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Thread: A Perfect Honeymoon on Mandingo Island {darkest_fate&XNarrated}

Ugh, the drive was killer. Ashleigh again felt the urge to whine, likely to whine at a slightly higher pitch than normal. Her husband was back there, and she was left all but grinding against a teenager. Those days were so behind her. The redhead mumbled more curses as the bumps jostled her, wishing that she'd opted for a bra that was less comfortable and more supportive. her breasts weren't exactly massive, but they were natural. That and Ashleigh just really didn't know if teasing this kid was a great idea. Some devilish part of her did think about it, to show that even when wearing ratty disgusting clothes she was still pretty hot, though that idea made her flush. She was a good girl, the kind who saved herself for marriage, after all. Just as Ashleigh moved to adjust, she felt them hitting. She let out a yelp of surprise, arms and limbs flailing. She might have caught herself on something in time, though the boy's eager hands worked well enough to catch her before she could really tumble. Breathless, Ashleigh hung there for several seconds, staring down toward where she'd nearly fallen. It was only as everyone around her started moving that she realized that she hadn't been the one who'd suffered the worst for it. Brent! she yelped, scrambling free of the helpful young man and almost scrambling to get back and check on her husband. Ashleigh knew only a few basics from watching TV and her brief stint in Girl Scouts, but that was enough to show that he'd definitely injured himself. Ashleigh at least managed to sooth, but she started to protest as they talked about separating. If Brent hadn't interceded, likely Ashleigh would've tagged along with her husband. Instead, the now pouting young wife found herself separated from her husband. Pouting further, blowing a quick kiss before settling in. Upset, she insisted on being given at least some space, seemingly having forgotten that she'd been nearly saved by the boy who'd all but been groping her. The young bride fumed and would likely keep fuming all the way to her bungalow. This had better get fixed somehow, or you guys are gonna get one hell of a bad review, maybe worse, she all but threatened, glowering, those green eyes flashing and likely making people wonder if what they said about redheads with green eyes were true. For now, Ashleigh seemed content mostly to rant and pout, but she was definitely feeling more than a little put out... and more than a little upset about likely spending her first night on her honeymoon without Brent. After all, they'd had such plans... Well, at least it wouldn't be too much further until they got to the bungalow, right?
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau Germany was no longer a safe place that Lily was sure of that. She was in her bedroom packing her things, when suddenly the Germans were in her home. She could hear them rummaging through her cabinet on the floors below. Looking for food, or anything valuable she wasnt sure. They were shouting in German back and forth, and their voice grew louder closer. She scrambled to try and get out before they found her, but it was to late the door to her bedroom burst open. She was shot and she blacked out. When she came too her head felt funny, she tried to struggle against the bendings around her wrist but her strength seemed gone. She looked around a little she was now in the living room sitting in the chair. There was one gaurd sitting next her reading a book, the other was holding something to her. She knew it wasnt a gun, at least not a normal one, that would not work on her. whatever it was the Germans new what she was and how to stop her. She heard them same they were waiting for the all clear to bring her to the doctor and he would see how to use her for their cause. She was frighten by this. She was thinking of away out of this sistuation when suddenly gun shots. She was unclear what was happening, and then she pick up the scent of blood. It wasnt the Germans no, this was old blood mixed with some new blood. Her nose twitched at the scent. She saw a man attacking the Germans. Was he here to kill her? He taken out some but he couldnt stop the last one. Since she was no longer gaurded Lily struggled and broke free of her bindings. She stood up quickly jumping on the man who was trying to kill the man trying to save her. She struggled a bit but got her hands around his head twisting his neck as hard as she could until she heard a crunch breaking the mans neck. She pushed him off of the man. Are you alright she said with a Scottish accent. She was a beautiful woman, with long raven colored hair, a slender frame that stood about 53. She had vibrant purple eyes, that even though she just killed a man she had a soft sweet look about her. Her concern for him shown through her purple eyes.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau The man before her gasped for air as he looked up, looking into her eyes as he hesitated. She was speaking english. He nodded at her question, I'... an american, he said slowly, You speak english? he said to her as he reached up to his neck and gently held it. He shivered, What are you...doing out here, if I may ask? he said to her carefully. He winced as he felt his leg throb in pain, his brown eyes digging into the woman as she moved around him. He held up a hand to keep her from coming closer, Hold on... who...how did you... that... he stopped as he looked at the man who's neck was nearly twisted off. He glanced up at her, What was that weapon he had? Who were these men? he asked her softly as he looked at them, I mean... I know they...were... He stopped and winced as he put his hands on his wounded leg, I'm sorry, I was hurt...earlier, in an ambush, he said to her, Do you have...medical supplies? Did they? he asked nervously as he sat up and shivered. The man eyed her carefully again, he was about six feet tall when he stood upright, taller than most. He stared into her strange colored eyes and hseitated, You won't hurt me, right? He whimpered, I'm not gonna hurt a lady, I can't do that, he said to her nervously, But if you plan on...doing bad to me, I'll at least make it harder for you, he said as he winced, watching the blood seep through his jacket he had tied around his leg.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau Lily saw his injury and she wanted to tend to it but he seemed uneasy with her as if she would hurt him. My name is Lillian but friends call me Lily She trying to show she meant no harm. I could tell you were an American just by whats left of your uniform, and the fact that you took out those bastards, if you were kin to them you wouldnt have done that for the likes of me Slowly she bent down to look at his leg making sure to give him time to react if he didnt want her near to him. That looks pretty nasty, if you will allow me I can clean that for you so it doesnt get infected and I am pretty sure you need a few stitches which I can also help you with. That is if you trust me enough to that the Scottish beauty smiled at him trying to make friends. She knew he asked a lot of questions but right now she needed to focus on healing him or else it may not matter the answer to the question because he would be dead.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau Jack sighed, I suppose I'll... I'll have to take your help, he said to her as he watched her, I need...alcohol to disinfect...and to take the pain off, he said to her softly, Unless you have Opium, he said semi hopefully, Everything's been pain since I hurt my leg... and these men didn't look like the type to take prisoners, he said, What was that book he was reading? It looked like something...holy, he said nervously as he pushed the bodies around with his good leg a little. He winced as he stood, Lets...go to another room, mind helping me? he asked her as he put his arm out so she could support him a little bit. With her help he limped into another part of the castle and settled in a chair, wincing as he bit his bottom lip till it bled, God damn these bastards... he said to her, So...what were those men? They weren't standard infantry and the weapons they had weren't meant for... I dunno, they looked fancy, he said to her curiously.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau You ask a lot of questions She teased as she helped him to the other room easing him into a chair. You must know how this Bastards are by now. They will try to claim anything that they think is powerful to help them take over the world. Her answer was very vague she didnt want to get into to details of what they were here for. How could she explain they were here for her. They wante to cut her open and see how she worked to harness her power. Oh yes that would have went over like a lead balloon. I will be back in just a moment With that she took her leave of him, moving around the castle first getting a bottle of whiskey and then she went to get fresh bandages, with a needle and thread, she also retrieved a bowl of water and clean clothes. She returned the room caring all these things. She first sterilized the needle with the whiskey before handing him the bottle. This is the only thing i have to help with the pain. She then looked at the wound, carefully undoing his coat that he was using as a bandage. It was a pretty nasty cut that was for sure. She took the bowl of water and the rag and began to clean the wound a bit.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau He took the bottle and thanked her, taking a good long swig from it, wanting to dull his pain. He whimepred as she began to clean off the wound, The name is Jack, he said to her, I'm part of... err, was part of the 102nd mechanized, he said to her, We were on our way to Berlin when we got ambushed pretty bad. They blew up a few of our things, the Germans are running, retreating, but I know they aren't gonna give up, neither will those bastards leading them, he said to her. He winced as she started, biting his lip some more as it bled a little. He whimpered, Whats...a pretty gal like you, from...what scotland or ireland, doing all the way out here? And I am sorry for the questions, I'm a... a bit nervous around...pretty gals, he said to her as he gripped the handles of the chair, swigging from the bottle in his hand again before letting out a low whimper of pain.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

RE Die Blut trinkende Frau She felt sorry for Jack and what happen to his company. She couldnt imagine what that moment must have felt like loosing everyone he knew her in a matter of seconds. I am sorry for what happen to you. She said softly as she finished cleaning off the wound. She took the bottle from him for a moment pour the alchol on the cut making sure the inside was free of germs before she stitched him up. She handed him the bottle back to him. She threaded the needle and began to slowly stitch him. She wanted this to be as pain free as possiable but she knew that wasnt possiable. So she thought about keeping him talking to keep his mind off the pain. I am from Scotland yes. I from the highlands. This castle is one my families holdings and I came here on business, before this bloody war was started. I was waiting for a safe time to return to Scotland but that didnt happen as quickly as I would like her hands kept working. Where in America are you from? What its like there?
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

He let out a loud grunt of pain as she started to pour the booze on his wound. He shivered as he looked down, Burns and cuts and...god knows what else, he said, i've been walking for days, he said to her nervously. When she mentioned she had owned the castle and got stuck here he grunted, Really? You've been here for a few years now? he said to her with a grunt as she began to stitch. He shook his head, I...I was from outside Los Angeles... in california, I was going to school in New York when the war hit and joined up, he said to her as he felt a few tears roll down his cheek, Christ on a cracker that hurts, sorry if you're religious, he said to her nervously, Scotland though... that... that's pretty cool, he said, You live there your whole life? Or do you live out here more often than not? he asked her as he tried to carry on his conversation with her.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

California, I have never been there before, I always wanted to see it. What is it like? She questioned as she kept working. She knew it hurt him how could it not, but what could she do about it. He needed to have the wound stitched. He could loose the leg or worse die if the wound was not tended to properly. Scotland is my home where I feel most happy, but I tend to move around a lot. My family has several holdings around the world and business that needs tending to so I visit these places a lot. Spain, France, China, the Americas, they are all beautiful in there own way but nothing like my dear Scotland. She smiled thinking about home and how she wanted to get back to there as soon as it was safe. She had to tell a little white lie about moving around a lot, she of course couldnt stay in one place for long or else she would raise suspecitions.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

Jack whimpered, So... why were they here for ya? he asked her, What were they looking for in this place? he asked her curiously, And if you're willing, we can leave in the morning... I'll drive us... back to the allied lines, he said to her with another gasp of pain. He felt another tear roll down his cheek as she finished up, eliciting a sigh of relief from him ,Thank you... I don't think I got your name, he said to her softly, I gotta thank you properly some how, you tell me what that would entail, I don't have much money but I am...err, was learning, to be an architect... he said to her. When she had finished completely, wrapping the wound he wiped at his mouth, a small trickle of blood running down from the corner of his mouth from him biting his lip so hard. He let out a sigh, I seriously can't thank you enough Miss, he said to her, I owe you my life and if you want anything from me, you ask for it. Maybe after this whole war thing is over, I can help you fix up these old holds, or something. I do plan on finishing up my schooling, he said to her with a weak smile.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

Lillian, but most people call me Lily. She explained she finish stitching and tending to his wound. She moved the thread and the bowl to the side and she stood up now taking a seat int he chair next to him. He was again asking what the Germans were doing here, and what they wanted with her. She had to think fast she couldnt tell him the truth no matter how much she trusted him, he wouldnt understand how could he. They wanted to study some of my genetic traits, like why would i have purple eyes She wanted to remain as close to the truth as possiable but yet not tell him the truth this was the best she could do. To repay me just get me safe out of Germany, If this place falls and is destroyed by those bastards then so be it. I just want to get back home and hopefully there is still a home to return to.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

Jack smiled, Like I said, the germans have been retreating, but as they retreat, they have been...destroying a lot. Its rather baffling why they would but it seems they're thinking if they can't have it no one should. These men though... they were strange, gas masks and weird weapons, he said softly as he looked towards where they had left the corpses. He turned back to her, You're eyes, if I may say so, are very beautiful Lilly, he said to her, I'd count myself lucky if I had a lovely lady like you back at home, he said to her with a warm smile as he stuck out his hand for her, Its nice to meet you though, he said as he held his hand out to shake.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

I hope they retreat to the depths of hell from which they came There was an anger in voice now that wasnt there a moment ago. She truly hated what they were doing and if she could she would wipe them out herself. But that was impossiable. SHe let go of her anger as she heard his words. and she now blushed. oh now you must have about a dozen beautiful girls waiting for you back home. You wouldnt want anyone like me. Her cheeks were still very red. Maybe you can come to Scotland one day as an architic I bet you would love to see the ancient buildings up close.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

Jack smiled, I wanted to build towers...sky scrapers, buildings that go up into the heavens themselves... but... the army came to our school, asked for people who could help the armies, he said to her, The ones who would build bridges, fortify buildings...' he said quietly, And... thus I joined up, and here I am, he said to her with a smile, I'm too bookish for gals back home. They don't want a guy like me, He said to her with a grin, Besides, I don't want gals like them, he said to her with a smile. He hesitated, i'm sorry, I'm being weird, you're the first lady I've seen in months, he said to her softly, I don't wanna come off as creepy, I'm just...grateful for what you've done for me, he said with a warm smile.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

Your not being weird. I know what you mean. It has been very lonely here since the war broke out. She sighed a little. How long have you been away from home? She questioned softly. This war seems like it has been going on forever, She couldnt imagine what it must have felt like for him to be this far away from home, especially since it wasnt really his choice. She knew he said he joined up she knew if he hadnt he would have been forced to anyways.
Thread: Die Blut trinkende Frau (LFP and nightsorceress)

The man hesitated, You know... he said to her quietly, I don't know... at least a year... I think longer... almost two christmases? But then again I shipped out only a few weeks before christmas, he said as he thought about everything. He looked a bit sad as he tried to figure it out, Well, either way, what should we do for the night? Do you have food around here? he asked her curiously, I've not eaten in a day or so... despite all this violence I'm... he stopped, I'm strangely hungry, he replied to her.
Thread: (WOD - The Sabbat)

Name Alexi Physical Age 20 Appearance Alexi is 5' 8, athletic build with muscular limbs. She is bald with a scar bullet hole at the back of her head. Often wearing a wig to disguise it. Background Alexi was abused by her alcoholic cop dad and ran away from home at a young age. She was caught shoplifting but managed to murder the guard and got away. She trained to fight to survive the street and had been raped to drive her to be tougher and seek vengeance on her assailant. She murdered the person who raped her, but there were witnesses and she became a wanted criminal. Escaping arrest by ambushing and murdering the cops, she quickly caught the attention of the local Sabbat gang and they turned her and she joined them in their quest to live life to the fullest!
Thread: (WOD - The Sabbat)

Name Christie Physical Age 22 Appearance Christie is 5' 6, 130 Ibs. She is good physical condition and she has a pretty face with shoulder length pink hair. She has a butterfly tattoo on her neck and a dragon tattoo on her lower back. Background Christie ran away from home from young and had been on the streets. She helped out at a boxing ring and lived there, training and helping to clean the place since young. Her determination and passion kept her training in boxing and various martial arts, and eventually allowing her to compete at the highest level. She was an MMA fighter, but in the underground ring where there are the best fighters, she won several belts and was targeted for murder. And she was shot in the neck, but a Brujah antitribu turned her and made her one of their own.
Thread: //.ghost/ECHO::Murphy_Was_Right:// [ClockworkCadence x Ryees]

RE .ghostECHOMurphyWasRight ...ther would be lucky to get farther than a few hundred feet, at most. Kirin blinked. What? He let the words come back to him, casting back in his memory and piecing together what she said. These wounds... watch each other's back... Not done. Not done? Wait, what? You want me toand you're saying you're 'Kay, hold the fuck up. He heaved himself up to a sitting position OW and tried to flex his shoulder OW to no avail, his face appearing more annoyed than pained despite the searing, blazing pain that racked him from ribs to neck. He spun around to face her, crossing his legs and leaning forward on his knees. Bracing his elbow that way took the weight off of it and relieved some of the pain, and also let him stare pensively up at her. His eyes followed the knife as she set it down, carefully keeping very close track of that point and making sure his MP7 was ready to move. When she set it down, he glanced back up at her, then back at the blade. With one finger, he turned the point of that blade away from him, away from her, off to the side, and into the distance. Safely into the distance. You might want to change your sales pitch, honey. 'I intend to kill you, but hey, we have a mutual benefit here, let's help each other out.' Mayhaps just wanna ask me, ' What're ya buyin'? ' for all the good that'll do you. He sighed, casting a look at the corpses scattered around the area. But. Another sigh, his eyes flicking up to her hand. Here's my counter-offer. He raised his hand, lining it up with hers, but leaving an inch of space between their palms. You obviously have a job to do. I don't care who sent you, 'cause it doesn't matter. Gifts are one-of-a-kind. No one is going to be able to do what you did. And, in the event they will, I'll have a safeguard against it now. I would thank you for filling me in on the security hole if you didn't literally shove a knife into my back. So I'm not worried about that. My condition? His eyes met hers, that ever-present paranoia sharpening to a predatory edge had she been closer at the time, she would have seen that same look enter his eyes before the two goons had met their untimely end on their doorstep. You want to settle your job? We'll play a game for it. Something that fits us better, none of that settle-this-in-the-schoolyard bullshit. And if you win, fantastic, I'm dead, good for you. He cut off there, clearly leaving his own conditions unspoken. Truthfully, he did not have anything in mind yet she was of no significance to him other than her recent murder attempt he had no idea of her resources, save the fact that she had enough information sources to find him, which was no small feat and she could handle herself, which meant that a face-to-face scrap would be at least annoying, whether or not she had the martial skill to best him. But just killing her would be boring. Just leaving her here would be boring. A game where the stakes were his life, where he could control the terms? That would be fun.