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Thread: My Plaything [Ebony x Alvis Alendran]

The kick landed on his leg. Cain silently cursed himself for not catching ehr movement. When the pain didn't bloom, he smirked. He saw her shaking, and heard her 'warn' him. He let go of her hair, spinning her around to face him. Done. He said simply, before whipping his hand around to clout her in the side of the head. It was an open handed blow, aiming more to disorient and cause pain than really do damage. He grabbed the back of her neck after the blow, and shoved her along, keeping her partly crouched. He could see the faint trails of smoke rising from the village he called home. He was glad, and not for the first time, that as a hunter his hut was on the edge of the village. It wouldn't do to advertise his new prize to everyone just yet.
Thread: My Plaything [Ebony x Alvis Alendran]

Sakita cried out in pain, and felt herself being pushed forward. She couldn't fight, the disorientating cloud in her head wouldn't pass. Stumbling, she could only just manage to hold herself upright. Her blonde-brown hair hung around her face, hiding the forming bruises. Sorry, in third to last post I said she had black hair, she is supposed to have blonde-brown hair.
Thread: My Plaything [Ebony x Alvis Alendran]

Cain shoved her forward, growling under his breath. The kick hadn't been enough to really hurt him, but it stung his pride. He'd take it out on her shortly. His scowl melted into a cold smile. He saw his hut come into view, and bodily tossed the woman into it. He paused to sweep the door covering shut, and grinned down at her. It was time to go to work. He pulled a few leather loops that he usually used to secure small animals to his belt up, and swept them across one of the posts in the hut. He shoved the woman down, and fastened her wrists to the post with the leather, cinching them tight. With a grunt of effort, he seized the furs around her chest, and tore them free.
Thread: Everything in Moderation

I would love to roleplay with you. We have mirror requirements and look for the same things in roleplay. Shoot me a PM if you're interested
Thread: Everything in Moderation

Unfortunately, after having looked at your thread, it seems you are looking for a non-sexual roleplay. If I wanted that, I would be on a different part of this forum. Also I don't roleplay over IMs. Sorry!
Thread: Spitfire served with a side of romance and drama

Don't lie and say its romance if it isn't...You are as expendable to me as I to you. wait I'm a little confused. What exactly are you looking for. An RP where the character your partner plays is the above jerk. Or Are you looking for the more intimate, GFBF relationship that won't die out?
Thread: Spitfire served with a side of romance and drama

Don't lie and say its romance if it isn't...You are as expendable to me as I to you. So I guess I should refine my searchI am looking for MODERN romances. I will always play a human unless I am somehow compelled to do otherwise and to be point blank I dont care for lusty dirty tramps. Love, Passion, Desire that will not fizzle out are the components I seek. Sure drama and conflict drive a story but when the heat dies so will all relationships including ones of the role-playing nature. With that said I challenge all men who claim to be gentlemen, romantics, and the nice guys who finish last. Dont pretend that love is real, prove it. I dont care what race or walk of life you come from I care about the ability to portray a man with the required spunk. If you are still here and interested we can talk about pairings.
Thread: Spitfire served with a side of romance and drama

Don't lie and say its romance if it isn't...You are as expendable to me as I to you. Edit bump. PM ME!
Thread: Spitfire served with a side of romance and drama

u are as expendable to me as I to ou. Bumpity bumpity come on and play with me!
Thread: Spitfire served with a side of romance and drama

Bump for partners
Thread: Rise to Power

Dominic's tone was about as sharp as the spike on the arm of the Iron Throne which Druscilla was casually stroking in between two of her fingers. Her informers had whispered into her ear eveything that he'd been doing since he'd arrived, so she'd known that he was coming to the throne room after paying his respects to their late father and brothers, but she hadn't expected the boy to practically accuse her right in front of the entire court. Is he mad? He must realize that I control every single person of note in attendance...what does he hope to accomplish? Your Grace, Druscilla started, the tone of her voice perfectly calculated to sound slightly surprised by Dominic's words while still remaining calm and confident. You wound me deeply with your words. Surely that must be your grief speaking. Yes, that's good, I make myself seem strong while making him appear weak and unable to control his emotions...unfit to rule. Despite our tragic losses, however, life must go on and the realm cannot run itself. My only wish was to fulfil my duty, which I shall do until the day that Your Grace comes of age. Dominic would understand that that last part was more of a threat than anything else, but to everyone else it would sound perfectly genuine. But let us not dwell on such matters. I've no doubt that you must be exhausted after your long voyage home and that nasty spill that you took earlier...Pity that you missed the wake and funeral, they were grand as would befit a king and his heirs. Dru couldn't help herself from taking a couple more shots at her brother, reminding him about his earlier mishap as well as the fact that she'd been the one present when their fallen family members had been laid to rest in the crypts, not him. You should get some rest, brother.
Thread: Rise to Power

Dru was absolutely livid at the way that her younger brother had brushed by her while completely dismissing her threats. The sight of him gently caressing the throne as if it were a lover's warm body was even worse. The same jealousy which Druscilla had felt ever since she was old enough to understand that her brothers would be the ones inheriting everything of note while she was instead to be practically sold off to whichever Lord benefited her father's plans the most began bubbling deep down in the pit of her stomach once again. Her face remained an emotionless mask, but the gleam in her eyes would betray her inner rage if Dominic studied her closely enough. I had to find some way of distracting myself from your hideousness, Dru snapped back at him more defensively than she would have liked, trying to justify cutting herself on the Iron Throne. Such an ugly little creature, you've become, both inside and out. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that you were a bastard. She let the words linger for a bit while she considered the possibility of convincing everyone that Dominic truly was bastard-born in order to get him away from the crown. Unlikely, but it was still a possibility to keep in mind. He dares to lecture me about our Lord father's words when I knew the man much better than Dom or his fool brothers. It was always me by his side, night and day while his lackwit sons played with blunted steel in the yards. I'm the one who deserves the throne, it should be mine by rights. F-Further action? Dru repeated, stuttering while looking positively shocked and vulnerable. Her eyes were open wide like big round pools of clear spring water, making her seem younger and as innocent as the Maid herself, the complete opposite of what she'd seemed like just moments earlier. Those eyes that could make even a eunuch melt. And then they narrowed again and all of Druscilla's innocence vanished as she laughed. It was a chilly, bitter laugh. I'm the one who will be making the decrees for the time being. Do you think anyone cares about your little conversation with the High Septon? He tells everyone what they want to hear, especially little boys. I hear his High Holiness likes to fuck them up the ass. Dru's lips curled up into a wicked smile. Is that the way of it, then, dear brother? Did you barter your maidenhood in exchange for his endorsement? I'm afraid that you got cheated if you did, since his title is as empty as your own and his power just as non-existent. But as long as you both enjoyed yourselves, who am I to object? Druscilla wasn't about to lose a verbal battle to a mere child of four-and-ten. You may keep my chair warm until I reclaim it on the morrow, though, if you're so inclined. Use the time to look around you, Dominic. The Queen Regent outstretched her arms to either side to draw attention to the large throne room. These are your friends, shadows and ghosts. Abandon this foolish quest, Your Grace , lest you become one of them yourself. Druscilla's resplendent silvery gown swished through the air as she turned to leave.
Thread: Rise to Power

He had her... the gleam in her eyes betrayed everything that Dominic needed to know. It was easy to read someone you had spent your entire life with and his sister was just as much a slave to her emotions as he was. Emotions ran strong in their family, they were not the cold thin blooded sort like the Bolton family, not as high strung as Starks could often be with their obsession of honor. Her insults thrown at him caused rage to flare within him again but he held himself under control with only the slightest tightening of his lips to show his displeasure at the words. Still he was quite certain that he had her where he wanted her and if he was any sort of judge that innocent flash in her eyes was not the result of guile but instead the honest truth, the innocence of the Maid shining through her hardened exterior she worked so hard to put out there. Really sister, baseless insults to both me and the faith of so many of our subjects? He asked with a small smirk, this reaction from her was showing him that he was getting to her and keeping her off balance. The more he maintained control of himself the less she would be able to keep her own control. Unlike you the people want to support my claim to the throne, I have not had to sleep with half the members of the Small Council in order to have even the most fleeting hope of taking control. He had heard the rumors of the High Septon's tastes, which was of course why he had made the offer of a minor inquisition into the members of the Small Council and the court, plenty of people who had young sons and heirs... the inquisition would give him favor with the High Septon and also anyone who might want to protect their family from the attentions of men with particularly unspeakable skills. Drucsilla, I will be taking this throne again tomorrow. He called to her as she turned to leave. If I find you upon it when I arrive then I guarantee that you will regret it. Now why don't you retire to your chambers for the night... and if you have taken up residence in the chambers of the king then I would find a different place to sleep. I will be staying there from now on of course. To return to the chambers he had occupied for so long would be a sign of weakness, like admitting that he wasn't comfortable sleeping in the room that his father had occupied. He remained in the Throne room for a little while, enjoying occupying the Iron Throne that symbolized his rule over the Seven Kingdoms. He might now have been crowned yet but very soon he would be, it could be set up and done in less the a week if he pressed the High Septon while keeping pressure on the Small Council to support him until the proper time came. Only after he had felt that he had taken enough time in the room to show that he was comfortable in the seat did he move from it, exiting the throne room only to be greeted by two members of the kings guard who fell into step behind him without a word, escorting him to the chambers of the king where he intended to retire for the night.
Thread: Rise to Power

Druscilla's steps quickened as she stormed out of the room before she was tempted to try and bash her brother's skull in against that throne that he loved so much. It was a dark and impulsive though, even for her, so she forced herself to brush it off, but that still didn't make her any less livid. It was the accusation that she'd traded sex for favor with the members of the court that upset her the most. In truth, she'd only teased and made vague implications to some of them, but she'd never gone as far as to actually fuck them. Maybe I should have, the thought crossed her mind briefly as she wondered what Dominic could possibly be planning to offer that she hadn't already. He couldn't match what I have between my legs...but no, it's not necessary. He's just a boy trying to play at being a king, he's full of wind and idle threats. All I have to do is stand firm and he'll back down once he sees that I won't be intimidated by the likes of him. I embody the demon, not him! Dru had not, in fact, taken up residence in the king's chambers out of respect for her Lord father, and because it would have seemed in poor taste in the eyes of the court. Yes, she'd won most of them over, or so she thought at the very least, but she was still a woman. It wouldn't have sat well with them to see her moving so brazenly. Druscilla knew that if she wanted to take the throne, she'd have to do it slowly, gradually, subtly. But her little brother's sudden rebelliousness had inflamed her more than she could have ever expected, and she figured that enough time had passed now since the passing of her father and brothers. I won't be taking orders from that arrogant little runt. By the time that Dominic arrived at the king's chambers with his pair of white cloaks, he would find eight of his sister's personal guards in front of the door. The young king would be allowed to enter if he wished to, as would his two knights of the kingsguard, but four of Dru's men would follow them inside if they did. As for the Queen Regent, she was enjoying a nice hot bath while sipping on some sweet arbor gold and reading from a book that one of her handmaidens was holding for her while kneeling beside the luxurious golden tub.
Thread: Rise to Power

Threatening the men in the employ of his family was not the best thing that he could do but Dominic was not all that worried about word getting around the barracks about how he had behaved. These men were loyal to the family though it was more important to them that they got paid and Dominic could easily enough buy their loyalty by offering them a greater sum of money. It wouldn't even take a very large raise in order to ensure that he had their graces. A few more gold coins tossed their way that they would be able to spend on drink and women, money that would be spent in Kings Landing and keep the economy moving forward, something that would be embraced by people of all levels. The end result was the same, they were out of the room and so were the handmaidens with the White cloaks guarding the doors. They wouldn't open the door no matter what they heard, he already had their loyalty when it came to his claim for the throne, so he need not worry about them interceding on anything that followed on behalf of his sister which was a good thing because what he had in mind would likely cause a great deal of noise. There was only a half formed idea in his mind, nothing quite solid yet but it would be more then enough to show her what her place really was in the grand scheme of things. Dominic didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable with the way that she was trying to use her body against him. Despite her attempts to spoil his having fun in the past he had still managed to make more then a few trips to different brothels around the Seven Kingdoms, his sister might be more beautiful then the women he tended to encounter but after spending time in the company of whores who knew how to show off their many charms her attempts to make him uncomfortable seemed almost stumbling by comparison. He met her look of contempt with a sneer of his own, more then a little bit amused by it all, if he wanted her out of her he could have easily dragged her out and thrown her naked into the halls but he had given her ample opportunity to leave of her own free will and now she had to face the consequences. Your chambers? He asked slowly, as though wanting to hear the words from his own mouth. There seems to be a small misunderstanding here dearest sister. Moving quickly, a body honed from years of exercise being put to use ad he quickly knelt down and pressed a hand into her hair to force her head beneath the water, holding it there as though contemplating letting her drown for several long moments before pulling her back up. This chamber is mine. He hissed as he leaned in to look into her eyes. The throne is mine, and since you have decided to oppose me I suppose that I am going to have to remind you of these things in a way that you won't like. Your actions have consequences sister... now you must face them.
Thread: Rise to Power

The nails that dug into his arm as he held his sister beneath the bath water were annoying, irritating, and might have even been painful but Dominic was made practically immune to such a thing at the moment. Right then and there he had power, true power over someone who had tormented him for oh so many years. It was even arousing to him, the way that she had thrashed beneath his hands when he pushed her down made him harder then he had ever been before and a smirk spread across his lips when he let her up and she rose from the bath, like a vision of beauty rising from the water and dripping with rage in her eyes. Amused he released her head and was more then a little bit surprised at her attempt to strike him. Of course the element of surprise alone would not be enough to assure he success against him, instinct took over and combined with years of martial training he was able to step back quickly, her blow missing him by scant inches but still missing him and leaving him angered. How dare she raise a hand against him, he was the rightful king, in his own chambers none the less. Men had been put to death for daring to do such a thing but that would hardly make a difference because the more he thought about it the more ideas came to him, ways that he could make her suffer, ways to humiliate her for daring to think that she could keep him from what was rightfully his, the Throne, the crown... it was all his and nothing would be keeping it from him. How dare I? You dare raise a hand against me and question what it is that I have done? He asked, eyes narrowed as he drew back his own right hand before letting it fly again, the back of his own open hand flying towards her face, she was beneath him, she was a complete and utter fool, a speck of dirt to be removed from his boots. Of course his boots were a little bit dirty after the long days of travel with little more then the absolute basics in order to keep everything tidy for him, perhaps he would force her to clean them with her tongue and then dry it with his hair. That would be done in public of course, soon enough he would have her punished before the entirety of the Small Council, maybe even have someone on hand to commemorate the event with a simple portrait or something of the sort. Oh yes, now he could see it all so clearly, his sister had been coddled for far to long, this disobedience and rebellion she was currently displaying came from a lack of humility. His father had been a decent and fair leader but he had let his daughter take far to many liberties and would need to be shown just what her proper place really was. A lesson or two in humility, reminding her that her brother was the proper heir to the throne would of course be the first step. I think you need to be reminded of your place dearest Dru. He warned her, looking to her with narrowed eyes. And it is a task that I could trust to no one else... I will have to teach you proper humility though I suspect it will not be as enjoyable for you as it will be for me.
Thread: Rise to Power

The backhand caught Dru completely by surprise, snapping her head to the side and causing her to stumble back down into the tub where she landed on her butt with a bis splash. Nobody had ever struck her before in her life, not even her father who'd always disciplined her without the use of violence. She could hardly even fathom that it had just happened. Druscilla was shocked by the ease with which her brother - whom she'd always managed to torment without receiving much in the way of retaliation - had lashed out at her. A dark fear crept into her thoughts when she saw his eyes. Fear is my weapon...I can't be afraid. I won't. But she saw the look on Dominic's face that vindictive, determined look which clearly stated that a person would stop at nothing to decimate their chosen target. Dru had seen it innumerable times on the faces of the lords and ladies which she dealt with on a day to day basis, not to mention in the mirror on several occasions as well. Dom's gray eyes were as cold and hard as steel, but there was also a certain glint to them, like that of a sword when the sunlight hits it from just the right angle. Anticipation, she recognized he was looking forward to hurting her. Despite the fact that she wanted to be strong, Dru's big round eyes began to well up with tears as she raised a hand to touch her cheek. The spot where her brother had hit her was warm and it stung quite badly, but it was her pride which had suffered the greatest amount of harm. I... she failed to find any words. Druscilla was an expert when it came to planning and scheming and seducing, but none of that could help her now. She'd never expected that Dom would get violent with her, which was obviously a grave error, and now she was all alone with him. Defenseless. Nothing that she could say would appease him now, she knew. He wouldn't believe a word of it unless he was a complete fool, which he unfortunately wasn't. Running wasn't an option, either not with the two kingsguards watching the door. I know my place, Dru finally managed to put a few words together while covering her breasts with one arm.I've always known it. You're not fit for the throne, little brother. Hell, you're not even fit to be called a man, beating on a defenseless woman. Your own sister, no less. She'd managed to recompose herself somewhat, hardening her expression, but the subtle shakiness of her voice still betrayed the nervousness that she hadn't been able to fully suppress. I wonder what respect the lords and ladies of the court will have left for you when they find out about this...if they even had any respect for you to begin with. Quite while you're ahead, Dom, I'm warning you... It was a desperate attempt to scare him off with a bluff, but it was all that she had left.