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Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Smith had walked over to Kennit's side even as the man stepped out of the crowd. Smith glanced at Charles as the man spoke. Kennit kept his eye on the man, he glanced at Charles but only for a split second before he grabbed the whip that was on Smith's waist and took a step towards the man. Are do you want to accept the lads punishment then? It was you who gave him the task and did not teach him is it not? His voice showed that he wanted nothing more than to find a target for his anger as soon as he could. Mr.Smith grab the lad. We don't want him running off and hiding while we sort this out. Smith didn't hesitate he walked straight to Charles not letting him out of his sight then grabbing his shoulder to make sure he did not run off.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Charlotte clenched her teeth tightly and flexed her fingers. If that man threw her beneath the preverbal carriage wheels she would have a fit right there on the floor. Her full lips pulled tight about her mouth and she watched what was unfolding. A curl dislodged itself from the tightly done up scarf and hat and twisted about her cheek. All of the sharp jostling from Smith was causing things to shift. The pins keeping everything in place were coming undone. Her padding was slipping and pushing in odd places, making her coat fit her oddly. The man balked considerably. It could have meant life or death after all so, really, she did not blame him his answer. Sir, he did not ask either. Shouldn have pretended to know what was what when he knew nothin at all. She snarled and jerked against Smiths strong hands herself. You! You are lucky I dont have your guts for garters!
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit glared at the sailor. If it is the boys fault why have you wasted my time? Do you not think I have more important things to do than talk with a deck hand? He would have kept going but he heard Charles and turned to face the boy. As for you! He took a few steps towards the boy as he saw the curl of hair that had settled on his cheek. When he got the the boy he pulled off his hat then the scarf and snarled when he saw the hair that had been pinned there. He took a step back and his eyes met Mr.Smith's after a second he nodded and Smith gestured to another man. Why are you here? You are not fooling anyone now, girl. So tell me what are you here for? Even as Kennit spoke the other man had grabbed her shoulder and he and Smith dragged her to the mast pinning her there as they ripped the back of her shirt open. Kennit let the whip fly but let it snap back just inches from her bare back a few times as he decided how many lashes he would give her. He was in the mood to give her enough lashes to kill her right there on the deck.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

A loud, feral snarl ripped from her lips as he came forward and tugged the hat and scarf from her head. In the harsh sun her hair had turned into a blaze of copper. As she struggled and hissed more of it tumbled down. It was truly a feat that she had managed to pin and pull all of it back. The length and texture was that of a wig makers dream and tumbled down to her thighs in the thick curls. Tears did not sting her eyes. She would not let them. Instead she threw herself about and made it quite difficult for them to take her to that mast. But she was light and slender and was not nearly half the weight that they were used to hauling around. When the back of her top was cut open, the padding fell to ribbons around her and the curve of her body was exposed. Her waist was small and could, with ease, cinched to the popular sixteen inches. Her hips clearly flared out as did her rib cage the figure beneath their gaze clearly an hour glass one. The skin beneath the protective clothing was as pale as fine china. The crack of the whip sounded in her ears. She had never been whipped before. She had had her knuckles hit with beads wrapped in some sort of silk. She had been backhanded once or twice for begging but no one had ever took a whip to her and she twisted against the mast she had been tied to. Hoots and catcalls came from the crew. You dont remember my face then! she exclaimed over the jeering crowd.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit pulled the whip back to himself and rolled it up again as he heard her words. Silence! The crew fell silent almost at once as he walked up to the girl and grabbed her chin. He turned her face towards him, he did not care that it would be very painful for her. He just stood there and studied her features for a long time as he thought back all those years. Then he nodded as he remembered her. Charlotte, I wondered where you have gone when you mother died. His voice was still hard but he was not yelling at her anymore. Five lashes for the damage to the ship then. He spoke loud enough for the rest of the crew to hear as he started walking away from her. When he was far enough away from her he let the whip fall as he raised it above and behind him then with just as much strength as he would use on anyone else he lashed out at her back. He pulled back just as the whip his causing the tip to cut her skin and run up her back at an angle leaving a thin red cut. He waited a few seconds before whipping her again. He wanted her to know exactly how much it hurt to do something wrong on the ship. He repeated it until she had five long cuts on her back. Mr.Smith clean her up and bring her into my cabin. He used a the corner of his vest to clean the small amount of blood left on the wipe off then glared at the rest of the crew. What are you looking at get back to work or you will be next! He turned away and stormed off back into his cabin. He was livid that the girl had made it onto the ship. He had thought that she was dead after all theses years. He did not mind that she was a women but now he had to deal with someone who knew him and that was never a good thing in his live. He sat behind his desk and waited not sure what he would do with the girl now that he was stuck with her.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

She winched as he pulled her face towards him. Rose colored lips tremored in anger and hatred and, though she did not care to admit, fear. For now she was caught and certainly he would kill her just as he assuredly killed her mother. Just in a different fashion. He killed her with latent illness Charlotte would meet a kinder fate likely by the edge of a blade. But he did not kill her. Instead he called out for five lashes. Her head hung and she braced herself. She would not make further spectacle of herself. She would not be their entertainment. Nor would she struggle. If she did she feared that it would undo her now ruin top and they would get a full view of her chest. Men were pigs when it came to a womans body from what she gathered. The sudden crack against her back caused her to jump a little and holler out. Upon her pale skin the red, bloodied mark stood out brightly. I must not cry! The second lash came as soon as the ache of the other ended and she squirmed about, placing herself on her tiptoes as if trying to edge as far away from the pain as she could. Her bottom lip quivered and she desperately wanted to shed a tear. I will not give him the satisfaction! Three more came in very much the same fashion and, by the end, she did not scream out or whimper at all. Sweat dripped down her forehead. A little blood streamed down her back. Her body quivered from pain. Her legs buckled. Yet she made not a peep afterward. The men stared at her in a peculiar fashion but she did not care. Even as she was tied up and roughly led into the captains quarters, she leered at them, showing her small white teeth as if trying to frighten them. Some of them were, too.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit watched as they brought Charlotte in but did not say anything. He gestured to a over stuffed couch that he had taken from a particularly wealthy merchants ship. Smith get her a shirt before she is set down, I do not need her staining it with blood. He gestured to a wardrobe by his bed and Smith quickly found a plain black cotton shirt and slipped it over the girls head as the other men untied her. NOw go and I do not want to have to punish anyone else today. I will not be so generous. Smith smiled for the first time as he said. Of course Captain, I will take care of everything. With that he left and closed the door behind him. Kennit stared at the daughter of his old lover for a while without saying anything. He heard the faint snap of the whip and knew that Smith was showing the crew their place. As he listened the corners of his lips tugged up just a slight bit before the fell and he focused on Charlotte again. What am I supposed to do with you now? You sneak onto my ship for what? Did you hope you would find a life at sea. He shook his head and stood up. He had never wanted children but he had loved her mother and he had never had to deal with Charlotte very often unless he felt like it. Why are you hear Charlotte? He walked to the window at the back of his cabin and stared out at the sea as he waited for her answer.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

There was a stony silence from the redheaded woman. This was not fitting at all! Her pale green eyes shot daggers at the men who kept her tied. Shot sharper looks, still, as a shirt was yanked over her head. It was embarrassing that men had seen her in nothing but a tattered white shirt but to have one dress her as a child might be dressed nearly sent her into a blind rage. Somehow she managed to remain calm. Somehow she was able to cool herself enough not to flail around like a child having a tantrum. After her ropes were undone she rubbed her wrists, the white flesh rubbed raw. She scowled at the marks and at the men who left. Then her vicious gaze turned towards him. So he did not know. He left them bankrupt with his gambling arrears. She pressed her now chapped lips to her aching wrists, wishing she could do the same to the throbbing welts still giving her back pain. You killed my mother, you know. Her voice was soft. Uncommonly so considering the words that were coming from her. Or, rather, whatever illness you had picked up from the whores I knew you have bedded before wooing my dear mother. It was in spring and I was tossed out into the streets. I might of died if some of the urchins there hadnt taken a liking to me my face was sweet and my fits of crying for my mother and father made good for getting coin. It was a miserably meager life. Was is She waved her hand and laughed at herself, a dry and uncaring laugh. I was lucky that I heard of a captain, who matched you toe to tip by the way, was in need of a ship hands after he stupidly ran his ships through a storm. I figured it was worth a shot.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

He refused to looked back at her as she spoke of her mother. He knew the illness that she was speaking of but it was not the type of illness she thought it was. I gave her the sickness yes but it was not form a whore, I contracted it one the voyage from an animal attack. So get it out of your head that I was sleeping with other women. He turned to face her just as she laughed and he glared at her. So its a storm this time, well Smith does a a wonderful mind when it comes to hiding what we really do. His eyes a glint to them now it was look that made most people uneasy since most people did not like what he did and how his mind worked. Hm, I will have to get Smith to not describe me so well then. He walked over to her. So when are you going to try to kill me? He had remembered the look in her eyes and he recognized it for what it was now. As soon as I am dead Smith will drag you along the keel and it will make you wish I was giving you a hundred lashes because the salt water will burn as your back is ripped open. So choose now, either kill me or bury your rage. He had a hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked down at her.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

He did not frighten her then. Nothing did. The lashes on her back hurt, yes, but she also knew the gnawing pain of hunger. The pain of growing up without any real affection left mars on her soul deeper than the ones left on her back. She ran a hand through her copper hair. Her startlingly pale eyes held his. She meant to kill him surely. I cannot kill you at the moment. You think I am fool enough to go up against an armed man? Maybe he did and maybe she didnt really give him any reason to think otherwise. She dressed up as a boy just to murder the man who left her life in shambles. One might consider her actions that of a madwoman. Her long, dark lashes fluttered and a frown tugged at the corner of her full lips. I am sure any punishment he can give me wont be as horrid as what I have endured by your hand for my entire life. I do not care where the illness came from. I do not care if you had the best intentions. I do not give two bloody fucks if you intend to gut me before I do the same to you. My mother wished you dead herself with her last breath and I intend to carry out her last wish or die trying.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit had to giver it to her she had guts and brains. He did not like it but he almost never liked anything about other people. Fool, maybe. You came onto my ship intending to kill me, that was fool hearty on its own but you don't even know our destination. He walked back to his desk and leaned against it as he crossed his arms ans listened to what she had to say. She wouldn't know it but the only person he listened to for any length of time was Mr.Smith and the only reason he was listening to her was because he was generally interested in the girl. He would never tell her but he was non the less. When he heard that her mother had wished him dead on her last breath pain flashed through his eyes for a split second before he glared at her. If that is so then tell me her exact words. I have a right to know, I was keeping you both alive with my own money. He wanted to know what had she had said not because he did not believe Charlotte but because he had loved her mother and the emotion he had shown to her had all but died after her death.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

She rolled her eyes. His own money. Bah! She did not believe a word of that, not for a second. She crossed her arms over her chest. Those were her words for her own ears. Her mother had given them to her as she passed. There were no jewels to pass on or plain rings or even a pair of gloves. No snips of hair could be taken for fear of the sickness being spread to Charlotte. She was a miser with those words. She wished me simply to find you and give you what you deserve. She was half delirious with fever when she went so her words were minced, I am sure. No amount of physical pain could bring tears to her eyes but that small memory, as blotted and fuzzy as it was, was the thing that caused her the most agony. Though I am sure she meant to kill you viciously and without remorse. After all you left her to die and you left her only child to die in the streets.
Thread: What Kind of School Is this?(Group)

-Sample Profile- Name Jin Vura Age 40 Gen Male Race Human Kinks Breaking as in Seeing women on vibrators spikes and completely helpless, to move off of the spike they are secured down to. Boundary Dehydration. Appearance Bio A cruel man who loves to break women, and his tool of choice the floor mounted vibrator spike, which he iron clamps women's legs to. so they can't pull off of it...... and he will go as far as to attach a IV to keep them hydrated till they break. -my Profile- Name Varzly Age 20 Gen Female Race Slave Pet Kinks Latex, BDSM, Blindfolds, Gags, Pet life. Diet Pet food, Water, Cum, scraps. Boundary Scat, Gore, urine, Disfigurement, being released. Appearance Bio Varzly was born here, the daughter of Varzla, who died 10 years after, she has always been in latex from when she was little, she does know how to talk and walk upright but since she is technically a pet, she walks on all fours, she is not classified as a sex slave, but she was born out of human rights as well, so she doesn't have the same rights as normal humans do..... and she prefers to be gagged and blindfolded all the time as well, she is use to being this way, and is always with her owner, when not, she can be found wandering around.
Thread: True assasins

Trystan smiled, flicking his arctic-wolf ears, scooping up sounds and searching for footsteps. His target couldn't be that far off now. He chuckled to himself as he polished his M14, making sure it was loaded and able to fire. His knife rested in it's sheath, waiting and ready to be used if the gun failed. He smiled, showing off his white, sharp teeth. His blue eyes scanned the dark, looking for movement of either the client or the target. His clothes let him blend into the crowd, a must for assassins, and his collapsible M14 was able to fit into the backpack he carried around, and even left him room to carry medical supplies also. His raven black hair hung in front of his eyes, giving him an anime style look, and when he flattened his ears, it melded into his hair, disappearing until they were needed again. Recently, there had been an increase in inumimi assassins, due to their extremely low fatalitly rate, and their increased hearing capabilities.
Thread: True assasins

Hazel Rose stood on the roof of her appartment building staring down at the streets waiting for her mark to stumble drunkedly down the alley. The wind blew against her lithe body clad in the black she loved. She wore a black baby doll tee shirt and a pair of black leggins that were long enough to go to her ankles. Her feet were bare and probably always would be. He wore a black leather old fashioned western gun belt. A Silver SW .40 tucked nicely. A FX Cat tantoknife tucked into the other side. She had a few other blades tucked in some surprising places. She knew how to handle herself.
Thread: True assasins

The man had just exited the bar, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand. He decided to go down the alleyway, his footsteps having no purpose. He sang gently, the song rumbling at the back of his throat. Trystan's ears shifted, and he smiled before taking off. He zeroed in perfectly, sliding to a stop in front of the man. You have a hefty price on your head, you know that? The drunkard smiled widely, swaying with the wind. A hefty price, yes. Because I drank all their wine. He chuckled, almost falling over. Trystan raised an eyebrow, pointing his gun at the drunk's head.
Thread: True assasins

Whiping out her gun she gently and quickly screwed on a silencer and faster than lightning she was on the ground with her gun pointed at the back of the other assassians head. drop it She mutters her voice soft and southern.. something you would not expect with a woman like her. Her long black hair blowing gently in the wind while her eyes like blue fire glowed as she smiled.
Thread: True assasins

Trystan chuckled, keeping a firm hold on his rifle. You really gonna shoot me? The bullet would never hit. He chuckled again, lowering his gun. Let me guess. You're here to either kill this man, or to kill me. Which one is it, lady? He chuckled again, getting ready to do something it seemed.
Thread: True assasins

Him. I dont care wether you live or die. Its him im after. She smiles, Tense waiting to see what this mans reaction would be.
Thread: True assasins

Trystan raised his eyebrow, slowly turning around to face this new assasin. Hmm.... so I'm unimportant? He nods at the drunk man, who nods back. You see, I wasn't hired to kill this man, I was hired to capture or kill you. He smirked, quickly pointing her gun at the largest target area, her chest. Now, you can come quietly. I really don't feel like luging your body back to base.
Thread: True assasins

Over my dead body. she raises one eyebrow smirking. She swings her arm around to slam the butt of her gun into his head. sorry but I always chose the hard way. She laughs.
Thread: True assasins

He reeled back, holding his head. The drunk quickly sobered up, pulling out a gun and aiming it at the girl. Trystan shook his head, ramming his elbow into the other man's stomach. She's my mark. The man slammed into the wall. I'll give you one more chance.
Thread: True assasins

Never. She Jumps and grabs hold of a fire excape ladder. Pulling herself up she quickly begins to run light on her feet up towards the roof. Laughing soft and suductivly. Catch me if you can, lover She quickly fades into the darkness. Her laughter floating in the gentle breeze.
Thread: True assasins

Oh hell no! Get back over here! he yelled, jumping up after her. He needed the money badly and if he didn't pay off some debts, bad things would happen. He shivered at the mere thought of it. He pulled out his knife and followed her scent all over the city.
Thread: True assasins

Her natural scent, lavender and creame, lingered in the air long after she'd been there. She had no doubts she would get away. Its not that she underestimated this man, more so of that she was that confidnent. She'd never been caught and she planed to keep it that way. She stopped standing tall on the top of the the tallest building in town. She was like a beautiful statue standing tall looking out over the town. Smiling to herself she sighs.
Thread: True assasins

Waiting for someone? Trystan stood behind her, polishing his sword. I have to say, you're scent is not like others. He chuckled, pointing the sword at her throat.
Thread: True assasins

She looks him in the eyes. Her lips turned up into a smirl but her eyes were sad as if shed already suffered so, that this man threatning her life did not phase her. That is because its a natural scent not a perfume. She watches her reflection in the shine of his sword half praying he would do it.
Thread: True assasins

He could almost hear the prayer. My orders are to bring you back alive, if I could manage that. He chuckled, turning her around abruptly and snapping some cuffs on her. You know, I haven't had to chase my target in a while. Glad I metcha. Listen, the guys I'm bringing you to won't hurt you, as long as you tell them what they wanna hear.
Thread: True assasins

and if i dont? she asked simply.
Thread: Legend of Dedeeru (Ankh/PearlHeart)

Within the land of Hyrule there was once a master swordsmith whose weapons each carried a legend of their own. His weapons were not only beautiful in design, but they were unbreakable and rather powerful as one of his creations were even known to slice through other weapons and shields like a hot knife through butter. However as the master swordsmith was nearing death, he wished to be buried with his creations... and when the owners of his work refused, they all ended up meeting with terrible ends. Rumors say that he made a deal of some sort and ended up making one last sword with powers that have no rival but the Master Sword itself. Grave robbers, swordsmen, and adventurers alike searched for the tomb of this sword smith. Most would spend their lives searching only to find nothing... a very select few would have lost their lives for this journey. There was only one person in the land of Hyrule who knows about the entrance of the tomb... if you can call him a person that is. It was a poe who wanders around Hyrule, the spirit of an adventurer who had found the tomb by sheer luck and ended up dying because he was unprepared for the dangers that lurked in the tomb. However it seems like he was fated to be rather unlucky as in all of his years as a poe, he didn't think that one would be courageous enough to be hunting for poes. He was struck down from behind as his poe body fell apart as all there was left was the flame of his spirit which was captured in the most humiliating way as possible. The spirit was captured and contained in a simple glass jar. L-let me go! I will not stand to be humiliated like this! The poe shouts out as the blue flame flickered as it moved around, trying it's best to escape it's glass prison. No matter what the poe did, the jar wouldn't so much as move despite how much he fought to escape.