YoriNya

Yes

No I did get through their story actually. I remember them now lol

Yeah, though I never played the expansions. I think I barely finished the story after being the champion honestly

I know very little, but I am excited to play a Pokemon for the first time in a while honestly! I want to be surprised!

This thing better glow in the dark.

Sorry this week has gotten a way from me. I'll try to work on something this weekend!

This rp looks really interesting. I'm not sure if I should make another idol or join the producer cast lol. I'll have to think about it over the weekend, but my weekend is very busy unfortunately I probably wont be able to make a decision until Monday at the earliest.

Floating doesn’t feel like floating when you don’t know you exist. The empty space you occupy doesn’t seem too scary when everything is black, but as soon as a dim light flowed towards him, the being began to fear. What did this light hold for him? Where was it coming from? Where did it lead? Those thoughts would never leave this place as the dim light grew blinding, pulling his very existence from the void he’d been trapped in. He was being reborn, and those thoughts and emotions had no standing in this new world. “Arlon?! Arlon, can you hear me?!” A high pitch frantic voice called. His ears were ringing with the words, but his focus was on the barrage of sensations his body faced. The cool stone floor was a stark difference to the warm hands on his shoulders, shaking him. The clothes on his body felt so stiff and course, feeling every fiber itch his all too sensitive skin. The voice was starting to fade into a whisper as his ears hyper focused on his surroundings. The crackle of a smoldering fire, the faint ting of a droplet falling in the distance, a scuttling of some unknown creature. “Arlon, please! Say something please I’m begging you!” The voice came back into focus as it became more desperate. As he focused on the voice, his sight came. At first it was too dark to see anything, but soon he adjusted to the dimly lit carven. A small smoldering fire sat just to his left while half melted candles adorned the walls. A book was haphazardly strewn across the room, as if it was tossed away in excitement or frustration. Before he could take in any more of the room, a feminine face filled his view. Her light green eyes were filled with tears, her soft cheeks flushed red and stained with tears. Her short mousy brown hair was a mess, needing a good brushing to tame it back in place. “Arlon?!” She choked as she stared down at him. Tears fell on his face, running down his cheek before settling on the floor. Suddenly he felt a great pain in his chest, one that he had somehow overlooked prior to this. Panic spread across his face as his hand moved up to grasps the cloth over his chest. With a gasp, he sucked in a breath as he shot up into a sitting position. The girl shifted back to move out of his way, the male panting for a moment as he caught his breath. He didn’t know he needed to breathe, or he’d somehow forgotten. As he took a deep breath, it felt normal and natural, like he’d always known how to breathe. After a moment he was laying on the ground again, the girl had wrapped her arms around him in relief and he’d lost his balance as he was knocked off balance. “Arlon! I’m so excited you’re back. I’m so happy it worked! I missed you… so much!” She trailed off, her sobbing over taking his voice. Somehow is seemed different than before. It no longer sounded pained; a slightly happier tone mixed in with the crying. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Somehow, he inherently knew how to speak, but didn’t know how to make the sounds he had in his head. As he let the girl let out her emotions, he looked around the room again only to be met with a man staring at him. After a moment, he realized that man was him. Silvered hair adorned his head, falling just to his ears. It was a shaggy mess, but at the same time, it seemed to be set in place in that way. Warm amber eyes stared back at him, scanning his slimmed facial features for anything thing that seemed familiar. His body was toned, but not overly muscular. With a wider frame, his shoulders were broad compared to the girl clinging to him desperately. He didn’t know what he was supposed to look like, but this didn’t seem right. The feature that struck him most as how pale his skin looked. He almost looked… dead. It was then he found his voice. “H…. He..y.” He managed out, trying to get her attention. His voice was course and gravely, like he hadn’t had anything to drink in days. The sound of his voice brought her out of her sobbing, releasing him as she moved back to sitting next to him. She looked at him attentively as she tried to compose herself, the sniffling and erratic breathing calming as she watched him try to formulate his thoughts. He didn’t have the energy to sit up again quite yet so he stayed sprawled out on the floor, looking up at her as he spoke. “Where are we?” “This,” She took a deep breath to steady her breathing more, “is a cave just outside of town. W used to explore it as kids, remember?” Nostalgia lit up in her eyes as she spoke. “You used to make fun of me for tying a string to the tree outside so we could find our way back if we ever got lost.” Her soft chuckle echoed through the small cavern. “I…. I’m sorry, but who are you?” At those words, the color drained from her warm colored skin. “What… what do you mean? I’m Veena. I’m your sister!” “Veena? That name doesn’t sound familiar. I’m sorry. To be honest, I don’t even know who I am.” He swallowed as he tried to moisten his dry throat. As he spoke, Veena became more and more visibly upset. She back away from him as he sat up, positioning himself to seeing her better. “I… I did everything the witch said. Followed the directions to a T. You mean…. You mean I didn’t resurrect my brother?! I… I gave up my virginity to perform this ritual…. My humanity….” She trailed off as she started to sink into hysteria. He moved forward to try to comfort her, to which his hand as smacked away, tears running down her face as fear replaced the happiness that radiated off the brown-haired girl just a moment ago. “No! don’t touch me! You look like my brother, but I don’t know who- What you are!” She scrambled to her feet, revealing her scarcely dressed figure. Her warm toned skin shown through the sheer dress. It clung to her ample chest and followed the curve of her hips. His first thought was why didn’t she feel cold? The tell-tale signs of night crept in softly from the hall at the far end of the room, the soft chirping of a cricket the only sound breaking the silence after her outburst. “I’m sorry, really, I am. I don’t know what you went through, but you need to calm down. You’re going to pass out if you keep breathing like that.” As he pointed it out, Veena suddenly noticed her hyperventilating, but she couldn’t stop. She had given up so much to bring him, her brother Arlon, back after his he died in the accident. But this person, this thing, in front of her looked and sounded like Arlon, but claimed to know nothing of who she was. It was too much to handle. After a moment, Veena collapsed. As quickly as he thought of it, he had jumped up and caught her just before she could hit the ground. His body was much more agile than it let on, though after what Veena had said, maybe this wasn’t even his body to begin with. He held her close to him, turning back to lay her on the makeshift bed he had constructed for the ritual. He gently placed her down and pulled the blanket over her to keep her warm. As he turned to focus on stoking the fire for warmth, a soft murmur made him turn back to face her. “You aren’t Arlon… You are just… a vessel.”

I'm sorry, but I will be retiring from this role play. I just have a lot of stuff going on in my life and don't feel I can give enough attention this deserves. I wish everyone the best and someone can take my character if they would like. Have fun everyone!

I hope things get better for you. I've been there and it sucks. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help if you want. *hugs*

Sorry! I meant much later down the line it would be interesting.

I'd be fine with either, but I do think things would be more interesting if the two mixed

After a quick trip back to her room and a nice cold shower, Zaria felt most like herself again. Her body had cooled off now, but her heat still burned at her. The 'treatment' was still affecting her quite strongly. She had started to doze off, her body and mind somewhat exhausted, when the high pitch ringing of the bell startled her wake. She swallowed a growl as her human half calmed the startled beast, climbing out of her comfy bed. She pulled on a loose t-shirt and some running shorts, wrapping her damp hair in a messy bun on the back of her head. She didn't bother with undergarments as she didn't have the energy to find either of those articles of clothing. After making sure her hair was secure, she padded down the hall to join the others in the Foyer. As she headed down the stairs, she noticed Austin on the center landing. She gave him a respectful nod as she passed him. See Laura had already perched herself in a comfy chair, Zaria joined her in the adjacent chair. She was trying to be mindful of her distance of the males in the pack. She was still leaking pheromones like a busted pipe so she thought it better to stay near someone that at least knew why she was this way. She glanced over to smaller girl and noted her puffy eyes. Placing a hand on her pack mate's arm, she rubbed the back of Laura's forearm. "Are you alright? I know you just joined us, so if you ever need someone to talk to you can come to me." She felt for the younger girl. Zaria was not born into this pack either so she knew it could be intimidating and even a bit scary trying to find your place. She gave Laura a warm, but slightly tired smile as they waited for the rest of the pack to show.

It was almost as if a pressure had been released as the needles were removed from her. No pain came of it, but Zaria felt a small wave of relaxation wash over her body. The process the needles had trigger in her body, while still in effect, was a tick less insistent. She nodded an acknowledgement as she listened to Samara's warning, covering her closed eyes with her left forearm. She needed to steady herself. She was glad the ceremony was tomorrow for once, it would be agony to live like this for any longer. When Samara's warm hands returned to her skin, the wolf relaxed back onto the table. She felt the gentle circling on her flesh, feeling the care her Gamma was putting into her. What she wasn't ready for was the renewed grip on her breasts. An audible breath was sucked in as she bit her lower lip gently, enjoying the teasing she was receiving almost a little too much. Her legs loosened open a bit as her sensitive nips where played with, Zaria keeping her arm over her eyes as she was frozen in place from the touch. If she wasn't a wreck of pheromones and lust herself, she might have noticed the arousal of her caretaker. It took a moment for Samara's words to content with Zaria's ears, or at least it seemed that way. The sudden touch to her fluid covered sex brought her arm from her face to pressed against her chest. The sensation was stronger than normal, almost a burning starting inside her as she craved more. She got her wish, for a moment at least. Feeling Samara's delicate finger enter her, her legs weakened and her hips began to trembled. With switch motions Samara continued her exam, Zaria at her mercy though not complaining. In fact her breathing had picked back up, the arm on her chest had moved to grope her previously teased breast. A quiet, lustful moan escaped her, but that was all she got as the exam ended. As the Gamma helped clean her, Zaria took another moment to calm herself. She sat up soon after, her face slightly flush with her apparent arousal. "I think I can manage. I just need..." To be bred, her wolf all but howled, "A cold shower." Swinging her legs around, she slid off the table. As she landed, her hand shot out to grab Samara to catch herself. Her legs trembled a moment before her strength began to return to them. After a few moments of rebuilding her strength, Zaria turned to her 'sister'. "Thank you." Her arms moved around the Gamma, feeling a tight hug before the other wolf released her. She prayed to the spirits this worked and that she might find her mate this season. If it didn't, Zaria didn't know what she was going to do.

Sorry everyone! I started a new job this week and I have to flip my schedule so it took a bit of adjusting to get used to the new sleep schedule. I post in the doctor's wing @Lady_Xien @DreamsnThings I'm so sorry it took so long! Since I work nights now, I might be posting later in the evening/wee hours of the morning. I'm so sorry again!