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Thread: Peeping Through Open Key Holes

Valafar never really getting a chance to respond to Astar was now standing at the exit trying to leave but with Lilit blocking his path it made it a little difficult and he was about to open a rift until Astaroth came beckoning at his side. He locked gaze with him not knowing if he could ever truly return but a strange sensation washed over him unlike any other at the feel of Astaroth's touch. He never thought it possible that this could happen in such a short amount of time but he felt drawn to enough to him that thought of calling him his mate seemed possible. Someone who could tame his hatred and yet indulge in his fetish for control and pain had earned the right for his attention. I suppose I can stay a little longer. He said as Astar was starting to arouse him once more by the sensual licking but knew that he should be getting back soon as his father would have a punishment waiting for him. Valafar wasn't up for getting tortured so he figured he would put up with Lilit's presence. He then slowly returned back to the couch letting his hand slip from Astar's grip as his steps distanced them. Litlit was relieved that Valafar had decided to settle back down and stepping away from the entrance she retorted back to Astar, Oh now you have an attitude with me what am I dog food now or are you trying to impress your little boyfriend? Come on Astar I thought you and I were friends when have I ever had to knock before? She asked in a sexual pouting voice as she circled around him tracing her finger around his shoulders. I can't help you picked an antisocial demon to toy with. I wouldn't want him anyway he is to grouchy I'm not sure why you are interested in him anyways. She peeked over her shoulder as she stared at Valafar who was giving her a distasteful look and she grinned that she seemed to be upsetting him. Oh come now someone needs to relax I'm only playing with you. I can be nice you just need to calm down. She then made herself comfortable on the couch next to Valafar as she didn't care that they had sexed on it. Valafar didn't hesitate to move away from her making a gap between them as he asked, So Astar since we have some spare time what was it that you want to discuss besides why wait til later.
Thread: Peeping Through Open Key Holes

Astar's face relaxed as the tension vanished after Valafar said he would stay he then followed behind him and was going to have a seat on his lap until Lilllit stopped him in his tracks as she questioned him, No Lillit I'm not trying to impress any one you just have very bad timing...and you might not had to knock before but that was when I had no one on my ass smacking my insides with their cock. He watched her try to be sexual, but had no patients for her game as he pulled away from her touch as he responded to her with harshness in his voice, He doesn't seem that way to me...he's just...misunderstood...you would be that way too if... He stopped in mid sentence as he figured that it really wasn't her business why he was the way he was, and figured that Valafar might find it bold of him to speak about his personal affairs so he turned his attention away from her as he continued towards the couch. He noticed that she continued to gab as he figured that she was getting a kick out of Valafar's anger, so he figured to stop her before things became out of hand, Lillit stop...badgering him will only get you slammed into a wall. His eyes narrowed as if to be warning her as he shook his head at Lillit to say enough is enough . He then sat down on Valafar's lap as he found it more comfortable than the couch that was until he moved away from Lillit who sat too close, and then was jostled around until he stilled himself once more. Astar's eyes then softened as he heard Valafar's voice once more and smiled as he asked him what he had in mind, but was afraid that he might hit a note on his nerve since last time he asked Valafar didn't seemed to pleased to answer. Well I don't want you to get upset at me so just hear me out, and then think about it...because I think you are remarkable, and have a strong sense about you that says natural born leader...so I have this big idea that I think you should find this tenth realm and find it's power, and well you be the king and take over each realm and then control them as your own. Astar then stopped as he looked over at Lillit who he had no intention of sharing this information with and then realized that his big secret of not wanting to be duke was now in the open. You better not say a damn word Lillit or I will sever our relationship real quick! He shook his finger at her violently.
Thread: Superhero City: (characters)

The quiet town of Kinosha, Japan is a town where everybody knows everybody. A place of peace and quiet, the school is full of top grade kids and the only high paying job is a nuclear power plant just outside the town. It was all calm until one day, a single error in part of one of the workers set the entire plant in a self destruct sequence that could not be turned off, in short time the power plant blew up taking the small town of Kinosha with it, there was no survivors. Just a couple of miles outside Kinosha was the grand city of Larina. The place was full of people from all over the world, when the explosion happened a cloud of dust covered the entire city, however it was not dust but particales of a very rare germ, a germ that wakes up hidden strands of DNA and wakes up people innate powers and abilities, slowly people are starting to feel the effects of the cloud, super powers. ----------------- OOC I would like all of you to start posting when the cloud happened. I will take up on suggestions if this will be a open rp or not since I am not sure yet. Characters Name Age Gender Personality Power dont go too overboard with it, start with a low power Likes Dislikes Kinks Limits Appareance
Thread: Superhero City: (characters)

RE Superhero City characters and Plot OOC Character Name Katsuo Haruyama Age Sixteen Gender Male Personality Laid-back, somewhat cocky Power Matter manipulation Likes Extreme sports, beautiful women, violent video games, big guns, big parties and fast cars. Hangs with his 'crew' a lot Dislikes Arrogant people, being disrupted when he's trying to relax, people who crash parties, and 'nubs' who get in his way Kinks Proportionality Limits Can only manipulate semi-solid objects at the moment, and then only for a short time, but that will change Appearance 5'7'', dark grey hair, steel-blue eyes, lean and athletic. Wears shorts, T-shirt, tennis shoes and backwards hat. Will do plot later
Thread: dragon age 2 fan-demonium

RE super. mega. craving Seriously...
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RE super. mega. craving edited.
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RE super. mega. craving edited. again.
Thread: dragon age 2 fan-demonium

RE super. mega. craving Definitely craving Hawke x Fenris and Fenris x Isabela. Anything involving Fenris actually. I just want to play that adorably vicious 'Little Wolf'
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craving beginning to border on obsession now...
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bumpity.
Thread: A Demonic New Friend...(ShyonexRhinestone Eyes)

... Mmmmh... Feels so fucking good... he groaned as he quickly stroked himself. A sudden pulsing feeling surged though him... Mmmmn... He slowly opened his sweet gray eyes and a low, slow chilling laugh then escaped his dark lips. It seems I'm being summoned. How fucking delicious. Well then I guess this pretty little human is just going to have to fix my little problem down there, since he so rudely interrupted me. A devious smile crept along Izaillir's sweet demonic face as he rolled over onto his back and pulling himself up by his arms. He hadn't had anyone summon him in such a long time, that he was starting to become a bit bored in this hot hell he called home. He just figured human's hadn't figured out what the correct symbol for him to be summoned was. He could smell the desire in this one. A male... burning with loneliness. 'The desire this boy had for another person tasted so good...' Yet another blood curdling laugh poured from his lips, his pearly whites revealed. He ran his long pink tongue over his very dominant canines, and ran his hair through his long, and red choppy hair. As usual he dressed. He wore no shirt preferable because as conceited as he was, he just found himself to be damn sexy. Leather pants, and boots that had reached just under his knee. A chained belt, spiked collar and armlets. His massive black ripped wings stretched as he rose from his mountain of pillows which he claimed is his bed. Down a long dark hall, the hall where you could hear the chilling screams of souls being sucked dry from their host, the shrieks of pain from the ones that were being eaten alive. Oh yes, Iza very much enjoyed those the most. Slowly, he appeared before a black swirling portal. Head first now, his gorgeous face appeared first and before him was a boy. A nice frame, small body compared to his slight muscular build, nice black hair, though looked like he didn't sleep much... Something Iza really didn't mind ravaging. He didn't discriminate against the males. They were tighter... much more filling. He licked his dark lips and the rest of his body phased through the black swirling hole, and he stood, a raging 6'9'', hovering over the boy. Iza squatted, his hands in his pockets and grinned wide at the boy. Now, now. What's a little boy like you summoning a big bad man like me? You lookin' for a death wish, Johnny Boy? He laughed low and growl rumbled across his delectable tan chest. And might I add, you happened to ruin some very important I was working on. Standing a moment, he found himself behind the boy, his lips near the other's ear. His voice an octave lower now, Izaillir... is my name... You've summoned me... What ever can i help you with? Need me to kill someone? his said with a taste of sarcasm. Iza moved his head over to the other side of the boy's head and purred into his other ear. Cut some fingers? A leg? An arm? A heart? A head? I promise i'll only scared them. Hmmm? Or perhaps you can help a demon out... With a problem in his pants. He laughed low into the others ear. And you are, dear human? Gaaah starting post, so short Dx Sorrysorry
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. Jill rannds
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RE Daddy's little girl Reyna took her time walking home from school. she had skipped most of the day and only showed up long enough to gather her things to take home for summer vacation. she saw no reason to hang out at school which wasnt doing anything when she could be out partying with friends. Her hair was long still with waves of partial curls flowing through her wave of golden locks. she wore a short black skirt and a short top which when she raised her arms showed off her full stomach and if she leaned just right gave all the guys a nice look at her young D breast. She had the same deep ocean blue eyes as her mother and her same fair complexion which tanned nicely when Reyna spent time outdoors. Being the head of the cheer leading squad for her school she had spent many hours outside which gave her that beautiful tan and a firm hourglass figure everyone loved. to say she was popular in her community and in her school was an understatement though most guys only wanted to be friends with her to get in her panties which she denied them but flirted openly when she could. however being raised with a single parent she was prone to trouble when she could find it. though she had the body of a young model she had the f you attitude of a street kid and wasnt afraid to tell you to your face of where to shove something she didnt like about you. mix that with the pot she smoked and the alcohol she consumed at parties and with friends who were much older than her and she was the playful bitch everyone loved and hated. sadly though her rebellous nature had landed her in a bad situation as she had cut allot of school and because of it would be a sophomore again next year. but she wasnt the only one as all of her close friends who had skipped with her was going to deal with the same fate. so the group of 16 yr olds could party yet another year. Making it to her house finally she sprayed on some perfume to hide the alcohol and weed smell from just having a few drinks and smoking a couple of joints with her older friends as she left school again, and then put the perfume back in her purse and headed inside her house. as usual she tossed her back pack in the middle of the floor and left it as she then went to raid the fridge of munchies.
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RE Daddy's little girl Reyna stopped as she heard her father's voice and noted the hint of aggravation in his tone. she moved from the fridge with a few items in her arms and smiled sheepishly at him it was fine daddy... just like every other last day of school i have ever been through she told him and gave him that sweet innocent look she knew so well as she better her deep blue eyes at him as she made her way to the counter with her items and started to put together a very large sandwich. so how was your day daddy? she asked gingerly as she glanced back over towards him watching him a bit and wondering at his tone still.
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RE Daddy's little girl Reyna noted her father come towards her and watched him as she made her sandwich and took a bite but then she felt his hand run through a strand of her hair and down her spine and heard his words of A very bad girl... with that and the fact he now pined her between him and the counter she was a bit unsire of this as she noted he didnt seem himself. daddy...what are you doing she asked as she tried to turn to face him.
Thread: Night & Day

Damn it... She couldn't help but think. She felt so... So caged underneath the ground. Why she agreed to do this for her father she had no clue. Yes, one of the many princesses of her people, it was an honor to be recognized as able to do this. Her father had lived a long life with his mother, over 12000 years so far. Leaving her to have thirty three siblings so far. And according to the healers, two more on the way. She pouted lightly, looking through the Embassy she was to call home for the next year. She would be missing their Fae celebration... Not to mention the month long celebration of the children's birth. Two if they did indeed turn out to be twins. Sighing, she brushed her midnight hair back behind her ears. She did so hate the new style of having loose hair about the ears, but her mother had insisted. As soon as she was able however, her royal braids would be back into place, however, she knew. Looking about her, dressed in a fine Elven silk dress of blue hues, she did have to say... The Drow did know how to make a building. Though... It wasn't what she was used to. Living houses formed from trees that had grown to be so was what she was used to. To tallans high in the air as homes and then buildings made of many great trunks of trees and their branches forming floors above ground. This world of stone, unyielding, hard... Cold. It made her wish to see the sun even more. The Drow had made a great source of light above in the ceiling of the Embassy, sort of mimmicing the sun. But of all people who would know the difference, it was a Light Elf. The fake sun gave her none of the energy she needed to live. The reason why her visit would only last a year instead of the five and ten that embassadors usually took in other countries was for that reason. Any longer and she'd grow weak. According to legends, she may even grow old! That thought shook her and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself. There was supposed to be a Drow Embassador to greet her soon, she knew. It wouldn't do well to look like a frightened sparrow. Even if she did feel like a song bird in a cage. Her blue eyes scanned the people - all Drow - that had gathered to see her as she came to the city, she wasn't sure if they were that welcoming. Many eyes were curious... But... The others... She was beginning to think the Embassy was perhaps a better place to say.
Thread: Night & Day

To say that Shuraste, son of the High Emperor of the Drow and a favored Concubine, eighth in line for the throne and likely to be moving up the line of succession quite quickly because he heard that his third eldest brother intended to kill the two that sat before him in the succession before the end of the year was cocky would be an understatement. Everything he did, his every word, his every movement spoke of the extreme confidence that he felt at all times. Even now as he made his way through the roads of the capitol city towards the Embassy of his peoples cousin race, not a single guard or evident weapon in sight, the bright colors of his clothing practically inviting a would be assassin to take a shot and improve his siblings chances of inheriting the throne. Despite all this not a single person attempted to bar his path, nor did a poisoned dart fly from the shadows to bury itself in his neck, to strike at him then would interfere with the duty that he had been assigned by his father and invoke the wrath of the Emperor. For the next year he would be the counter part to the ambassador the Elves had sent to live among his people, just as one of his sisters had been sent to do the same among her kind. With a smirk on his face at the thought of the trouble that his sister would cause the uptight Elves Shuraste approached the Embassy. The guards there attempted to search him to find a weapon, but these were men used to honorable combat while Shuraste had grown up learning the noblest of all Drow arts, to kill without being seen or detected, several weapons were missed by their less then perfect search and before long he was escorted into a sitting room where the ambassador would see him when she was ready, he was assured it wouldn't take too long. TO pass the time Shuraste walked around the room for a moment, looking at some statues, paintings and even a few books that had been left there to distract anyone waiting there. They were nice enough, all quite elegant but not in really beautiful in the way Drow enjoyed. To his eyes the tasteful nudity, forms that suggested sensuality rather then the full and aggressive nudity and full on display sexuality of all kinds that the Drow embraced in their art. How boring. He whispered as he flipped through a book of art, not a single piercing in sight, not turning as he heard the door behind him opening.
Thread: Night & Day

Shuraste didn't bother to look over to the princess when she first spoke, knowing that even if they were to be involved with peace talks he would need to establish his dominance right away, to show that he was the one who was in charge, who would be in control of everything they did. After all if he did a good job and ensured that the superiority of his species continued or was even enhanced through the talks then his father might have a few of his brothers that stood between him and the throne killed... if his sister did the same on her end then she would likewise see a similar reward, after all according to tradition when the first in line assumed the throne the sister who held the same station among the young ladies became his bride... technically for political reasons though it wasn't unheard of for Drow to enjoy the intimate pleasures of their siblings. It wasn't until she gave her name that he favored her with his attention, closing the book and tossing it aside in a contemptuous manner before even looking at her... and look he did. From the moment he first laid eyes on her desire was the first reaction and the longer he looked the more powerful it became, and in keeping with his nature he didn't do anything to try to hide it or keep it from his face, instead he was practically devouring her with his eyes, undressing her from the second he saw her. It was when his eyes met her that he smiled, a truly predatory expression and gave her a polite nod. Princess Aiena, I am Shuraste and let me suggest right away that we dispense with any long and official titles that we might have when we are addressing each other, otherwise a large amount of time will be wasted every time we greet each other. Now Aiena, I don't know how things are done where you are from but my people dislike getting right down to business right away, we prefer to take out time and ease into it. After all things tend to go better when both parties are at ease. Another subtle attempt to take charge, suggesting the informality and then right away just referring to her by her familiar name before suggesting not getting right to my work. Following after her he reached into the robes he wore, drawing from a hidden pocket two brightly colored slips of paper. There is a dance recital in the city, only here for a short time before it moves onto another city. I think that it would be a great chance for you to see a side of Drow culture that few of your kind are privileged enough to ever glimpse. Of course he had intended to skip out on this work tonight and take a lovely young Drow that he had met the other evening there but upon seeing how attractive the ambassador was he knew he had found better... and more tempting because what was better then something that you had to work for, to tempt, tease, seduce, and corrupt... the most satisfying meal of all. And it would of course be interesting, he had heard of the spells that elven novel women had placed on them when they were young, he wondered if what he had in mind would mess with that spell at all, after all Drow dance recitals tended to be quite entertaining.
Thread: Night & Day

The elf didn't seem to notice - or care - for his attempts at the upper hand. Seeming a bit more concerned about the book he had tossed aside. The books being her own, a gift from one of her teachers, a man who had happened to have attended to the last five visits to the Drow city. She picked up the book carefully, setting it on the table just as carefully before she looked at him. She then put her attention back to him, having listened to his words. Long winded and unnecessary she found much of them. Did he call her merely Aiena? That sounded strange to her delicately pointed ears, only siblings and spouses ever called each other so familiarly. At the least she might have been called Aienac, the 'c' added to her name to signify who she was. From her education, she knew exactly what he was trying to do, and knew it was going to go smoother if she just allowed the slight. Elves were patient beings when it came to those who didn't know better. She just wished that she knew he would not be trying her patience too much. She sighed at the prospect of skipping out on her work, but she was there to learn as well, and a dance recital couldn't be all that bad. The Elves had a group that did much the same thing. Humans had many more, but... Well, of course they did, they were short lived and as common as cockroaches, their skill was startling, but also... Rather lacking in comparison to Elves who'd spent so much more lifetimes to practice. The Drow would have to be an equally amazing. We really should not ignore our duties, Prince, she said softly, But you do have a point. The reason these Truce Years were started had been to learn of each other's people and culture... I would be honored to be your guest this evening. She raised a hand and took hold of her sleeve, presenting the cloth with few delicate fingers. Will a dress of this ilk be accepted to this event, Prince, or would you suggest something different, she asked him, This dress is rather common for my people, but I have brought some more ornate dresses for special occasions. Of course, none would be as ornate as his clothing then, the ornateness of Elven dress usually being brought out naturally from the shape and design of the cloth and piece. Whatever she chose was sure to bring more attention to her than even her pale skin, due to it's strangeness to his culture. But, she was female, unlike the men that had usually been sent in the past she was a bit more pliable and accepting to wear more than what she had merely brought.