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Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

Tilting her head back slightly, Ezza stretched her neck out, still feeling the heat of Seth's bite where he'd left his mark upon her flesh. It's a good thing I don't need to explain this to my mother... she purred, continuing to stroke his hair with fondness. However, despite how light the mood seemed now and the fact that his cock was still snugly buried inside of her, the sorceress was prepared to do what was necessary in order to ensure her own safety if she didn't like the answers that he had to give. My dear, I think you've got your sequencing backwards, Ezza started, her own lips curving up into a wry smirk. You're supposed to flatter a woman before fucking her, not after. Finally, as much as she didn't really want to, Ezza forced herself off of Seth, getting one last jolt of pleasure as his still partially hard manhood slid out of her cunt, her lips still trying to cling to it tightly the entire way. She would have loved to keep his cock stuffed inside of her all day, but being the first one to pull away in this situation was a bit of a power play, especially if she could use the promise of sex to her advantage further down the road at some point. Laying down on her side in front of him, the sorceress seemed quite shameless about the cum slowly seeping out of her pussy and trickling down her thigh as she nonchalantly searched the basket for a sweet pastry to sink her teeth into. And what makes you so sure that I'm not already perfectly content? Ezza challenged, paying more attention to the pastry than to Seth. Of course, she was far from content, but she also wasn't about to just give up her greatest desires so that he would have ample ammunition with which to try to manipulate her. I've got all the luxuries I need, a nice view, fresh air, peace and quietude - usually, anyways. Her eyes drifted back up towards him. Enough with the foreplay, at least for now. You didn't come all the way out here out of the goodness of your heart to make my wishes come true, so come out with it already. What does the all powerful Arcadian noble want from the humble sorceress responsible for slaying hundreds of his countrymen? Ezza decided to bluntly tackle the elephant in the room, or cave. And I do sincerely hope you haven't come for my head. I'd hate to have to add one more to my tally, she added, hungrily tearing into the pastry as her slit eyes lost some of their softness, taking on a subtly menacing edge.
Thread: Fall of Elen'thalas (Krimson & HeavenSundered)

He handled her departure with the utmost grace. Unlike the sorceress who seemed content lounging about with almost feline grace, Seth seemed intent on cleansing himself. Fetching a silken handkerchief from his inventory, he set out cleaning up the mess, from himself, anyway. The dirtied fabric was pocketed even as he undid the fastenings to his pants. But for the sweat still glistening attractively upon his skin and his sex-flushed complexion, one would hardly be able to tell what the prince had just been engaged in. There was something about the sorceress' confidence of course, the way she was so at ease with his cum dripping out of her still. But there was power in composure too, in looking so precisely groomed and decorous, wearing an air of confidence and poise befitting one of his station. A lift of brow at her last assertion, the prince reached for his yet uneaten meal. Taking a chunk out of it and swallowing, making her wait, before he even went about answering the question. Surely, Ezza, this is not how one intent upon your head would behave? A gesture at the tasty morsel she was currently devouring, and here I thought myself quite the gracious guest. A pause, his expression ever charming even as he broached a more serious topic. Would I fault a dragon for being born with fangs? That would be utter foolishness. Gazing into her golden eyes all the while, making it clear to whom he was addressing the modified adage to. Similarly, I wouldn't fault you for having fought under Zaria's banners, for what is a dragon that choose not to use her fangs? A subtle provocation in his words, making it clear just what he thought about her contentment about peace and solitude in the mountains. Not to mention...if you were truly so zealous in supporting that coward of a monarch, you wouldn't have suddenly disappeared now, would you... Another hearty bite at his sandwich, studying Ezza's expression all the while, before he continued. But I'll cut to the chase. I want you to fight for me. Not only that, but to share your knowledge and wisdom... You might've heard, Arcadia have triumphed over the cowardly Zarian king. And that leaves but one enemy that dare assault our vaunted gates. Help me fight them, and in turn, I promise you that I shall secure whatever it is that you desire as long as it is within my power to do so. I, the Crown Prince of Arcadia, Seth von Irion, promise you this. A pause, but of course, if you truly lacked no desire beyond these woods...then I shall depart after this meal.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

It was the summer before their great adventure. The adventure into the real world. It was no longer time to party hard and worry about life later, it was time to start thinking about their lives as adults now. The last summer to have fun, rekindle their love life but what happens when after registration they run into old friends? Was the friendships they had before they were ripped away enough to start where they left off, or are the new personalities going to finish the friendship before they get a chance to start over? Serenity Salvatore loved in Cherryville her whole life. The same house, same neighborhood, the same school system and even the same group of friends. Well that was until one by one their families moved away. Promises to stay in touch one by one became broken promises. One by one every started to change causing silence to strike. You are going to this camp, I won't be here all summer and I am not leaving you alone, not after last time. I cleaned for weeks until this house seemed like home again! Serenities mother stated while she packed for her trip for work. This is so not fair! Serenity screamed from her bedroom where she was packing her bags as well. I'm eighteen in a week, and your sending me away like a kid! Your so lame! She continued even though it did not matter what she said, her mother would make sure she got there. Less than seven hours later SetenitySalvator stepped out of the taxi cab and stood in front of Camp Life, her home for the next six weeks. The front gate and lawn was packed of other teens chatting and talking. Grabbing her three duffle bags from the trunk she headed for the registration table. While waiting one of the camp councilors handed out a packet to everyone still waiting to register. The packet explained everything about the camp you could possibly need to know. Activities, sleeping accommodations and meal information. As Serenity continued looking through the packet she saw the pictures of everything, realizing that this camp was nothing like it used to be the summers the old group came. It was laid back now, no set scheduals and you did pretty much what you wanted as long as you stayed within guidelines set by the owners. This was going to be a good summer yet. After getting through the line, she went to her assigned cabin . Tossing her bags on a bed near a widow she set out to scope the new camp. First heading down to the lake , then the fire pit . Venturing off to the dining hall . Making her way back towards her cabin she looked across the front lawn . So many people and she stuck out like a sore thumb with her chains hanging off her belt loops, the dark make up and her choice of wardrobe. Sitting down next to a tree and sighed sticking her earbuds in her ear turning her iPod on.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Callie Coleman stepped out of the limo as her driver grabbed her bags. The other campers stared and talked among themselves as they passed by. A snarl on her face, she watched them only looking over at her driver as he sat her bags down on the ground. You idiot. You put them on the ground. My father will have your job. A trained monkey chasing a banana on a stick could do your job. He smiled at her patting her shoulder. Youll be fine miss. Enjoy your summer. Enjoy my summer indeed, she thought rolling her eyes. Carry my bags. No miss. You can take care of this. The driver was a sympathetic man to her in the sense that he was aware her parents were merely getting rid of her for the summer so they could pursue their own selfish agendas. He was also a very patient man who had been the victim of the vicious assaults from the young lady for a while now. Her father would do no such thing as fire him. That would require the tedious task of replacing him. He climbed into the car driving away leaving her, and the camp, a distant memory. Great, she sighed reaching for her bags. She would not trust any of these.these commoners to touch her things. The camp had changed some, but the biggest thing she noticed was how dirty it was. Primitive, she spoke sitting down her bags at the registration table. Name? Disappointed. The lady gave her an exhausted, non amused gaze. Coleman. Callie. She handed her a packet and her cabin assignment. Great. Perfect. I dont suppose theres a valet that can carry my bags is there? No honey. Youre on your own. You have no idea, she groaned picking up her bags and heading towards the signs pointing out the way to the various cabins. The bags grew heavy quickly, and she began to sweat. The trail uneven under her feet, and the other campers bumped into her as they hurried along in a frenzied rush. Talk of the freedom they had here and how the camp was run was overheard by several of them. Some things had changed it seemed. She kicked open the door and entered an empty cabin. The bags of others were seen next to certain beds. She found and empty one by the windows and dropped them. Dusty, falling apart, hot, dirty, and there are flies. Perfect. Im in summer camp hell here. I know my parents hate me, but this? Even this is far too much. Wait until this place hears from my lawyer. This has to be some sort of inhumane treatment. Eyeing her bags for a moment, she spotted the lake out of the window. The lake. A thousand memories flooded her mind. Skipping rocks and late night swimming get-a-ways as the intrepid group would sneak out of their cabins. She smiled but only for a moment before she shook her head looking away. Wanting to find a bathroom so that she could freshen up, she headed out of the cabin in the direction the little arrows pointed
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Rob rubbed his eyes sleepily as he carried his bag off the coach. It had been a long hot journey from Tennessee and he'd tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep most of the way. He yawned, letting the heat radiate over him, as he looked around. The camp really had changed a lot. He shifted, shaking out weary limbs, before picking up his bag again and joining the long queue to register. As it crept forward he let his mind wander. His parents had been called away for work, a last minute business conference that could not be rearranged, that was going to drag out their already booked holiday in Canada for an extra two weeks. They'd offered Rob a place on their trip, but he'd turned it down, not fancying days and days in hotel rooms whilst the Optometry conferences droned on below in the function rooms. So he'd ended up picking a camp and, for nostalgia's sake, had plumped on the one that they had gone to as kids. Camp Joy. Except now, he noticed, as he drew close to the desks at the front of the queue, it seemed to be called Camp Life. He shrugged. One name was as good as another for this scratch of huts and trees on the curve of a dusty river. Cherryville, seemingly unchanged, flashed in the sun on the horizon. His old home. There seemed to be some commotion at the front of the line. Some rich girl, all designer clothes and stamping feet, seemed to be having some sort of hissy fit. He rolled his eyes as she finally stamped off towards the cabins. Clearly a bit of a bitch. He collected his own stuff and headed towards the cabins too. He pushed open the door to find an empty series of bunkbeds. One, near the window, was piled with black bags. He put his on a bed by the wall and then, seeing that nobody was about to arrive, stepped back out into the sun. He spotted a girl listening to music below a tree growing next to the cabin. There was something familiar about her but he couldn't place it. He stepped in front of her, blocking her sun and she looked up, blonde highlights and heavy eyeliner. You staying in this cabin too? he said, pointing to the building behind her.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Michael drove the yellow GTO into the parking lot, the motor roared above the din of unloading cars and campers, stares following him as he maneuvered it deftly among the crowd. It would take his father a few weeks to notice one of his favorite cars was gone, a nice parting shot on his last summer of high school adolescence. It had been a few years since being back in Cherryville, his parents had avoided bringing him home, as if returning would cause an incident. All it had done is cause resentment towards the parents who'd taken him away from everything he knew. Cherryville had changed some over the years, it was true you don't know what you got until its gone. They paved the Paradise, and put up a parking lot. He had loved that cafe, fond memories of burgers with his friends came to mind but it was gone now. Few connections left in Cherryville Michael thought the camp would be a chance to recall some pleasant times. He had come here with his closest friends when he was younger. Now it looked, smaller. Bags in hand followed the signs to registration, his muscles rippling under the tight t-shirt as he effortlessly swung the heavy over his shoulders. The people at the registration table gave tired smiles from behind the cheap sunglasses, each dressed in thin, printed t-shirts, name? The lady gave an appraising glance over his blonde haired, 6' 4' frame as he towered over her table. Dropping a bag, kept one over his shoulder showing off a bulging bicep, Kavanaugh, Michael. She slowly handed him a packet with his cabin assignment and camp information, flashing her a dimpled smile, thanks babe. A blue eyed, mischevious wink as he leaned down to get his bag, she gave a slight giggle in response, her cheeks blushing slightly in the sun. The camp had aged worse than expected over time, the paint on the timbers was old and cracked. A summer slumber hung over the camp, as if it was waking up with the arrival of everyone, the smell of a thousand nights of bonfires and weiner roasts filled his senses. Everything looked functional but without the fun. Youthful memories faded with each step, a friendly smile on his lips as he greeted other campers already excitedly planning their weeks ahead or catching up with old friends. In the assigned cabin, small steel framed beds with thin mattresses were lined up, dropping his bags on and empty one by the back wall, dust shaking out of the joints of the bed. Sighing, whispered to himself in disappointment, what did I expect?
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Serenity was moving her head slightly to the music as she watched other campers move around the grounds. Picturing the four of them, running and screaming across the front lawn because Michael or Rob had found some critter or gotten their hands on water ballons and decided to chase Callie and her wit them. The sun beating down on her, made her wish she had packed more appropriate colored clothes. Being in all black with the occasional white tank top could cause to be an issue. Then again Serenity planned to ditch this camp in a few days, once her mother would be out of town and to far away to do anything about her leaving. That was the plan at least. Switching through songs on her ipod, the sun became shaded. Glancing up, arched brow to see the guy standing in front of her. Removing the ear buds from her ears she looked at him slightly aggrivated, that was until the familiar features of the guy stunned her momentarily. Sorry, I could not hear you. she stood up, running her hands through her hair. As her blue eyes settled upon his green eyes, she could not help but to think of Rob. This guy looked almost exactly like him, except more grown up. Do I know you? she questioned before he could ask his question again. Serenity normally did not socialize with people outside her new found group at home, but something about him made her feel as if they had known each other before.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Callie exits the bathroom, drying her hands on her shorts. 'No paper towel. No surprise.' She sighs. The lake. There is it again, beckoning her. It's a pull she can't refuse any more. In her mind, when she's surrounded by those thoughts, she feels happy again. Complete. A feeling she hasn't felt in years. Her shoes barely make a sound on the stone path down to the lake. It felt like she hadn't been away for years. The breeze blowing through her long hair, and that all too familiar smell filling her senses drawing a smile to her lips. Perfect. At least some things never change. She leaned down picking up a rock and skipped it across the water. The most powerful memory as of yet settled over, wrapping her up in warmth. The evening, just before dusk, when the campfire had just been started and the smell of burning wood and embers drifted in the breeze down towards the lake and them. Rob. He had taught her how to skip a rock that summer, that night. Coming up behind her, reaching his hand in hers', and telling her how to do it. She had laughed at her feeble attempts until she finally got it. Rob! I got it! I did it! She had turned and wrapped her arms around him. She was the happiest she had ever been that night. It had been such a simple moment, but it was....Perfect, she sighed. Callie brushed away a stray tear before hoping no one had caught it. The daughter of the great and powerful wizard of Oz, Mr. Coleman, could not have a daughter that dared to cry. Crying. Friends. A heart. Emotions. Those were things he frowned upon. They got in the way. 'You have to grow up Callie. Leave them all behind. You're a big girl now. More important than that, you're a Coleman.' His words still echoed in her mind. Words she had grown to life by. Hearts, feeling, friendships, they truly did get in the way, and she had been stupid enough to believe they would last. Last, she said angrily as she slammed a rock hard into the water. 'Yeah right. They didn't even write. They didn't call. Nothing. I was gone, and that was that. Guess they were glad to be rid of the nerd. Serenity was too good to be my friend. I was never gonna fit in around Micheal either. Rob was just being nice to me because I'm nothing more than a nerd. A geek. A Coleman, she said slamming another rock into the water. 'A Coleman. That's all I'll ever be. I can't wait to get this summer over so I can start being formally groomed to take over my father's company. Then I'll get it. Respect. Power. That's all that's important.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Robbie looked down at the girl under the tree. She seemed oddly familiar, as if a ghost of the past had shimmered into being. He couldn't place her though, and simply ended up repeating his question as she tugged out her earbuds. Are you staying in this cabin too? he asked, pointing at the sun-baked log building behind them, I...I don't really know anyone here and thought I may as well introduce myself. He pushed a little rock around with his shoe as he spoke, a little embarrassed by how awkward this was. Robbie had always been shy and, although moving from Cherryville had helped ease him out of his shell a bit, he was still slow and mumbling around strangers. And this girl looked so familiar with her blonde hair and dark eyes. He chewed his lip for a second as he considered her, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his High School Running Team jersey. I'm Robbie Alexander he said meeting her eyes and then, suddenly, realised who she was. Or who he thought she was. He cracked a lopsided grin. And aren't you Serenity Salvator?
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Pulling his Ray Bans from his bag, rested them on his head and stepped out of the cabin, the sun wasn't that bright but he liked to hide his eyes. Michael knew he also looked cool in them. The area by the parking lot was still full of people, campers milled about chatting and lugging bags, some waved enthusiastic greetings and a few girls gave him admiring looks as they walked by. Stretching, showing off his bulging biceps and pecs, sighed and turned away from the crowd. The lake looked inviting at least. It had been the scene of a few summers of fun with the old gang. Searching for a familiar face didn't find much hope in the others around him, Michael knew it would be a long shot to see anyone he might remember from Cherryville. No one his age went to camps anymore, most were at the beach or hanging out at someone's pool. He certainly could have done that, but to be in the house, their house, his parent's house it did not feel right. The place wasn't him any more. Even the room, untouched since he left wasn't him, though the maids were scrupulous about cleaning it up, other than memories the place was hollow. Slipping out of his shoes walked along the edge of the lake, rolling up his pants legs to mid-calf, the cool water ran over his feet. Ahead a girl, a hot one, was skipping rocks. A few good throws, then a splash as she threw one in with anger. As he neared something about her struck a memory. People change but the little things don't, the way a wrist moves, a gesture, a turn of the cheek, that remains as one ages. Nearing her the face and hair were not what he remembered, but something within recalled her before his mind had a chance to grasp at the memory. Callie? Callie Coleman? His voice was deep, questioning as he stepped up. A jaunty angle on his hips and a dimpled, smile on his face, letting his eyes run up and down her body, you're looking great after all these years.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

Serenity arched a brow. No, I am not in that cabin, I am farther up. she stated as she almost put her ear buds back in. That was until he stated his name. Robbie, Robbie Alexander. Her eyes winded, could it really be him? Serenity let her eyes travel up and down him and then the truth came out as he spoke her name. Oh my god... was all she could fluster up to say. Wow, I can not believe you are really here.... A smile came to her face, and before she realized it she hugged him. Backing off quickly, she regained her composer. Looking around, she grinned. How have you been? she questioned. Fearing the answer, only because they had not spoken in a few years. Although the verbal promise each of them made one by one as they all left had been broken over and over again.
Thread: Could it Really be You??

He was surprised by the hug, awkwardly wrapping his arms around her for a brief moment before she pulled away. She had always been like the sister he'd never had, Serenity, and he could hardly believe she was here right in front of him. Ok Robbie shrugged, unsure of what to make of it all. It was suddenly quite awkward seeing her here, his old friend from many many years before. He pushed a little of the dirt around with the toe of his shoe. He frowned, anxious, before looking back at her. I'm ok. Its been a long time Serenity. Too long. I...I meant to write, but its just....y'know. He shrugged. Really there had been no excuse. They had been friends for years, longer than anyone else, but that had been harder and harder to sustain when he and his parents moved away. Serenity and he had kept in touch through IMs and texting but, ultimately, they had drifted apart. And now here she was. Real as life in front of him. He took a deep breath and smiled. I was thinking that this would be a really crappy holiday but, seeing as you're here, I can't help but think this is going to be better than I imagined. He chuckled at a sudden thought hey, wouldn't it be weird if CC and Michael were here?