girl whom pushed her horse too forcibly.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

He took a deep breath at the sight of her cheeks blushing, the girlish habit not escaping his notice. The red tint made him want to take her in his arms right then and there and just hold her, but of course one must mind manners. He smiled at her trying to avoid looking down towards the rest of her form, keeping his view on her black eyes. He couldn't recall ever seeing such eyes before. Even with his attention drawn to her face he listened to her every word, his own heart beating faster than normal. What was this feeling growing inside him? This felt like more than simple lust. You flatter me and insult yourself my dear, he chuckled. He patted the horse's backside, feeling the bony structure underneath his skin. Even an experienced rider could find a horse in this state hard to control. To demean yourself with such harsh words in unfitting to a girl of your charm. Now a free room and board...that was a tempting offer. One night couldn't hurt, though staying in one place too long would prove too dangerous. He had robbed to many nobles and killed to many corrupt soldiers for them to give up in looking for them. And I could only take you up on your offer if it is of no problem with you. I would hate to take any coppers from your inn by eating for free. He smiled and removed his head, bowing to her with all the politeness of a gentleman. He thought over all the names he had used recently, making sure not to repeat himself. My name is Johnathan, and I am at your service my lady.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Bess cleared her throat. It was true that she was self deprecating in nature when the time called for it. Honestly how could anyone blame her? If only she could have paid more attention to poor Simon. Twas a fool who would not have noticed that the old stud was on the verge of collapse. Yet she did not press the matter further. The Clydesdale was now recovering from the ordeal and happily munching on a carrot a splendid and refreshing treat. Her face faltered just a smidgen when he mentioned money. It was true that the inn could have seen much better days. Taxes and soldiers taking liberties with the rooms, food and ale had seen to that. Yet there was no doubt in her mind that her father would have given this man the very clothes on his back for he had saved his daughter. And certainly he had said her. All to easily she could have been killed in that accident. She had just hoped that none of the milk spilt or nothing smashed the bread and cheese. The beautiful young woman placed a hand to her head and groaned. She had not even thought of that until now! Though instead of jumping off the cart to check, she continued to sit and smile brilliantly. Johnathan. Bess had always rather fancied the name and her heart gave a flutter. Her breath felt light and pure in her chest, making her lightheaded. What was this feeling? Could she be so easily charmed by a handsome man that rescued her from certain peril? Did not all girls dream of encounters like this? I am Elisabeth, she replied. Shocked was she that she introduced herself so formally. Everyone knew her as Bess a common nickname for Elisabeth, but she never viewed herself as an Elisabeth. Bess or Bessie suited her far better. Quickly she amended it. Bess, if you rather. I know that I would. It is a pleasure to meet you Johnathan and I am sure papa wont mind. He will want to help the man who saved his daughters life. Her attention then turned back to her horse and she winced. Poor old fellow. He had another mile to go until they made it to the inn. She leant forward, ample bosom pressed against her bodice and threatened to break free. At seventeen she had some womanly growing to do yet and was popping out of dresses left and right. So much coin just went to keep her properly clothed these days! I am just not sure how I am going to get Simon back home with all of this food. We need the supplies desperately. A pout crossed her lips and she sighed. Ride on ahead me and explain to my father that I will be around shortly and that I offered you a free dinner and a place to stay for the night.
Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Her breasts were not the only thing threatening to break free at that moment. The sight of bosom stretching against her bodice raised a fire inside him and sent blood rushing to his manhood. She was so young and innocent, but with an aura of sexuality that she seemed to be ignorant of. Oh what he would have given to take her now, to ravish her body upon the grass and show her how a man treats a lady. But while he was many things, thief, murderer, and traitor to the crown, he was not a man who assaulted vulnerable young women. A willing partner was so much more interesting. Though a slightly reluctant one could be fun to tease... He donned his hat again, tapping his finger to his chin. It was clear that Simon was in no state to drag such a heavy load whatever distance she wanted. He looked at his own steed in the eye, smirking at the thought. The honrse let out a whinny at that moment, as if it knew what its master was thinking. My dear Elizabeth...no Bess, though you grace me by allowing such a drop of formality, I cannot sit ride ahead knowing that you may be in danger still should your horse give out. Swinging one leg over his large beast he dropped to that the ground, brushing himself off of the dust that had accumulated and making sure his weapons were out of sight. I offer you my horse in his place. He is fit and strong and could easily make such a trip. I can walk Simon to your inn. The old boy could certainly use the rest. He held his companion by the reigns, offering to help her. His name is Tallaroy, and he has been my fateful companion for some time now. That was the horse's real name of course, as he sincerely doubted the wanted posters spoke of the horse by name.