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Thread: DarkRiffs Seeks New Partners, Males and females welcome.

Re DarkRiffs Wants To Rp Plox 3 WitchWizard. I can work either het or yaoi... and I have a bit of a plotbunny.
Thread: DarkRiffs Seeks New Partners, Males and females welcome.

Re DarkRiffs Wants To Rp Plox 3 Your KingThief, NoblemanThief, and pirates amuse me, though I'd rather enjoy something more along the lines of Pirate CaptainCaptive, cabin boy, or sailor, as I've a cabin boy I'm itching to play and haven't yet gotten a chance to. AztcMayan interests me as well, as does Norse, though I've quite the love for Hoenir in that respect... Would any of these interest you? I'd also adore something Cyberpunk-y. I have a hacker, see... Sci-fi enough? D
Thread: DarkRiffs Seeks New Partners, Males and females welcome.

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Thread: DarkRiffs Seeks New Partners, Males and females welcome.

Re DarkRiffs Wants To Rp Plox 3 I'd be interested in a Pirate CaptainCaptive... I have happened to have read too many romance novels as of late. XD
Thread: DarkRiffs Seeks New Partners, Males and females welcome.

Re DarkRiffs Wants To Rp Plox 3 The PrincessKidnapper or DemonHuman are of interest to me
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Re DarkRiffs Wants To Rp Plox 3 Updated PirateCaptive? Still interested in that one?
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

There was a swirl of groggy darkness as consciousness returned to him. There was blinding light and the smell of burning gases. The man could not turn his head, nor could he control him movements. They were slow and methodical and a quick look downward with this eyes told him what he suspected. He was a group of blazing stars. The great scorpion was still behind him, still chasing him, just as if that bastard Apollo had just set it upon him. The slow chase went on and on and on, slowly into the night until the hunter thought he'd lose his sanity. Around midnight, or so he judged, something changed. The sound of the running Scorpio was fading in his shining ears. The celestial barks of Sirius, his faithful canine companion, were slowly becoming nothing. The compulsion to run was becoming nothing and all of a sudden there was feeling in his body once again. Newly restored vision faded into blackness there was the feeling of falling, no, flying, at speeds incredible. When finally he felt his bare feet touch ground, the hunter opened his eyes. He was standing on a verandah. Looking down, his body had been restored. Although he was nude, the man couldn't help touch himself all over, testing to see if this uncanny experience had actually happened. It had. The great hunter Orion was reborn! He laughed at the irony of it all! Here he was, given another chance at life, and not stuck in the monotony of being chased among the heavens and stars. He'd have to buy new weaponry, new clothing. Make money somehow. Hmmm......this wouldn't be as easy as he thought. The night breeze brought with it the smell of food and merriment. The smell of a woman. A familiar smell. Orion turned quickly upon his heel and ran into the room behind him. The sight before him was one he'd never forget. For upon the bed, she slept so sensuallly, so peacefully, so innocently. It was the girl for whom his heart longed. His beloved Diana. Falling upon one knee, he took her hand in his and kissed it softly. To thee I have returned, Diana. Your hunter, Orion, hast returned to shower you with the love I could not in the past.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

But it was clear that this young woman was no Diana, for all that she was pretty enough, and a virgin. Even the moon??s soft glow could not frost her burnished chestnut hair to that ethereal shade of pearly gold, nor sculpt huntresses?? firm, athletic muscles on a scholar??s slenderer frame. Still, there was some little resemblance there, held perchance in the soft curvature of the lightly concealed breasts, the proportions of the sleek hips, the delicate arc to the swan-like neck, half-hidden as it was behind escaped locks of loose-spiralling, half-bound hair, in rubine lips quirked to the shape of Eros?? bow. Still, the woman??s beauty was that of a mortal, transcending the norm but not reaching anywhere near the lofty heights of Helen, and following far shorter indeed of any goddess. And yet, the allure persisted. The startling silvery light bathed her room, illuminating the sparse but modestly luxurious furnishings, the spacious and rather minimalistic style far from favoured by the Emperor??s court, and her lightly-woven linen-clad flesh. It seemed to glimmer, radiating from the man, silver-foiling everything. But even the delirious young woman half-recognised this was merely that of a cloud, drawing its veil aside from the gibbous moon??s face. Diana??s moon. If this is the effects of spiced wine, then I shall have to partake more often, a drowsy Tanaquil smiled lazily, retracting her hand gently towards herself and turning over on her side. Gesturing to him invitingly. Such a delicious dream, obviously kindled by her thoughts from the night. She arced her back a little, her garnet eyes half-lidded and content, like one women from the old Etruscan death-portraits, lounging on its sofa, and still a little darkened with the celebrations?? face paints. ??I am very honoured to meet you, Orion,? she crooked a finger towards him, as if reeling him towards her. But I am no Diana. It is rare that a God gifts a mortal with his presence, but I assure you, you have not mischosen. It was mostly a role she played, the words of some dramatist's heroine, or ingenue. And yet, in the dreamlike state, they did not seem to fall dischordant.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

Orion looked closely at the sleeping woman. Upon closer inspection, it became quite clear that she wasn't Diana. Nowhere near close. But she did have certain qualities, certain features that reminded him of the virgin goddess. Her form was slender and soft, as if she spent time inside, perhaps studying in books to sharpen her mind. He'd never seen a human that captivated him so much, which was fine as there was no goddess awaiting his return, no goddess to strike a misfortune upon this human beauty. The moonlight was bright and crept throught the window, like a silent assassin here to make war upon the shadows of her room. She smelled faintly of wine, from the party he presumed, and it was heavenly upon her. Yet, below the wine, there was her own unique scent. One softer and more feminine. A delight upon the palette of his sensitive nostrils a smell that he'd always pick up on. No matter the crowd. Her form was simply amazing. The shift did little to hide the fact that womanhood had done her well. Her curves were divine, her skin supple. Her body was rhythm incarnate, flowing from her face into her neck into her chest and stomach and waist and legs and feet masterfully. It was beautiful. Moreso to him because she was mortal. Goddesses were expected to have perfect forms, but to find a human woman with a form as close to perfect as possible, amazing. The god noticed that she was awake. He also noticed that the wine was taking its toll upon her. She was all smiles, and what a beautiful smile it was, and rolled over to invite him into her bed. Her voice was seductive and alluring. The overpowering scent, the sensuality in her curves, the invitation in her voice. Things long forgotten started to quiver, soon bursting to life within is loins. As he slid into the bed beside the siren, his member began to harden, beginning it's advance to stand up and salute her beauty.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

If this was a dream, then certainly she could have the god any which way she wanted. He could come to her. Work for her. Certainly, every inch of him was godlike??particularly a segment of several inches. And as he stood before her lounging form he seemed sculpted from burnished bronze itself, as if a perfect statue animated and strode forth from the enclave of a temple, still properly gleaming, and with gems set for eyes. Surely this was a dream she needn??t worry about incurring any goddess?? wrath, or being a properly bashful virgin. Did not need concern herself of her chastity at all. The sudden materialization of his warm form alongside her, in her bed further affirmed her beliefs. And the exuded aura of elation, vitality, and security . . . it seemed to emanate from him, though perhaps that was enhanced by the mostly-faded effects of the wine . . . ??Surely you are not disappointed?? she asked, eyes halfways slitted and narrowed, like a contented housecat??s, beneath the swooping trails of her dainty dark eyebrows. Her eyes took in his face, its planes and curvatures, his jaw, his brow, those bright-blazing eyes, and lingered long on his lips before they skimmed further, born along the corded muscles of his neck towards his clavicles, and beyond. And her fingers, her ink-stained lady??s fingers, tentatively reached out, stroked up his bare arm, traced from her wrist to her shoulder, before finding fluttering purchase on his shoulder. Held it a bare instant or two, before letting it slide away, the soft face of her palm this time streaking across every pore, absorbing the warmth and texture of his flesh. When have I ever before waxed so bold? But yet, what a phenomenally delicious dream . . . it shall be such a pity when I wake up, she reflected, but did not speak these words, for fear of shattering it. Of shattering him, delightful vision that he was.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

The linens felt lovely on Orion's heated flesh. How could any god turn her down? Never before had a mortal woman come on so bold. They were generally hindered by the opressive view of chastity and purity. There was no such thing amongst the gods. They were philandering, whimsical, fickle to a fault beings. Divine beings tossed and pulled along the current of the human emotions that got so many mortals into constant trouble. They were no different from their delightful creations, save for their neverending lifespan. Orion felt big. She was so soft and feminine, he couldn't help but feel like he towered over her. As he adjusted himself in the bed, his arms bulged and knotted, his abdomen contracted and released, the muscles of his neck bunched and corded, all working together in a work of art come to life. His body wasn't as perfect as Apollo's, but this woman certainly hadn't hesitated inviting him into her bed. He brushed his fingertips through the dark waves that was her hair and slid them gently along her porcelain face. With a movement so slow, so masculine, his fingers trailed down her face, over her perfect nose, along her full, wine red lips, down her soft, pointed chin to the hollow of her graceful throat. His hand wandered over her breast, taking in its fullness and firmness, before continuing down her side, wanting to be rid of the flimsy garment that kept her body from his. Oh yes, she was a gorgeous creature and he wanted her. What is your name, woman? Whose bed am I gracing this night?
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

Perhaps her nose wasn??t so perfect perhaps it projected a little sharp, a little beak-like as her family??s agnomina alluded. Mind, the deity??or was he a deity? Ensconced in the stars as Orion was, and with a handful of cults dedicated to currying his favour over the course of history, even the scholarly Tanaquil was not sure whether Orion ranked among the gods themselves, or merely the immortals. A diverging thought??perhaps she would inquire tomorrow, or delve into her own research, if this trace of the dream lingered. For now, she thrust it out of mind, determined to juice every last drop of distilled enjoyment from this night??s dream. Morpheus truly was being kind . . . But he had asked her a question, and it would be rude not to answer. ??I am Tanaquil Aurelius Aquilina, daughter of Cassius Aurelius Aquilius, the noted scholar,? she replied, tracing a single finger, now, along his clavicle, and into the little hollow as his throat. ??but tonight, let us speak not on my noble father . . .? She shivered a little, for all that the sultry night was not chilled, not in the least. Shivered at the trails of tingles his softly-skimming fingers left in their wake, like rivulets of starlight, strong even through the flimsy cloth of her shift. Surely this far surpassed the touch of any mere mortal? Tanaquil??s own fingers wandered, cupping together, slipping with ease to the back of his neck, toying and twining with the little curls found there, at his nape. Leaning herself back and down, into the lavish cushioning of her bedclothes, she regarded him, contemplated how just to make her interests plain. Drawing him closer, so close that his two starry eyes blurred to one, that his lips hovered a bare handsbreadth from hers. ??And I assure you, my thoughts stray very far indeed from my name, and my household . . .? The kiss hung there, poised upon the very precipice of her plump, rubine lips. Would he pluck it, she wondered?
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

Orion smiled as she toyed with the hair at his neck, not missing the open invitation, nor did he miss the subtle hint. He pondered if he should tease this woman, this daughter of Scholar Cassius. The lights in his eyes were bright and the delight in his smile genuine. A strong tongue glided over his lips as he leaned in and captured hers with his own, locking them in a passion-filled kiss. The ruby red lips tasted every bit as good as they looked. His drifted close and slowly rolled so that she was lying against her pillows and bedclothes, as he gently, subtly got on top of her. His large hands slowly and rythmically plunged into her dark tresses, getting tangled in the beautiful curls, seeking refuge in the jungle, hiding against her scalp. His fingers slowly kneaded the skin there, slowly transferring the pleasure he felt into the ends of his fingertips. Orion was proud of his hands, years of practice doing various things had transformed the digits into masters of pleasure and he luxuriated in the fact that he could give it.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

The flick of his tongue over his lips set her lips stretching, smiling broader, for it warned her what was to come next. But for all of this predirection Tanaquil did not succeed in anticipating the heady rush, the tanging taste, for the kiss, if anything, was sweeter than ambrosia upon her lips, and far more delectable than anything she could have imagined. It set her flesh a-tingle as nothing else ever had. Tanaquil??s lips softened, parted easily beneath Orion??s, granting his tongue access to wherever it wished to explore. But the young woman herself did not bear placidly the kiss rather dove in with mounting force, her lips undulating beneath the pressure and pearly teeth occasionally grazing across his lower lip as the kiss grew progressively more greedy. When have I ever dreamt a dream in such detail? Tanaquil marvelled, Such exquisitely delicious detail? For it seemed that her imagination had painted this Orion aright, down to the swordsman and archer??s calluses roughening his palm and fingers?? pads. They caught a little in her curls, working them looser from the half-tumbled knot soon it would be splayed all about the two of them, draping over the pillows. But Tanaquil did little to think on these, so focused was she on the scalp-prickling of the soft concentric circles, far more pleasurable and intense than such a slight action had any rights to be. Her own grip tightened on his nape curls as her hands, clenching momentarily in a spasm of pleasure, before releasing them and drifting, both and open-palmed, to skim across the muscular planes of his scapulae and unexplored upper back.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

Orion devoured the young maiden with rising greed and lust. His massaging fingers found firm purchase within the dark tresses of Tanaquil's hair and pulled her thrashing lips to his all the harder. His tongue swept into the hot warm passage of her mouth, softly massaging her before brutally taking it into a whirling dance of tempered passion. The taste was heady, almost intoxicating to the immortal. How could such a woman not be taken, not be claimed by some poor wretch of a man? He growled in his passion, feeling his manhood push against her stomach. With increasing lust, Orion slowly began pulling off the straps of her sleeping garment. He feared ripping the piece to shreds in his great lust. Finally parting with her lips, the god trailed fiery hot kisses down her jaw to the bottom of her lobe, kissing and sucking it gently. His hand worked ever so diligently at pulling her gown off slowly, making sure to tease and tantalize her tastes and desires to the fullest using a softness that the calloused texture of them generally hid. He was a hunter. She his prey. Tonight, he would have her.
Thread: Wish Upon Orion*s Star [Raphael & Confrazzled]

Tanaquil proved not an exceptionally elusive hart. Her lips curled into a smile, or tried to, but as such it was thoroughly disrupted by their shared kiss. How often is the hunter so doggedly pursued? Who hunts the hunter? She dared. At least here, in Morpheus?? realm. Tanaquil would needs remind herself to send a prayer??perhaps gift a small sacrifice??to the god of dreams at the household shrine in the morn. But how quickly did her mind turn to another god, the one before her, atop her body and under her stroking hands, his scapulae, his sleek-muscled back, the soft scoop of his spine, and then his pert, tight-clenched rump. Could not help squeezing, as if she tested a plump grape. Nor could she help her soft coos as he trailed his kisses over her, light and low like a mourning dove??s. She gasped as his fingers, too, joined in the fray, teasing her sleeping shift from her frame. Slowly. Too slowly. Her own hands she raked lightly over his back, drawing them once more to her own frame, fumbling with the ties and folds of the draping shift, furling it from her. Such a light linen shift had never seemed to restrictive or complicated before! And yet the dream insisted that she perform this in excruciating detail, as that hardness pressed to her stomach and she felt at it each heartbeat. At last they worked it away, between the pair of them and the fine-woven cloth fell forgotten even before it slithered to pool upon the floor. Now Orion could gaze upon her exposed form in entirety, the lax, flat plains of her torso, the round hillocks of her pert breasts, darkened nipples still limp in the sultry night air, the darker, sacred ravine beyond, and, of course, the shapely legs, belonging to no runner but toned enough. If, of course, his eyes ventured so far. And if, of course, he chose to drink her in with anything other than those sapidly suckling lips.
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

Kallen Stadtfeld sat in her Guren, and faced the foe opposite her. The so called newest terror against the Order of the Black Knights, Lancelot, stood opposite her. Today was the day she had to defeat the enemy, and make a mark against the Britannia. With the pulling of the lever, she launched Guren forward, just at the pilot of the Lancelot did with his. She still didn't know the identity of the pilot who used Lancelot, or even the identity of Zero, but for all she cared, they didn't really matter as long as Japan kicked Britannia out. With a sudden impact, she suddenly found herself pulled sideways by an unknown force. The Lancelot couldn't be responsible for this...Turning around, she saw another Nightmare. A royal knight's nightmare at that. Lancelot was fast approaching her from the other direction. This was not good...
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

Just as things looked the most dangerous, another Knightmare entered the fray, slashing the cables of the Royal Knight's slash harkens and took it's head off which triggered the auto-eject. Before turning to the Lancelot.....there were TWO of them on Kallen's sensors. Except the newcomer was black with red trim and a long seeming scarf attached to the back of the neck. The black one blocked the Lancelot's MVS' with his own that looked more like a Japanese Katana and forced the white one back. Are you alright? a male voice came over Kallen's communicator as the two lancelot's continued to duel until the black one drove the white one off. not the best pic but here's the overal look !-- m --a classpostlink href ... r01cf7.jpga!-- m --
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

So he is covered all over? She had shut her eyes close at the moment, already wishing death when nothing happened for a long time. Her eyes slightly opened again, and she looked at the black nightmare, shaped similar to Lancelot. Thanks...Who are you? She asked, and looked at the black one fight Lancelot off. It rather amazed that the machine she haven't seen before could do something like that.
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

that's just the general look for the Knightmare he's using really. It's a clone of the Lancelot in ability just no in general appearance let's just say I hate these bastards as much as you do. The voice came back to her as he made sure the Lancelot was in retreat and came back. He pulled the Knightmare to face her Guren Mk.II and opened the hatch in courtesy to her. When he stood up, the young man had short cut straight black hair with blue eyes the same hue of hers. He had largely Japanese features with a sprinkling of Brittanian traits but not many. My name's Sumeragi Izanagi, stupid name I know. he laughed a bit.
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

Oh right. I thought that your character xD She tilted her head sideways in confusion, but didn't ask anymore. It was rather mysterious of how suddenly another nightmare could come out so suddenly undetected, unless it was turned off before. But wouldn't that mean that he was waiting for her all the time? Shaking the doubt out of her head, her eyes wandered curiously to the man who came out. He looked Japanese, but also with a hint of foreign traits. She came out from her hatch as well, and stood there looking back at him. How did you get here? She asked.
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

haha sorry but I dont' have a pic for my char this time but I can try to find one huh? oh! I was passing by on my way to uh well cause some trouble for those brittanians but it looks like we both did that. Izanagi looked at her and then to his Knightmare. This thing's a clone of that Lancelot built from stolen blueprints, except this thing has a stealth module built into it that reflects sensor waves back as well as camouflage. he said and ducked in and pushed a button, the big black armor unit disappearing and looking like the background behind him. Making Izanagi look like he was floating in midair for a moment before he turned it off. it's good for moving around under those imperial noses. he said. you're Kozuke right? I've heard about you, and I must say you're alot prettier in person.
Thread: In the fit of desperation...(RaidenxSHB)

Nah it's fine A knightmare that could move fast and can't be detected properly on her screen...She looked at his knightmare again, and wondered for a moment. What group are you from then? She asked, wondering who in the world built such a strong thing that could par with Lancelot, even overcome him. Her eyes widened again as it completely disappeared. No wonder she didn't see it before. It can completely become invisible! Yes...How did you know me? Her cheeks blushed a similar shade of red as her Guren as he complimented. It was rare to be complimented on something like that.