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Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Becca blushed faintly as she looked at Cale before taking in a soft breath as she walked with him now and gazed at his face. You're really something, a gentleman, she said softly before looking away for a moment and seeming to think. She sighed softly as she walked. My lover would have left me to try and walk on my own. Never thought it was good to baby one another. It was always something I never understood. She walked with him then, leading the way down halls and the like. You seem tired, let me lead you to some fresh water. I think we could both use something to refresh ourselves with, she said calmly. You don't mind do you? she asked as she looked at him, her lips close to his ears and for a moment she brushed them against his ear, only to pull away and whisper a quick apology. She paused for a moment when a loud screeching could be heard down the halls, and she shifted uneasily. It must be one of the rats being hunted, she whispered before she lead him to a small hole in the wall, on the other side was what looked like a pool, draining itself and filling with water that most likely came from an underwater spring.
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Cale could feel a tingle travel down his spine as her soft lips brushed his ear. A stirring deep within him, leading him to steal a glance at her even as she whispered her appology. His heart seemed to skip a beat, drawing a short sharp breath from him as his step faltered. He quickly recovered, nodding slowly. Yeah... maybe a break is in order, he whispered softly, speaking more to himself than to Becca. He could still feel his heart beating faster. A slick bit of sweat building up on his palms as he helped her guide him along. He could feel his fingers twitching slowly, yearning to act, to move, to caress. Then the screeching noise. Even as she explained it away he could feel the mood dying in him. His hands relaxing, his heartbeat slowing down. He nodded slowly as she lead him through the hole in the wall, into the room with the pool. He guided her towards a place where she could sit at the edge before setting her back down. Let me take a look at that wound again, need to make sure it's not getting worse, he offered as he sat down near her.
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Becca smiled as he guided her towards a place where she could sit and she watched him for a moment. She looked away briefly as a soft blush formed on her cheeks. Ah, I'm sure it is. It isn't as painful as before, she said softly before she looked at him. She brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. She showed him her leg, and located the spot of her injury, the spot seeming to grow smaller and lighter now. Most likely it would bruise but that was a small price to pay when it came to her health. See, it's getting better. I'm glad. For so long I thought i might have to chop my leg off to save myself, she whispered. I'm pleased I could meet you, thought it may be foolish, I know had I not run into another person, I would have just lay down and allow myself to die, she whispered before closing her eyes and humming softly. A lullaby by the sounds of it. She opened her eyes as she looked at the stranger before him. He was handsome, was it bad to want to touch him? You're a kind man. I really do hope I can help you find the treasure. You're certainly a man who I think, deserves it.
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

As she showed him her leg, he reached out, running his left hand over the wound carefully, softly, feeling for the bumps of the spider bite, any little bit that might have stuck in her during the bite. His hand lingered a little longer than necessary, feeling her skin, feeling the warmth there. His hand drew away all too slowly, Seems to be healing up well enough. Good thing too, it'd be a real shame to see such a leg get amputated. Cale nodded slowly as she mentioned the treasure once more. He took his knife out slowly, using it to saw off the bottom of his shirt, cutting a thin, long strip of cloth. He dipped it into the water, wringing it out, leaving it damp and cold, Not much, but it might help control the pain and swelling, and stop infection, he said, holding out the makeshift bandage out towards Becca, he gestured for her to shift her leg, so he could tie it on. ... This treasure, what is it?
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Becca smiled when he looked over her leg, his fingers brushing over her own skin and a blush formed on her cheeks. She had to admit it felt pleasant, she wanted a little more. Her eyes gazed at the man's face when he bandaged her leg after she had shifted it so he could tie it on. You're certainly something, she whispered softly. Her cheeks still a soft pink. She started to look away now, towards the water for a moment. The treasure? she repeated for a moment. The treasure from what I could see consisted mostly of gold coins, and objects made of gold. There were jewels as well. I didn't get to see too much though, so I'm not sure exactly what was there. I know I saw a few diamonds, sizes I never saw before and sapphires and emeralds. The gold was what stood out the most though, there was a lot of it. It was a rather beautiful sight though. You'll be amazed when you see it, she said softly before placing a hand on his own.
Thread: Why not to Pick on the Little Guy (daddys_little_slut & I)

The students at the White Owl Magic Academy had just gotten out of their classes for the day. They were bright, cheerful young men and women selected from all over the world based on their magical prowess. Every day they learned something new about the world around them and how it connected to the eternal magical essence that surrounded them all. But that wasn't what they wouldn't be learning today. Instead, they would be learning the shortcomings of being a 16 year old, 5'5 student with no friends and lots of people who wanted to humiliate you because of it. Appearing from a hallway was Sol Gareth and he wasn't in the best of moods. He was in his magical chemistry class and he was preparing a potion that would induce the growth cycle in oak trees. That was until someone snuck in an ingredient that wasn't supposed to be in there when his back was turned. The potion had exploded then and left the young man covered in sap and an ooze known as magical runoff. Sol was forced then to walk along the halls to his dorm room where he could clean up. Unfortunatley for him, it was around the time the classes were ending and he had gotten around just as they were getting out. They all stared at him then as he walked, his head low not wanting to see. The students stood silent, some snickering to themselves thinking, Look at that little midget with no talent. Isn't he funny? But what the students didn't know was that this little mage made a little pit stop along the way. It was really some place he wasn't supposed to be, but he didn't care. He had enough of these pranks being pulled on him. Yesterday, someone put a bucket of stinky water over the door and as he opened it, he was drenched and it took him hours just to get rid of the stench. Before that, someone had put a levetation spell on his standard issue magic staff and made him run throughout the school trying to catch it. This was but the tip of the iceburg of the things that happened to Sol throughout his stay, but today was the last straw. Now that he had this book of minor summoning, he would have a way to get back at these students who made a fool out of him. And it began in the evening after he got back to his dorm and cleaned up. He read through the book, looking for the right familiar to summon. And then he found it. It was small enough not to be detected, but big enough to perform such minor tasks as carrying and placing smal objects around the school where others wouldn't discover it. After lights out, Sol lay in his bed, the book open to the incantation page. He spoke out the words of summoning and the symbols on the book began to glow...
Thread: Why not to Pick on the Little Guy (daddys_little_slut & I)

The summoning sigils flared from an eldritch green to a neon pink, and from the light slowly coalesced a small creature. About a foot tall, with hair and eyes the same color as the light she was summoned from, The little Faerie was a sight to behold. You summoned me? she asked, obviously quite nervous. Pepita was a lithe Fairy, Smaller then even the normal Fae. She smiled nervously, simple outfit barely managing to cover her breasts, they would have been b cups on a normal sized human.
Thread: Why not to Pick on the Little Guy (daddys_little_slut & I)

With the appearance of the pretty light show, Sol knew that his summoning was a success. What was more amazing was that it was really his first time trying this kind of thing. It was probably a testament to his talent that it worked so well. Once the fairy greeted him, He looked down at her with a curious expression on his face. He reached out with a finger and gently poked her in the belly, just to make sure she was real. When the warm sensation of her skin made contact with his finger, he became a little more adventurous, poking her here, pinching her there and even going as far as to squeeze one of her breasts just to see what it felt like. You really are real, he said with a smile as he finished his examination of the tiny girl. My name is Sol Gareth, he continued. I brought you here because I need your help to get back at some jerks who have been screwing around with me one too many times. And you're the perfect creature I need for the task. So what do you say?
Thread: Why not to Pick on the Little Guy (daddys_little_slut & I)

The initial nervousness of being in a new world faded into indignation as she was poked, prodded and then even worse, groped. Holding up her hands, she gave him a stern look. Yes I'm real, The names Pepita Sparkle Rosetti Wingflutter, and I'm of the Wingflutter noble line. THis wasnt a bluff, she was the daughter of a low ranking countess. His words made her sigh, she always had been a sucker for the little guy. Look I'll help with the bullies, but we need a few boundaries, No groping is a big one!
Thread: Why not to Pick on the Little Guy (daddys_little_slut & I)

The sudden outburst from the little farie suprised Sol a bit. He was expecting her to be more shy, innocent and even when he groped her, he expected her to moan a little bit. It showed what little he knew about faries. This one seemed a little more stern, noble even. And based on her name and how she described herself, it wasn't too far off. But none of that seemed to matter once she agreed to help him with his problem...with conditions of course. Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure, the young man replied. So, what are these conditions of yours?
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Caoimhe stood and straightened out the skirt of her long, silver gown, the fabric flowing like water against her pale skin. She hurried out of her chambers, down the long hall toward her cousin's room. The 'hall' was composed of tall, ancient trees that bent inward toward each other, creating a beautiful bower that hung over a natural stone pathway. She knocked at the thick mahogany door to the girl's room, and it was opened instantly. A small, thin girl stood before her, with bright brown eyes and curly chestnut-colored hair. She had a lovely heart-shaped face, and sun-kissed skin, but was at an awkward stage in her life, not quite having reached maturity yet. Caoimhe smiled at her softly, patting her cheek in reassurance. T'will be alright, Alena. I'm sure it won't be as frightening as it seems. She stepped inside and took her young cousin's hand, leading her to her vanity and picking up her brush. Alena sat down, and Caoimhe began to brush the girl's shoulder-length locks. And besides, it is an honor. You have reached your womanhood, and you will be continuing a tradition that has been part of our culture for centuries. Alena frowned, looking up at Caoimhe and gripping her skirt fearfully. But you've no idea what it's like! You're special! You're descended from the great witch. Caoimhe scoffed, tugging the brush slowly through the girl's hair. That's nonsense. All of those rumors are just that. Rumors. I am no different from you.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

In truth Alena had a sort of gift if one could call it that. It was her duty to go to the cave of a dragon and ask for their aid. It was one of the oldest traditions among royalty, well rulers anyway. Kings would send practically armys of males or females to a dragon's lair in order to gain the dragon's favor. For you see a dragon chooses a mate and she is considered many things to the dragon, but the one thing that the ruler truely cares about is that the dragon is almost like a servant to the other, forced to protect their partner and help them out. Kings found a way to pass this by sending people of their kingdom to send to the dragon's lair, and then the pair would technically belong to the king. In fact there were families that tried to produce sons or daughters just for pleasing dragons, however in truth that was futile. Dragons pick their mates biased off of many things, they can pick anyone from a lowly whore to the king or queen. However most people never really figured that out, but it was not Alena's job to go to the lair on the mountains, where the elven forests nearly reached their end and gain the favor of a dragon who is said to be more powerful than any other living thing.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Caoimhe placed a crown of daisies on Alena's head and straightened her soft white gown. Come, it's time to go. She took Alena's hand and led the girl out of the castle and toward two waiting horses. A stable boy helped Alena up onto her horse, a small chestnut, and Caoimhe swung into the saddle of a much larger white warhorse. Turning her horse toward the path that led to the caves, she took her reins and Alena's, leading them off toward the caves.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

The caves themselves were numerious, hell it was amazing that anyone found out a dragon lived inside of them since it was said these caves were like a laberynth, you walk in one and you might not find your way out. However that might have been what the dragon liked, a place where humans would stay away. Now it would be the time for the one who was to persuade the dragon to come in alone. But before leaving her father had told Caoimhe one final thing, that if her cousin was to fail she was to go in herself.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Alena stared at the mouth of the cave, visibly shaking. She'd been bred to do this, and her whole life had been taught and prepared, but she couldn't help but be terrified. Caoimhe...come with me. I beg you! Don't make me go alone! I fear I shall become lost, or eaten! Caoimhe tried to smile reassuringly, but she knew the girl's fear. With a sigh, she dismounted and helped Alena down, holding her hand tightly. I shall walk with you for a ways. But this is your duty. Alena nodded, squeezing Caoimhe's hand. They made their way slowly into the cave, and it wasn't long before Caoimhe felt a strange hold on her heart, skipping beats and thumping erradically. Her breath caught in her throat, and a strange feeling settled in the pit of her belly.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

The cave was a single path, and it looked normal until suddenly there was a door just randomly at the end of it made from a very solid wood and outlined with gold. It was the most elegant door any one person would see... this must be it, the lair of the dragon. Now not much was known about it, just that it was an earth dragon. Now Alena would have to go in alone, otherwise the ritual may not work and she would be a disgrace to her family. It was just the way things worked. However when she would finally enter there was a bright light and when she was inside she would find herslef in what seemed to be a large antichamber. The place was made of stone and almost looked like the inside of a palace as at the end of the large area in a large chair was a creature that was quite large. He was around 7 feet in height and his body was built almost like he was pure muscle. He had short brown hair on his head as well as a pair of horns. His ears were pointed like an elves but they had more points than just the one, almost looking like they were spiked. His eyes were reptillian and the most brilliant shade of forest green. He wore no shirt but had two crossing belts over his torso that attached to shoulder armor made from a very strange looking metal that seemed to almost be stone and metal fused into one substance. His hands were covered with clawlike gauntlets the fingers looking like a mix between human and animal claw. But they were made from a strong stone steel and had obsidian, gold, and gems on it. He wore a simple pair of pants and some greeves, iron boots that looked simple like his shoulder armor and seemed to be made from the same metal. There were wings and a tail growing from his back as the wings had a nice wide span and his tail was a little thicker.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Caoimhe resisted the urge to reach out and touch the door, knowing instinctively that if she did, she wouldn't be able to turn away. She knelt before Alena, pressing a kiss to her forehead and squeezing her hands softly in an attempt to reassure her. Go now, Alena. Make us all proud. She smiled warmly, letting go of the girl's hands. Alena turned and slowly opened the door, stepping inside nervously. The door closed behind her, and it took her a few steps before he was in sight. Tanned skin turning stark white, she stared at him nervously for a moment before crying out in despair. A shriek sounded out, and Caoimhe drew the dagger hidden at her thigh. Rushing at the door, adrenaline pumping, she prepared herself for the worst. A small shock of electricity flew through her when her hand met the door, but she ignored it and threw the wooden barrier aside. Her feet flew with incredible speed, and she was at Alena's side before she knew it. Glancing up at the dragon, she saw no sign of threat. Alena flew into a fit of sobs, throwing her arms around Caoimhe's waist and soaking her gown with her tears. Alena, why did you scream? I see nothing amiss... Alena shook her head, her face buried in Caoimhe's side. I don't want to do this! I don't want to!
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

He tilted his head to the side when she screamed and then when the door opened he was shocked. He had placed the magic on the door himself, no normal person could open it when he had the guest. He walked forward and he looked at the pair as the smaller one cried into the bigger of the two women. In truth many women looked alike to him but this other one, this new one who looked like an elf but also not... He stepped forth until he was just a foot away as he knelt down and he removed the gauntlet from his left hand exposing a very human looking hand. He then reahed forth and he placed his hand on the smaller one's back as he said 'Do not worry, you are not the maiden I am searching for he said as he then looked up at the other Interesting... he said simply 'Tell me... what are you? And I understand barging in for her screaming but... he began to put his gauntlet back on I am suprised you are still walking truth be told he watched her silently before he then reached out and he placed his hand on her head as he told her not to move but to close her eyes. In truth she had no choice but to do so and he said now... tell me what you see...' he began to project some of his magic through her. Now even though her eyes were closed he knew she could see something... Now everyone saw something different however when he closed his eyes he saw the peace that he wanted... in truth he may be a dragon however the thing was he hated fighting... so he pictured the world someday as a world filled with flowers... if she saw something very close to it she must be the one he was ment to be with.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Alena's sobs quieted with his statement, but did not stop completely for a few more moments. Caoimhe cocked a thin, gracefully arched eyebrow at him. I am the princess of the elven people. Princess Caoimhe. And what do you mean, you are surprised that I am still walking? Suddenly he placed his hand on her cheek, and she felt something tug at her heart. Her breath caught once more, and she did as he requested, closing her eyes. Bright sunshine surrounded her, warmth pouring over her skin. The dark cave ceased to exist, and she was suddenly in a quiet glen, surrounded by the chirruping of birds and the sound of a river in the distance. She felt the presence of someone else in the area, but she wasn't alarmed. It was someone she welcomed warmly, with open arms. I see a small clearing in the woods...tall trees...and it's early morning. It's still quiet. What does this have to do with anything? She'd seen the same glen hundreds of times in her dreams, and every time she imagined the same warm presence. A man's arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her hair. His scent. But she never saw him. And somehow she felt like she wasn't seeing through her eyes, but through another woman's. It was like a memory that wasn't her own. The scent of lavender filled the air, the flowers peeking through the roots of the trees and littering the ground. It was an unusual thing. Lavender growing in such a strange place. But in her dream, it seemed fitting.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Please I get your confusion but just describe it a bit more... I know this all sounds weird but... he sighed a bit just help me out and I will explain in a bit he kept his hand on her head and he waited for her to explain more. In truth her vision was one he had quite often though from the prospective of the man rather than the woman. He stood there waiting as he wanted her to explain it more. If he was right... this girl before him was the one.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

Sighing in resignation, she let the rigidity out of her spine, and relaxing. I'm in a glen, there are ancient trees all around me. Their song is beautiful, as is the song of the birds. There is a river not far from where I stand, the water bubbling and gurgling along at a steady pace. Lavender is growing all around me, and the grass smells sweet and new. Opening her eyes, she watched his face, gauging his reaction. Is that better?
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

He looked at her as he took his hand off and he said was... was there another there present with you? he asked simply. Everything sounded exactly like his but... then she must have seen another person there... maybe... this sounded too odd to be just chance. He watched her as he stood over her, his body looking very large up close as he just waited for a responce.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

She didn't like having to relay her dearest memories, or dreams, whatever they were. And she certainly didn't want to tell him the most personal parts, that made her heart beat faster and her cheeks flush. Of course, he would probably never tell anyone else, anyway. So, with slight hesitation, she answered him. Yes. I was in someone's arms. But I don't know who. I never saw their face. She hoped that was the end of his questioning, feeling quite bare under his gaze. She'd never mentioned that dream to anyone, especially a man.
Thread: Bloodkiss/Desertpaladin

He gave a small nod as he turned to the one cowering in their arms I understand you need someone right now but could you leave the two of us alone for just a second? if you head through that door he said pointint to one on the wall that was not the one they entered there will be a nice place for you to wait... he stood there as he turned to the other girl because i want her as my maiden he said pointing right at Caoimhe as he stood there Our minds have already shown hey are linked... the vision you just described is the same one I have had since I was just a hatchling... he said You must be the female who is destened to be my dragon maiden