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Location: Inside Rose’s House A cry of surprise escaped Rose’s lips when a flare of pain raced across her cheek, causing her head to snap to the side. Tears of pain sprang to the corners of her eyes as her head spun slightly from the force of the strike. It had dazed her, causing her body to become limp and her grip on Anhara to slacked. She barely registered the words that were now being screamed at her. As she came to, she blinked her eyes as Anhara threatened Shane. That thought made her freeze up again. Dinner? Did she mean…? Rose paled at the thought, before she felt her stomach twist in nausea. Was she bluffing? Trying to put the fear of God into her? Shane was her closest friend, and she couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to him. She glanced at Shane, who was stood a couple of metres away from them, still growling in a threatening manner at Anhara, looking ready to jump the moment Rose gave the order. Despite being such a sweet dog, he was always willing and eager to protect his mistress, especially since she was the one that cared for him the most. “D-don’t hurt him… please…” Rose begged, her tongue flicking out to lick away at the blood that had gathered from the small cut on her lip. Even if Shane managed to successfully take Anhara down, she also feared him being taken away and put down as he would have had a taste for human blood. She had hoped that the mere presence of the large dog would be enough to scare Anhara away, but it seemed to only infuriate the girl even more. Rose needed to get herself out of this situation. To get away from Anhara. If she could get her hands on the home phone, then it would be even better as she could call the police. Maybe if she could keep Anhara talking, she could distract her enough to be able to break free, “W-what is it that you want? M-money? Valuables?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly.
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rp: main topic Craethiel Kingdom
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
Location: Outside of The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne felt relieved that the girl was going to stay in her caravan for the night. She could do without the company. She nodded her head, “Goodnight. See you tomorrow morning.” She said, picking up her potions and poison before she turned and headed back into the tavern. She ignored all the curious stares she got from the patrons and headed upstairs to her room where she put the items away in her bag. When that was done, she left and headed back down to the taproom where she spent the next few hours drinking ale, alone. The only person that had been ballsy enough to approach her that evening had been Luna. Everyone else stayed well clear of her, not wanting to intrude on her wall of silence. When she deeped that she had enough, she slipped off of her stool and headed up to her room. She closed the door behind her, making sure that the latch was secure before she moved over to the bed. Rayvenne stripped herself of her clothes, peeling them off of her until she was naked. She turned on the spot and gazed at the mirror that was on a dressing table within her room. Unconsciously, she reached her fingers to brush against the diamond shaped artifact that was nestled between her breasts, its claws digging into her pale flesh. Her dark gaze hardened a little as the corner of her lip twitched at the sight of her curse. The one thing in her life she wished she could get rid of. Perhaps only then could she finally die with some peace. Resolutely, she turned away from her reflection and pulled out a night gown from her bag before slipping it on. Given the rather tatty condition of the sheets, she didn’t climb between them. Instead, she lay on top of them. She wasn’t bothered by the cold and knew that the cold wouldn’t wake her up, so she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next morning, she awoke early. She opened her dark eyes and stared up at the ceiling, the familiar ache inside of her chest. The desire to move on, and to travel to another place. To get out of here. She shook her head, taking a deep breath as she waited for the feeling to ebb away. Climbing out of the bed, she stripped herself of her night clothes and dressed herself. She made sure that everything was packed away before she shouldered her bag and left the bedroom. She quietly exited the tavern, making barely any noise as she moved to avoid waking the other sleeping guests. Once outside, she moved around to the stables, glancing at the caravan before slipping into the stable itself. Maedoc was already awake, and nickered softly when he saw her. She smiled at him, stroking his long face before saying, “Good morning. Up for a trip today?” The huge black stallion snorted and she chuckled a little before opening the stall door. She slipped inside, before saddling the animal who seemed eager to be off. She then took his reins and lead him outside of the stable to see if Luna had awoken yet. -
I didn't think about that either lol But yes, that's a good idea.
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rp: side story Side Story: A Bad Deal
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Black City's Roleplaying Topics
Zack almost growled softly when she looked up, seeing the desperation and defeat in her gaze. It made his cock twitch hard. He had never thought he would find such humiliation to be exciting. He was a man who liked bondage, but he had never thought he would like to degrade someone like this. It was exciting in a way he had never felt before. The whores that he had fucked before, weren’t the kinds to be this humiliation. They had already degraded themselves beyond recognition. No, this girl was a delicate little flower. So sweet and innocent. So much to soil and corrupt. The gleam of lust in his eyes only grew in intensity as he watched her, pleased that she did not decide to try and backchat him. Satisfying her customer should be her top priority, and he wasn’t here to listen to her complain when he was paying her for a service. He let out another pleasured sigh when she took more of his cock into her mouth, the length hardening even further. When she coughed and sputtered, his cock twitched as he could feel her throat muscles constricting around the head of his cock, and it felt incredible. He tilted his head slightly as she apologised, stating that she was trying her best. He reached out, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb in an almost affectionate gesture, “Calm down.” He told her, his voice quiet, “You can do it. Take in as much as you can. Just relax.” He told her, shifting his fingers so that they curled around the back of her neck. He used the hold to pull her closer, guiding her mouth to his cock and practically pushing the hard shaft past her soft lips and into her delectable mouth. He pulled her down further, pushing his cock down to the back of her mouth. He stopped there, not pushing any further. “Take a deep breath, relax your throat muscles and push forwards. Push forwards until you feel as if you’re about to gag. Then pause and relax, pull back up, and try again.” He said, in the tone of someone conferring a favour by giving her hints on how to deepthroat a cock. He knew she would not be able to take his entire dick, but he was determined to make sure that she could get as much as possible in her small and sweet mouth. He wasn’t giving her hints for her own benefit, but for his own. He was corrupting her, making her into a better cock sucker for all the other cocks she was going to end up sucking on for the rest of her life. -
Location: Inside Rose’s House Rose’s eyes lit up with confusion when the bite of the tongue did nothing more than to add a sparkle of delight to Anhara’s eyes. What was this girl? Some kind of masochist? Who reacted favourably to having their tongue bitten? Rose knew from experience that she hated biting her tongue. It was always so painful, enough to bring tears to her eyes. So how this girl was able to look as if it excited her, she didn’t know. The young women tried to wriggle off of the sofa as Anhara pushed her against it, wanting to get as far away from this crazed bitch as possible. She then froze when she felt the blade pressing against her neck. All movement ceased at the feeling of that ice cold metal against her skin that almost felt as if it burnt. She didn’t even gulp, afraid that the movement would cause the blade to cut her. Her breathing became shallow, her panic and fear reaching new heights. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights as the blade moved across her jawline. Her blue eyes flashed with fear as the girl started talking about cutting her skin. What had happened to that really sweet girl that she had met in the woods? Had that been just an act? To fool Rose? She felt a flash of anger and shame, because she had been well and truly tricked. And she had willingly let this monster into her home, only to be attacked. She didn’t want to be violated. She didn’t want her first ever sexual experience to be with a girl like this. She wished that this was a nightmare that she would wake up from any moment now, but a part of her knew that this wasn’t a dream. That this was real. Her muscles trembled in both fear and the need to run away as fast as she could. If only she could get this girl off of her, so that she could run out of the front door. She knew her neighbour was in. Maybe the thought of witnesses would keep this girl far away from her. So while Anhara spoke, Rose lay perfectly still underneath her, waiting for a perfect moment to move. Her eyes flickered down at the blade when it came into view before she could feel the cold blade tracing her lips which twitched at the contact. She almost glared up at Anhara, before slowly parting her lips before she suddenly lashed out with her hands. They wrapped around the wrist that was holding the knife against lips and pushed it away from her, not caring that the action caused the blade to slice against her lip and causing it to bleed. She began to wriggle with all of her strength, trying to buck Anhara off of her before she screamed out, “SHANE!” A moment later, the german shepherd ran into the room, letting out a deep growl as he saw his mistress in danger and was trying to warn Anhara to get away from her.
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rp: side story Side Story: A Quest for Kraerhil
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
A colourful curse escaped Daedrin as he skidded to a stop, finding himself at a dead end. He looked up at the wooden wall, to a painting that hung on the wall before him. It was an image of Torak, who was smiling almost mockingly down at him, as if aware of his current predicament. He was almost tempted to slice it in half. But that thought was banished into smoke when he heard the rapid pace of footsteps behind him. Slowly, he turned and watched as four cultists came running into the corridor to surround him, their daggers glinting menacingly in the light. He noticed that the rims of their hoods were purple, marking them as sorcerers of some talent. With them, four Hounds moved at their feet, their upper lips curled up to reveal their long gleaming fangs. Their glowing eyes were filled with such hate and malice that Daedrin could almost feel their teeth sinking into his flesh. Daedrin raised his sword in a defensive posture, ready to react if they moved towards him but they remained where they were. That didn’t give him a good feeling at all. Another set of footsteps approached, these much slower than the first. He turned around to face towards him and almost sighed in annoyance when he found himself looking at the Disciple that had been in the main temple. He lowered his sword slightly, a furious scowl twisting the features of his usually impassive face. The Disciple paused at this, and Daedrin saw a flash of something in his dark gaze. Fear, perhaps? Well, the man had every right to fear him. And Daedrin would make sure to remind him of the reasons why, too. The Disciple took a step towards, his eyes glittering in fury, “So… they were telling the truth. You are his son, aren’t you?” He asked, the corner of his lip lifting in a sneer. Daedrin remained quiet, neither confirming or denying it. This seemed to amuse the Disciple who chuckled darkly, “Come on. Let there be no secrets between us. Why are you here? To try and finish the work your father started?” Daedrin snorted, tilting his head to the side slightly before he shook his head slightly, “You think entirely too much of yourselves, don’t you? Really, I was just passing through. I say was because I think I’ve changed my mind. I think I will do just that. Finish my father’s job.” He looked the man dead in the eyes, a malicious smirk on his lips, “Wipe every one of you pieces of scum from the face of this planet. I would be doing the world a favour by getting rid of you and your disgusting religion.” “Don’t dare speak such blasphemy!” One of the cultists snarled, causing Daedrin to throw back his head and laugh. After a moment he lowered his head and glanced at the cultist from the corner of his eye before looking back at the Disciple, “This… this is more than just a simple extermination right now. This… is a religious war. And you are the ones that will lose.” He raised his free hand and pointed it at the Disciple and said in a thunderous tone, one that they could not ignore, “My Father has passed judgement upon you! He has judged you file desecrators of Life. He has a special place in hell, just for you, where you will meet your false God! May the Divines have mercy upon your Souls.” The Disciple looked taken back by this, and a flicker of uncertainty ran through his eyes, much to Daedrin’s satisfaction. He didn’t care that he had revealed one or two things. It didn’t matter. They were all going to die by his hands. They had threatened his life, and he was going to make sure that his father’s judgement was passed down upon them. Since Izanagi was not here, he had a lot more freedom in what he could do. He was sure that his parents would not mind him doing this. They would not survive to spread rumours after all, and they were a threat that needed taking care of. A growl ripped from deep within his chest as he straightened even taller, the sound causing the cultists to flinch back in surprise. It sounded like a feral beast that hungered for their flesh, to hear their screams as he tore them apart with his bare hands. His pale skin started becoming paler, becoming almost as white as a sheet with a slight ethereal glow to it. His eyes closed for a moment before they opened again, the whites of his eyes disappearing only to be replaced by a glossy blackness that seemed to draw your eyes towards them. His iris remained their blood red colour, but now they glowed from a kind of inner fire. Two horns emerged from the side of his head before twisting upwards. His lips parted in a sinister smile, revealing long canine teeth before he hissed softly. This was a part of him that he kept locked quite firmly and good reason. He could feel the bloodlust rising, urging him to maim. To kill. To make them suffer. He knew that they were weak against him. He was a son of his fathers, after all. He couldn’t be taken down by mere Torak worshippers. It took a lot more than that. He let out a chuckle, his voice even deeper than before. He tilted his head, his lips curving in coy smile, “So… you want to try and sacrifice me for your false God? Well… come on then. I’ll even let you get in the first hit.” He said, opening his arms in invitation. The Disciple suddenly looked a little less sure of himself, but he drew himself up and hissed, “Attack him!” The first to strike were the Hounds. The four of them bound towards him with one great leap. Their jaws were open, wanting to rend him limb from limb with a snarp of their teeth. Daedrin wanted to laugh at their pathetic attempts. He swung in a circle, his blade gleaming in the dim light of the corridor. His movements were even faster than before, and he easily sliced his way through the creatures necks, splattering blood across the floor. He then raised his sword and admired the light coating of blood that was now on the sword. He looked back up at the Disciple and asked in a playful tone, “Who’s next?” One of the cultists behind him, lifted his hand and yelled out, “BURN!” Before firing a fireball at Daedrin, who did nothing to stop the attack. The fire splattered across his hair and his face. Calmly, he reached up and patted the flames out before turning his head to stare at the cultist, “You really thought that would work?” He asked in a mockingly pitiful voice, “Aw. You clearly don’t know anything. Daedra walk through fire on their way to school. Do you really think that it would hurt me?” He let out a tut. The cultist opened his mouth to shout out another attack, but all that emerged from his mouth was a spittle of blood. He blinked uncomprehending eyes before he shakily twitched his head down to stare at the sword that had become embedded in his chest. It didn’t run through his heart, preventing a quick end. The man tried to draw in breath, but it only gurgled in his lungs before he made the mistake of looking up into Daedrin’s eyes. A scream of terror tore from his throat, the sound so loud and raw that it ripped the flesh of his throat. His face had become a pasty white in colour and his eyes had become so wide that they threatened to bulge out of his skull. Daedrin’s smile turned even more sinister before rotating the blade within the mans chest. He let out a grunt, coughing up blood before he let out a sigh as he slumped. Daedrin stepped back, drawing the sword from the man causing him to collapse to the floor, dead. The cultist closest to him jumped at him, their dagger held high so that they could strike down. But he let out a howl of pain as Daedrin casually swung his sword in an arch, slicing the arm off. The cultist dropped to the floor, cradling the stump of his arm. He raised his head, but before he could even allow his eyes to grace Daedrin’s face, his head bounced off of the floor, rolling away as the Daedra casually beheaded the man, feeling no remorse or guilt at the lives he was taking. Daedrin then turned in a flash, jumping on the next cultist who was too slow to react to the attack. This time, he didn’t bother using his sword. With his Daedric strength, be punched the man in the face, pushing his head back until it collided with the wall. His skull was easily crushed, sending a splatter of blood and brains up the wall. Daedrin pulled his hand back and turned towards the last cultist, making a ‘come hither’ sign. The cultist was trembling in fear before he lifted his hand and pointed it towards Daedrin, “Shock!” He called in a quivering tone, causing a bolt of lightning to jump out of his fingers towards Daedrin. Quicker than their eyes could see, Daedrin raised his sword to act as an antenna. Despite the fact that he couldn’t use the abilities of the sword, he could still allow the crystals to absorb the energy of the attack. The handle grew warm under his grip, and he was glad that he was his Daedric self right now, otherwise it would have left him with horrific burns. The moment the attack stopped, Daedrin lunged forwards, plunging the hot blade deep into the chest of the man. He pulled it back, allowing the man to drop lifeless to the floor. He then turned around to face the Disciple with a twisted grin on his lips, “Your turn. I sure hope you don’t die as easily.” He said, the hallway filling with his menacing chuckle. The Disciple growled, his eyes narrowing before he hissed, “Pulse!” A dark pulse suddenly emitted from him, darkening the area around him. It reached Daedrin and it made the corners of his vision flicker as a darkness began to consume it. He wasn’t scared, however. The man lifted a hand, pointing it towards him as a spark of lightning danced out. This time, Daedrin was too slow to stop the attack as it struck his heart, sending a shock of electricity through it. He snarled at the pain that laced down his left arm. His fingers became lax, causing his sword to drop to the floor with a great clatter. He stumbled backwards, his back pressing against the wall as he felt his heart quivering and giving out on him. His raised his head and looked at the Disciple who looked smug, “Well. I guess you weren’t that hard to beat after all.” He said. His smug smile dropped when Daedrin chuckled, “Oh, you foolish little cultist… You can’t beat me like that. If you take out my heart… I have another spare!” He then laughed as he felt his left heart still. His right heart however, continued to beat strongly, keeping his blood moving throughout his body. He couldn’t function for too long with only one heart, but it was enough time. Before he could do anything, another cultist suddenly came running up behind the Disciple, “Your most holy! We have a situation in the Temple! The Hierarch has been killed!” He shouted in a panicked tone. The Disciple, forgetting Daedrin for a moment, turned around to face the cultist, “WHAT?! WHAT HAP-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before a sword ran through his stomach. He looked down, gaping in shock. His hair was gripped tightly before his head was thrown back and he was forced to look up at Daedrin’s face as the Daedra grinned down at him with sharp teeth, “Oh that was a mistake… turning your back against me. And now… the very last Disciple of Torak… is going to die.” He chuckled, before fixing his eyes upon the Disciple and unleashing the full terror of his eyes. The Disciple screamed like a woman, making the cultist in front of him flinch with wide eyes. Daedrin’s nose twitched as the smell of ammonia assaulted his senses and he realised that the Disciple had become so frightened that he had pissed himself. He chuckled before tossing the man aside, allowing him to fall off of the sword. For good measure, he stamped on the man's head repeatedly until it snapped open like a watermelon. He then turned around the the cultist and smirked before whispering, “Run.” The man whimpered in fright, before turning and running like a rabbit with a wolf snapping at its tail. As soon as he was out of sight, Daedrin slumped against the wall as he could feel his strength beginning to flee him. With shaking hands, he pushed his sword into its scabbard so that he would not lose it. He closed his eyes, pulling his Daedric self deep within it, causing his appearance to return to normal, despite the blood that was splattered on his clothes. He then lurched forwards, using the wall as a means of support. He needed to find Izanagi, before he collapsed. He didn’t know how long it would take for his heart to heal, so he hoped that if he could find the other man, he could help him jumpstart it. He stumbled, falling to the floor. He let out a snarl before using the wall to push himself up before he continued to stumble forwards. The edges of his vision flickered as it threatened to give out on him but he stubbornly clung on. A thin film of sweat covered his body from the effort of keeping himself awake and moving, glistening in the dim light. He couldn’t fall unconscious in this place, not when it could leave him so vulnerable.- 152 replies
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rp: main topic Craethiel Kingdom
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
Location: Outside of The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. When Luna repeated back her list of desired items, Rayvenne nodded her head to confirm. She watched the girl think it over for a few moments before extending her hand in the ritual sign of a sealed deal. Rayvenne reached forwards and gripped the bunny girls hand in a firm grip that was like steel. A handshake that had often surprised people, especially men who had not expected a woman to have such a strong grip. She then pulled her hand away and picked out the potions that she had sold her services for. She gently put them down on the small counter, tilting her head up to look at Luna, “When are you wanting to head out? The soonest I’m willing to do is tomorrow morning. I’ve already rented a room for the night at the inn. So I’m going to go back inside, enjoy a few drinks and then retire for the night. I can see you out here bright and early.” She said, hoping with all of her heart that Luna didn’t insist on coming in and joining her for drinks. Rayvenne was going to be spending a week or more with her, any more time was sure to drive her insane. It wasn’t that she had anything personal against the woman. She just found the very cheerful attitude to be quite trying. Rayvenne wasn’t a cheerful person. She didn’t have any reason to be. She had learnt to keep herself to herself, and only deal with people in a cold, logical manner. It was one of the reasons why she was so disliked throughout the land. She was a good monster hunter, but she scared people with her strength and prowess. -
Location: Inside Rose’s House The look in Halie’s eyes did not make Rose feel any more at ease. They seemed to glow with excitement, as if she found scaring the smaller woman thrilling. Rose didn’t like it at all, and she was trembling with the need to run away. She was so confused as to what was going on and it was obvious she was in a state of panicked confusion by the way her eyebrows drew together, arching up slightly. She stared at the girl in confusion when she stated that Rose shouldn’t call her Halie. Her throat shifted as she gulped. Anhara? That was her… real name? Why had she liked to Rose? The young girl’s breath caught in her throat, feeling as if it was freezing on the insides of her lungs. As the girl leaned towards her ear again, Rose tried to lean her head again. At the words Anhara spoke, Rose found herself routed to the spot as her mind went completely blank. Rape her? Time seemed to slow down for the young woman as she felt the world tipping around her. Her head spun and she found the breath stolen from her lungs. No. This couldn’t be happening. Surely. This was just a dream. A terrible, terrible dream. A nightmare. Her hope that it was a dream came crashing down to reality when she felt Anhara’s hands pressing against her arse, pulling her closer. Roses’s mind exploded in panic and she tried to wriggle away. She drew in breath, about to scream to Shane, but Anhara moved quicker than she did. Within a moment, Rose found the other girls pressing against hers in a forceful kiss. Rose froze in place, her blue eyes wide in shock. This was the very first kiss she had ever experienced with someone, and it had been forced upon her. She tried to pull away, but to her shock and disgust, she felt a tongue pushing into her mouth, pushing deep. Her stomach coiled, threatening to expel its contents. This was sick. So sick and wrong. Rose was frozen to the spot for several moments before she began to struggle. She put her hands on Anhara’s shoulders and pushed as hard as she could as she wriggled. She knew she had the disadvantage of height, as she was much smaller than the other girl and was no doubt weaker. But she didn’t care. Desperation gave her strength that she didn’t realise that she had. She then viciously bit down on the tongue inside of her mouth, surprising herself with the growl that escaped her throat. She didn’t want this. She wanted Anhara to stop. Rose pulled away as hard as she could, stepping backwards. Her stomach almost dropped out of her body when she felt the back of her leg collide with something solid and she began falling. The hands that were pushing Anhara away suddenly began to clutch at her out of instinct as she fell back against the sofa with a yelp of surprise.
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Neptune replied to Manni's topic in Manni's Superhero RPG!'s Gamers' Rest [Out of Character]
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“Oh shut up.” Ruby said, lightly smacking a hairless chest as the man that she was snuggled up against chuckled in amusement. He was a handsome looking man, with short black hair and dark eyes. He was also quite muscular, with his muscles bulging underneath his skin. The only thing that marred his appearance were purple bruises that blossomed across his chest, and the dried blood that clung to his chin from his split lip. Still, that didn’t bother Ruby in the slightest. He had been fighting after all, and they had just finished celebrating with each other. “Hey, it’s true. I could.” The man protested, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and determination. She shifted, moving so that she straddled his hips with a playful smirk on her lips. She tilted her head to look at him, looking like a playful kitten as her hair spilled down her shoulder. She leaned down so that she was closer to him, “I think you’ll need some more time to train before you can beat his ass.” She told him. His hands trailed up her naked thighs to settle on her hips. “I can do it.” He said with conviction. Ruby’s smirk widened even further, finding such talk hot. A part of her doubted that he could beat the current Cage Champion, but she had to admire his balls. Maybe he was doing it to impress her, or maybe he really thought he could. Either way, it was attractive. She leaned down further and kissed him slowly and sensually. She then pulled away from him, licking her lips, “Then maybe you should try.” She told him in a whisper. His eyes flashed with lust, and he moved to kiss her again but her arm computer beeped at her and she looked at it. She straightened with a curse, “Fuck. I need to go.” “What? Now?” He said, sounding disappointed. He remained lying on the bed as Ruby slipped off of him and began to gather her clothes, getting dressed, “Yes. Now. I promised my dad I would help him tonight. Jack is waiting to take me. At least I hope so.” She said, shrugging on her fur coat. She then came over to him, kissing him deeply one more time before she smiled, “I’ll see you later, okay?” She said. The man pressed his lips together before nodding, “Yeah. Sure.” He said. Ruby turned and quickly left, her high highs clicking on the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse that she was currently in. The current base for the cage fights, away from the public eyes and only for those that were invited. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, trying her best to make it look presentable. She emerged on a small balcony to see the empty cage down below in the main part of the warehouse. There were still some people here, talking, drinking and taking recreational drugs. Her eyes scanned them before falling on a tall, brown haired man. She grinned slightly before quickly descending the stairs and heading over to him, “Hey Jack~” She sung out, causing the man to turn to look at her. “Ah, finally done congratulating the winner I see.” He said with a grin. “Of course. It gives some encouragement to the winners to win this fine prize.” Ruby said, indicating herself causing Jack to snort in amusement. He shook his head before saying, “Come on then.” He gave a lazy salute to the man he had been talking to before he lead Ruby out of the warehouse to his rather scrappy looking car. The two got inside and Ruby leaned back in her seat as her friend started driving off through the city. She didn’t bother putting on her seatbelt. She never did. While she knew it was dangerous, she didn’t really care. The thrill of the danger excited her. She turned her head to look at her friend before asking, “So how much did you make tonight?” Jack glanced at her before shaking her head, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He asked with a chuckle. She smacked his arm, but knew that he wouldn’t say anything else. He was always quite secretive about the amount of money that he made. She often thought that he made himself look poorer than he actually was, just to throw people off. He was quite selfish when it came to his money, and he tended to cling to it. Out of all the time she had known him, she didn’t think he had even bought her a lousy dollar burger. Tightass. The car came to a shuddering stop and she looked out of the window as Jack said, “Here you go.” “Thanks, Jack. I owe ya.” Ruby said, pulling on the inner handle of the car door. “Mm. Like you always do.” Jack said as she got out. She laughed at that before closing the door and waving as he drove off. She turned around and headed into the apartment complex and to the lift. She pressed for the tenth floor and waited as it ascended to the tenth floor. She got out and quickly walked to her father’s flat, pulling out her key and pressing it into the lock. She got inside, closing the door behind her as she pushed the key into her jean pocket. She then went into the living room where she found her father wrapping up bags of drugs. He glanced at her, “Hey sweetie. How was the fights?” He asked. “Pretty good. Frank won, again. He seems to think he’s good enough to take on The Man.” Ruby said, sitting down next to her father and reaching forwards to help him. Her father snorted, dropping the bag he was holding into a small pile of them. He picked up a box of cigarettes from the table and pulled two of them out. He placed them between his lips and lit them before handing one of them to Ruby, who accepted it and started smoking it as they continued their work. “I don’t think he will win. He just doesn’t have the staying power.” James said, to which Ruby couldn’t help but nod in agreement. She had spent a lot of time with these fighters, and could determine who was the better candidate to win. Sometimes, one or two of them would surprise her, but ultimately she was quite accurate. It’s why she often betted on the fights, which gave her a good enough income to pay for the expensive clothes she wanted. That and her father paid her for her help, so she was reasonably well off. She knew that gambling and helping process drugs was not the best way to make money but she didn’t care as long as it got cash in her hands. After she had helped her father bag everything up, they shared an evening meal of ordered pizza before James left to make his delivery. This left Ruby to her own devices in her bedroom, lounging on the bed as she counted the money that she had made that night. There was a soft beep that she ignored at first, but when it happened again, she threw an annoyed glance at her arm computer. She then paused when she saw that there was an update. The Hero OS update. She blinked, unsure as to what was going on. She then shrugged and accepted it, not really caring for what it did. She returned to counting her money as the update installed and the computer restarted. She rolled up the cash and put it in the top draw of her bedside table before she looked at her arm computer again to see that it had booted up. It didn’t look any different from usual, although there were some new files that caught her attention, including a video file and a text file, “Just what the fuck?” She asked.
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Donovan stared at the computer screen in front of him with blank eyes, barely registering the words that were displayed, the text blurred and out of focus. He seemed unable to bring his attention back towards it, despite knowing that he needed to read it. He had even forgotten what it even was supposed to be about. But he was deep within his thoughts, wondering about where it had all gone wrong between him and Charlotte, his wife. He was beginning to doubt that she had any feelings for him to begin with, and was merely attracted to the uniform that he wore at the time when he had been a patrol officer. Now, as a detective, he wore plain clothes which usually consisted of a smart looking suit due to his dislike of casual clothing. He figured that he was unfortunately far too deep when it came to his marriage. They had a child, after all, and he wanted to have her within a stable relationship. Besides, he doubted he would actually find anyone else at this point. He was far too quiet and reserved to go out and meet someone new. And a part of him was admittedly scared of failure. “Donovan? Are you even paying attention?” A voice said, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. His eyes moved over to his partner, Laura. She was a woman of medium height, with brown hair that was cut off at the shoulders. She looked pretty, although her nose was a little too large for her face, but her brown eyes were compassionate. It made her great for dealing with the victims of crimes, as she could make them feel at ease and thus open up more about details they might otherwise hide. He rather liked working for her, and viewed her as a good friend. “I apologise.” Donovan said softly. Laura rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest before she said, “I said, we should leave it for the day and head home.” Donovan glanced at the clock and saw that it was the end of the shift. He gave a slight nod and started shutting down his computer for the night. He would read whatever it was tomorrow in the morning. Laura spied him out of the corner of her eye a couple of times before she asked, “Would you like to go for a drink, or something?” Donovan glanced at her before standing up and shaking his head, “No. I need to be home to look after Lily.” He replied. Laura looked disappointed, but didn’t outwardly state so. She sighed and asked, “Isn’t that the third time this week?” “Yes.” Donovan said, before leaving the office. Laura was quick to follow him, “What about Charlotte? When does she look after Lily? Where is she this time?” She asked, sounding a little scornful. Donovan frowned, not really liking this invasion into his life not the tone that she was taking, “With her friends. She spends all day looking after Lily.” He said. The slight note of reproach in his tone made Laura snap her mouth shut as it was clear that he didn’t want to discuss it any further for which he was relieved. She rather meekly excused herself and darted down another corridor of the police station, leaving Donovan alone as he made his way to the carpark. He quickly found his way to his car and got inside, snapping the door shut behind him. He let out a sigh of relief now that he was in relative silence. He stuck his key in the ignition before turning it and starting the engine. He then pulled out and began the drive towards the closest Residential District, his home. He would be glad to get home, and see his beautiful daughter again. She was the main reason he kept going with Charlotte. She was the most important person in his life and he would do anything for her. Even put up with the cold and distant Charlotte. A vague thought wormed into his mind, wondering if she was cheating, but he quickly shook that thought from his mind. He couldn’t allow thoughts like that to threaten the fragile peace that existed between them. He knew Lily was his. She looked too much like him to not be his child. When he paused at a traffic stop, he glanced at some of the people that were walking down the street, chatting happily and not disturbed by any kind of negative thought. He envied them that, but he would never begrudge them their happiness. He turned his eyes back to the road as he started driving again as he took the very familiar route back home. A route he had been following for years, ever since working at the police station. A job that he wasn’t likely to give up anytime soon. While his life had become quite predictable and routine, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He had a stable job, a good house and a beautiful daughter. He was quite content, if it had not been for the thorn that was Charlotte. But he knew that everything had its ups and downs. He could put up with it. He pulled into the driveway of his home, bringing the car to a full stop before he pulled the keys out and got out of the car. He closed the door behind him and walked up the short path to the front door. He glanced up towards the dome that covered their city, not paying it any second thought. It was, after all, as permanent as the air to them. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing the door, “I’m home.” He called out, as he usually did as he took his shoes off to leave them by the door as they had a strict rule about shoes in the house. “About time.” Charlotte called from the kitchen. Slipping his keys into his pocket, he moved towards the kitchen and paused at the door. Charlotte was inside, putting her things in her small bag. She was tall for a woman, just a little shorter than himself and she was quite slim with a luscious curvy body. Her long blonde hair was curled up in a bun, and her blue eyes stood out with the make up she wore around them. She was wearing a tight pink dress that went down to her knees and she was wearing white high heels. She glanced at him, but then turned her attention back to what she was doing, “She’s in her bedroom.” She said in a disinterested tone. Donovan didn’t respond verbally, merely nodded his head as he continued to watch her. She was quite the catch, physically speaking, but he was beginning to wonder what else he had seen in her. Personality wise, he was beginning to see that she was quite shallow. Charlotte pulled her bag up, slinging it over her shoulders as she said, “I’ll be out late. Don’t wait up for me.” She then walked past him to the front door and then left. Donovan had been hopeful for at least a peck on the cheek but, as usual, he was disappointed. Ignoring the bitter taste in his mouth, he turned and headed upstairs. He went to Lily’s room and slowly opened the door where he saw a beautiful little blonde haired, blue eyes girl playing with her favourite toy. A purple teddy bear that he had gotten for her. All thoughts about Charlotte disappeared as a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. He stepped inside, drawing the attention of the toddler. Lily smiled widely, “DADDY!” She called out happily as she jumped up and ran towards him. Donovan swept her up in his arms, holding her close, “Hey, sweetheart. How about we play some games together?” He asked, causing her smile to widen as she nodded vigorously. Later, when he had put his daughter to bed, Donovan sat alone in his study, reading a book that he had been meaning to find time to get to. This was one advantage to Charlotte not being demanding on his time. He could use his free time to do what he wanted. A sudden beep distracted him though. He looked down at his left arm where his Arm Computer was. It looked almost like a tablet that was attached to his forearm with a black, metallic looking case. He saw that a message had popped up saying that there was an update. Donovan frowned, as he couldn’t remember there being a scheduled update. Closing his book, he placed it carefully on the table before looking closer at the screen of his arm computer. He then frowned a little in confusion when he saw that it was the ‘Hero OS’ update. He was a little taken back by that, as he didn’t recognise it. Erring on the side of caution, he pressed the dismiss button. However the arm computer beeped at him again and an alert message came up saying that the update couldn’t be cancelled. His frown deepened even further and he once again tried to cancel the download but again he wasn’t able to. He sighed, feeling annoyed. Well, perhaps he could download it and get it removed tomorrow. Or see if he could get a new arm computer. He accepted the update and watched as it downloaded and installed itself. The arm computer restarted itself, booting up with the Hero OS instead of the standard OS that he was used to. When it finally got into the actual OS, he saw that not much had changed. It looked the same, although there were some new functions, and new files. He looked at the files, seeing that there was a video file, as well as a text message from someone. What kind of malware was this? He really needed to hand this into the police, for them to look over so that they could find whomever it was that was hacking arm computers.
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Character Identity Information Name: Donovan Lyvon Age/Date of Birth: 28 Gender: Male Species: Human Origin: Mega City One Nationality: Altechian. Occupation: Police Officer (Rank: Detective) GAME + Genre: Realm of the Knights (Single Player RPG.) Physical Appearance Height: 188cm (6’2”) Weight: 76kg (167.5lbs) Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blond Physical Description: Donovan is a tall, slender looking male. He has quite a lithe body build, looking as if he is made to be a runner. He doesn’t seem to have much muscle mass on him, but he is stronger than he looks. No matter how much he works out, he doesn’t tend to put on much visible muscle mass, yet he is stronger than an average male. He is usually seen wearing smart or formal clothing. He doesn’t tend to like wearing casual clothing much, especially clothes such as jeans and T-shirts. If he does wear casual clothes, it would be smart casual, but that is as casual as he gets. His blond hair is medium in length, relatively straight with some unruly locks. It goes down to his neck where he cuts it off. He doesn’t tend to style his hair, as he didn’t tend to bother with it. As long as it isn’t in his way, he doesn’t really care how it looks. The most he will do is tie it up in a small ponytail to get it out of his face. His face is quite handsome, with slightly angled blue eyes and eyebrows the same colour as his hair. He has a well formed mouth, that is usually set in a serious line. He has a nose that has a slight flick to the end of it. Ingame clothes: While Donovan is inside of the Game Field, he is wearing this outfit. Personality, Traits and Abilities General Overview: Donovan is quite a reserved man. He tends not to speak that much, even to friends and family and often doesn’t reveal his inner thoughts and feelings. He is quite serious, and tends to take life quite seriously as well, not giving in much to laughter or even humour. When he does let his sense of humour out, it can be quite dry and sarcastic and he is often misunderstood by most people when he is cracking a joke. Despite his reserved nature, he is a good friend and once his trust is earnt, he is extremely loyal. He will be willing to do things for his friends and family, even if he gets nothing in return, not even a thank you. He can be extremely selfless, always willing to give to others, even complete strangers. It is one of the reasons why he is a Police Officer, because he wants to try and help others and to protect them from harm. He is always willing to put his life on the line for others, caring little for his own safety when he does. Strengths, Skills and Abilities: As does everyone within the city, Donovan possesses the Arm Computer however his has the Hero OS that allows him access to the special abilities of his Game and Genre. In battle, he tends to fight with a large longsword. Ability One - Sword Chain: Donovan can summon a magical chain that connects his sword to his hand. He is able to fire it out at a ferocious rate towards a target. He can also use the chain to move the sword around him, such as swinging it around to attack multiple enemies at once, in multiple directions. This ability can also allow him to move around an environment, by firing the weapon at a wall and causing the sword to imbed itself in the wall, allowing him to pull himself up. Ability Two - Spectral Sword: Donovan can summon a spectral sword that is semi-transparent and glows white. When summoned, it appears in front of him and fires at his enemy, dealing damage upon impact. As soon as damage is done, the sword disappears. Finishing Move: Donovan slams his sword into the ground, creating a concussive shockwave that throws enemies back and deals a significant amount of damage. Weaknesses: Due to the fact that he tends to do short range melee, he is vulnerable to long range attacks from weapons such as guns. He also needs to get in close to his opponent, which can open him up to be attacked. He is also still quite mortal, and can be killed if he loses all of his health points. Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): He wishes to raise in ranks as a Police Officer and to protect those that he loves. Hobbies and Interests: He has a deep interest in swords as well as the art of HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts) which is the art of sword fighting. He likes to practice in his free time, if he is able to. He also likes to work out, to keep himself fit and healthy as well as physically strong enough to do his job properly. He also likes to read, when wanting some peace and quiet time but this isn’t as often as he might like. Personal Sexual Information Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Turn ons: Unprotected sex Making love to someone he has a deep emotional bond with. Turn offs: Gore, Vore, Scat, Necrophilia. Being on the receiving end of pain. Causing his lovers pain during sex. Penis Length: 10” Sensitivity: Average STD History: Clean. Extra Information Spouse: Charlotte Lyvon. Father: Chase Lyvon Mother: Mariah Lyvon Siblings: Amanda Jameson. Grandparents: Katherine and Frank Lyvon on his father’s side. Hannah and Ryan Johnson on his mother’s side. All four are deceased. Children: Lily Lyvon (Two years old) Grand-children: N/A House: He has a three bedroom house that he shares with his wife and daughter. It has a living room, kitchen, downstairs study and a garage. It has two bathrooms, one which is an en-suite to the master bedroom and the other which is to be used for the other two bedrooms. He also has a basement which he has converted into a small gym for the use of the family. Car: A standard four door car. Pet: None. History Awards/Commendations: Certificate for passing the Police Academy. Criminal Record: Clean. Medical Record: Clean. He has never had a serious accident or health problem. Bio: He was brought up in a loving home by his parents, along with his sister Amanda who was younger than he was by two years. His parents were not rich, but they were well off and were able to provide their children with enough food and luxuries. Donovan had always been a serious child, and as a result, he didn’t have many friends at school as no one wanted to play with him. But, due to his reclusive nature, he didn’t mind very much. He preferred to be on his own, studying or reading as opposed to playing with the other children or spending time with them. From a young age, he was fascinated by the thought of being a Police Officer, as he wanted to try and protect the peace and to help those that needed it. It was a goal that he worked towards for his entire school career. After leaving school, he immediately attended the Police Academy, eager to prove himself. He dedicated himself diligently, and was able to pass when he was twenty years of age with top grades in his class, much to the pride of his parents. He immediately joined a Police Force, starting out as a patrol officer. He was twenty-one when he first met Charlotte who was sweet and funny. He quickly fell in love with her, and she seemed to fall in love with him. Their courtship was quick, and they were married by the time he was twenty three. Not long after his marriage, he was giving a promotion to a Detective, allowing for him to have a partner. His partner was a woman by the name of Laura, who became a good friend of his. When he was twenty-six, Charlotte gave birth to his first born daughter, who he immediately fell in love with. It strengthened his resolve to protect those he loved, and to protect the city that he lived in. It was not long after the birth of his daughter that he noticed that things weren’t quite right with his wife. She was distant, and didn’t tend to talk to him much. She would happily take his money, and would happily boast that she was the wife of a Detective, but she never showed him any affection. She treated sex more like a chore than something a loving wife would do, and she never wanted to spend any time with him. If she wasn’t caring for their daughter, she was out with her friends who she never liked Donovan to know. Slowly he came to realise that she didn’t love him, and perhaps never did. She had married the uniform that he was dressed in, not the man. It was a sobering thought, but he decided to put up with it for the sake of his daughter.-
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Character Identity Information Name: Ruby Hunt Age/Date of Birth: 18 Gender: Female Species: Human Origin: Mega City Two. Nationality: Altechian. Occupation: Unemployed. GAME + Genre: Third Person Shooter Physical Appearance Height: 180cm (5’11) Weight: 66kg (145.5lbs) Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Physical Description: Ruby is quite tall for a human female, reaching almost six feet in height. She has a very mature body with F-cup breasts, and wide hips that gives her an hourglass body. Her waist is slim, her stomach toned and flat. She has good sized thighs that lead into long legs with well shaped feet. Ruby has little muscle on her, giving her slender arms and legs. Her hands have long, dainty fingers and she keeps her nails well manicured. She has long blonde hair that is straight, and does down to her hips. She usually leaves it free, but sometimes will style it if she feels like it. She has a tattoo on the left side of her stomach, but it is unclear as to what it says as the writing is hard to read and she doesn’t reveal to anyone what it is, either. She has a pretty face with a smooth jawline and high cheekbones. Her blue eyes are angled with long eyelashes. She has a well shaped nose with a small flick on the end, and full luscious lips. She is usually seen wearing expensive clothing and quite often has expensive looking jewelry on her. One of her favourite outfits in skin-tight light blue jeans that are artfully torn in places such as the front of her thighs. A small white tank top that really only covers her breasts, and shows off her flat and toned stomach. Over that, she tends to wear a beige coloured fur coat that comes down to her hips and has long sleeves. She will either wear high heels, or boots of some description. Personality, Traits and Abilities General Overview: Ruby is quite a flighty individual, who doesn’t take life very seriously. She’s quite confident, and doesn’t let much get her down, even in the face of adversity. She strives to keep pushing forwards, never giving up and will always finish what she set out to do. She doesn’t back down from challenges and will tackle them head on. She’s quite adventurous, always looking for something new and fun to do. She is quite the thrill seeker, always seeking things out that will give her a rush of adrenaline, even if those activities are quite dangerous such as cage fighting, riding in speeding cars or doing illegal activities. She is addicted to the thrill that it brings to her and if something begins to bore her, she moves onto the next thing. She has a tendency to hang around with the wrong crowd, but she knows how to defend herself and she doesn’t let anyone intimidate her, no matter who they are. She can be quite shrewd when she wants to be, especially if she has to out-think a strong opponent. Ruby can be quite sassy when she wants to be, even if that ends up pissing people off. Strengths, Skills and Abilities: As does everyone within the city, Ruby possesses the Arm Computer, however hers has the Hero OS that allows her to access the special abilities of her Game and Genre. In battle, she tends to fight with a twin pair of Desert Eagle like guns. One is gold in colour, while the other is silver. She calls them Leon and Zoe, after her brother and best friend. She is also quite athletic, and does gymnastics often to keep herself in top fighting condition. Ability One - Hells Fire: The bullets that she fires at her opponents are able to set them alight for five seconds. This causes burning damage along with the physical damage of the bullet. This ability can be activated for ten seconds at a time but requires a thirty second cool down. Ability Two - Quickfire: A move that temporarily increases her overall speed, and rate of fire. For five seconds, she can move and fire at twice her normal speed, allowing her to gain an edge on her opponents. Requires a thirty second cool down before it can be used again. Finishing Move: Ruby jumps high in the air, and using her twin guns she spins around at a furious rate as she rains down gunfire upon her opponents, dealing a lot of damage in a short period of time. Weaknesses: Due to her love for using guns, she is a long range fighter and thus is weaker to short range attacks. Especially as she cannot bring the guns close to her body due to the kickback of the powerful weapons. Her guns cannot stop other long range attacks, either, so she can become injured that way. She is also still mortal, so if she runs out of health, she will die. Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): Due to her rather flighty nature, she doesn’t think too much about the future. She has no real ambitions and has no real intention on settling down anytime soon. Hobbies and Interests: She likes to spend time with her friends, hanging out and partying. As she doesn’t take life seriously, she doesn’t like being locked up studying or working. She is always looking for a fun time, and doesn’t think too much on the consequences. She also loves to attend secret, underground cage fights as she loves watching strong men fighting each other. She’s even been known to get into the cage herself to fight other women. Personal Sexual Information Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, with a strong preference towards men. Turn ons: Unprotected Sex Having sex with a strong, dominating man who takes control and fucks her hard. Rough, hard sex. Especially if it’s quite animalistic. Being touched physically by her partner, such as hands moving across her body. She loves the feeling of being close with another body. Having sex for physical gratification. Having sex with complete strangers, even if she doesn’t know their name. Displays of strength, such as someone being in a cage fight and winning or a man with nice big muscles. Giving and receiving oral. Sex in a public place. Multiple partners, orgies and gangbangs. Turn offs: Being forced to be monogamous. She gets too bored with a single person. Too much pain during sex. She can take some things like hair pulling and scratching, but she doesn’t like slapping, punching or cutting. Breast Size: F-Cup Sensitivity: Sensitive. Additional Sexual Information: She takes contraceptives to avoid pregnancy. Her breasts are quite sensitive and she has a few erogenous zones that she likes being played with. This includes the sides of her neck, her ear lobe, her navel and her inner thigh. STD History: Clean Extra Information Father: James Hunt Mother: Olivia Hunt Siblings: Leon Hunt (15) Grandparents: She has never met her grandparents. Children: None. Grand-children: N/A House: She lives with her father, James Hunt, in a two bedroom flat. Her parents are divorced, and her brother lives with her mother. His flat has an open plan kitchen and living room, with the kitchen island separating the two areas of the room. In the living room area, there is a sliding door to the balcony that has a couple of seats and a table where people can sit and talk. There is a small hallway when someone enters the property. On the left is the door into the kitchen- living room. On the right is a small cupboard where coats and shoes are kept, as well as the electric metre and the boiler. The next door along is the smaller of the two bedrooms which is Ruby’s. Her room has a double bed that takes up most of the room, and cabinet that contains a chest of drawers and a wardrobe in one. She has a small dresser that has a mirror, with the dresser table covered in various items like make up and combs. The next door to hers is the bathroom with a toilet, sink, a bathtub and an actual shower as well. The door at the very end of the hallway leads into the Master Bedroom which is her father's. It has a double bed, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Car: None. Pet: None. Additional information: Ruby smokes cigarettes and will sometimes consume recreational drugs. History Awards/Commendations: None. Criminal Record: Clean. Thus far she hasn’t been caught for anything. Medical Record: She has had a broken arm, and numerous cuts and bruises due to the fights she has gotten into, but overall she is quite healthy. Bio: Her parents weren’t the richest of people but they were reasonably well off. They were working class individuals, both of them working full time in order to earn enough to live in a small three bedroom house. Ruby was always an adventurous child, always seeking to get away from her parents and to explore the world around her. It caused many headaches for her parents, but no punishments seemed to hinder this behavior. When she was three years old, her younger brother, Leon, was born. She quite liked her little brother, and enjoyed playing with him. Her parents thought it might help curb her exploring behavior but in anything, it made it worse as she took her little brother with her, teaching him how fun it was to rile up their parents. Thus, it was with some relief that they started sending her to school. While she wasn’t a bad student, she wasn’t exactly good either. She always stepped on the line of misbehavior and always gave the innocent act. When she was eight years old, her parents divorced each other and she was made to live with her mother. She always tried to ask why that was the case, but her mother always refused to answer her questions. Even though she absolutely adored her father, she wasn’t allowed to see him except for a few hours every other week. This caused her to act out against her mother in anger, as she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to spend time with her father and her mother would always shout at her for being insistent. Thus she began to act out even more at school, breaking the rules, never doing work, and making friends with the wrong people such as Zoe, who was her best friend and the one that always dared her to even more daring heights. Her mother always tried to get her to keep studying and get good grades, but Ruby laughed in her face everytime and said that she would do that, as long as she got to see her father more often. This, of course, her mother refused to allow. This rebellious attitude continued well into her teens and she had a very frosty relationship with her mother. The two didn’t get along well, and if they were in the same room as each other, they would eventually fall into an argument. Ruby started hanging out with her friends for long periods of time, often getting drunk and doing illegal activities, and not returning until the late hours of the night. Of which her mother would yell at her and she wouldn’t listen. Even if her mother tried to ground her, due to her long working hours she wasn’t able to enforce her punishments. Ruby lost her virginity at the age of thirteen to one of her friends. There was no romance between them, they had gotten drunk and decided to fuck each other. She was not in a relationship with her friend, and felt no guilt when she started to sleep around with anyone that took her fancy, always seeking those that thrilled her. When she was fourteen, she and her friends were invited by one of their older friends to witness a cage fight. Ruby fell in love with it, and attended any and every fight that she could, as she found it exciting and thrilling. She even got into the cage herself, with other women. She has won more fights than she has lost. At the age of sixteen, she lost her best friend Zoe in a car accident. The driver had been one of their older friends, and they had been drinking a lot. They had a head-on collision with an oncoming car, and Zoe died on the scene. Ruby was absolutely crushed by the loss of her friend, but even though she missed her friend, she was determined to move on. When she was eighteen, she immediately contacted her father and begged to come and live with him, to which he accepted. As she was now legally an adult, her mother couldn’t stop her from packing up her things and moving into her father’s place. She asked him to explain why they were divorced and he explained that he was involved in some illegal activities and her mother found out and divorced him, not allowing him to see his children very often. This enraged Ruby, as her father was still a good man that treated his family well. He didn’t beat, or abuse them in any way. She loved her father, whereas her relationship with her mother was almost non-existent by now. Ruby has kept a very close relationship with her brother, Leon. While he wasn’t as rebellious as she was, he very much loves and admires her. She has since been living with her father for three months, and she has enjoyed it far more than she had at her mothers, as her father never scolded her for spending time with her friends or going out late. Mainly because, while her father was a criminal, he was not a hypocrite. It was obvious that Ruby inherited her adventurous and rebellious spirit from her father and he couldn’t fault her for it. -
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In seeing no response to his call, Rowan smirked in satisfaction. He had literally fucked her unconscious. He mentally patted himself on the back before he chuckled softly. He reached out, stroking her cheek in a tender gesture before he pulled away from her. He left her lying on the tunic and stood up, gathering his clothes and dressing himself before he left the small clearing where he found Baellator on guard, looking out across the fields. He let out a soft whistle, causing the Aelda to look over at him before letting out a soft whinny of greeting before trotting over to him. Rowan stroked his powerful neck before patting it and saying, “We’re done, buddy. So you can come back in. I just need to put us to bed.” Baellator snorted, shaking his large head before moving back into the small clearing with Rowan. Once inside, the Keza moved over to his bag and pulled out a fresh tunic as well as his blanket that he had let Natia borrow the previous night. He then moved back over to the unconscious girl where he gently rolled her off of the soiled tunic before picking it up and using it to clean her up a little. He then dressed her in the new tunic before rolling the dirty one up and stuffing it into his bag. He then pulled Natia towards him, draping the blanket over the two of them as he held her close him, tucking her head underneath his chin. He held onto her protectively, sighing in contentment. He had not felt this satisfied in a long time, and he couldn’t wait for her to be able to last even longer before passing out. Unless, of course, she didn’t mind being used while out like a light. That thought was an interesting one. Perhaps he could ask her about it at some point. But right now, he just wanted some sleep. He glanced over at Baellator, who was still away and keeping a watch over the two of them. The Keza turned back to Natia, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to quickly succumb to the need to sleep. (End of Side Story)- 32 replies
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rp: side story Side Story: A Bad Deal
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Zack couldn’t help but to smirk in amusement at her exclamation. Even though, as a virgin, she would have likely cried that out had he been smaller, but he nonetheless found it pleasing. He usually did, no matter who it was. It stroked his ego in a way his wife had not in eight years. Since she had been ignoring his needs for all of this time, he had been forced to seek satisfaction elsewhere. At the very least, he was paying whores and not having an affair with someone he could potentially fall in love with. He watched as she wrapped her hand around his cock. The contact felt warm, and he could feel the sweet on the palm of her hand. Her eyes looked a little wild, as if she wasn’t sure what to do. He found the sight quite amusing. He was used to fucking women who knew what they were doing, so he found this encounter to be different, and quite amusing. His eyes glinted with it as he watched her, seeing her fingers shift slightly as his cock throbbed in her grip. Her look of sweet confusion was delightful. A soft sigh escaped his nose when she leaned forwards and wrapped her pretty little lips around his cock before sucking on it gently like she would a lollipop. It made his cock twitch a little in response before she began to move her hand up and down the fleshy shift, sending tingles of pleasure down his cock. He noticed that she wasn’t looking him in the eyes and her face was so red that it would make a tomato envious. It was the cutest thing he had ever seen. And yet he wanted to see the humiliation and shame in her gaze. His fingers twitched, wanting to grip her hair and ram her mouth down onto his cock to make her gag on him, but he controlled himself. There was plenty of time for that. He wanted to make her humiliate herself, something he would find even more satisfying than to force it on her. After all, if she didn’t do as he ordered, she wouldn’t see any of her money. “You know…” He said, his tone light and mocking, “People tend to prefer that you keep eye contact while you’re sucking on their cocks. Why don’t you be a good whore and look up, huh? And while you’re at it, take more of my cock into your mouth. Relax your throat, and you’ll be able to take even more in.” He hoped that she did as he was suggesting, especially if it made her gag. He sincerely hoped she had a gag reflex, as the feel of her throat muscles constricting his cock would be incredible. He liked a woman gagging on his cock, it was one of the fastest ways to get him hard. It not only felt good physically, but mentally as well. -
rp: main topic Craethiel Kingdom
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
Location: Outside of The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne’s eyebrow twitched up, looking up from her potion when the girl told her not to worry, and that she told people all the time. She felt that it was either incredibly naive or stupid for her to do that. She shook her head slightly. Clearly there was no helping either. Perhaps Luna had not seen the worse side of human nature, like she herself had. Rayvenne had seen the worst of the worst, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was why she didn’t like dealing with humans. Unfortunately for both sides, she needed money and they needed someone to help take care of monsters. Rayvenne figured that this bunny girl could only learn by experiencing it first hand, for herself. Because she was correct, in that people mixed witches and healers up. Except she was wrong in how they did so. Healers were often mistaken for witches, and usually ended up dying as a result, especially if they used medicines like potions. The dark haired woman pulled herself from her thoughts when Luna began talking, explaining about the healing potion. Her eyes slowly moved down to the potion in her hand. If it worked by accelerating her own healing rate, then theoretically it would work better on her than it would on humans as her own was already accelerated. But five gold wasn’t a bad price, she would happily take a couple of those. She didn’t like the sound of the more instant ones, as she did need to make sure that she ate at least once a day. She remained silent as Luna moved on to explain about the strength potion, which sounded like it would be good for her. She had a high tolerance to pain, so she doubted the side effect would be too much of a problem. Besides, it sounds like it would be something good to use when fighting something that is particularly troublesome. She wouldn’t mind picking up at least one of them. If she took it, along with two of the health ones, that already dropped her price to twenty gold. She put the health potion down when the bunny girl reached under her counter and pulled out a small wooden box which was locked which she undid with the flick of a finger. The dark haired woman leaned forward a little to look into the box to see the variety of small vials of different colours. In the act of reaching forwards, she paused and looked up at Luna, “Illegal, huh?” She asked, amusement lacing her words. She began picking up different vials and looking at the labels. There wasn’t much that seemed to be of use. At least until she picked up a black bottle with the label of ‘Sleepers Milk’. It was an uncommon poison that, when consumed, causes the victim to fall into a temporarily coma for a couple of days. The reason for its name, was because while it was gold in colour, it tasted a little like milk. Only a teaspoon was enough to make a fully grown man fall unconscious. A very useful poison. One that she could do with. Without waiting for Luna to speak, Rayvenne pulled out the cork and peered inside to see a lovely gold colour liquid. It was slightly viscous, but it was relatively easy to mix it with food and drink, especially if milk was one of the components. She dipped her little finger into the hole of the bottle, allowing a small amount to coat it. She then brought it up to her lips and licked it off, rolling it around in her mouth for a few moments before she nodded, “It’s of good quality. I would pay twenty gold for that.” She said, unaffected by the amount she had sampled. She had a natural resistance against poisons, thus that small amount would not do anything, not when she would likely need the entire bottle to have some kind of effect. She put the cork back in and said, “If you give me two of those healing potions, one of the strength, and this, I’ll call it payment made. I’ll get you to the mountains, protect you on the way, and help you find your dragon.” -
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Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
Location: Outside of The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne followed the bunny girl outside of the tavern, glancing around at the street as passing people stared at the two of them, as they usually did when Rayvenne was passing through. But then she did tend to attract that kind of attention as her dress and demeanor were not very lady-like and were very unusual in this day and age. She glared right back at them, forcing them to avert their gaze and continue on. The dark haired woman then turned and followed Luna over to her wagon that was sitting outside the tavern stable, with the horse positioned in such a way that it was still able to access food or water. She eyed the creature with curious eyes, seeing that while he had the same fur colour as her own Maedoc, he was a lot smaller in stature and it made her wonder how he was able to pull the weight of the wagon. She turned her attention back to Luna as the rabbit girl stepped up into the cart, disappearing from view. The raven haired woman then tilted her head slightly as she could hear clicks and clanks from inside of the cart as if it had some kind of mechanism inside. One of Rayvenne’s eyebrows raised in surprise, as it wasn’t often to come across a mechanical wagon like this. It must have cost her a lot. She then watched as the side opened up, revealing a few wooden trays and thus the stall. She glanced up at the image of the bubbling cauldron, a common sign for witches or alchemists. Not that it bothered her if Luna was a witch. She had lived with one for a number of years, after all. She had learnt quite a lot from her, including her own potion making skills and the few spells she had managed to learn. Her dark eyes roamed over the bottles that she had on display, practically ignoring Luna as the bunny girl placed her coin purse on the counter and sat down. Her eyes then moved back to Luna as she began to explain what each potion was for. Rayvenne’s eyebrows rose as she stated that she had potions for relationships. Love potions? The dark haired woman almost laughed at that. Love was not something she was interested in. She had no use for a potion to ‘improve one's self’. She felt that it was a rather cheap way of doing it, by potion. Besides, she was skeptical that it would even work. Again, she didn’t need one that enhanced food, either. She had plenty of money to buy enough food to sustain her, and her metabolism was quite efficient, allowing her to get the most out of her food. The health and healing potions were a possibility, providing that they were suitable enough considering the fact that she had a different body chemistry to other people. The one designed for combat also sounded quite useful as well. At the mention of poisons, Rayvenne perked up a little. Poisons would be very useful in her profession, and most poisons didn’t work as well on her as they did for other humans. Even things that could kill humans very quickly. She placed a hand on her hip, her eyes going down to the potions again, running over them as Luna continued to prattle on, telling her that she could even make her a custom potion if she wanted. At the mention of her being a witch in training, Rayvenne’s dark eyes moved back up to Luna, one of her eyebrows raising slowly, “You know… you shouldn’t just throw around that you’re training to become a witch. That’s the fastest way to get yourself burnt at the stake, or drowned.” She said, before reaching forwards and picking up one of the healing potions, looking at it carefully. It would be suitable for her, just barely. As would the combat potion, which she assumed would give her a temporary boost in strength. Very useful when it came to some of the monsters that she needed to fight. She put the potion down again before asking, “How much are the healing and combat potions worth? And these poisons? I want to have a look at them as well. Some might be useful to me.” -
Location: Inside Rose’s House Rose’s eyebrows crinkled a little in confusion when Halie said that no one had shown her what love was, and offered to teach her. The young woman felt an uncomfortable lurch in her stomach, and she wasn’t entirely sure why. A soft gasp escaped her lips when she felt Halie grip her arms before turning her around so that they were standing within mere inches of each other. Rose wanted to take a step back away from the other woman, finding this sudden change in demeanor more than a little intimidating. But the grip on her arms stopped her from being able to step back, making her feel trapped. Her lip trembled a little as she tried to ease away from Halie before she blinked a little in confusion when the other girl claimed that she couldn’t be more in love right now, “I am?” She asked, feeling more confused than ever. Was feeling nervous around someone, love? Was feeling her face light up and unable to look Halie in the eye, love? Granted, she had not really felt this way with anyone before, but she had always been shy. No one had really flirted with her like the way Halie had. No one had ever approached her like that. She assumed that her reactions were simply her shyness. So frozen in her shock that she didn’t protest when Halie’s hands moved to sit on her hips. Her eyes then widened at Halie’s next words, and she wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Her virginity? Daddy’s? The next words to leave the other girls lips were even more confusing. Rose shook her head, trying to step back and away from Halie, “W-what are you talking about? Halie? My virginity doesn’t belong to anyone. It’s mine! I’m not giving it to anyone until I’m ready to!” Tears welled up in her eyes, finding this sudden change to be particularly distressing. It confused and terrified her. She suddenly wanted to run and hide, to never see Halie again. Rose’s eyes darted from side to side before she said, “Please… leave Halie. I… I don’t feel comfortable talking about this.”
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rp: main topic Craethiel Kingdom
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. Rayvenne watched the reaction of the bunny girl with barely veiled amusement as she had been expecting it. After all, her services were not cheap and she would want money if she had to put up with such a cheery attitude for a week or more. She would be going well out of her way to help her, so she wanted to be well compensated. Rayvenne’s eyebrow rose when the girl offered to come look at her wares immediately. She blinked a little before looking at her drink, of which most had been drunk already. She sighed slightly, shifting on her seat a little to lean one of her arms against the wooden surface of the bar. The dark haired woman then saw motion out of the corner of her eyes and she looked over at Luna to see her jump off of her stool to stand and stretch causing Rayvenne’s eyebrows to furrow a little in confusion. She then shook her head, still not quite believing this woman. She turned her attention back to her drink as the bunny girl thanked the bar owner and practically skipped over to the front door of the bar. Rayvenne lifted the tankard to her lips and drained the rest of the bitter liquid in one go. She then lowered the empty cup and placed it down on the bar before her, before she pulled out a few copper coins and placed them on the bar next to it. The coins were immediately snatched up by the bartender, who made a small show of inspecting the currency to ensure that it was real. Rayvenne ignored the show of distrust and slipped off of her stool and headed towards Luna, “Alright, lead the way.” She said, flicking her fingers out of the door. Since she had no idea where Luna had parked this cart of hers, she had to rely on the bunny girl to lead the way. She wasn’t worried for her own safety, either. Rayvenne was more than able to hold her own against this bunny girl. -
rp: side story Side Story: Loving Confessions
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
As Rowan continued to brutally fuck her, he was watching her reactions carefully. With his sensitive hearing, he could hear her cries of pleasure beginning to dampen, become quieter as she began losing consciousness. This fact only made Rowan smirk in victory, and he redoubled his efforts as he kept fucking her mercilessly. He wanted her to be unable to walk in the morning, so that he could take care of her and lavish attention on her. She would deserve it after the furious fucking he was giving her. For a virgin, she had held up remarkably well, and he was certainly going to enjoy fucking her more in the future. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of her cunt wrapped around his cock. It was almost addicting. He just wanted more, and his hips obeyed that primal urge as they continued to pound deep inside of Natia. His pace didn’t even slow down when her eyes closed and she was dancing on the edge of unconsciousness. If anything, his hips tried to speed up, ramming his cock balls deep inside of her. He could feel an orgasm approaching, and he was holding it back as hard as he could. Not only because it allowed him to enjoy Natia’s body for longer, but because he wanted the orgasm to be mind-blowing. He could already sense that it was going to be a hard one. He gritted his teeth, growling softly in the back of his throat from the effort of fucking her. But he couldn’t hold it back forever and he could feel himself on the very precipice of ecstasy. His leg muscles quivered, and he could feel himself losing control. He slammed his hips hard against hers, pushing his cock as deep into her body as it would allow. He kept her pushed down against the tunic, pinning her in place. His huge cock twitched before erupted in a hard orgasm that made Rowan’s head spin violently, and he couldn’t help but let out a low groan of pleasure as he could feel his cock straining as it poured his seed into her pussy in a violent spray against her cervix. With a low hiss, he leaned down and once again sank his teeth into her neck, overwhelmed with the urge to strengthen their bond even more. He groaned softly when her sweet blood flooded his mouth and he greedily swallowed it down, even as he continued filling her cunt. As his orgasm waned and died down, leaving a pleasant tingling across his entire body, he pulled his mouth away from her neck. Rowan was panting hard from the effort of the furious fucking, and his muscles ached in a pleasant way. Slowly, he pulled his cock from her depths and gently pushed her down, rolling her onto her side, “Natia?” He asked, pausing in his panting breath to whisper her name. He wanted to know if she was conscious or not. If she wasn’t, then he was going to just dress them, and get the bed rolls so that they could sleep easy for the night. He glanced up at the night sky, seeing that it was definitely well on into the evening. He could easily go without eating for tonight. He wasn’t up for it anymore, as his stomach wouldn’t be able to settle with the kind of exercise he had, had today. He just wanted to snuggle up with Natia and fall asleep.- 32 replies
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sex Side Story: A Hard Lesson
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Blackberry Falls's Roleplaying Topics
Diomedes’ dark, glossy eyes were still fixed on Chazin, watching as the younger man fucked his brother like a little bitch. This had started out as rape, as Rosal had certainly been fighting against them, but he quickly seemed to change his tune and accept every inch of their cocks into his body. Each time Chazin thrust into his brothers body, striking that sensitive spot inside of him, Diomedes could feel the demons moans as they vibrated around his cock. They seemed to meld with his own vibrations, increasing the pleasure for him. It helped spur on the movements of his hips as he thrust into Rosal’s mouth, matching Chazin thrust for thrust so that the demon-bitch-boy had two cocks inside of him at the exact same time. This almost reminded Diomedes of times spent with his father, when they would fuck a bitch together and make her scream. His lips twitched in a slight smirk at Chazin’s words, driving the point home in Rosal’s mind that the demon can get what he craved for from his brother, rather than his father. Further helping to cement his loyalty towards Chazin and drawing him away from his father. Chazin learnt quickly, and he was pleased with how quickly the hybrid was putting his lessons to use with his young brother. Not everyone was this easy to corrupt and bend to their will, but this was a very good start. He kept his firm grip on Rosal’s hair, keeping his mouth at that angle to allow his cock to keep plunging balls deep down his throat, not allowing him time to swallow any saliva that leaked out of the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks onto the floor below. He was firmly keeping his own orgasm in check, wanting Rosal to be the first to spill his seed. Only when Chazin was ready, would he let himself go so that they could both fill his body at the same time. -
rp: side story Side Story: A Bad Deal
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Black City's Roleplaying Topics
Zack watched as a flicker of confusion raced across the girls face as she seemed to freeze, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. He watched her carefully, waiting for what she would do. If she would obey him literally, or try and strip. He didn’t want her to strip, not yet. He wanted to make her do that after sucking him off to get him fully hard, so he could make her stand and slowly strip herself for his enjoyment. The corner of his lips pulled upwards in a slight smirk as he watched her crawl across the floor. Despite how awkward she must feel, it was one of the most erotic things he had seen in a long time. She lacked sensuality, but she made up for it in other ways, like how easy it was to humiliate and degrade her. It was not often that one encountered a prostitute that was able to be humiliated this much. Most of them were already deep within the rabbit hole, and he was going to enjoy this one before she got to that point. He watched as she reached forwards and pulled down the zipper of his trousers, for which he was glad she had as he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. When she pulled his zipper aside, she finally freed his semi-erect cock that was still trapped within the confines of his black boxers. From the sight of the bulge, his cock was quite large and it was something that the prostitutes often complimented him for. He knew that his cock was perhaps a little too big for this young girl to enjoy properly, but he didn’t care. He was still going to fuck her roughly with it. It would completely destroy her for whatever other cocks she takes in the future, as there were only a few men larger than himself. He was going to ensure that she enjoyed every inch of his twelve inch cock. He tilted his head down at her slightly before telling her, “It won’t do you much good if they’re still in the boxers. Go on, take it out.” He said the last part encouragingly. Not to make her feel more comfortable, but because he wanted his cock out of the confines of his trousers. He he became any harder than he already was, he was going to feel quite a degree of discomfort. Zack was almost tempted to offer her some of his whiskey, but decided against it. He didn’t particularly want to waste his alcohol on her. She needed to be faced with the harsh reality of her job, without the haze of alcohol. He wondered if he would meet her later on down the line, and what she would be like. Would she turn to alcohol, or drugs, as a means to cope? He certainly wouldn’t blame her. It was a standard way for people to deal with pain in their lives, with him as no exception. He just wondered how long she was going to be able to last before she turned to such mechanisms of support. Just how long before this city finally corrupted her, a thought that made his cock twitch visibly in his boxers. Yes. He was going to enjoy her while she was so pure and untainted. -
Location: Inside Rose’s House Rose blinked when Halie stated that she had once thought like she did. She tilted her head slightly, wondering why she spoke in a past tense. Her eyes then widened a little when Halie continued to speak, stating that it just happened one day. Rose found herself gulping a little, trying to stop her imagination running wild. She couldn’t imagine her doing something like that. Could she? Just simply allow for something like that to happen? Just the thought of allowing herself to give into those primal desires made her stomach flutter with nervousness. She felt rather than saw Halie leaning in closer, feeling her hair shift subtly before she could feel the girls warm breath on her ear. It caused goosebumps to raise across her arms and for a shiver to run down her spine. Despite the fact that they were barely touching, she could feel the presence of the other woman behind her, and it made her nervous. She shivered even more when Halie began to talk lewdly, making Rose feel decidedly uncomfortable. She had never even said the word ‘cock’ before, and she could feel the heat of her cheeks almost radiating through her entire face. Her breathing seemed to freeze in her chest and she had a hard time drawing enough air into her lungs to sustain her. She gulped, feeling her throat twitch with the movement. Rose could hear a faint popping sound in her ear, almost like bubbles popping and she vaguely wondered where that was coming from. Her eyes darted down, from side to side as she felt Halie’s hands move to her shoulders before slowly sliding down to her biceps. She shivered even more at the contact, feeling her stomach constricting nervously. “I… I wouldn’t know. I… I’ve never been in love before.” Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had never had someone this close to her before, other than a few rare hugs she had gotten from her family and friends. But with Halie it made her feel nervous in a way she wasn’t familiar with, like she wanted to step away from the girl. And yet she felt a yearning to lean even closer, a fact that confused her. So she remained frozen in indecision, not knowing what to do. She didn’t even know what else to say, her mind as frozen as her movements.
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rp: main topic Craethiel Kingdom
Neptune replied to Neptune's topic in Craethiel Kingdom's The Tales of Craethiel
Location: The Wretched Rat tavern, Delwore. The small, dark haired woman stared at her bar companion as the young woman continued eating, practically bouncing in her seat. Just how did she have so much energy to spare with such useless actions? It boggled Rayvenne’s mind. The other patrons in the bar seemed to find it amusing as well, but not in the same bemused way she did. If anything, they seemed to find it rather endearing, whereas Rayvenne found it almost irritating. She turned her head away, determined not to watch the small bunny girl. How she was able to keep her food down, and not throw it up when she was practically vibrating in her seat was beyond her. Rayvenne could barely stomach eating while riding a horse. How was this woman able to bounce and eat at the same time? She shook her head a little and decided to ignore the girl while she sipped on her tankard of ale, enjoying the taste of the bitter liquid. When the girl spoke, she twitched her head to the side slightly as she stared down at the girl, her eyebrow twitching up slightly as she seemed to be trying out Rayvenne’s name before identifying where her name had originated from. Rayvenne wasn’t entirely sure why her mother had given her that name. Not that she could ask the woman. Even if she had not died when Rayvenne was young, she would be long dead now as Rayvenne had long outlived her. But then, if her mother had not died, then she might not be sitting here right now. She would have grown up normally, had a normal life, possibly become married, had children and passed on. That thought really sobred her up, as it had been a life dream of hers to live simply. But that dream was impossible now, and forever out of her reach. She tried to keep those thoughts buried as she returned her attention back to the bunny girl as she asked how much Rayvenne was going to ask for. The older woman sighed through her nose as she took another sip of her tankard. She then turned her head back to Luna to see that the girl had turned around to face her on the stall, her hands sitting on her knees and seemingly trying to stop herself from bouncing to little success. Rayvenne had never seen anyone so hyperactive in her life, and she really did wonder what kind of drugs the girl was taking. She placed both of her hands on the bar, straightening her back slightly as the corner of her lips turned down a little as her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Factoring the fact that the journey was likely to take more than a week, and it was a dangerous occupation, it wasn’t going to be a cheap deal. Not like most of her contracts which usually involve her finding a monster and slaying it to stop it from bothering a town or village. She sighed again before saying, “I won’t lie to you, Luna. It’s not going to be cheap. I would say… forty gold coins. You can part pay with potions… if you have anything of interest.” She added to make it easier for the bunny girl. She had some experience herself in alchemy thanks to her stint with Maede, the witch that had found her in the Dynx desert, and she was mildly curious as to what this bunny girl had manufactured and if she even had any kind of real skill. If she had some healing potions that would work with Rayvenne’s metabolism, it would be even better as those potions were quite rare and valuable.