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Thread: Her Supernatural Soul Mate (Me and Dea)

Laura looked from her plate, to his and grinned as he laughed. And she'd thought she was hungry. She accepted his cell and for a moment just looked at it. This was going to be one really weird phone call. How was she supose to bring it up? A soul tool? Well, it was just a call. That's all he was asking her to do was make one phone call to them. While she still had the nerve, she dialed Maria's number and munched on the fries while she waited for her friend to answer. Hey Maria.. this is .. going to sound strange, but I was wondering. Have you ever heard of a soul tool? I mean did your husband have one when you met him? Looks like a- she fell silent, listening to her friend's excited voice exclaiming 'oh my god you met your soul mate didn't you? So who is he, a lion? Bear?' Laura replied Wolf, then asked, Please, Maria just answer the question, I'll tell you everything later. Another long silence as she was listening, then she said into the phone, Okay, thanks. I gotta.. no I'll talk to you later. Okay, bye. Laura hung up and laid his cell on the table. Okay, her husband had one of those.. Maria told that if they weren't mated by or before her 25th birthday that they would both die. That part she didn't know if she believed, but what if it was true?
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

After PvP had been locked, I was really sad to hear that. While it hadn't been to terribly active, it was a source of amusement that I hadn't seen on many other forums. Sure, noobs wandered in without reading anything. They got fried or scared off or what have you. Oh well. Pussies don't change too terribly often, so I think that was for the better. So we're trying to have a better image? BM's evolved into what now? PvP was closed because you're not promoting infighting in public? Well, nothing is stopping anyone from threadshitting. Maybe the fear of being banned for some amount of time or potentially permabanned. Since this is a journal and this section is moderated, I'll ask you to keep your comments within the rules. Otherwise, welcome to my PvP journal. Got something to say? Say it! Vent it out! I don't give a fuck. Here's a place to put all of your anger and hate that you don't want munging up your personal journals. Abuse it as you'd like within site rules! ALSO! Please refrain from naming names here. Don't want everyone coming here, pissing and moaning that they were called out on their BS, then getting this journal locked, deleted, or getting me bannedwarned. Thanks, in advance, for following my stupid simple guidelines.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

You smarmy conversation shitter. You've never got anything to say. Always dragging your e-balls around, rubbing them on all that's good and dandy. I can't stand the thought of a human life ending, knowing that the knowledge and personality will be gone forever... but you know, some people... I think we'd be better off without you. Also, there's a pair of you tards who ought to watch their fucking mouths. Next time, when people air opinions and you don't like them, how about your grow a fucking spine and say something instead of being ignorant and uninformed twits badmouthing people on the LOLINTERNET? It's cool, PM me and we'll talk like adults. Some people have a bad day and get to rant and rave. Sometimes it's even on a subject in which you hold dear to your heart. And sometimes, it'll piss you off or heaven forbid, ANNOY you. Am I not allowed to have a bad day? Am I not allowed to air my immediate disdain for your beloved entertainment? Am I not allowed to ask you questions to which I am honestly curious about? While you're so annoyed, you couldn't bother to answer anything. It just allowed me to see a tiny glimpse of you, you spineless brain dead fool. Keep watching your idiot box and see where it gets you. Oh, let us not forget about you. Assumptions. Stop making them. Got questions about me, please ask me. I will gladly explain in great length about whatever it is you want to know about me, but please, don't assume you know a god damned bit about me until we've spoken personally. I'll do the same for you, that is make no assumptions about you. takes deep breath Oh god, that felt good.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

Oooo, look at you! You don't like my journal, so just be passive aggressive and rate it low! That'll sure show me! I see you, fuck wit. I see you're a chicken shit and can't bother to comment. Tell me what's wrong, baby. I'd love to hear what's chapping your ass raw. We could sure do better in this world without spineless cunts, like yourself. Meeeeeeh, I don't like it. DOWN VOTE. Don't add comment or opinion. I fear conversation in which I'm too unarmed to handle. Yep, I see you.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

Why hello there, Hahvy, my darling!
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

dramamine213 said Oooo, look at you! You don't like my journal, so just be passive aggressive and rate it low! That'll sure show me! I see you, fuck wit. I see you're a chicken shit and can't bother to comment. Tell me what's wrong, baby. I'd love to hear what's chapping your ass raw. We could sure do better in this world without spineless cunts, like yourself. Meeeeeeh, I don't like it. DOWN VOTE. Don't add comment or opinion. I fear conversation in which I'm too unarmed to handle. Yep, I see you. Click to expand... I dont enjoy this thread, thefore I rated it low. No need to make an ass of yourself.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

To be fair, that quoted post wasn't to anyone in particular. It was generalized bait, which seemed to have worked quite quickly. waggles eyebrows I don't feel as if I'm making an ass out of myself. I'm totally sober, sick of people's bullshit, and I'm cranky about PvP not being around. Therefore, I'm solving my own lack of amusement by creating it now. I'm trying to remain as in-the-rules as I can, without flaming anyone or directly AND!! I'm keeping it in a journal! Something which was constantly brought up about bitchranty journals in PvP!! 2 points for awesome, there! Haha! Thanks for admitting. I'm glad you have the spine to say it. Therefore, what I said isn't true in your case. For that, I owe you thanks for being an adult and coping to your actions. 3
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

dramamine213 said To be fair, that quoted post wasn't to anyone in particular. It was generalized bait, which seemed to have worked quite quickly. waggles eyebrows I don't feel as if I'm making an ass out of myself. I'm totally sober, sick of people's bullshit, and I'm cranky about PvP not being around. Therefore, I'm solving my own lack of amusement by creating it now. I'm trying to remain as in-the-rules as I can, without flaming anyone or directly AND!! I'm keeping it in a journal! Something which was constantly brought up about bitchranty journals in PvP!! 2 points for awesome, there! Haha! Thanks for admitting. I'm glad you have the spine to say it. Therefore, what I said isn't true in your case. For that, I owe you thanks for being an adult and coping to your actions. 3 Click to expand... I figured, though I thought why not. Is the language you used really necessary? Quite welcome 3
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

Yes, yes it is. I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore. Also, hurrah on being older.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

Hmm. Me thinks the trolls are trolling a bit too hard. And this time, it's totally not me. Amusing. Troll on trolls. Let's see where this takes us all.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

Fucking weeaboos. Disgusting AND disappointing. Good thing I haven't seen any limit on how many weeaboos and disappointments I can ignore in chat. Maybe, hopefully, they'll grow up. And sure, I shat in chat... because most people were, as well. No, I don't like shitty cheap anime. Why? It's boring and has the shallowest characters. Naruto, Tenchi, Inuyasha, etc., just vapid wastes of time. And people tell me to grow up. At least I know about the crazy amounts of radiation pouring in from your beloved anime creating nation poisoning the US... and how they plan on leaving the reactors open and spewing out rads that are conveniently blowing state side. Your precious animes aren't going to save you from radiation poisoning. Go ahead, relax a bit more. See where it gets you, weeaboo.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

I don't see how liking anime makes you a Weeaboo. Being obsessed with it would, but liking it? Not really.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

Liking it to the point of making up powers or having in depth knowledge about minute aspects of any anime has graduated you from a casual watcher to a weeaboo. Only weeaboos are offended by being called such.
Thread: Drama's Personal PvP - All Are Welcome!

I've always worn my weeaboo badge proudly. 3
Thread: Who mods what?

I don't see anywhere on the forums where it's listed where X mod moderates X forum. Is there a list? Are they designated to certain areas?
Thread: Who mods what?

Tako is the only mod who has a specific area, I believe. The rest try to patrol the boards as effectively as possible to find anyone who needs help, or might be breaking rules. And as long as you aren't breaking any rules, or are extremely rude and combative, you really shouldn't fear mod retaliation just because you don't agree with their opinion. Voice it, and if they try to ban you unfairly, then contact the other mod, or site admin to make a formal complaint. No one should be bullied on bluemoon. Hope that helps!
Thread: Who mods what?

Indeed. Vega is the only site specific mod and that's for Open RP only. Pretty, PK and Kiko are global mods and thus mod everywhere on site. If there's ever an issue with anyone on staff, follow what Kiko said about talking to another mod or even bringing it up with either myself or Vek, if it escalates high enough. Bullying or power lording will not be tolerated here and thus dealt with accordingly if it's shown to have happened. However, given the current staff, I don't foresee that as a problem.
Thread: Who mods what?

Indeed I'm the only Mod restricted to a forum area. That means that OR Open Roleplay is the only place my Mod powers exist. That is why I don't have a fancy color either - outside of my Recruiter or Supporter ones.
Thread: Who mods what?

Thanks for the info. Usually, on most forums I haunt, they mention it somewhere and I was generally curious if all mods were global mods.
Thread: [MxF] Cravings for Lady Partners :)

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Thread: The Path to Decay

videoyoutube She grunted as the pulled on the chains, forcing her to walk forward along the path. The men had locked her up in a medieval public humiliation device, keeping her neck and wrists next to each other. They also put a metal collar around her neck and metal wrist cuffs, attaching chains to them and using them to direct her bodies movement. There were many men originally, but their numbers had dwindled over the past week or so. Normally the slave trader had about twelve men, but now he was down to five. The man in the front snarled as he yammered to himself, working with an abacus and glaring at the beads. Sure, he lost most of his crew and he would make more money in the long run- but only if someone actually bought the bitch. She had been one hell of a catch- they had to make the trip exclusive otherwise they would have lost even more money. Her nostrils flared as one of the men jerked harder on the chains and she dug her heels into the ground, glaring over at them as a warning. They slowed down and she started forward again, keeping her eyes on them. She had mud and dirt all over her body, even on her face from the few times they'd pulled so hard on the chains that she fell down during their struggles. But her blue eyes were piercing and noticeable despite the obvious poverty and degradation. Her black hair was left down, knotted and messy from the abusive traveling conditions. They'd thrown a potato sack-looking piece of material over her body just to keep her covered up. The woman, standing at about 5'7 with wide hips, a wonderful D bust and pale white skin, blew her bangs out of her face as they began to near the city. Their leader sent one of his men ahead to prepare a cage for her arrival. They wouldn't be able to let her near people- otherwise she would escape.
Thread: The Path to Decay

Ah, Rubo quietly mused, I've needed this. He dressed in his finest garb, making sure that each seam and ruffle interlocked perfectly before even thinking about walking outside. 'Appearance is everything' as his motto, Rubo walked cooly down his Pantheon-esk stairs leading to his already awaiting carriage the driver waited patiently before asking where the master would like to travel. To the gates, he replied. I've a new shipment to purchase. Our stock is running low. Rubo sat legs-crossed in his geniune leather seat his bright blonde hair flew smoothly in the cool morning breeze. As they neared the gates, Rubo noticed a quaint shrieking in the distance. Trying to keep composure, he smoothed his leggings and adjusted his pearl white gloves, but the shrieks continued. The driver looked back in obvious concern, but Rubo nodded forward, indicating the 'Go Ahead' to his driver. Oh boy, this could be my lucky day. he thought. Afterall, it was the 26th anniversary of his coming to fortune. Today, Rubo celebrated both his birthday and his luck. Their arrival to the slave trader only confirmed his suspicions the slave trader had brought a cage. Rubo was anything but concerned, though. He wanted to see this beauty of a specimen. Roob, I 'ate tah sayyit, but this'n's gonna costya a wee bit moah t'an origeenaly espected, the slave trader explained in his thick accent. She's a wee bit wily, t'ain't she boys? The five men looked around to Rubo with estranged looks on their faces horror, guilt, anger. Just let me see the product first, Rubo commanded. And as the slave trader removed the blinder from the cage, Rubo couldn't help but gasp at the raw power he saw and felt contained within this slave.
Thread: The Path to Decay

Her features contorted as the sheet had been removed, her figure curled up and huddling against the back of the cage as he looked in at her. She snarled at him as he drew closer, snapping menacingly before one of the men interjected. Ea woo'nae geat too close sir, she a'kin taek you ouit. He nodded as if doing so would brace his comment, soon looking back at the others. One man had an eye patch with somewhat fresh blood stains. Another man was missing an ear and the third who had been injured and lived had thin scar lines going down his face. Panting heavily, she slammed her head into the metal, growling as her feet scraped across the floor of her cage. She hit her head on it again and again, snapping at anyone who tried to get too close to her. 'Er mouith ez a bit moor deadleh thaen we tho'ught. The man with a missing ear grunted as the one continued to speak, reaching up and touching the flat skin around the hole that went down into his skull. She'h took ouit tha rest oof tha crew- all b'y 'erhzelv! She pushed her wrists against the metal containment that was kept around her head, thrashing her head around as she threw her tantrum. She wanted it off- NOW.
Thread: The Path to Decay

Inside, Rubo couldn't contain his ecstacy the ferocity of this woman was outstanding. But outside, he kept his feelings down as to not excite the trader into raising the price. Rubo was quiet for a few more moments, pondering all of the numerous possibilities he might now possess. Rubo whispered into the trader's ear, What do you know of this woman, besides from experience, of course? From where does she hail? The trader looked back at him, befuddled. The thoughts came to him though, and he told Rubo that the exact origin of the woman was not quite known. The place they had traced her back to, however, was a small island Northeast from Rubo's northernmost docking station. The island, known as , was inhabited completely by women far unlike this slave. The queen of the island banished all abnormalities from the island, which is how the trader was able to pick her up from the island, normally unreachable by men. Rubo smiled. He had always liked a challenge when it came to his supply of slaves. Lately, he had been bored with his selection- the majority of his slaves were long-time members and had become useless. And it had been quite awhile since he had felt something towards one of them. Oh, did he ever feel something for this new slave. Her strength gave him chills like nothing had before. He found himself staring at her, moving closer and closer to the cage. Rubo somewhat ignored the trader's warnings of moving to close, and he aligned himself to see straight into her eyes. With the deepest and coolest voice he could conjure up, he asked of the woman, What is your name?
Thread: The Path to Decay

She screamed her frustration and bashed her forehead against the bars of the cage, drawing back and showing not a scratch on her skin. She hissed and snarled as she struggled in her chains, her face scrunching up as she pulled at the metal choker, stretching the metal with her strength. Panting now and whining, growling, throwing herself onto the floor of the cage, she pulled on the metal again. It did not stretch any more and she got up, gripping the bars of the cage and slamming her face into the metal as she screamed at the man, ! ! She screamed at them, pulling on the bars and bending them just slightly while staring up at the one man who stood before her, her deep blue eyes burning with hate and rage so pure her own skin flushed with the heat. Nostrils flaring as she looked up at him, her cheeks swelled up and her lips pouted before she spit at his feet, . The bridge of her nose crinkled and she slammed her chest against the bars, trying to reach out at him and claw at his face. More ferocious screams bellowed from her, as if it were a war cry of some kind. Her feet propped up on the metal and she shook the bars, collapsing onto her ass and panting for breath, pure black hair covering her features.
Thread: The Path to Decay

, he spoke softly but sternly to Eve. . . Turning on his heels after making sure Eve was sufficiently exhausted, Rubo beckoned the trader for a transaction. You know I've bought from you before, but I'm willing to pay more for her in addition to repaying you for time and lost men. He looked into the trader's eyes Fifteen hundred or you leave, he said with distinction. The trader looked down and at his men. It wasn't quite as high as he was hoping, but Rubo was his last hope at selling the last slave he had this season. A'ightee, Roob, but yer'n fer bigga prizez necks seezun. I won' bee stahndin' fer tis mooch longah, aye. Now with cash in his possession, the trader and his dwindled band of brothers could head home for a small bit of relaxation before they would have to begin collecting slaves for the next season. Fortunately for Rubo, Eve had settled enough to a point where she might be willing to be towed behind his carriage in opposition to walking the mile and a half back to his castle. Unfortunately for Rubo, he had no back-up men just in case Eve managed to suddenly revert to her more powerful stage. He certainly hoped this would not be the case, as he decided he would talk to her once more before hitching her to the carriage and heading back home. , he explained to her, watching her reactions. He started to head back to the carriage, but he turned slightly to her to say , Rubo.
Thread: The Path to Decay

Her eyes blinked and widened from shock. He could speak her language!? She lashed out at him again, the metal bind on her wrist digging into her skin as she breathed through clenched teeth. Squinting, she pressed her face up against the bars, her hand flexing with the desire to tear off his skin. She watched the transaction before her. If she had hackles like an animal, they would be raised. How dare they trade her for a few pieces of gold? Her frustration bowled in her throat and escalated to a heated yell, her hands pulling on the bars again. They bent, just slightly, as her muscles stretched under her skin. As hot breath burst from her nose, she glared up at the man. He told her that he was taking her away now and he told her his name. She shook the bars with her hands, her knuckles turning white, ! She snarled at him and snapped as he came closer and walked past her to his carriage. ! She yelled at him, nostrils flaring before she screamed at him again. She planned to make his life hell.
Thread: The Path to Decay

Without hesitation, Rubo proceeded to hitch her to the back of the carriage. Again he walked back, laughing at her words after mulling them over for a minute or two in his head. And with a wicked smile upon his face, he retorted, . The ride home was a bit bumpy, especially with Eve's momentum swings dragging the tail end of the carriage left and right occasionally. Rubo stepped from the carriage and checked upon the attatchments in both the hitch and Eve's cage, making sure that in his absence, no mishaps in faulty attatchments would give Eve an opportunity to escape. He brought back 3 men to help him keep her under control, until he planned to free her from her shackles once inside the safety of his furnished basement. Easy as she goes, boys. We needn't another Cheri on our hands. Cheri was a slave before Eve's time here that escaped whilst in transit from the cage to her living quarters. She managed to break her shackles and kill 4 men before exiting the castle and wreaking havoc upon the city for 2 weeks. Rubo manned the lead shackle, which was attached to Eve's neck and torso. Once inside the basement, Rubo requested that a tub and several gallons of hot water be brought down immediately. Now shackling her to several already existing brass loops in the ceiling and floor, he planned to wash the dirt, blood, and other various agents from Eve's body before dinner time, whether she wanted the help or not. Also, while he did this, Rubo requested his tailor to create a loose fitting shirt and pants for Eve a potato sack just wouldn't cut it at a formal dinner.