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Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

'' Take out is fine.. Just so you know I like sweetsour chicken if you order Chinese, anything else is really whatever as long as it doesn't have mushrooms anywhere near it.'' Brandie said as she shouted at the door she was still in the bath, almost ready to get out. After she answered his question she climbed out of the bath, drained the water wrapping a towel around herself. She walked into her bedroom, started to dry off starting with her hair then her body as she listened to the radio. Her mind was on various things, as she got herself dressed she dried her hair then combed it out finally just sat down on the edge of her bed. She missed her dad, wished she could just go back home but apparently her father didn't want her around, she didn't really know why until he'd told her she reminded him of her mother.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Randy made his way down the hall and down the stairs. He grabbed the cordless hanging in the kitchen on his way to the TV room, a large spacious space with a bar on one side of the room. He ordered a pair of dinner combos, General Tsos and Sweet and Sour Chicken while he fixed himself a drink and moved towards the L-shaped couch. Feeling the leather against his skin as he leaned back into it and began to relax. He idly left the news on and let his mind drift off. Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. He shouted up the stairs as he moved towards the door. Dinner's here! He gave the driver a decent tip before sending him off.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Brandie sighed, opened her bedroom door. Rolling her eyes she reluctantly walked down the stairs, into the television room. Taking her food out of the bag she carried it into the kitchen grabbed a bottle of water, sat down at the mini island that sat in the middle of the kitchen. She opened her supper, poked at the water chestnuts with her fork then started to eat it with the chopsticks that were supplied. Opening her bottle of water she took a few swigs, continued to eat her meal in peace totally ignoring the blaring of the television she had also ignored the fact that her father was dressed like he was going to work out. She found herself disgusted with the way he acted like he didn't really have much of a life, with her mother gone she felt really awkward around him so she planned on avoiding him at all costs.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

He set his dinner down on the table next to her and quietly moved through the kitchen and into the TV room. He poured himself another vodka, and reached under the bar into the mini fridge removing a redbull and pouring some vodka into another glass. He topped both ice cubes and moved back into the kitchen. He clutched the red bull with his pinky and ring finger, the other three holding the glass he set in front of her. He set his own drink down as he cracked open the redbull and poured it into the glass. Someone had your mother try one of these not too long ago, she loves 'em.... He set the open redbull next to her water and took a seat opening up the lid to his dinner and setting a napkin in his lap.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Are you serious? I'm not even twenty years old let alone twenty one, I don't drink alcohol it's bad for your health... Brandie said as she pushed the drink away she wasn't interested in what he was trying to do, once she was finished with her supper she stood up throwing away her trash. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear, washed her hands then started to head back to her room using the stairs in the kitchen.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Randy quietly ate after her comment. He didn't know a teenager who didn't want a drink, let alone one that turned one down from a sibling. He poured the redbull into his own drink and had no problem finishing both off. He decided not to press the young girl. She was going to warm up to him, or she wasn't. It really wasn't something he was going to push on her. Besides, he was attracted to the pretty little thing and thought it might be a good thing that she was so hell bent on not liking him. Made it much easier to not make a pass at his wife's daughter. With the meal finished he made his way back to the TV room and put the news back on with a fresh drink. He didn't have any meetings or work related schedulings for a few more days, so he was content with enjoying his free time.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Brandie entered her room rolling her eyes as she closed her door, turned on her music. She sat down at her computer, started to look over her e-mails. Some of them were from her friends back at school, others were from family, friends from high school. But the most shocking one was one from her father, she chewed on her lip as she dreaded opening it. She hadn't spoke to her father since he told her she was better off living with her mother, if she was going to take a year off school it was best she was reunited with her mother. Opening the e-mail she started to read it, her eyes went wide when she read the part about her father getting married. She was still trying to figure out why her parents had split up to begin with, she'd always been a good kid striving to be the best at everything. Closing out of the window she closed her computer, sat on the edge of her bed turning down her music. All of a sudden she felt like her whole world was falling apart she'd looked up to her parents, had wanted what they had until the divorce now she was living with Mr. Perfect while her mother was off at some spa enjoying rest and relaxation. Now she'd just found out that her father was getting remarried, it felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest cause she knew something else was bound to either go wrong or happen to change her entire life.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Randy watched the news programs all the way through. He found nothing of substance on most of the news channels, but watched to keep up with current events that most people conversated about. He had a few drinks throughout and as the late night programming began he decided it was time to cal it an evening. After travelling the stairs he gave a knock on Brandie's door, I'm headed off to sleep. If you need anything, feel free to wake me. He noticed her radio had been turned down, something she had kept blaring since she started staying there and he thought it was odd, unless she was sleeping in which case he now felt kinda bad. He hoped he hadn't woke her. He paused for just a second and began to head towards his room down the hall.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Brandie had in fact fallen asleep, she didn't even hear him knock on her door she just rolled over then went right back to sleep. She'd heard him say if she needed anything it would okay to wake him but she didn't really have any plans to do so. The young blond had cried herself to sleep, was hugging a stuffed animal she'd had since she was a little girl. She really had no desire to wake up until morning, when she did wake up she would do whatever it took to avoid her step father hoping her mother would return soon. Then again her life was already complicated, she was pretty sure it couldn't get anymore complicated then it already was considering she believed it was all her fault. But she had done everything to make her parents proud of her, no matter how many times they told her it wasn't their fault she never believed them so she was just waiting for things to change more then they already had.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Randy always awoke to put a pot of coffee on. It was the first thing to be done in the morning. He decided against waking Brandie for breakfast, deciding she would get up whenever she felt like it and must be able to make eggs. He and her mother, Karen, weren't the cereal types. They hadn't had kids with them and breakfast was usually some time together before a hectic day. He sat at the dining room table with his phone going through e-mails, sitting in front of his coffee, relaxing.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Brandie was always a late sleeper, since she didn't have any classes or anything special planned she was going to sleep until noon. She didn't feel like breakfast, most certainly wanted to avoid her step father who's name she never left her lips. Being able to smell the coffee only made her want to wake up early but she decided against it, continued to sleep knowing the coffee would still be there when she woke up. Her phone was always on but ever since she'd moved in with her mom, her stepfather nobody had called her or texted her. She didn't have a boyfriend, even if she did have one she refused to introduce him to her mother let alone her step father.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Randy's lips brushed together and let out a stuttered breath as he closed the e-mail. He moved up the stairs and knocked at Brandie's doors before opening it slowly. Brandie? He waited for her to stir before he continued. Your mother would really like you to give her a wake up call this morning, she left me a message last night. He gave her a pained smile, not wanting to have invaded her privacy by stepping in her room like this, but wanting to keep his wife happy. He stood in the doorway shirtless with only shorts and slippers on.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Brandie groaned, lifted her eye mask as she sat up in her bed. She pulled back the covers slid her feet over the edge then set them down on the floor, slid them into her slippers as she picked up her robe then tied it around her waist. '' What for? If she wants you to spend quality time with me she can think again..'' The blond girl said as she opened the door, crossed her arms as she tried to ignore the fact that he was shirtless. She had to admit her mom had good taste, she hadn't really paid much attention the day before when she was laying by the pool. Of course she didn't believe that her mother would leave a message, tell him to wake her up early unless her mother wanted them to do something together as stepfather and daughter which she was not thrilled with.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

He shrugged slightly. She is sleeping in a hotel in... He thought for a moment recalling her business trip itinerary. ....Toronto. And she left me a message last night saying she'd like a call from you. The truth was he was unsure what it was regarding and hadn't even thought through the fact that she'd want them to spend time. He found himself growing very interested in her as he watched her in her bedroom wear and decided he'd get himself out of there before she noticed his eyes had been roaming, or god forbid he popped an erection in his shorts. He gave her a half hearted smile, calling over his shoulder Don't upset her. I'm the one who hears about it. He headed for his room to get dressed for the day.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Brandie rolled her eyes, closed the door again. She got herself dressed, gave her mother a call. Most of the conversation was arguing, when she hung up she felt even worse then she had when she fell asleep. She walked out if her room, walked downstairs to get some juice she wasn't hungry so she refused to eat. Her emotions were messing with her head, her stomach making her feel like if she ate while she was upset it would make her sick. She just wanted a normal family, not one do dysfunctional it made her head spin.
Thread: Myself, Poyvar (Stepfather, Daughter)

Randy didn't answer when he got a call from Victoria, Brandie's mother, instead he set the phone on silent. It had come so quickly after he spoke to Brandie he was sure it couldn't have been good news. He sat back in front of the television and after a while Brandie came roaming down and he heard her sifting through the refrigerator. He thought for just a moment about approaching her, but she had made it very clear just how unapproachable she wanted to be with him. And that was fine. He remembered being young, he didn't have quite the same attitude that she did, but knew plenty of kids who did. He decided instead to continue relaxing in front of the news, he took great pleasure in the leather sofa, it was so damn comfortable. He wouldn't ever sit in front of the television without one.
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

Plotline A Monster Hunter slays a dangerous Fox demon, only to discover said demon has a mate. By law the monster hunter now owns all the fox demons possessions and mate. Tags DemonFurTailMagical setting Big breasts Lactationpregnancy More to come. Characters Auspicious NameSybil Age 1000 years and some change. RaceKumiho -Fox demon-. Appearance Smalldelicate but decidedly voluptuous. Long, silky flowing silver hair adorned with many shiny bobbles. Eyes the color of ice.Large, sensitive whitesilver ears with tuffed ends, and a long, luxurious silver tails -9 of them in total- wrapped in pearled bands. Pale skin and long slender arms, feminine hands. She prefers to wear lavish clothing, and is truly spoiled and entitled.
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

Character Name Lance Stewart Age 27 Race Human Occupation Monster Hunter Height 6'4 Build Strong Appearance Messy brown hair and a squared jaw with a rugged full beard. His attire is from pieces of armor and clothes he was able to scrounge up including a plate shoulder blade, bracers, and some greeves. He is overall very handsome looking.
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

Excellent. I'll open up with first post then Reclining against the luxurious silks and furs lining the floor of her sleeping chamber, Sybil yawned daintily and glanced at a clock on the wall. Her 'Mate' was late bringing home her dinner, and she was beginning to lose her patience -what little she possessed-. Where is that idiot? Liver and truffles aren't so hard to fetch, even for an imbecile like him... she sniffed, her decidedly perfect features turning into a slight frown. Getting to her feet, she slid through the rooms of her shared abode, which was located underground in a abandoned gem cave. Something felt different, and the idea of change made her tails fluff a little with anxiety. She could feel it in her bones, something big was about to happen. What it was exactly, she wasn't sure. But she didn't like it. Making her way towards the entrance of her den, she let her long, pearl colored claws click and drag against the shimmering walls, her ice blue eyes lighting in the dark cave. With a delicate snap of her long, feminine fingers, torches inside her home lit up with bright blue fox fire, bringing the stunningly elegant home into view. By this time it should be close to midnight outside. Night was when her kind began their day, avoiding the hustle and bustle of humans and the heat of the sun. She was rather partial to the moon herself admittedly. Pausing in the dining room, she lifted a pomegranate from a stone bowl, and rubbed its waxy flesh against one of the silk covered and deliciously ample breasts she currently claimed ownership to. She was currently 'mated' to a six tail named Grev. He was obviously not to her standards, and he lacked dignity, intelligence and most importantly a back bone. She refused to bear offspring with a mate with such inferior genes. She was aware her rejection caused the insufferable git to resort to pleasures with other demons, and recently even human women. She hoped the idiot would finally accept that he was not worthy to be her mate, and disperse. The idea of 'single' life thrilled her, no need to deal with such a weak willed moron in her presence. She supposed she'd miss him for the willingness he showed when hunting for her meals, but that eagerness would be just as easily found in another servant. Perhaps she'd replace him with a few frog demons. They were slimy and smarmy, but terrified of her. She found terror to be a convenient tool to control others with.
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

She would soon be shocked, or maybe not so much so. After all she did say her mate had resorted to finding comfort in human women... well let's just say the feelings were not mutual. The weakling had managed to get a bounty on its head and as she stood there mostly confined she heard the breaking of one of the wooden doors that helped close off their lair from the rest of the world as her mate had been chucked through it, standing up weekly as the beast growled at the human walking in through the door. He was not as well dressed as her. her mate. He was a lower born, something more animal like in appearance with a fox snout and essentially a fox anthro with multiple tails. But he was of course the male of her species, which in most monster senses tended to have them look more intimidating. The human which walked in was a drastic change in appearance, sure he was not the best dressed but he looked good in that rugged, adventurer sort of way that could get many women weak in the knees. Holding his sword in one hand he quickly readied a new defensive stance as Lance watched the wild beast lunge at him, clawing at him trying to find an opening. Using the large size of his sword he tried to block the incoming attacks and was mostly succeeding thanks to the size and clearly the head wound the beast had received thanks to being tossed through a wooden door. Feeling the creature getting tired he lunged the blunt shield like side forward, knocking the beast in the head and dazing him. Taking his chance he struck, Lance growling out as he swung his sword and soon there was a head flying through the air. Looking as the body fell to the ground, blood pooling he grumbled and grabbed the head inspecting it. It would be the proof of his kill and his new paycheck as he looked around Well... this place looks nice for a mindless beast he said Bet he would mind if I look around he said with a smirk. Hell Lance was a mercenary, it kind of came with the territory of monster hunter and besides no one really cared if you stole something from a monster unless it came back to harm others. With the owner dead he doubted anyone would really care as he began to move into what was now his den.
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

The moment she heard the crackling of wood, her whole body stiffened. That IDIOT... How many times to I have to tell him to be careful with MY possessions. Animal. Why I -of all people- got so unfortunate to get shackled with that fowl, loathsome, terrible excuse for a fox is beyond my comprehension.... she muttered bitterly. Her leisurely pace quickened and became irritable, her tails lashing from side to side, much like a thoroughly rankled feline. The talons on her delicate feet rapped against the floor as she moved from room to room, incensed and ready to turn her mate into kibble. She was NOT expecting to find the corpse of her Mate sprawled at the entrance of their den. His rumbled body lay and bloodied, his liquids seeping into a considerable puddle in front of her. For a moment she was stunned. G-Grev?... she managed, dropping the pomegranate in her hand. The moment the fruit hit the floor, its flesh split, and thick, sticky garnet colored juices pooled on the floor, like a mocking of Grev's corpse. She spun around quickly, feeling slightly panicked. If Grev was dead... Then the likely hood that whatever or whomever had done it was currently wandering around her cave. Her face screwed up into an irritated expression as she noted a trail of blood - undoubtedly from Grev's missing head- speckling her immaculate floor. Honestly... Kill the Beast, I've got no qualms on that... But at least wrap his head up to keep him from dirtying up my abode... Some animals... she grumbled, following after the trail of blood. Sniffing the air, she caught a whiff of masculine odor and a strong aura. Her blood stirred with excitement and she ran her clever pink tongue over her sharp incisors. Human then... she noted, somewhat impressed. Grev had not been anywhere as strong as she was, but he was undoubtedly stronger then some of the most stall wart humans. For a human to have slain her prior mate... He'd have to be someone amazing. She chuckled to herself, feeling irritation melt away to amusement, as an almost giddy smirk crossed her fair features. Then she saw him. Well... His back at least. He was tall, and he was rugged and covered in armor. In his hand he held a sword which dripped with the crimson of Grev's life source. She inhaled a long breath through her nose and lifted her chin somewhat arrogantly. Has anyone ever told you its quite rude to slay a Ladies Mate, and leave his corpse -bleeding- on her nice clean floor? She noted, her feminine voice luring,amused and somewhat annoyed. She stared at him through her long eyelashes, waiting for him to turn to face her.
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

Now he had to admit, with the various nicer touches he had to think someone else was there. After all he had seen some of the women the monster had boned and he had to admit, not the best taste there. But s he turned to look over at the owner of a voice that dripped with as much honey as it did venom he soon figured out just who decorated the place. Looking down at the head he shrugged and he said Not my home he said walking toward her What... you want a piece of me too or something? I mean I was going to really just ignore anything else here, well except for some stuff I can pawn he said as he left the head still in one hand as he knew the blood was dripping but honestly the way she looked at him did not strike him the best of ways and honestly, he kind of liked the idea of pissing off anyone who he felt like was a snob. So you were that poor things mate? Wow... how the hells did it manage to get you? I mean I'm probably not the best judge in monster tems but still, I mean he was like behind the dumpster garbage and well... you don't seem like that physically anyway he said as he looked her over openly Anyway, I think you had something more to say... maybe do he said as he readied his sword expecting an attack as he said Otherwise get out of the way, I plan on just taking the head and taking my bounty, nothing really here worth taking anyway
Thread: Claiming 'Property'. Auspicious/Desertpaladin

First it was a snort, which bubbled over into a chuckle as feminine peals of laughter spilled out her full, sensual lips. Nothing of worth you say?... Well.. They did say that Humans displayed an appalling lack of decor... Evidently they were right she notes, sniffing the air snobbishly, staring over the tip of her finely boned nose, through her long, soot colored eyelashes. She fluttered them a few times, the soft lengths batting against her high, well shaped cheek bones. She runs her fingers over a delicate looking vase, it is thin and undeniably fragile with accents that spoke of the orients, lushly inlaid with rubies and traces of gold and pearls. This vase, for example is three hundred years old. It costs more then a human would make in three lifetimes, working non stop she notes whimsically. She brushes past him, the soft silk of her gown whispering against his armor. Her scent wafts around him, floral notes of jasmine and honey with a feminine musk that was elegant and pure dripping sexuality. Stepping in front of Lance, she reaches out and lifts the dripping head of the deceased Grev, rolling her eyes slightly. Even in death his face was utterly devoid of intelligence... she notes dully, clearly not surprised. Go head and take the head, I certainly don't want it. Take the body out as well and burn it somewhere, undoubtedly it will stink up my den. she notes and waves him off dismissively, turning her back on him without a second thought as she heads back towards the door to examine the damage.