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Thread: Deaths Door

He fought and struggled to escape his fate but he was subdued by two men, forced to his knees against his will. Never before had he felt so powerless and if only he could get the upperhand against the men who use to be his borthers. He was taken by his hair and forced to look up to this other brother who they called War. War dressed like a soldier, who would have guessed? Only he wore the combat style from the 60's. It was always an inside joke between them how he liked the classics more so then the blocky pixel styles of today. He wore the old green barret hat, something you don't really see anymore. More to the point he was holding an 8 inch blade to his lovers neck. He was to purpose in 3 days only for it to be cut short. I told you there would be consiquences for your insubordination brother, my offer still stands. Be the Fourth Ridder and join us. He said rocking the blade back and forth upon her soft pale skin. War wouldn't wait for an answer pulling the blade quick and deep along her pretty neck. Blood sprayed everywhere and nearly touched him. If I were to become the ride of Death, I would do it gladly just to mount your head on a pike and shove it up the back end of these two pricks. The one who would be Death growled with teeth, yet he kept his head. It pained him greatly to see his love fouled in such a way but he was use to seeing death. Thats the spirit brother! He laughed at the whelps reaction. As I told you before, no distractions and cut all ties. Now I just severed on of them for you. He looked down at the corps he had laying at his feet. Such a pretty thing too, what a pitty. He whipped his blade clean on the white, silky nighty that she wore to bed that night and did it while whistling a happy medly. Kills him... War ordered. The other two looked at him in disbeliefe. Again? Sounds like I need to pull rank again. He drew his sidearm and pointed it at the man to the right of Death. Kill him Strife or I'll kill you too. War cammanded pulling the hammer of the gun back. Strife had to protested once more, If we kill him we will not be at full streangth. War was getting annoyed now and was loosing his cool with every passing moment. We will find him again, we always have. Now kill him, maybe another centry will give him time to reflect. Fine... Strife agreed finally and gave Death a swift knee to the head dazing him both Strife and Pestalince both drew their side arms. War smiled as he turned around and walked away hearing the sweat sound of two gun shots. As he left the room he shut the door behind him and had a small laugh. See you in a century my brother.
Thread: Deaths Door

Time passed by with War and his two brothers spending the next 10 years creating chaos threwout the globe. War, famine and pleague all spread world wide wtih no death to give merciful release. It was as close to hell on earth as one could get. War tapped his fingers on his desk out of boardom, he looked around the room in which he made his base of operations. Its walls were rittled with holes of various different sized bullets. Scorch marks up and down the walls and a few blood spatters that all had their little tails to tell. He picked up a detinator from the top of this desk and pressed the button, setting off small charges around the main wall nocking it down. 2 mintues later Strife walked in threw the newly made whole in the wall. Ah I see your remodleing. Yes well, I felt like I needed a change. He keeped pressing the button know just for the sake of hearing the click. Looks like you need a pick me up. He slapped down the file he was carrying with him. I figured you had something under that snazzy suite of yours, why do you like white so much? Its a prefferance, now to the file there. He was trying to divert his attentions back. It seems someone is trying to play our dear brother. It hasn't been long enough for him to come back yet right? Well we killed the last 3 people acting like Death that was the the wall with the specal splaters I just obliterated. Yes well people are dieing. War rubbed his chin in thought, Do we have a location on his imposter? Not yet, this file was made up specificly for gathering intel of people dieing. So any of our men get wind of this we get a file like this, as of right now we have 50 sitings. Thats more then a fluke wouldn't you agree? Yet we don't have a single image? Well we do but you and I know well that we arn't really photogenic, so anyone could look like a blur on a camera. Alright finally I get to go hunting. War finally got a smile on his face at the thought of going toe to toe with his deadly brother. Then he pondered a moment. Oh and Strife, if this turns out to be Death you will die first. Strife paused any and all thought for a moment with that. It was true that he put one to his brothers temple, there was no way he could have survived two. If he is I'll kill him again. Oh yes, should I call Famine in from the feild? No need, hes never had the stumic for all of this, he would be useless to us now. Of coarse sir.
Thread: Deaths Door

The sun shone threw and all could be heard was an anoying dripping sounds that echoed threw the halls. He tossed and turned on a old matriss he made gurggling sounds and his hands thrashed about looking for something. He started hearing screams of horror, female for sure, then children crying asking for their ma'ma. The noises only got louder and more definate till he found his mask and slipped it on as quickly as he could. He got up from his bed and streached. He started his routine for the day showering even with the mask on, the only thing to block out the noise of those in pain and suffering begging for sweat release. He finished his shower, it was steamy and humid in the bathroom yet he got a chill on his skin and the hairs stood on the back of his neck. He looked in the morror to see the lover who parrished at the hands of his brothers, her skin was pail, her hair firey red, her eyes were green. She blew a lowly kiss in his ear and dissapeared in the fog. Inraged he smashed the mirror. Seeing tinny relections of him in his mask, a prison to his thoughts and salvation from the rest of the world. Shapped like human skull, worthy for the ridder of Death. He started his physical training from push up to sit ups then pull ups to practising martial arts with a training dumy. Preparing for the day when he would confront his brothers once again. He had to get back to 100 percent himself and more. The harder he hit that dummy the brighter his eyes started to glow a deep red, no longer needing to hold back from embracing his full powers that he had.
Thread: Deaths Door

Death had lost a great portion of his power during his last confrontation with his brothers, to get them back he would have to collect the many suffering and angry spirits that still lingered without the genital embrace that would be him. Out of the four, he held more human emotion then the rest, only he could understand what death really meant. War, Strife and Famine could never understand the suffering they cause or cared how the people would worship Death in their time. He walked from the ruined city that use to be the grand special of the region now home to the sick and decrepit mortals all sentenced for the judgement or so his job stated. His brothers did not follow the old creed any longer. Death would have to handle the three by his lonesome. So as he marched from the city he needed power, allies and his horse Oblivion. As he ventured out among the desert waist land, wrapped in only a few rags and his rage to cloth him against the sun and the heat. He kept reminding himself that no one or no thing could halt his approach, not even the gods could stop him from collecting souls of the dead. It wasn't long however that reality set in and he collapsed from exhaustion and thirst. What have his brothers turned him into? Was he not a horseman anymore? He asked himself before his vision went dark. When he awoke he was in a strange place, it was cool and held just enough light to keep the shadows away with a few candles. He wasn't strong enough to move just yet but he still tried just the same by moving a hand, he was so weak that it felt like it weighed heavily on his muscles. Oh your finally awake. A young female voice spoke up for what he could tell. We weren't sure if you were going to survive much longer. She dunked a rag into a bucket and dabbed cool water on his brow. We found you unconscious out in the sand, you must be very reseiliant to try and make that journey during the day. She just continued to rant on and on and Death knew what being grilled for information felt like. She wanted him to tell her what, when, why and how he had decided to make the trip in such a treacherous place.
Thread: This Land is SO TOTALLY Not Your Land [Swagbeast and fireandblood]

Before he started on the second body, Adrastus had pushed his hand into the flesh of the female's leg, seeking the bone. Though he did not eat flesh, the bone was his favorite dish in any realm, and he enjoyed saving it for last. Before he could reach it, however, a hand grabbed his hair and flung him toward the male body. Hissing, he rolled lithely to his feet, assuming a crouched position. Before him stood an Eater, one of the more dangerous anomalies that consumed all aspects of their prey. Her impressive tusks pushed through the skin of her mouth, as if she planned to threaten him. Her beautiful human curves contrasted drastically with the hideousness that was her face, but Adrastus found it intriguing and almost sexy. Adrastus himself was a Stalker, a race known in Surreality to take their greatest pleasure from tracking their prey and consuming blood and bone. They were a race just as notoriously conniving and dangerous as the Eaters, and the other anomalies tended to steer clear of the two more unstable groups. Hello, Eater, he growled, assuming a casual posture. I hope you didn't mean to scare me, as I am not one of your pathetic humans. His form began to ripple again, and he grew to his massive height, redness slowly bleeding into his skin in the trademark color of his race. The horns pierced once more through his skull, no more than seven inches in length but as thick as a small tree at the base. Their yellow points curved dramatically over his head, and their unmarked ends showed his fierceness in battle. I don't believe I want to leave any time soon, he sneered, his long, forked tongue snaking out of his lips. I wasn't quite finished with my meal, you see. As he finished the sentence, he chuckled darkly, his knowing ice-blue eyes peering at her from heavy lids. Suddenly, he launched himself at her, and slammed her into the ground. Delivering one blow, his long fingernails rake across her face to leave four distinct lines of blood. Grinning down at her, he laughed sadistically. This should be fun, he thought as he rolled off of her, waiting for her next move.
Thread: This Land is SO TOTALLY Not Your Land [Swagbeast and fireandblood]

It was inexplicably chancy to risk exposing her genuine appearance to any humans nearby. Though Samosa didn't feed often, she was wont to dine on an occasional human every now and then, though her menu was exclusively criminals and gang-bangers. She was a solitary creature like the rest of her kind and prefered to remain undisturbed. That was, until, this anomaly appeared before her. Like the rest of his phylum he appeared arrogant and playful, two traits that Samosa abhorred. As he unveiled himself, Samosa, too, began revealing slivers of her natural identity. Her head began pounding like the steady thrum of warm drums as two charcoal coloured horns sprouted through her skull and curled like that of a ram's. They grew on their own accord, thus she was inclined to file them when they became unruly. Samosa shrieked when her assailant pared away her skin with his claws - it wasn't a human shriek, but something altogether ear-splitting. Moments later the bloody fissures began to fill with fresh cells, all pink and new. She hissed as he withdrew and pounced as a panther would, her mouth agape and wicked tongue waggling. I don't think you understand how futile this is, she snarled as she straddled the behemoth, headbutting him with the fury of her horns and skull. Her tongue, like a razor, began sawing at his tomato-red flesh until she drew blood. I ask you once more, stalker. Leave.
Thread: This Land is SO TOTALLY Not Your Land [Swagbeast and fireandblood]

The Eater's shriek brought yet a wider smile to the red lips of the Stalker, and he chuckled again. Her horns were impressive, he had to admit, and her teeth were a frightful sight to behold- if you were prey. Her skin healed quickly, as he knew it would, and his laughter carried on as she took him to the ground. The powerful head-butt cut off his laughter, and a feral snarl tore from his throat. As was his race's wont, his temper flared quickly. Though they appeared to be mischievous and playful, the Stalkers were a cold, calculating group, manipulative through-and-through. The only emotion that was, for them, uncontrollable was rage. If something was irritating enough, it could trigger a reaction that was truly a fearsome thing. As her tongue razed across his skin, his snarl intensified, and he threw her off of him, crouching once again into a primal stance. His skin began knitting together as well, healing with the rapidity of any Anomaly. I do understand how futile it is, Adrastus said, regaining his composure and smiling once more. That doesn't mean we can't have some fun. With that, he launched himself at her, throwing a solid punch to her gut and sinking his teeth into her neck, taking a chunk of skin with him as he landed just behind her. Spitting it out, his sneered, his blue eyes glinting madly in the darkness.
Thread: This Land is SO TOTALLY Not Your Land [Swagbeast and fireandblood]

For a moment, Samosa lurched over as her adversary launched a mallet-sized fist into her belly. She felt her muscles cry out in protest and her empty stomach roil under the pressure. With wide, white eyes she gnashed her teeth and hissed until the majority of discomfort seeped back into her bones. By the time his fangs cleaved through her neck, Samosa's skin had blackened and sprouted barbs virtually thrice the acuity. If a human were to simply graze them they'd split the flesh like a scalpel, but this creature before her was an Anomaly and likely no where near as succeptible. As quick as his teeth tore her skin, it was restored, filled with new tissue that was as pink as a newborn. She touched the skin where the wound once existed and winced, smearing excess blood over her elongated fingertips. In a nearby puddle she glimpsed her appearance and even she, a woman who was incapable of feeling surprise - was taken aback. Her complexion, once a hue of terracotta sand, was blacker than a moonless sky. Her teeth jutted out like snapped steak knives and her eyes, slender and almond-shaped, sported bead-sized pupils as dark as her skin. It was years since she witnessed this monstrous change in herself, but admittedly, she revelled in the sensation of her bones snapping and healing to support her new frame. She flexed her muscles and clawed away her clothing. Her breasts were scaled, her belly was barbed and her heart-shaped ass looked as if it were wrapped in a spool of skin-tight latex. As he rolled about, she padded around him on silent footfalls and lunged at him, this time cupping either side of his face in her hands as she straddled his chest and slammed her hips into his crotch. Steam steadily rose from her fingertips, revealing that the decorative runes on her palms emitted a corrosive slime. I'd appreciate if you had fun elsewhere, she sneered. Her tongue snaked through her full black lips and lapped, almost affectionately, at his Adam's apple. She was in the right mind to skewer him with her horns, but not until he was properly cooked . With little to no notice she grabbed his throat with every intention of crushing his windpipe. Despite the difference in sizes, she wielded immense strength. I don't eat red meat, she said, But for you, I'm quite willing to make exception.
Thread: Looking (FxF!) That means girls only boys *New Edits and Additions*

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Thread: A little different (DTH and Nicoletta)

Aiden's ears twitched as his alarm went off, waking him from a sweet dream. It was the first day of his senior year, and he really didn't want to go. He had never much cared for school, but the fact it was so close to being over did make things a little bit better. He rubbed his half opened eyes with the back of his hand, yawning enough to make him shake a little. Nyaaa the first day of the last year. I really don't wanna go.... fuck. Okay, I guess I should get out of bed and get ready now. He wasn't talking to anyone, but he liked to make himself motivated by talking himself into things sometimes. Aiden would need all the motivation he could get today. With his tail hanging lazily at his side, he pushed himself upward. Is 5'6'' body feeling like it was a thousand pounds. With a groan that illustrated great effort he pushed himself out of bed. Aiden stretched his whole body from his arms to the tip of his tail before letting out a long, loud breath. His blue-grey eyes peered at the bathroom, reluctant to enter it to take a shower. The ten steps felt like an eternity. His ears flattened against his black hair as he glared at the shower like it had killed his best friend. If, that is, he had a best friend. Aiden didn't make friends easily. He was always the reserved, nerdy, and shy type of person. Add in a little disdain for the majority of people, and you had a formula for a friendless boy. Not to mention most people thought that cat people were weird to begin with. There weren't many at his school, and even the ones that were there didn't really seem to want to talk to him much. Aiden sighed as he finally pulled the knob, the ice cold water pounding the floor before it finally warmed up. He dropped his boxers to the floor and stepped in. The water felt good to him, so for the moment he wasn't lamenting the first day of school. For a moment, he contemplated masturbating while he was in the shower, but he shrugged and decided against it. Not in the best mood to do anything. He just picked up the soap and got himself clean instead. After drying off, he looked at the clock. Damn it. No time for breakfast, he muttered, walking naked back into his room to dress before the bus came. He sat on his own as always, just his tail occupying the seat beside him.