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Name: Jonathon Dore Occupation:Hunter Species:(chosen,great one, hunter, human, beast) Hunter Sanity: near blood drunk sexuality: straight kinks:(if any) unknkwn turn offs(if any): unknown weapons(if any): blunderbuss, and beast cutter, chikage appearance: yellowish hunters garb and light brown tricorne, 6 feet tall with red hair and beard and blue eyes abilities(chosen/great ones only): (if hunter)Hunter's tools/artifacts: none Backstory: brother to klara he fought alongside his younger sister, however he was locked away in a dungeon far to the west. Now free he wanders the streets of alder regardless of the danger theme:(optional)

((ello))

Beds of pleasure are large mollusks located in the ancient seas Some say they are myths tall tales to keep teens from masturbating and having sex before marriage Their are two types of beds of pleasure The female is known to produce hallucegenic pheromones making it's pretty see what they desire only to be dragged under the surface and killed The male is far different it's shell is larger able to accommodate a human being it uses tentacles to drag it's victims into it's maw once shut the victim is kept alive through fluids secreted from it's tentacles it feels off of ejaculate and will pleasure all who enter it's maw most victims are women and there are times where the pleasure is so great theit minds break. These victims are called the pleasure broke from locals most pleasure broke tend to swim out in order to be caught by another bed often times they swim too far. If they don't seek out another bed they will wander the streets looking for anyone or anything to pleasure them ((only lorewise I don't expect many ocs to get to this point))

((ello this twon has seemed to die"

((ello))

She found it the dungeon she has long to find or rather it's entrance But to enter is another story Lena doesn't know the correct ingredients to enter But she continues as her sanity slips

((yes))

//"Is that a joke? XD"

((which ones? sexual or battle?))

//"Probably XD EVERYONE IN THEIR POSITIONS"

((i think its time to create a story for our ocs))

((yup))

//"Holy hell"

((yup))

((Long time since we were posting here huh))

((ello))

"That would be perfectly fine with me!" He groans out his words as he continues thrusting roughly in and out of her. He finished growing his cock by now and was thrusting in and out of her with the force of ten bulls.

As ecstasy continues to spread throughout her little body from each thrust, she can't help but giggle at your suggestion. "I'm not sure I would mind. This does feel quite delectable. Though...would it really be okay to deny this body to the rest of the world."

He grins as an incredible idea forms in his mind, continuing to thrust roughly in and out of her. He pulls her up to him by her hair, whispering into her ears "Well, I'm pretty sure that by the end of this, you're going to be my little pet~"

Luzu can feel her insides rearranging as it tries to accommodate the half-breeds growing size and his non-stop thrusting. The gigantic length is hitting all the right spots. Luzu also giggles as he smacks her ass, making it jiggle with the force of his strike. "Yes! Abuse that ass however you'd like!"

Klarebtilts her head " I have seen no such men

It had been several years since the monster sightings began and the atrocities began in his small town. Roi E. Yatokami had been orphaned for several years now and over those years had trained himself into one of the foremost mercenaries in the field whether for hunting said monsters, fending off attacks on his clients by the roving gangs of marauders, or whatever else. A short while ago, his informant had finally tracked down the potential hideout of the one notorious gang of marauders who had made him an orphan by destroying his family and disgracing the women therein by raping and killing them. Now, at least he was strong enough to finally wreak vengeance upon this long overdue prey of his. Deciding that his would be the last face they would ever see in their miserable little lives and his voice the last their ears would ever hear, he set off for the docks where the hideout was apparently set in, not knowing that he would soon have an encounter that would change his life forever. He strapped on his usual gear, that being a rifle crossbow on his back, twin katanas to his left hip, a rough, handmade utility belt around his waist containing his secondary tools, and a leg rig on his right leg containing the throwing daggers, shuriken, caltrops, etc. With that done, he took out a talisman and summoned his tracker Shikigami, a pack of velociraptors that he had reanimated some time ago. He set them on the scent of the marauders’ trail and trotted along behind them through the ruined city. After what seemed like a few hours, he arrived at the docks and began to search each of the old, dilapidated houses set in and around the area for any signs of the marauders while his raptors spread themselves out in the vicinity within earshot, eager for some fresh meat, aka the marauders, their distinctive calls echoing in the air seeming akin to wolf howls.

the old inn where many hunters and outsiders reside. many hunteres warn not to go too deep into the back for you may not come back out

The town of Alder as many churches though this being the oldest, often abandoned but some say they hear the strangest of noises emitting from the church. they also say the church has been converted to worship of a dark god and that dark rituals happen within the bowels of the old building