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Thread: Dichotomy [ Iilan | Mina ]

It had barely been three months before his reliable sources had informed him that the Organization was hot on his trails again. Now, Axel was still a member of this notorious group, but his plans differed from theirs. He was one of their elite members and one that the leader prized and favored, so, of course, he had been assigned the most important mission to eliminate or recruit such gifteds like them. His target was Roxas, and whilst he had no real trouble with killing people in the past, he couldn't bring himself to kidnap, let alone murder this boy. In the end, he ended up falling for him and getting himself into one of those relationships, and somehow, his duty had turned into some attempt to keep away from the organization. The gang had no idea that he was hiding their target, but the leader was growing antsy thus, the manhunt had started. Axel, being the sly, devious, street-wise rat he was, successfully distracted the organization and managed to protect Roxas at the same time from other powerful groups that wanted to harness his elemental power. Roxas was still naive and so very clueless about this whole operation that Axel couldn't help but believe he was lugging around a rag doll at times, and it amused him that Roxas wouldn't complain about or question his suspicious moves, but it was all for his sake, really. Now that they were settled into their umpteenth home, the redhead let out a sigh of relief and took a few seconds to dawdle in front of their bedroom window, taking a peek through the blinds at the foreign scenery. His emerald eyes scanned the place, then, with a satisfied grunt, he drew the curtains shut and turned back to the blonde, a playful smirk masking his grim features. Ya know how bored I get of these places, besides, this place has cheaper rent, he grinned, crawling on top of Roxas to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Sometimes, he wondered if he should tell Roxas, but his better judgment persuaded him not to. There was no need to freak his boyfriend out about how he had powers, how Axel was a pyromaniac, and that there was a bloodthirsty gang out to kill them both for these mentioned abilities. No way. He sat up and ran a hand through his fiery locks, tilting his head and smirking, Why, you don't like moving around, babe?
Thread: Dichotomy [ Iilan | Mina ]

Roxas kissed his boyfriend back, soft lips pressing against the other's briefly before it was broken. Yeah, he knew how bored Axel got of these places...it was a bit more than mildly irritating. When he first moved into Axel's place he figured they'd be there for a while or at least for however long the two continued dating. Axel had only moved there just a little bit before the two actually met and seemed to like his place, but apparently that was not the case. No, that move had been just like the one's after it, sporadic, out of the blue, and a bit worrying. Roxas always had suspicions as to why Axel had a problem with staying in one place for any extended period of time. He assumed it was some sort of problem that stemmed from his childhood maybe he always moved then or something happened that he wasn't comfortable with sharing yet. He didn't even suspect that Axel was part of some Organization that wanted his blood. No, Roxas answered truthfully, sitting up as well. He wasn't going to lie to Axel, moving this much kind of sucked major dick. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the new experiences and scenery that came with each move, no, he loved that. But you could get both of those things from traveling. Nobody moved every couple of months just for those two things, no, there definitely had to be another reason. He wasn't going to push it though, it was just part of Axel. It sucks, but I'm here, aren't I? He smiled at the redhead, leaning towards him to kiss his lips softly again. Besides, this place is nicer than the last and I've never been here before and I've heard nothing but good things about Twilight Town, so...I'm more okay with this move than with others. That should make Axel happy considering how unhappy Roxas was after they moved the second time and he was basically stuck indoors all day because he hated the entire neighborhood. At least he was trying this time!
Thread: Dichotomy [ Iilan | Mina ]

It's nice moving around once in a while. The same ol' neighborhood gets boring pretty fast, and besides, I'm not a... settle-down type of guy, Axel admitted with a fox-like smirk, running his chiseled hand down the length of Roxas' milky thigh. He also had to confess, though, that even as he may seem like a promiscuous goofball, he was actually quite the opposite. To prove it, Axel had been dating the blonde for a while, now, and was currently working his ass off to keep him from a bloodthirsty organization out for both their blood. If that wasn't some sort of passionate dedication, he didn't know what was . You'll thank me one day , he snorted with a brief chuckle, sliding halfway on top of Roxas and supporting his weight with his sturdy forearms. With a delicate gesture not characteristic of his brutal looks, he grazed Roxas' cheek with the back of his digits as if he was some fragile petal, admiring the way the light seeping through the blinds bounced off of his mesmerizing blue eyes. To think, he pondered, ' Roxas has the whole ocean in his eyes... ' He meant this in a different sense than the romantic inference, of course. He was aware of what sort of gift his boyfriend possessed, and as an ex-member of a power-hungry organization, his infatuation with such strength allured him and, quite frankly, tickled his curiosity. He glanced at him, then ran a hand through his own mane of fiery crimson hair, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a mischievous smirk. You wanna take a walk around town, or would 'christening' our new bed seem like a better idea? he grinned, sliding his fingertips under the hem of Roxas' shirt to fondle his smooth, flawless skin.
Thread: Dichotomy [ Iilan | Mina ]

The blonde beneath Axel rolled his eyes at the male's words and actions. He wasn't a settle-down type of guy? He would have believed that two years ago before they started dating, but they'd been going strong for quite awhile now and there wasn't an end in sight. Unless Axel had them continuously moving so that eventually nobody would know who they were and he could finally kill Roxas without there being an suspicion, but that was highly unlikely. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I will. Roxas rolled his eyes, but then locked them with Axel's own emerald ones when he brushed his cheek. He liked to tease and play with the redhead, but he truly did love him and care for him and he knew the other only had his best interests in mind. So if that meant moving every couple of months he'd be happy to do so...as long as he didn't have to carry any of the heavy shit. He smiled up at his boyfriend just a tad as they held one another's gazes. Unfortunately for Roxas, the sun was shining right in his eyes and they began to water. However, in Axel's view, he may have seen the blue of his orbs begin to spin just a bit, twirling like whirlpools. But then within moments the anomaly was gone, Roxas blinked a few times and everything was back to normal. Mm, He smiled at the offer of either taking a stroll around the neighborhood or sex. His eyes closed at the feeling of Axel's warm fingers sliding against his equally warm flesh. Well...how about we have sex and then take a walk around town? Or we could do them in reverse. Your pick. Already though, Roxas' own hands were sliding down Axel's back and dragging the end of his shirt up over his back.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

on this site it is about as useful as bringing a butter knife to a sword fight to find an RP partner who is interested in RPing a non sexual RP Perhaps implied but not graphic Luckily you can still win a sword fight with a butter knife and thus you can find RP partners who will RP with you. So are there any plots in mind you may be interested in RPing? Also about to go see a movie so if i don't get your reply before i leave don't worry as i will reply when i get back.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Hrm... well, there are a couple. More like starting points. -A remaining member of a corrupt church gets separated from her group and comes across a demon Can be a serpent or shadow demon. -A fairy noble gets lost on the way home and finds herself in Drider territory. -A young woman who's been traveling with a band of brigands oversleeps when a serpent Can be owned or someone transformed attacks the camp.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Im with Gashnaw on this one, Good luck.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

damn, they don't catch my interest.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Well, what does catch your interest?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

i could direct you to my thread
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

VampireHuman or DragonHuman?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

sure shoot me a PM
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

I wouldn't mind doing humanvamp or dragonhuman. Though I wish you luck asking for no on a site for .
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Hey 3 Well! I could certainly do a non sexual rp... I'm currently looking for a partner to rp an Eragon-based rp with me 3 That is, if you'd be interested in playing as an elf. I'd play a human and a dragon should you accept this rp 3
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

I don't want to refuse... but Eragon...?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Do you know what it is, or do you just not like it?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

What about I?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Skylar - Well, I'm not that fond of it, sorry. Akiriu - Oh, I'm sorry. Sure, why not.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Ah. Thats fine! I'll take any other suggestions then I need a good non-smut rp right now -- Quite honestly, this is more like bringing a butter knife to a gun fight
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

I know, right? So, are you interested in any of the original RP pairings I've listed? Or should we try to make our own?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Harpy x Naga?
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Okay, sure. Go ahead and drop me a PM.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Resurrect I'm looking once more.
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

Did I ever send you a PM
Thread: Might as well be bringing a butterknife into a swordfight {MxF}

I don't think you have. I did think I tried to send you one.
Thread: Run like hell (Tristeza and Sigurd)

Must run RAAARGH, SOUND THE AL- No more octopus guy. Red, I see red all over. Blood. Mine? A little. The blood and dirt caked mass of white and black hair shifted, feral emerald eyes shining with resolution. The door Run. Run. Shes getting away! Catch her or Ill feast on your blood tonight! HIM! Must run!! Where? Where? WHERE??? ARGH! The small golden body was thrown violently against the stone wall, the slash of an invisible blade on her back amidst the smaller gashes, some fresh, some old. The vampire cackled, bidding his time. Shed taste the despair of being so close and yet so far. Breathing hurts must run light! A window!! Its a long way down Nowhere else to go, so come back and be mine So high maybe too much? No, itll be alright One Two What the STOP HER! Three. A normal person would have died from such a fall. Yet, although dizzy and aching for more than one reason, the girl rose back up to her feet, her breathing labored, as if a huge weight was pressing against her chest. Just a slight movement of her torso and the weight took on a jagged edge, the sharp jolt of pain almost stealing all the air out of her lungs. She couldn't stop. Not now that she was finally out. Between sweat, blood and the slow jumbling of her senses, the slit pupils caught the bearings she needed to decide where to go next. The forest. Run. Run like hell. Don't stop, NEVER stop. With each step, her light body gained an extra measure of weight, gravity pulling down the enormous will that kept the flame alive. Best to die free than live in captivity. Those were her beliefs. The beliefs that, despite the bleeding whip lashes, broken ribs and battered muscles, drove her swiftly into the protection of the woods. However, it was too much. Conscience, like a feather, was slipping away, despite the pushes of the mind. Behind her, far behind, but approaching, the bark of dogs and humanoids alike, thirsty for blood. Her blood. Indeed, so close and yet so far. Must... keep going... close... Without a sound, the golden form spilled on the soft herbs of the clearing, her last stop before conscience finally flew away, only the bundle of hair blanketing the naked, wounded form, defenseless and worn out. Her body, mildly athletic, built to endure, seemed to shine under the moonlight, covered in dark golden fur, sprinkled with black cheetah spots on her forearms and forelegs, as well as the cheetah black eye lining and mask and naturally black lips. Between the almost absurdly long white and black wavy locks, one could appreciate her curves, her tasty C, almost D cup chest, and a long cheetah tail, lying inanimate. The only item of clothing on her was a blood red, worn out and tattered bandanna tying some of her ankle long strands of hair together. The only item she'd ever managed to keep throughout the years of fleeing and captivity. Awake, Kalu was trully a force to be reckoned with. Now... nearly broken and bent, she was at the mercy of the first passersby.
Thread: Run like hell (Tristeza and Sigurd)

He heard to commotion from the castle even in his far off cabin, something was happening, an escape perhaps. He thought about following the noise for a few minutes before actually doing it. He gathered his fur coat, his long rifle and, most importantly, his courage. Jordan had no idea what would be out there at this hour, or if he should even be going out. The things from the castle left him alone as long as he left them alone, this action may be considered an act of aggression, more then an act of curiosity. He was more hoping for whatever was causing this ruckus was an escape, the rumors of what went on in that place...disturbed him. After putting out the fire to prevent his home from burning down he left and headed towards the noise, his rifle at the ready, his brown eyes scanning his surroundings constantly, his ears listening for the tiniest noise, he would not underestimate his potential opponents, those things would rip him apart, Jordan had no intention of giving them a chance. His fear drove him to be extremely cautious, his feet taking careful steps. A sudden crack on the floor of the forest made him turn quick, before realising that his own foot had been the source of the noise. He let out a sigh of relief as he trudged on, crossing a stream, his average form hidden by the furs he wore, the unkempt brown hair kept behind his head by a small piece of cloth. His normally smiling face was now filled by a sense of worry and determination. He shivered as he entered a clearing, and saw her, a strange amalgam of cheetah and human. Quite strange. he said softly noting the sound of dogs and inhuman things approaching. Damn it. He said noting the wounds on her body, he quickly removed the furs and wrapped her inside their warm confines. Come on, we gotta get you out of here. He said gathering the catwomen in his arms and starting to move quickly, his legs running as fast as they could in the current situation. When he go to the stream he ran down it, making sure to mess up and tracking efforts as best he could. Several minutes later he placed the strange women on his bed, and began to dress her wounds, taking in the strange bestial beauty of her, his hands avoided doing anything inappropriate, though the one strange thing he did do was run his finger over her black lips, the strange color enticing him and made him lean in slightly. He quickly realized what he was going to do and stopped himself. He shook his head and went to restart the fire, after laying out some clothes that he estimated would fit her. Now I wait for you to wake up. He said with a small smile, making sure to face away from her to respect her privacy.
Thread: Run like hell (Tristeza and Sigurd)

It took her a while to come around, as her body worked its magic. Slowly but surely, the damage the feline half demon sustained regenerated, gashes beginning to close, broken bones mended to the point it was a pain she could breathe with. A dreamless, deep sleep, far away from reality. Her rescuer's brave trek went unnoticed, as did his gentle care and curiosity. Only when Kalu began to wake up, stirring from her sleep, did the unfamiliar scents and the added weight on top of her clue her into not being stranded in the forest anymore. Her emerald eyes sprung open at the realization, ears at attention. The first thing she checked were her wrists and neck. No binds. Couldn't feel anything on her ankles either... The faint smell of fire reached her ebony nostrils, as did the scent of another, while her stare fixated on the ceiling. It seemed like a small house. So, all things put together. No binds. No threatening henchmen. No forced awakening. No grimy dungeon or luxurious, decadent bedroom. This wasn't a master's place. In fact it seemed... safe? Slowly, Kalu sat on the bed, the movement drawing a soft whine from her. Her ribs still cringed a bit with each breath, but one couldn't expect celerity after such a fall. If everything was perfect, she wouldn't be alive. It'd heaven. She glanced to the figure crouched by the fire, ignoring the clothes Jordan had so respectfully laid out for her. Being naked was second nature to her. Even if her fur wasn't all that long, she'd grown so used to running around with nothing else covering her along the years that it made her no difference. Usually, any rag that she'd been given would be torn not too long after or itched far more than having nothing on. Plus, there was always the tail aspect of it. Having her tail constrained due to clothing not accounting for it... wasn't quite the feeling Kalu enjoyed, the appendage swaying behind her freely as she rose to her feet. Mister? she said softly, trying to draw his attention. Maybe he was doing some sort of meditation or something, and far from her to interrupt whatever he was doing. After being rescued from an almost certain doom, the least she could do was respect her savior. Umm... thank you.
Thread: Run like hell (Tristeza and Sigurd)

He was slightly startled by her whine, his human body shaking slightly as he continued to face away from her, he sighed slightly as he watched the fire, letting her make the first move to talk to him, giving her the lead in the conversation. His body was now visible, an average frame lit by the flames in front of him. His shirt was off, taking in the heat, scars from the animals he had hunted to survive. Currently hanging above the fire was some fish he had salted during the day, now cooking for his new guest. Not a problem. He said simply,How are you feeling? he said with sincere worry, There are some clothes for you to wear if you choose. He added. I hope you dont mind me having dressed your wounds. he said turning slightly looking to her emerald eyes. I guess you dont like clothes, guess its something I will...have to get used to. He said, a blush spreading on his cheeks. Youre welcome to stay here as long as you want. The fish should be done in a few minutes if you want to stay for it. He smiled weakly as he turned back around. stoking the fire and making sure not to burn the fish. My name is Jordan, mind if I know yours, and exactly...what you are? He spoke trying to be as polite as possible. And why those...things were after you? He shivered as he spoke of the inhabitants of the castle. If you are worried about being found by them, you should be safe here, at least for a few days. He solemnly added, using the tongs to remove the fish from the above the fire and into a pan to cool down. Also... the blush on his face grew larger as he looked back to her. You are amazingly beautiful... He said softly, glancing away from her as he spoke. He hoped she would take this compliment as that, not as some lead-in to what, if the rumors were true, she had been forced to do back at that horrible castle.
Thread: Run like hell (Tristeza and Sigurd)

As she drew near, her eyes drew to the scars that laced his back. This man ahd clearly spent a long time in the wild. Fighting for his life. From the healing scars on her back, Kalu could connect to that, feeling more at home knowing this was someone who knew the dangers of the wild. Perhaps that wouldn't scare him off of her. Humans had crossed her path, at first drawn to her feral beauty, only to walk away when wild nature showed, denying her aid. Maybe it was one of the reasons she had been stuck in slavery for so long, despite her spirit. Kindred souls were hard to come by - in fact, he was the first one she'd come across since her first dive into the dark world of slavery. The mention of clothes made her smile, looking back to them. Still, the demoness felt fine enough as she was. Not at all, thank you for your help... She giggled softly at his embarassment. Cute. Sorry, it's stronger than me. I can put on the clothes if it disturbs you so much. He could feel the edges of her soft fur as she stood by his side, her tail waving gracefully behind her. Kalu. I'm... She sighed, staring at the fire intently. That was a tough question. One even she couldn't answer fully. ... some sort of... hybrid. My mother was a cheetah demon. Apparently, we were one of many races meant to serve as food, slaves or henchmen to the beings with power. Energy is stored in our blood, and those who drink it, if exhausted, are rejuvenated. However... mine not only regenerates them... their power increases for as long as it lasts within them. One simple truth that had lead to such a dedicated pursuit. It could be the enough to tip scales of power, otherwise balanced. Between those of power, the few who had come into contact with such information held it to themselves jealously, and one in particular was willing to risk it all to hunt it back to their possession. They will come. Nowhere's safe. Her brow raised at the compliment, her eyes sliding from the fire to his face. Cute indeed. Kalu smiled softly, sitting by his side. Thanks. It's... nice to hear that. she said, giggling lightly. It was nice to hear that without a second intention, without the threat of rape looming over her head. Despite her grim past, Kalu retained a gentle side that rarely came out. Jordan was lucky to see it first hand.