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Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Delin was proud to serve his king, and he'd been truly honored to receive this post. He was a high ranking soldier in the Order of Light, the knighthood of the Light Fae. There was a constant animosity between them and their counterpart, the Dark Fae. It existed simply because they were the opposite of each other, one light and one dark, not able to exist without the other. In an effort to keep the peace, Delin was part of a tradition that stretched far back, the exchange of a warrior to the other order. One warrior of dark would serve the fae of Light, and he stayed with the dark fae, living with them, a right hand to Oberon, their king. The nobility of the position would have stayed if they didn't find each other so different, so disgusting. The dark fae did as they pleased, seemingly having no morals, no decency. It was difficult to keep his own living among them, witness to the debauchery of the dark fae. The fae of light were no prudes of course, it was just the sheer intensity the dark fae showed surprised him while being among them. It was somewhat helpful to imagine his counterpart living with his brethren, confined to their beliefs and culture. Today seemed to be a special occasion, Oberon was unusually happy about something. It was hard to read the king of the dark fae, often cheerful one moment, then vengeful in the very next. He kept quiet about it, and Delin simply kept by his side as was his duty. It was soon revealed, as two servants, some treant fae, brought a blindfolded girl into the palace, Oberon ecstatic at the sight of her. The main surprise was that she was human, and a truly beautiful one at that. It didn't help that the girl was nearly nude, only her bottom undergarments hiding her groin, but torso and slim legs in full view. Delin, that girl is mine. Her ancestor gave her to me in a deal long ago, and it has finally come to fruition. As my servant, my guard, I place her in your stead. No one is to touch her, none are to have her but me, he explained before moving to enter the extravagant room he'd put her in. Sire, being around us, she is going to be driven mad, the knight spoke, humans were extremely sensitive to the pheromones a fae could release, most not able to resist. Oberon simply returned a grin, and disappeared. Delin stood outside, attentive while waiting for his lord. Piercing blue eyes watched the halls, and no helmet rested atop his shorter, black hair. The armor of a light fae was on his body, a golden chain mail that covered most of his fair skin, a longsword in its scabbard at his hip. Sharp facial features turned as he stayed vigilant. A few minutes later Oberson left through the doors, just giving Delin a look before walking away. The light fae took that to be the start of his post, and he went to enter the room. It was a surprise as the girl was suddenly upon him just as the doors closed, and he did what he could to cast her away. Please, calm yourself, girl, he said, pushing her away, seeing the full effect of the king's influence, and trying to follow his order no one touched her but the king.
Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Belle was pushed away, asked to calm herself. She just giggled, something Belle would have never done had she be in her right state of mind. She stepped up to the handsome dark stranger, but was pushed away once again. She pouted, an act Belle also had never done, not since she was seven years old. Her grey eyes met his blue ones, and her heart started beating a little faster. By God, he was gorgeous! Belle wondered what he looked like without his gold armor on. Calm myself? There's nothing to calm. She bit her lip and smiled at him. She stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his chest, the metal of his armor cold beneath her fingertips. She tilted her head to look up at him, seeing as how she was short and he was so much taller than her. Why don't we get this highly uncomfortable looking armor off of you, and we can get in bed. She suggested, and took another step closer, only to be gently pushed away once again. She pouted again, and went to the bed, shimmying out of the dress that magically appeared on her body so she was half naked. Only, this time she took off her panties too, and climbed on top of the cloud-like bed. She moved her long, thick, pale blond hair to one side of her head and laid on her back, sighing. Belle had never been this aroused in her whole life, and Oberon had managed it with just a look. And then he left, leaving her here with a man who wouldn't fuck her. She whined again. Come on, you know you want too. She giggled. Why the hell was she giggling? Belle wasn't a giggler. In fact, she usually found girls who giggled to be annoying. This entire situation was bizarre, and Belle had foolishly hoped awhile ago it was all just a dream. But no, she was in some weird, very cold place with a man who looked like a sexy elf, full of lust. Another thing Belle didn't do, was try to have sex with strangers. She half-way sat up, propping her body up with her elbows. Hmmmm, would you feel better if you knew a little about me? So I wasn't so much of a stranger? She smiled at him. Well, my name is Belle. It's actually Amabella, some weird french name my father apparently thought would match his last name, which is also french. I'm an orphan. Dad died before I was born and mom died a few weeks ago, in a car accident. Talking about it didn't upset her this time. Her haze of lust prevented any negative emotions to be present. Although, if she hadn't been drugged, she probably would have started crying at the thought of her mother. Growing up, my mom moved me around a lot. Always running from someone. She never told me who. I guess I know now. She laughed quite loudly. She patted the bed. Come on, don't be a stranger. I promise I don't bite. She stuck her tongue out.
Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Delin let out a long scoff, just continuing to push the girl away as she kept trying. His face furrowed a bit in an annoyed gaze, not faltering as he resisted the girl's attempts. This was just like Oberon. He'd overloaded the girl with hormones, left her a horny shell of what she truly was. After driving her body insane, he just left her there, by herself. Well, not true. He'd left Delin here to deal with the lust-filled girl. The final nail in the coffin was the fact that the light fae had to make sure no one, not even him, touched her. This girl was Oberon's, and the king's alone. He had to say, after really getting a look at her, it was more difficult than he'd imagined. She was beautiful, long blonde hair was enticing, deep grey eyes, slim, toned human body. With the lust filling her mind, stripping away any inhibitions she had, it wasn't helping that she'd stripped completely down to show her bare breasts and lower half. More than one thing was hard as he kept his watch. Of course he wanted to, hating as she teased him, trying to get him to take her and sate her desires. He moved some as the girl laid on the bed, resting up on her elbows. It's nice to meet you, Amabella. I am Delin, he said, walking a bit to the side of the room as she went on about herself. The plan wouldn't work of course, but he supposed it was nice to find out more about who he'd be protecting. I, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure they were wonderful people, he said, giving a sad smile to her. Of course, the slight stoic moment was replaced as she flirted once more. Oh, I'm sure you would. I'm under orders, he said, shifting his stance as his armor lightly clinked.
Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Fuck orders! Fuck me! She sighed. Deeelin. She moaned. I need you. Maybe that would work. Belle was literally willing to do just about anything if it meant sex with him. I was left here all alone. I feel like I'm on fire. I don't know how much longer I can take this. She looked at him with pleading eyes. He wont know, I swear. I wont tell him anything. But as she watched the black haired Greek God, he shook his head. It totally looked like there was a war going on inside of him. Following orders, or sleeping with Belle. But Belle's female intuition told her that he wouldn't give in, not one bit. She sighed again, flopping down on the bed. You're no fun. She muttered. She considered touching herself for a moment. She assumed it would drive him crazy, and she needed to do something about this. So she ran a hand down her body, starting at her breasts, moving over her stomach and down to her sex. She moaned as she played with herself, but after a few minutes she stopped, whimpering and rolling onto her side, curled into a ball. Masturbating didn't make her feel better, it just made her feel worse. She needed a man, but the only one in the room wouldn't do anything. She didn't know what to do. It was so much, Belle actually felt like she was going crazy. Maybe if she slept, it would go away. But sleeping would be difficult like this. She looked at Delin. Delin, if you're not going to screw me, then knock me out. She pleaded. He was so handsome. Belle had a thing for eyes, and his were by far the bluest eyes she had ever seen. At least her captor was pretty. In the morning it'd make her feel less awkward, knowing that a hot man had seen her naked and masturbating. Because, at least he was hot. That was her warped reasoning. She shut her eyes. She was cold, but she was afraid to move. Even moving her body made the torture worse. She tried to breathe deep, even breaths. She concentrated on those, blocking out everything else going on with her body. After an hour or so, she was asleep, finally being able to ignore the bizarre onslaught of hormones. She woke up a few hours later, a big smile on her lips. Her bed was oddly comfortable, more so than it usually was. She was warm, and the sheets felt oddly soft, like silk. She groaned and stretched, then sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. She had exams today. Hey eyes flew open, and she found herself looking at a pair of sky blue eyes, and everything came crashing back down to reality. She remembered all of the events from the night before. Oh my god. I didn't... Oh, but she did. Her face turned beet red at the thought that she tried to seduce Delin. And then panic started to set in. She had been kidnapped. She didn't know if she would ever see daylight again. She started hyperventilating. Oh god. Oh god, oh shit oh motherfucking shit. The tears started coming then. She didn't cry, Belle wasn't weak like that. The only time she ever cried was the day her mom died. But she just started sobbing, her head in her hands, clutching at her hair.
Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Belle felt a sheet wrap around her body, and an arm. It's alright? It's alright. That's all he could say was alright? How about, hey, my bad, I don't think you're the right girl. Anything to get her out of here. But she knew now that this wasn't a dream. It was reality, and there was nothing she could do about it. In a moment of weakness, she leaned into Delin, resting her head on his shoulder as she cried. That however, only lasted a few seconds. She roughly pushed away from him, wrapping the sheet more tightly around her body and she wiped away her tears, her eyes red and puffy from crying. I'm fine. She told him. I'm fine. She said again. But she knew in actuality that she was, indeed, not fine at all. And she knew that he knew too, but she had to restore some of her dignity. She wasn't weak. Crying was weak. Her mother drilled this into her head since the day she turned six. She taught Belle to be strong. Thinking back on it, now Belle realized that her mother was preparing her for this situation. If only her mom had told her, Belle wouldn't be here... Belle could have ran too. She turned her face away from Delin. Ohhh this made her mad. These people actually condoned this. By being here, helping that man, Delin was condoning this. She glared at him, her small hands turning into fists. She punched him, as hard as she could, hitting him in the face. Her hand hurt like a bitch. She actually had never hit someone before, she used her words and her speed to get her out of situations that would involve fists flying. You're an ass. She said not-so-kindly. She scooted back until her back was resting against the headboard, and she wrapped her arms around her knees. Then he came in. Belle's glare grew more intense. She was about to open her mouth and say something along the lines of fuck you, but she never got the chance because she suddenly felt, just a smidge bit aroused. Not like last night though. But it certainly was enough to make Belle not say what she was going to say. Instead, she stood up, removing the sheet and donning the incredibly revealing black dress and the choker. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that it was actually a collar, and she was basically being weak and doing what the asshole wanted. But she didn't care, not one bit. She turned around and lifted her heavy hair, and allowed him to put the scarlet choker on. Then she turned around again, smiling. No, I'd never want to upset you. There was a side of her, a side that was locked away by whatever Oberon was doing to her, that was screaming at this suddenly smiley, submissive Belle. Screaming to snap out of this. But Belle pushed it to the back of her mind. She wanted to make Oberon happy.
Thread: The Guardian (Joust&Soul)

Delin stood a few feet from the pair, rubbing his face where she'd hit him. It had hurt a bit, mainly because he wasn't ready and surprised from it. He wasn't angry, not upset at all, he understood. If she needed to lash out, it was fine. He could take a punch, if not he wouldn't be in this position. Nope, no trouble at all, my lord, he said as he watched them, hiding his disgust. That was a large difference between the two kinds of fae. Both could use the ability of their pheromones and attraction, but the dark fae relied on it. They were masters of it, pumping out just enough for their nefarious purposes. The light fae knew it was misleading, basically lying and not creating anything real, and thus didn't use it like that, more just for personal enjoyment with someone they cared about. Oberon and his dark fae would just cast out as much as they could to keep someone sedated, not caring at all about the person. The king just wanted his arm candy, his pet, and now he had Belle, a beautiful girl he could control and command. Good, my dear. You look ravishing, Oberon said, trademark evil, sly grin forming on his face as he latched the choker around her neck, stepping back to take in her form now in the sultry dress, curves filling it out and leaving little to the imagination, just enough. I think it's time you saw your new home, see where you will be for the rest of your life, he said, putting an arm out for her to take. Delin stepped forward, getting ready to follow behind. Now he was responsible for both of them, keeping him and the girl safe.
Thread: Zombie Survival (Joeplay and Kessinda)

Nikki crouched low in the grass, a pair of army style binoculars to her eyes as she studied the truckstop. She is confident of there being two walkers shambling around outside but she isn't quite sure of how many, are in the inside, definitely one that she knows of. Months have passed since the outbreak and Nikki has been able to get by from raiding soft targets but the hunger in her stomach is forcing her to try something a bit more riskier. Sitting beside her is the hunting rifle which her next door neighbour had, whom she can only assume that he died in the ensuing chaos and carnage or even turned. Then she caught sight of movement opposite her, another human figure cautiously approaching the truck stop. Cursing under her breath, keeping low she scouted around to have a better look at this new arrival.
Thread: Winds Guide Us (how_is_you // Mystearica)

Ezio walked into the tavern on the side of the road, his mind slightly foggy from the long journey. He had no clue how his companion, who called herself Talim, could do so much travelling with little sleep. She always seemed to be meditating and such, and, to be honest, it irked him. He felt that thought fade as the scent of ale and men wafted into his nose and he sat down at the counter, immediately hearing and seeing a mug slide toward him. The assassin grinned and took hold of it, swigging a bit of the alcohol down before looking to see if Talim had entered the place with him.
Thread: Winds Guide Us (how_is_you // Mystearica)

It had been a long road for them both -- Talim , though, priestess of the winds and all around cheerful soul never quite seemed to let it get to her though. She'd encountered the elder assassin in her journey, and though he was a dangerous sort even she could tell that, she'd sensed a good heart in him, so had been willing to travel with him. Clad in white, the priestess and the killer, the man and the young lady, not far from sixteen one could have scarcely asked for an odder pair. Talim followed Ezio into the tavern, smiling lightly to herself as she ducked past a burly man and his towering flagon of ale. What a lively bunch, the young priestess mused as she sat down by Ezio, offering him a slightly sunny smile. Um. Just milk for me, she said to the barman as she folded her arms on the table, fingers interlocking as she idly rocked back and forth on the stool.
Thread: Winds Guide Us (how_is_you // Mystearica)

The assassin smiled as the young woman did follow him in, but he frowned as she ordered a milk. Who goes into a tavern and orders that? Of course, she was a priestess and likely had morals against drink, but even the Catholic priests back home drank wine Ezio did not know if it was some sort of ritual or just for fun, as he was not affiliated with the Catholics. He did not mention anything of it, looking back into his mug as he thought over what to say to start up some conversation between them. How did you say that I would get back home again?
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

I tucked my hands into my jeans pockets as I heard you spew your vitriol. It was exactly that attitude that had been the source of our spats in the past. In a way, I liked that you didn't back down. Nothing ever came easy with you and I liked challenges. I couldn't help but study those pouty lips of yours as you spoke, crudely imagining their use elsewhere. I shook my head and moved to the hood of your truck. Vaulting up, I took a seat on it and let out a sigh as I get more comfortable. Auttie, I think it's time you apologize. I mean, I just did you a solid and this is the thanks I get? Is that little shit of a brother rubbing off on you or something? I thought you were better than that, I said, knowing just by merely mentioning your brother, I would strike a chord. Leaning forward, I spit some of the dust that seemed to still hang in the air down into the dirt, adjusting myself so my back sort of reclined against the windshield. I knew you wouldn't take kindly to me sprawled out on your truck, but then again, I really didn't give a fuck, either. I think he's your problem. If you didn't have to worry about what that stupid fuck was doing with Chambers and LaChance and them, we'd be so much better off. Instead, I get this fucking attitude. I don't like it, Winters. I don't like it at all, I said, my eyes never leaving you or that body of yours. Even though you were only showing a hint of skin beyond that tied up shirt, I couldn't help but let my eyes gravitate towards it. I wanted to untie that shirt and see what lied beneath. I wasn't sure if it was how sexy you were or the fact that I sort of got off on the fact that you were sort of a bad girl that had be reeling, but either way, I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

You're sitting my MY truck and you want me to apologize? My expression went from mildly amused to completely unimpressed. But it was more of a sarcastic unimpressed smirk, before I leaned my head back and rolled my eyes. I mouthed the words, Lord have mercy. without actually emitting a sound, as if I was speaking to God himself by motioning to the sky. Letting out a sigh, I shook my head as I looked over to you, slightly leaning my head to the sight as I wondered what I would do with you. My smirk turned to a grimace as you mentioned my brother. Shut your asshole about my brother, Ace. He's not your god damn punching bag. If you've got beef, you take it up with me. I grabbed the tool box and threw it into the back of the truck. They're just kids. Doing what boys do. I can bet 10 beers you were just as big of a little shit as they were when you were 12. I jumped onto the back of the truck, causing it to bounce slightly. Hell, you're an even bigger shit now. Seeing you sprawled out on the back of my truck evoked sinful imagery in my mind. A hot summer day, out in the country, on the back of my pick up truck? I'd be lying if I said that didn't appeal to me. But I was better than that. I wasn't that easy. I'd rather walk through the flames of hell than submit to a character like Ace. I threw the spare tire towards the back of the truck - completely disregarding the fact that you were sitting right there. It was clearly on purpose, and the satisfaction of striking you with a tire was well worth it. I took a few steps towards you my standing figure towered over yours. Now get out.
Thread: He's A Rebel [Crusade x Psycho] - Stand By Me RP -

It was clear that I only brought up your brother to get a rise out of you and it worked brilliantly. Seeing you angry was just about the best thing I could have done in that moment. I loved that attitude. Not like all of the meek girls of Castle Rock who were too prude or stuck in their doting housewife shtick to show any sort of personality. The last thing I'd expected was to see a tire flying my way, but as it made its way towards me, I rolled to the opposite side of the truck and then sat back up, a smirk on my face as I eyed you. I'd gotten the message loud and clear. You telling me to get out wasn't at all necessary, but I had other plans, anyway. The way I look at Winters is, if I didn't change your tire, you'd still be here, getting dust and sweat all over that pretty little face of yours. But, I'm not one to overstay my welcome, I said sarcastically, lifting myself to my feet in the bed of your truck. As I slipped by you, I reached back and gave your ass a firm slap, smirking to myself as I hopped down onto solid Earth. Until next time, Auttie, I said, getting a good look at you as I walked back to my car. I'll follow you out in case you fuck up another tire. I smirked and got into my car, starting it up. I almost got off on the purr of that fucking engine. Revving it a few times, I sat back and waited for you, not at all wanting this random meeting to be the last time I run into you. If anything was clear after that little time together, it was that I wanted you. And I was going to have you.