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Thread: Whispering little moth, looking...

RE Come to me, like moths to a flame! May I ask, who is Ms. Sayako? Is that one of your characters? But, I'd be willing. Shoot me a PM. And also, bump.
Thread: Whispering little moth, looking...

RE Come to me, like moths to a flame! Bump it up! And also, look at my What Lurks in the Dark request thread.
Thread: Whispering little moth, looking...

RE Come to me, like moths to a flame! Let's bump this up for a few more views and maybe something to keep me occupied for the night, yeah?
Thread: Whispering little moth, looking...

RE Come to me, like moths to a flame! Going to bump this. PMs only for tonight.
Thread: Whispering little moth, looking...

RE Come to me, like moths to a flame! Bump, and a crappy attempt at editing and updating. I'll work on it better this week..
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Bump I s'pose.
Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

It was completely unladylike to fidget, a fact Josie found herself ruminating on as she stood in the courtyard of the church. She could feel the gazes of the townspeople upon her, and a rosy flush appeared on her cheeks as the wallflower found herself under intense scrutiny. She would have loved to go and wait in the carriage, partly to get away from the glances and partly so she could sit down and alleviate some of the pressure being put on her torso from the constricting fashion she was forced to wear. An exclamation from her mother drew the girls attention, and her eyes widened in surprise to find her parents speaking with a woman who was even more richly dressed then herself. Josies eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully as she witnessed this tableau, an uncomfortable feeling sinking in her stomach. Josephine could guess who the woman was, and what her mother was thinking. The Beauchamps were well known around these parts, although not often seen in town. She had heard that there was a son, but she didnt believe she had ever laid eyes on him. That wouldnt deter her mother, however, and her thirst to arrange a titled marriage. Their family had money, yes, but no prestige. They might own the largest house in the town but money would never buy the respect that her Kathleen Barlowe craved. In her mothers mind a marriage into a noble title would beneficial for both families because the Barlowes would gain a title and as the sole heir to the family her future husband would eventually inherit all of the wealth they had accumulated. The young woman resisted a sigh as well as she turned away from the spectacle, nearly running into a young man that had appeared. Oh! Im very sorry sir, I didnt see there. The blush on her fair skin intensified, this time in embarrassment over her absentmindedness. Josies blue eyes lit up in recognition at the mans name, and she dipped into a brief curtsey. Josephine Barlowe, sir. It is a pleasure for me as well. The shock of his appearance wore off, and she was able to study his features fully. David Beauchamp was wonderfully handsome, and Josie was finding herself as besotted as he was. Reaching up to brush away the unruly tendril of hair that had drawn his attention she also found something familiar about him. This is very forward of me, but I do believe there is something familiar about you. I feel as though we have indeed met before. Josie paused to take a breath, resting a hand on her narrow waist. She had worn a shawl around her shoulders to try and distract from the way her breasts swelled over the bodice of her dress, but the strands of pearls that draped around her neck only drew more attention. Did you used to live near here? I remember a boy in Barley Wood... She paused again, glancing back to ensure her parents were still deeply in conversation. No doubt they would soon descend upon her and demand to be introduced to David, but for the moment she could enjoy his presence unhindered and unharrassed.
Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

A wide and fetching smile of recognition spread over David's face. Jo-Jo, He fairly laughed out the name. You, I swear were my redemption before I was six and sent off to boarding school... Jo-Jo. He found it difficult to restrain from hugging her. David had not been permitted to play with the local children and grew bored to tears from his parents constant wrangling. He quickly learned to seek the solitude of the woods just west of the estate the dense and secluded Barley Woods. Where he played in solitude. He was a lonely child and ached for children's company. His active imagination, fed by hours of stories read to him by Nana Gerdy, was given free rein in the deserted woods. He would be knight, highwayman, squire, villain, armed with sticks and stones yelling out commands to his troops or pirate crew. Then, one day he met Jo-Jo, wandering lonely as himself. They played that entire day long and then met constantly by Danby Pond thereafter. They shared thoughts and hopes in a childish but earnest way and when David was in fact parceled off to school. His strongest regret was the end to their playtimes. He missed Jo-Jo more than he did any family member for that first year at Danbridge. The years clouded the memories of course but this chance encounter brought with it a flood of strong vibrant memories. Do you remember, the Swan, a name they had given a make-shift raft which they sailed over Danby Pond fighting off pirates and brigands. How many times did I rescue you from the evil Captain Wallace?... And, the rough made picnics and shared stories. Good Lord Jo-Jo. Look at you. You have grown to be a beauty. There would be no chance of you running off to meet me by Danby Pond now. You must needs have suitors by the score. I'm.. I'm overwhelmed at seeing you once more. Might I?... Could we ever... He reached out to take her hand but the gesture was interrupted by his mother's tugging at his sleeve. Come, come, David. Mr. Smithers insists that you meet Henry Barlowe and his family. You do tary so. In a like manner, Mrs. Barlowe dragged Josie over to join the company with her husband. The introductions were formal and correct which drove David to distraction. His only desire was to spend some intimate time with a rediscovered childhood friend and acquaint himself with the woman who struck him so. At the end of their handshakes, bows and formalities David mouthed a silent plea to Josephine Barlowe... After breakfast tomorrow... Danby Pond... regular place... Do come. He was given no time to receive either acceptance or rejection but hoped beyond hope that tomorrow would bring a proper reunion.
Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

Smithers arrived with his usual accompaniment of thugs. He sat smugly on the lounge, indicating that Josie should proceed to the center of the room. He had her spin about in order to appraise the look. Very, erotic. A lady of the night. A sexual vamp. He stood and approached her running his hand over her ass as if she were indeed his property. David is unharmed, though he does fret over you. I told him you were in good hands, that I personally would accompany you. How could you be safer than that? The girls in the brothel are quite taken with David. I allowed two of them to perform oral sex on him but that is all. We don't want him tired out. Many of the Ladies you met through me want a tumble with your handsome husband. He is quite a hit already my dear, after just one fucking. But, you know how word does get around. Thus far he is unharmed. But, if you fail to deliver on one detail of your assignment, he will be tortured. If he does return to you he will not be whole. His hand which was fondling her ass had slid between her legs and he caressed Josie there as he spoke. Now, enough of the threats and unpleasantries my dear. Let's talk about your evening. The Count is an older gentleman, in his early sixties. Still quite potent my love but needs coaxing, tempting, wooing. The three of us will dine at his flat. Be sure to flatter him, touch his thigh, tell him how handsome he is. As dinner proceeds begin to get more aggressive touch his cock, tell him you want him, ask him to take you to bed and fuck you. Tell him you are more aroused than you have ever been. If I perceive that you are less than enthusiastic in your portrayal of the temptress, word will be sent back to the brothel and David will suffer for it. Once in bed with the Count, I beleive that you will have to suck him into a full erection. He will likely take a long time to cum my dear. Use your hands, lips, cunt and ass to bring the man to an orgasm. It will not be a quick affair as it is with your young David. You will need to pretend to orgasm yourself many times for the sake of his ego. Orgasms and flattery are the by words when you are in bed with the man. I will be stationed to the side, watching your performance. I will be quiet as a church mouse. I may masturbate watching you offer yourself to him and writhing but apart from that. I will be only a fly on the wall. You will plead with the old fellow to let you stay the night to snuggle up naked to his body and dote on your newfound lover. If you satisfy, then David will be here in your flat when you return in the morning. I can't get over how ravishing you look my dear. He gave Josie a lingering kiss. He took her hand by the wrist and worked it into the front of his trousers. His cock was fully erect and Josie was forced to wrap her hand around it. Soon, the three of us, you, David and I will share that bed and frolic together... and you Josie will ask me to fuck you... to fuck you as David watches.... you see if it doesn't happen....
Thread: A Victorian Tale... Innocence Corrupted (Silvamoon and ThomasWaller)

During the day Josie had been trying to work through her nervousness, knowing that the fate of her husband rested on how convincing a prostitute she could be. Which unfortunately was not looking very well at all. Although she and David had explored each other sexually it felt natural at the time because of the love they shared, and now having to give her body to another and pretend to enjoy it was not something the young woman had any practice in. When Smithers and his cronies arrived she felt her nervousness increase, no words passing her lips as he ordered her to the center of the room for an inspection. When the maids had produced the outfit she had nearly refused to put it on, wondering how any woman would wear such a revealing outfit. Now she cringed away from the apprising looks of the spider man and his thugs, her muscles flinching when he put a hand on her ass. Josie longed to ask if her husband was unharmed, and Smithers obliged her too well. The notion that David was staying in a brothel and had other women touching him made her burn with jealously, and she had to console herself with the knowledge that at least he hadnt been harmed. When Smithers moved his hand between her legs she let out a whimper of dissent, her thighs instinctively clenching shut to bar the intrusion. Taking a deep breath Josie forced herself to relax and remain stoic, lest she raise the spiders ire in any way. As he began to describe what the evening held for them the young woman found herself growing fainter, not knowing how she would pull off the convincing portrayal that Smithers and his client demanded. She had absolutely no experience in faking pleasure, and the thought that a man who was old enough be her father would be touching her was repugnant to her. HowI dont think I can do this. She plaintively said, tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes. I am no actress. Yet the fate of her husband relied on her performance. The fact that the spider would constantly be watching was another frightening factor having an audience to anything intimate was not something she was comfortable with. Her worried thoughts were interrupted by Smithers lips meeting her own, and the young woman had to consciously force her body not to recoil away. Josie let her body be controlled by him, and didnt resist when he thrust her hand down his trousers and against his excited cock. She had a little experience stroking David to an aroused state, but she still felt hopelessly inept. Nervously she glanced away as her hand began to slowly work up and down, not wanting to see the evidence of his admiration. She didnt voice an answer to the spiders twisted fantasy, knowing that any unkind words she said would directly translate to pain for her husband. Josie felt like she was trapped in a nightmare that wouldnt end.
Thread: Yuna's Post Samples (Feel free to look but don't post here please)

So another thing I decided to add into my signature and help me kill time. P Anyways, whenever I do a nice and detailed post, whether on here or any messenger, I've been saving them on a folder on my laptop. I figured I'd show them off here whether to let people just read up on for fun or to see how I write. Maybe both I'm fine with whatever. Just don't post here, as it says in the title of this thread, please? Thanks Enjoy all! -LadyYunaFFX2 P.S. Do, however, feel free to PM me and give input on any of these.
Thread: Yuna's Post Samples (Feel free to look but don't post here please)

The abrupt noise of footsteps was the first thing which made Tayuya instinctively open her eyes. She half expected to glance up and see him reaching for a kunai or weapon of some sort. All her eyes saw were the crimson ones gazing down towards her. The word 'miss' made her recall she must be really coming off as quite the bitch she hadn't even introduced herself to him yet. The rest of the words that soon followed ... were anything but what she would have expected. In fact .. she had to lightly pinch herself. She was hearing things right? No one just ... helped her for the hell of it. There was always a catch or so it'd been that way every time in the past. The actions, though, had thus far said he really meant all that was leaving his lips. But ... why?! He even just admitted he knew of her role in taking Sasuke away and to Orochimaru so ... why?! It confused her so much. ... Tayuya and ... I'm grateful and all but if you even know what my purpose was, why? And am I missing some sort of catch? But otherwise ... yeah, I do want to. Back then ... he was the only thing - Snake yaro that is - keeping any of us alive and from dying even younger. To her knowledge, she'd never had a family. Or, if she had, they had gotten rid of her. Regardless, she grew up bitter and resentful of ... pretty much everyone, relying on dirty tricks and cruel tactics. Yet never once did she want to. But she had no other real way to keep herself alive. Her mind forced her back to the present, though, as she began to note how each and every word that had continued to leave her own lips was seeming to make her lungs ache. Her body was practically punishing her for talking. And to some degrees, she understood. More than anything, rest was probably would she should be doing. But the elder Uchiha had piqued her interest. No one had been like this to her and offered to help her with wanting nothing back. And if he was being completely honest with that, she wanted to know why. Though ... would it even matter? After she healed up ... what then? Hell, would he just drop her off at their destination then leave? So many questions continued to race through her mind as her eyes closed slowly again. And before the urge to cough tried to dominate Tayuya yet again, she bit on her lower lip, forcing it to stay away. She didn't want to look at her blood again that would have very likely been the sight she'd have seen.
Thread: Yuna's Post Samples (Feel free to look but don't post here please)

In between the outskirts of Gallia and Crimea, the camp for the Greil mercenaries had already been set up. The sun was barely still peeking over the horizon, hinting it was getting more towards the time when it was perhaps anything but safe to be outside ... let alone by oneself. Still, the time wasn't ceasing seventeen year old Cassandra from her training routine that Shinon had assigned her. He'd already headed back and rightfully trusted her to continue working on her aim and distance simultaneously by making her hit several different targets, each one further than the last. The first had been set up 5 steps away from her, the next 15 and the final 30. It had taken her quite the number of attempts but finally, Cassandra was working on hitting the very last target. An annoyed sigh left as she squinted slightly, determined light-green orbs gazing at the last destination for the night. Taking advantage of the fact she had yet to notch another arrow - thus only holding her longbow in her hands - her left ran through her raven locks. Focus ... She murmured lowly to herself. It'd been very tempting to toss her hand in the air and call it quits for the night but she could easily be as stubborn, if not more than, her own mentor. And now more than ever, she really wanted to make this arrow land on the last target. Losing your cool won't do you any good ... Nodding to herself after allowing her own words to echo gently in her ears, she finally notched another arrow, exhaling deeply but softly. She pulled back until the back of the arrow was beside her right ear. She kept her arm back ... and maintained her grip for a few moments before finally, she allowed the arrow to fly loose. Her heart raced and a triumphant YES! left her lips as she watched her target finally get hit. With a rather proud smile that bordered a smirk on her face, she headed off and began to collect her arrows, setting them all back in the quiver strapped across her back.
Thread: Yuna's Post Samples (Feel free to look but don't post here please)

Eager hazel eyes glanced up every now and again at the clock, glad to find an excuse to look away from the in-class assignment that the teenager had been given. The subject wasn't overly helping Algebra II. What idiot thought it was smart to find and include these subjects? Not like I'm gonna fucking use this when I graduate ... Thankfully, the sixteen year old Elena was in her last year ... and gods she was so glad. The thought of graduation and music from her I-pod echoed in her mind and ears respectively, the music helping her remain content enough to work. They were allowed to have such devices as long as the volume didn't disturb anyone else. Come break me down Bury me, bury me I am finished with you Look in my eyes You're killing me, killing me All I wanted was you ... As the song continued on, her eyes blinked as they gazed up, the next sight making her pause the music, albeit somewhat reluctantly. A red light was flashing specifically the alarm that went off during a major crisis like a hurricane or tornado, something of the like. Sure enough, an announcement was soon heard over the PA system ... ATTENTION STUDENTS! THERE .... THERE HAS BEEN AN ABRUPT SITUATION ... Even in the background, groans and moans could easily be heard. G-GET BACK FROM ME! DO NOT PANIC .... Her eyes rolled, a low scoff leaving her lips as a good portion of the students around her did anything but listen to those words. Some were already on their feet and admittedly, Elena was close to joining them. Whatever was going on, she didn't want to find out ... and standing still like an idiot would be a dumb move. But would it be stupider to waltz out into the unknown? The loud scream and sounds of something cracking over the PA - probably bones - helped her make up her mind, along with the entire classroom as most began to scramble out. Waiting until she knew she wouldn't try to get shoved over or away, she darted out of the homeroom, going up towards the roof ... hopefully one of the safer places.
Thread: Yuna's Post Samples (Feel free to look but don't post here please)

Outside in a clearing was a young maiden. From a quick glance, she seemed like a normal 17 year old girl. But there was a secret about her one few people knew of. In actuality, she was a witch. Another thing most humans didn't know there are three types of magic. Black, green, and white with each color respectively representing darkevil, neutral and goodhealing-types of magic. Most did lean towards Black magic but Elena was actually a witch whom practiced white magic. Still, with rumors of the Inquisition going on, she had to be careful. No one really ever tried to learn of witches, so all it would take is for anyone to learn of her true identity ... and that may very well be it for her. Kneeling down to pick some herbs and ingredients for her spells, a few of her red bangs hung in front of her pale blue eyes. What sounded like footsteps, however, made the medium-length hair whip around, landing against her back. Quickly standing to her full height of 5'4, she felt panic try to overtake her but her face remained calm. Gazing up and down the men in holy robes now before her, she spoke softly, May I help you two? The traditional white and red robes with a cross on the front adorned the two. They looked to one another ... before back to her. Rumors have been going around, Miss Elena. That's all we need. Her heart sank at the words and she immediately turned to break into a run. It seemed, however, they were used to and prepared for this. One of the men pulled a device out that looked similar to a wooden version of a lasso. What would have been the loop to wrap around her caught her neck. Now that she was caught in the mancatcher, she began getting pulled back. Coughing and gasping from the feel of the device, she let out a cry, the herbs dropping from her hands. This ... is a mistake! Stop! The man whom had been still grabbed Elena's wrists roughly and soon manacles clamped around them, securing them behind her back. Releasing the mancatcher from around the neck, each took an arm and roughly dragged her to the church. One took her down a set of stairs and into a dungeon. Opening an empty cell, he tossed her in roughly. Landing with an Ngh!, her back roughly hit the wall, helping her collapse to her feet. The other guard had headed off to the Bishop's office. Giving a light knock, he called from behind the door, We have found another. She is downstairs in a cell ... Moving aside, he would wait for the Bishop to either step out or give him consent to walk inside.