Neptune

As the orgasm died down, and the ability for rational thought returned to him, Raeghan pulled away from the kiss. There was a slight popping sound from their lips separating, and he was breathing hard as he tried to catch his breath. The orgasm had left him reeling and his head was spinning. Despite the fact that his body was aching in the after effects of good exercise, he still felt the overwhelming urge to thrust into the tiny body beneath him. His cock was still rock hard and demanding more relief. Just what the hell was in that potion? If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that she had slipped in a lust or libido potion as well. When his breathing had calmed down, he smirked down at Luna before he said, “Now it’s your turn to be doing the work.” He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms before he rolled them over so that he was now on his back. He then allowed his hands to move down, settling on her shapely hips as his own unconsciously pressed up into her, seeking more of her warm cunt enveloping around his cock. Now that he wasn’t holding onto her, she was free to straighten and move as she wished, although if she tried to pull herself up he would tighten his grip on her hips. While he wanted her to move, he did not want her pulling up and leaving. His smirk was still gracing his lips when he told her, “I want you to ride me, to fuck yourself on my cock.” He hoped that she would be just as vigorous in fucking herself on his cock, as she was taking it from him. He wondered what kind of pace she would set, or if she was one of those kinds of women that became so overwhelmed by the pleasure that they couldn’t hold a rhythm. He doubted that Luna was that kind of woman, but he was curious nonetheless. Plus, he wanted to actually watch his cock sinking in and out of her body. He knew the sight would be very lewd, and he hoped she would move in such a way that he could lie there and watch it.

I have a young adventurer character that's up for interaction for anyone who wants to do some adventures. I've already got some plot ideas regarding him, but I'm more than happy to work around whatever someone else has. If you're interested, let me know.

Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Rex almost dropped his drink when a female voice spoke next to him. Her jerked slightly before snapping his head towards the source of the voice where he found a rather attractive young-looking woman next to him. However, what he noticed more than her attractiveness, was her rather nervous demeanor. She kept constantly glancing around the room, as if expecting bad company to show up. That made him quite curious. If she was trying to lay low and avoid trouble with the locals, she was going about it the wrong way. Her nervousness made her stand out like a sore thumb. Instead of calling her out on it, though, he lowered his glass to the table which clicked softly. He then looked her up and down, noting her rather slender frame. “I’m not sure you’re the type to actually do any fighting. That’s not for humans like us. We’ll get crushed like little bugs. But I’ve betted on a fair few of these fights, so I could likely let you know which are the best fighters to bet on.” Rex said, picking up his glass again. He then paused before actually sipping it before adding, “Either way, you’ll have to ask the big salamander here.” He then indicated Kalnarr with his drink before he sipped the smokey amber liquid. Kalnarr turned back around, “That’s lizard, ya damn monkey.” He rumbled in amusement. He then switched his gaze over to the female, and his gaze sharpened as he took note of her, noticing that she didn’t seem like a typical human. “Gecko, right.” Rex said, deliberately mis-hearing him as it was common for the two to joke like this. In an aside to the strange female, he whispered, “Just don’t call him a newt. That’s below the belt even for Zeta humour.” Kalnarr stopped his observation of the woman and looked back at Rex, “You Tau’ri are all the same. Chimping out like there’s no tomorrow.” He grinned as Rex chuckled, before the huge Zeta looked back at the woman, “But he’s right. Humans don’t fight in my ring. Physically, they’re just not up for the task. Especially a human female. These fights are filled with aliens that could tip your head off with their little finger. Getting involved in that shit is the quickest way to get yourself killed.” He didn’t care if she took offense to what he said, as it was the harsh truth. He wasn’t the type to sugar coat things, and would say things exactly as he saw them and right now he was seeing a young woman trying to jump into an end so deep it would swallow her whole in the deep, dark abyss.

Daedrin gave a thoughtful grunt when Izanagi explained how this Sin Lord and cycle worked. It seemed that the ‘political sphere’, for lack of a better term for it, worked a little similar to the Daedra. He stirred his porridge for a moment before saying, “That’s interesting. The Daedra operate in a somewhat similar manner. You have Daedric Generals that represent every Sin, as well as a couple of other things like Limbo, or Time, Space and Dimensions. They’re the rank below the Daedric King, and have their own domains where they have minions to do their bidding. But the King doesn’t come about the same way. A King’s power doesn’t come from the sins, or anything like that. It’s a little too complicated to explain fully, but there is a certain crystal in the Daedra Realm that grants them the power they have which allows them complete domination over their entire realm. It is possible for someone lower to challenge them, but rarely are such challenges successful.” He took a small bite from his porridge before looking back up at Izanagi once again, “But it sounds to me like this prophecy is essentially predicting that you’re going to break this cycle. This cycle has no doubt been going on for a very long time, and I doubt the other cycle conclusions have had this kind of attention before.” He scooped up some of his porridge before commenting somewhat sarcastically, “Lucky you.” He then ate his mouthful before scraping up the last of the porridge and eating it. He then paused, enjoying the feeling of hot food. He the put the pot aside and sighed, “I suppose we better clean up and start heading back to Selil.” He said. He was glad that the wound would be pretty much healed by the time they got back, as his wife would no doubt tell him off for taking risks. He carefully pushed himself up, before putting out the fire and then cleaning up the used dishes and cooking utensils. Once that was finished, he saddled Daegrin before he carefully pulled himself into it with his good leg. His bad leg was stuck at a slightly awkward angle to prevent it from hurting so much. He picked up the reigns before he began to lead the way out of the mountains.

Raeghan liked the feeling of Luna trying to wrap her arms and legs around him fully. It made it easier to hold her in place as he violently ploughed his cock into the very centre of her being. He could feel her hips trying to wiggle back against him, but he kept his thrusts hard and fast so that he was fucking her into the broken bed. There would be plenty of chances for her to be able to take over all the work. Right now, he had many years of pent up libido to let loose. Luna had warned him that she was insatiable. At this point; so was he. He felt as if he could cum and just keep going and going. At her suggestion, he smiled a little before he kissed the side of her neck. He then moved his lips up to beside her ear before whispering, “There’s no rush. We’ll…” He was forced to pause with a soft groan as the pleasure from her womanhood was so overwhelming it was causing his vision to flash white. When it calmed down, he continued, “... we’ll get to that later. There’s certainly several things I want to try with you.” He then once again kissed her neck before he increased the tempo of his hips. He could feel the edges of his own orgasm beginning to build, and he was at the point of no-return. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop. His hips were working automatically at this point, driving his cock relentlessly into her deliciously hot and wet cunt. The slopping sounds of her pussy filled the room, mingling with the smack of flesh upon flesh and her soft and sweet moans. He liked the fact that she wasn’t that loud, as it allowed him to pay better attention to these other sounds. He found that, mixed with the tactile sensation of fucking her into next week, it was even more arousing. He gritted his teeth, holding back his own groan as he could his orgasm beginning to run away with him. He fucked her as hard and as fast as this body allowed him to, hoping to drive her into cumming with him. A thin sheen of sweat covered his entire body, owing to the effort he was expending into fucking her. His thighs and butt muscles were aching from the thrusting he was doing, but he couldn’t stop himself. With a low groan in her ear, he warned her, “I’m going to cum!” Acting almost on instinct, he moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her passionately. As he drove his tongue into her mouth, he slammed his hips against hers as the orgasm hit. It was so powerful that it almost felt as if his entire being was pouring out of him into her hot cunt. His vision went white, flashing behind his closed eyelids. His cock throbbed, swelling slightly as ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head into her very womb. His groan of pleasure was swallowed up by their kiss as he gently rocked his hips against hers, instinctively trying to push his cum as deep into her body as possible.

Location: Village of Ryn’tur. Rowan snorted a little at the adorable look of confusion on Natia’s sweet face. When the barmaid was out of earshot, he said, “A honeymoon is a period after a new marriage. Most of the time, the newly wed couple go on a holiday somewhere else.” He paused before glancing around, “Although I will be honest, I don’t think I would want to come here for our honeymoon.” He then chuckled again before he pulled her close to him once more, wanting to enjoy the close contact and to feel her warm body pressing against his. He also figured that she would enjoy the sound of his beating hearts. They had not even been allowed to relax for six seconds when the barmaid was back, “Ay’ forgot t’ ask. Do ye want anythin’ t’ drink?” If Rowan had not been the kind of person to always remain alert, especially in populated areas, her appearance would have started him. His ear twitched and he automatically tightened his embrace around Natia protectively. He frowned a little before saying, “Ale for me. She will have Well water.” The maid nodded before she walked off again. “She’s a sneaky one…” Rowan commented softly as he relaxed his hold slightly before saying to explain why he specified for water from the local well, “You don’t want to drink the river water around here. It will make you sick. The well however taps into a nice underground spring and is actually pretty nice. It’s also much safer.” Location: Craethiel Wilds, on the outskirts of Lathulla. Lucius grimaced as he looked up at the sky, the clouds hanging low and heavy. Grey with the threat of an oncoming storm. The grey was tinged slightly with golds and fiery reds from the setting sun that hung lazily over the horizon. He threw another stick into the fire from where he sat on a fallen piece of log, before he glanced over to Aeris who was contently munching on some of the fertile grass that grew in the area, which had made it perfect for farming. He then looked over at another log that was sat by the fire, but it was empty; devoid of anyone. At the sight of it, he felt anger curling up on his stomach and he clenched his fists to prevent himself from shouting in articulate rage. It seemed that his father had, had a change of heart. Either that, or he had not really agreed to let Lucius take his sister after all. His agreement had been a farce! A sham! Just to lure Lucius into a false sense of security. It made him feel so angry that he had fallen for that trick. But then, he had never thought that his father, a Lord of the Kingdom would ever break his word! Such a thing was disgraceful! Not only that, but he had forbidden Lucius from returning to the manor until he said it was fine for him to return. Lucius knew when that was. No doubt after his father had finally married Ciara off to one of the King’s sons, in the hope that it would buy him favour in court. Lucius had already attempted to sneak back into the manor, but security was so tight it had been impossible. Lucius let out a shaking break, trying to keep a lid on his turbulent emotions. He vowed that he would return one day, and break his sister out of that cursed manor. He didn’t ever want to return to his father as his son. He had crossed a line, and Lucius would never forgive him for it. Lucius now wanted to completely strike out on his own, to become his own man instead of trying on the title of his father. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but there was no doubt some way to get by. Someone with his skills and equipment could no doubt get himself a good amount of high paying jobs. While he had been reluctant in being his father’s heir before, he now certainly didn’t want the position. As far as he was concerned, his father was dead to him. He doubt that his mother had anything to do with this, and fully intended on rescuing his mother as well. Failing that, he could always dispose of his father and take over the manor and his father’s place. But for now, he intended on trying to find some way to get into the manor grounds.

Location: Luxury Hotel; Early morning Kaylaen’s eyebrows almost shot into his hair when Sophia said that her bag was gone, and she thought it was the receptionist girl. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, and honestly a part of him was inclined to do so because neither of them knew what either Shez or Emma were like, but a larger part wanted to believe the best in people. Still, he forced himself to push back the covers and slide out of the bed. He grimaced at another stab of pain through his head as he forced his body into activity before he began to look around the room, hoping to actually find her bag. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any sign of it. It wasn’t even cheekily hidden in the wardrobe, or underneath the bed. He even went so far as to check the en-suite bathroom. It seemed like it was really gone. He managed to find his clothes strewn across the floor, and he checked through his pockets before cursing. His wallet was gone. While it didn’t have an awful lot of money in it, it did contain his cards as well as his drivers license. He had other things in there, like store cards but they were quite unimportant to him. In a panic, his hand flew up to his neck before he let out a sigh of relief. His necklace, the last real possession he had of his mother was still there. It was possible that they attempted to steal it, however while the chain was extremely delicate looking, it was very strong. Someone had attempted to mug it from him before but had been unable to tear it some his neck, nor were either of them able to undo the lock. He then rubbed his head trying to calm his raging headache before he looked back up at Sophia, now convinced that she was absolutely right about either Emma, or Shez, “My wallet is gone, too. Which means they made off with my shit, too.” He grimaced again before sitting down on the edge of the bed, laying his clothes neatly beside him, “I think we’ve been scammed. Quite possibly by them both. He seduces a pretty and innocent young lady, brings her back to a hotel to fuck and rob her blind. The pretty lady at reception could have been in on it, to help lower the guard… because who would suspect? I was just the unfortunate gubbi that was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time and was drunk enough to accept an invitation from three strangers.” He moved to shake his head at his own foolishness but stopped when it caused his headache to flare up, “Yeah, we’ve been had.” He took a deep breath, closing his head to centre himself and to try and think of what to do next. It was hard, with the pounding of his head, but he knew for certain that he would need to call up his bank and get his cards cancelled. He also would need to apply for a replacement driver's license. He also didn’t want to just leave Sophia alone to deal with this. He opened his eyes again before he focused on her, “We’ll get out of here. I can call a friend to drop me off at my place, and I can pick up some money. I think a hangover fighting breakfast is in order, because I don’t know about you but my headache is killing me and it’s hard to think like this, and we need our thoughts in order. Then… then I’ll try and help you. We can figure something out… how much money did you have?” Then he had a sudden thought and he asked, “Sophia…? Did they pay for the hotel room, or is that bill on us as well?” He really hoped she would give him the answer he was looking for.

Don't worry about it. It wasn't really a disruption. That's why the OOC exists, so we can talk about these things. I'm a firm believer that one should be open and communicative with ones roleplaying partners. So if I have a question, I will ask. And likewise, if you have a question, please don't hesitate to ask me about it. I promise, it's not a disruption and you aren't bothering me. I would prefer someone ask than sit there in confusion.

While Utopian Curse has some similarities to an Iseki anime (Thanks @Manni for explaining to someone with zero knowledge on anime) it most certainly is not one. It's intention is to be a survival RP with heavy mystery thrown in for good measure.

Yeah, Dezrin isn't the type to just attack because he things that Leon will attack Cassandra (Not that Leon would know that so it's understandable that he might think that Dezrin might attack in Cassandra's defence). He would, like most Eldyrannth due to their rather peaceful nature, prefer to avoid conflicts. He would first warn Leon not to hurt Cassandra, and give him the chance to either explain, or back off. Which in this situation, would have resulted in zero bloodshed since Leon was genuinely not trying to hurt her. And even if they can't understand each others language, there are other ways that they can communicate. Like telepathy, since Dezrin is telepathic as well. In fact he will respond to Leon's attempt at communication when I next post. Well, I imagine that does work in that kind of anime/loreverse. But not here, especially since Cassandra is not your normal chick. She's been hurt, and has suffered a lot. She doesn't trust easily, and Leon reaching out to grab her like that spooked her causing her to run away. I wouldn't expect her to react like a typical chick in those kinds of anime. Not even Lexi will react the same way, and compared to Cassandra she's very plain and normal xD

Okay, I wasn't sure. Although I can understand why someone might think of Dezrin as a fairy. I also wasn't sure since you put that your character could feel a hostile aura from said creature, although nowhere in my post did I state that Dezrin felt hostile towards him. Dezrin is one of the most easygoing people you could meet. He isn't hostile without reason, but I'll put that down as your character wildly mis-reading Dezrin's aura. Also, the naming system is not too hard. Eldyrannth is their species name. Eldyr is what they call their dragon form. When I state 'Tarunoid' that is merely their word for humanoid since they don't call humans, humans. They have a humanoid, and a dragon form. Tarunoid and Eldyr.

What is this "Fairy Lime" creature that you're referring to?

Location: On Northern side of the central Mountain range. It was the change in air pressure, and the difference in temperature that jerked Dezrin away from an easy slumber. He blinked rapidly as instead of lying in bed next to Frankrin, he was lying on a comfortable feeling bush with bright sunlight obnoxiously shining down into his eyes. He squinted his eyes closed with a grimace before he pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbing his eyes with the back of his fingers to try and get rid of the burning sensation that clung to them. When he was sure it had stopped, he finally opened his eyes. He blinked a few times to allow his eyes to adjust to the sunlight before he looked around to find himself in some kind of tropical forest. He frowned for a few moments before he suddenly remembered. Of course. Utopian Curse. He shifted his shoulder and smiled when he felt the resistance of a backpack strap digging into his shoulder. It had worked. Phoenix had warned him that this day would come, and he had prepared for it by packing a few supplies. Nothing that could make living here a walk in the park, but some necessities like some water purifiers, a scanner, his sonic screwdriver and some datapads. And of course, his gauntlets. While he usually didn’t wear them to bed, he made sure that he did this time. He was also fully dressed, in simple Eldyrannthian trousers and long sleeved t-shirt, with sturdy boots and an Eldyrannthian cloak. With a soft grunt, he stood up and looked around before holding up his arm to reveal a ring on his middle finger. He concentrated, and the ring glowed slightly before his gauntlet spread out across his hand, covering his fingers before it spread out down to his elbow. Using the programming of the device, he used the inbuilt scanner to scan the immediate environment around him. A small holographic screen appeared, informing him that he was only surrounded by trees and insect life. There wasn’t anything dangerous that could attack him. Pleased, he allowed the gauntlet to return to the shape of a ring before he changed form. His body blurred for a few moments before his Eldyr form stood in his place, his scales a brilliant orange colour. He glanced up, before he crouched and pushed himself up off of the ground. He spread his wings wide, pushing down in the all-important first stroke that lifted him up into the air. On the second stroke, he broke through the canopy of the forest and into the air. Now that he was higher, he could see a lot more. Stretched behind and either side of him was more of the forest that seemed to stretch on for miles. To the south of him was a long chain of snow caped mountains that rose steeply into the sky like claws. They were not as majestic as the mountains of his home, but they were impressive nonetheless. After a few moments consideration, he decided that he wanted to see what was on the other side of the mountain. So with a powerful stroke of his wings he pushed himself forwards towards the far peaks. As he flew, he kept his sharp gaze on the forest below, able to see each and every detail. He knew why his father, and sister were coming to the island. For the young Rassai that Kaylarvara had been forced to leave behind. But he was here for someone else, someone that was very important to him. It was the only reason he was so willing to be dragged here. He saw a flash of pale flesh down in the forest below, causing him to focus on it. It was then that he saw a body, one he recognised very easily. It was Cassandra, one of her dead bodies. What made him angry through, was that he saw a feline creature tearing at her flesh. Although this creature almost looked like a mix between a tiger and some kind of dinosaur-like lizard. With a faint growl, he folded his wings and dove down towards the figure and the animal. He flared his wings and landed down close to the body, causing the animal to jump in surprise. Dezrin turned his large head towards it and snarled, causing the creature to dash off as it clearly didn’t want to mess with something larger than it was. Dezrin then turned to look at the body, his tongue flicking out to taste the scent on the air. It didn’t smell as if she had been dead long, but he knew that she would be elsewhere on the island. Taking a moment to consider it, he used his talons to dig a deep grave close by, before using telekinesis to gently lift her partially eaten corpse and to place it down within the grave. He then pushed the dirt down on top of her and patted it down so that no other predators try and dig her up. It was not the most dignified burial, but at least her body was safe from further consumption. Once he was finished, he kicked back off of the ground and continued to fly towards the mountains that seemed to grow larger as he approached. He could see the clouds clinging to them, creating a haze that hid some of the sharp peaks from view. Instead of trying to fly over them, he decided to fly between the peaks. He tilted his wings and glided between two looming mountains that were so close together that there was only a few metres gap between them and the tips of his wings. The sun reflected off of his sea-green scales, causing flecks of green light to reflect onto the rock of the mountain. He enjoyed flying through the mountains, even if the wind was a little unpredictable due to the gusts buffeting against the rocks. He liked to soar between the peaks, especially when things got a little risky. That was when it really became fun. However he wasn’t after fun. He had to find her. He continued flying, sweeping past the jagged peaks until he finally flew out over a large grass clearing. As he looked down, he saw several large creatures that lumbered slowly by a quickly flowing river. He ignored them, despite the fact that he was mildly hungry. He had been flying for hours, and he had yet to eat since waking up. But he ignored the sensation, as he had something far more important to do. He followed the river until it came once again to the tropical forest, which he observed closely. He felt a change of pressure against his wings and he looked up to see dark clouds rolling in, signalling a storm. It looked very close by, and he rumbled in discontent. If the wind became too dangerous, it would force him to land and take shelter until it passed. He wasn’t very experienced with storm flying, certainly not like Thorin who flew into the teeth of a hurricane for fun. As the warm rain began to lash against his grey scales, he decided that he would try to continue as long as he could before talking shelter on the ground. It was then that he saw a flash of movement and peered at it closely. With a feeling of triumph, he had found who he was looking for. His gaze switched from her to another figure who seemed to try and grab out to her, but she evaded his grasp and ran off in a panic. Dezrin folded his wings and dove down forwards the forest. So that the male figure did not see him, he shrank his size before he disappeared into the foliage. Now that he was smaller, he was able to easily duck and weave around the branches and the looping vines. He sped along, zipping past Cassandra although as he was now black in colour and flying above her, she would not see him. Instead of appearing as his Eldyr form, he landed down behind a tree and returned to his Tarunoid form. He could hear her rapid footsteps and her panicked breaths, causing her to sound like a frightened deer. He stepped around the tree, so that she was able to see him clearly but he wasn’t so close that she would bump into him. He didn’t want to frighten her any more than she already was. Speaking in her language, he called out, “Cassandra! Wait!” He hoped the fact that he spoke her language would cause her to pause and address him. If she ran off, he would have to follow her. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

Location: Luxury Hotel; Early morning Kaylaen found himself being jerked out a really nice dream of a time when his mother had been alive, and he was helping her organise the wedding of a really nice couple. His eyes snapped open before he closed them with a slight groan as the light coming into the room from the window caused a stab of pain to violently rip through his skull. Why did he end up drinking last night? He knew it would always end up like this, so why did he keep doing it? It wasn’t as if he was masochistic, and was getting off on his own pain. While he liked drinking, and the sensation of being drunk, he certainly didn’t enjoy the morning after when he was sobre. Normally, if he had been at home, he would have drank a large glass of water and taken painkillers before passing out. It sometimes helped with the pain in the morning. It was then that he became aware of a panicked feminine voice. He opened his eyes a little, keeping them squinted almost closed as he forced himself to get used to the unreasonably bright light. He then turned his head to look over at the dusky skinned female standing near the bed with a look of frustration. He frowned slightly, trying to remember who she was. Vague memories returned to him from the night before, after he had left the bar. He had met that guy… Shez. Shez was his name, and then this woman. Sophia. That was her name. He remembered now. And then the receptionist, Emma. He glanced around, noting that neither Shez nor Emma were there. Clearly they had already left, leaving the two of them to sleep in. With an involuntary groan, Kaylaen sat himself up before he ran his fingers through his unruly hair. He tried to pat it down into some semblance of order, but it defied his efforts. With a sigh, he decided to leave it for the moment. He returned his attention to the clearly stressed out woman, “Sophia? What’s the matter?” He asked, annoyed to find that his voice was slightly rough sounding. He cleared his throat to try and force his throat to speak somewhat normally, “Where are Shez and Emma? Have they left already?” He then asked, hoping that she had an answer.

Rose was relieved when Anhara didn’t stop her from pulling away. She felt disgusted with herself for even caving in to the girls demand. Even though she had pulled back, she could still feel the press of Anhara’s lips against her own. It made them itch and she had to resist the urge to reach up and rub her mouth to try and rid herself of the sensation. She tried to block out what was being said, as she wanted as little reminding as possible. She hated being this helpless, forced between one evil and another. She really wished she had not met Anhara in that park, and was glad her canine friend was remaining in the living room as she had told him to. She flinched away from the caress against the cheek. At least the thumb across her lips banished that horrible feeling of Anhara’s lips against her own but the next words that left the girls mouth made Rose’s stomach twist. To her annoyance, Rose found herself feeling relieved when the girl announced that she wouldn’t gag her. But her stomach dropped when she was informed that, despite that, she was still going to be tied up. Her eyes drifted to the length of rope that the girl picked up, before she glanced over at the man impatiently tapping his foot. The sound was making her more anxious, and she had to resist the urge to get up and run. Her attention was brought back to Anhara at the sound of her sweetly reasonable sounding voice, a tone that was in complete contrast to the words that spilled from her mouth. Rose flinched when Anhara told her that being a good girl was part of the deal. She supposed that in Anhara’s world, it was. The demand of being ‘quiet’ translated as ‘doing as I say’. With a look of resignation, as Rose was not someone to willingly break her word, she did as she was told and brought her arms behind her back for Anhara to tie up.

Colab Post: This post was a collaboration between myself and @Temaelrin who did the Tahurin and Hanshaerin. We did this over at Google Docs before transferring it to here on EcchiDreams. Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. “Yes!” Kellina cheered quietly, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm when Jake confirmed that she could indeed fly his beautiful new ship. She couldn’t wait to do it. The only thing stopping her from just getting up and running to his ship was the fact that he was unlikely to allow her to fly it now that she had, had a few drinks. While she would risk inebriated flying with her own ship, she wasn’t so willing to risk his. She liked him, and thought of him as the closest thing to a friend she had, so she wasn’t willing to compromise their relationship like that. She was pulled from her thoughts when Jen’starr called out which caused her to snicker. No matter how many times she had seen this interaction between the two, it always amused her. She turned her attention back to Jake, leaning forwards and resting her elbows on the table as her hands cradled her cheeks, eagerly listening as he explained the specifications for the Clipper. Her eyes widened in delight when he said that it had torpedos. She couldn’t wait to see them blow up an asteroid or two! Her eyebrows then raised when he said that it had an Aymar Cloaking Device, which would allow him to easily evade or sneak up on targets with ease. Moira would absolutely kill to get her hands on it, just to study how it worked. They would do so much better on their contracts if they could simply disappear like that however the chances of them being allowed access to that kind of technology were practically zero. When he trailed off, she let out a soft groan. She rolled her eyes slightly and sat back with a pout on her lips, “Alright, calm down before you make me have an orgasm or something.” Her pouty expression disappeared as her eyes once again twinkled with amusement as she once again sat forward with a slight grin, “I think you’ve got the best best here on the station. I bet you’re going to have every contractor knocking on your door wanting you to do jobs for them.” Daniella snorted in amusement at this, almost choking on his drink as he had been mid-sip. He coughed a little, his cheeks going a little red. He put his glass down as Kellina laughed, “Alright, Danni, calm down. Wait until later before choking on Jake’s cock!” She jokingly said. “I’ll try!” Daniella said in a strained voice before coughing again, patting his chest to calm the coughing. When it stopped, he blinked the tears from his eyes before saying, “Sorry about that.” Kellina flickered his fingers, dismissing the need for an apology. She then glanced over to where Jen’starr and Chris had disappeared, “They’re taking a while. I wonder what kind of fun they’re having.” She then looked at the two of them and said, “I tried to get fucked by him once. Wouldn’t go for it. I’ve always pictured him to be kinda vigorous in bed.” “Really?” Daniella asked, raising his eyebrows. Kellina nodded, “Mhm. Although he strikes me as the monogamous type. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t interested.” At the entrance, a blond haired human male stepped into the bar, glancing around. He had just finished up his business, and how had a completely empty cargo hold. He still needed to find business to take him in the direction he was heading, but he would do that in the morning. He now had some extra cash in his pocket, and he wanted to get himself something to drink and to relax for the night. With any luck, he’ll get some more money at the card table. The more the better, as he was trying to save up for a better ship that would carry more cargo and, if possible, better defensive capabilities. Pirates were a damn problem, and help was not always in range. If they pulled you out of hyperspace, you were pretty much screwed. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he stepped up to the bar where the huge, almost nine-foot tall Zeta was stood putting some glasses away in movements that were surprisingly gentle for someone his size and bulk. The Zeta turned around and grinned down at Rex, “Well hello, Rex. Long time, no see.” He greeted in a deep, rumbling voice. “Hello, Kal’taour. Double Whiskey, if you please.” Rex greeted as he slipped onto one of the stools in front of the bar. “Right you are!” Kal’taour said, picking up a sparkling whiskey glass from underneath the bar before turning around and pulling down a whiskey bottle. He poured in some of the amber coloured liquid into the glass before turning around and putting it down in front of Rex before saying, “There’s a fight on tonight, if you’re interested.” He then grinned down at the human. Rex paused before picking up the glass of alcohol, “I think I might be. I have some money I was going to spend on some cards but… I might have changed my mind.” He then smiled slightly as the Zeta chuckled. “I’ll see you there.” Kalnarr told him before turning away and allowing Rex to enjoy his drink in peace. Location: Command Centre (Bridge), Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Once she had received permission from Alexander that the large Epsian ship was welcomed, and even expected, Karla initiated contact with them to inform them that if they wished to send people to the station, to either send a smaller ship or beam people directly to the customs bay so that they could be checked into the ships logs as visitors. However she was startled to see Talrin’s face appear on the screen, a figure she knew well from the political information given to them by Axel. Despite being the King of one of the member states, he was dressed in an EPSIFleet uniform, the colours being Epsian purple with a golden trim with a bar on each side of the collar. Each plate roughly an inch long. It had a purple gold border, with four pips inside with a black background. It marked him as the Grand Minister of Health, which spoke at how seriously they were taking this situation. As Karla froze for a moment, Talrin was the first to speak as he pressed his right hand over his left heart and bowed his head slightly, “Greetings, Andromeda One. We have arrived to assist Doctor Daniel Tucker with your current situation.” Gathering herself, Karla nodded and said, “Yes, sir. We have just been appraised of your ships arrival by Ambassador Axel. But he said nothing about her Captain though. Welcome to Andromeda One, your Majesty. If you wish to come aboard, you will need to send a smaller ship, or beam into customs.” “You know Axel; he doesn’t like to make a fuss. Just Doctor will be fine, Commander. I am here on behalf of the Hael’aar Grand Council, not the Eldyrannthian Star Empire. I would prefer to have Daniel come here, so that he might benefit from the medical services this ship has. Please let him know that we are here, and whether he would prefer to beam onboard, or if he would prefer us to send a ship for him.” Talrin said. “Alright, Doctor. I’ll let him know.” Karla said, before putting him on hold. She glanced around, seeing several wide eyed faces staring at her. But as her hard gaze swept over the bridge staff, they immediately turned back around and pretended to be busy. Location: Medical Centre, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy, then the Medical Centre, EPSI Haelycia Daniel had been in the middle of reading the report that had been delivered to him by Christopher when his comm unit chirped to let him know that someone was contacting him. Absently, he pressed the button, “Yes?” He asked in a distracted tone. Karla’s voice came through, “Doc, we have an EPSIFleet ship here, the EPSI Haelycia. They’ve come to help us with the Dust situation. They want you to go onboard as they’ve got better medical facilities.” “Mmm…” Daniel hummed, the words not quite registering at first as he was so focused on the report in front of him. There was silence for several moments before Karla prompted, “Doc?” It was then that Daniel’s brain put together what she said. He sat up straighter, blinking in shock, “Haelycia? Ah… what?” He asked. He could hear amusement in Karla’s voice as she replied, “The flagship for the Hael’aar Grand Council has arrived, with the Grand Minister of Health. They want you to go onboard. They want to know if you want to be beamed over, or if you want them to send a ship over.” Daniel blinked, turning that over in his mind. He then frowned a little, “A ship might be better. I know they have better medical technology than we do, and I have a couple of Dust related patients here. One user, and the person they delved into the mind of.” He said, privately admitting to himself that the thought of being transported made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “Alright. I’ll let him know, so make sure you have your patients ready. I’ll be sending them to M-six.” Karla said. “I will. Thank you.” Daniel said, before pressing the button to cut the communication. He then looked up at his second in command, “Rebecca, please get the Dust patients ready for transportation and take them to Docking Pad M-six.” He ordered, referring to a special docking pad that was reserved for medical transports, just in case there was an emergency where medical ships needed to dock and the normal docking bay was full. “Yes, Doctor.” Rebecca said, nodded before she moved off and began issuing orders. Daniel turned to his work station, where he began to transfer the patient files over to the datapad that he had been reading the Hael’aar report on. He needed to gather all the relevant material to take with him. Location: A little while later, on Haelycia. When Daniel stepped off of the Courier that had ferried him and his patients to the large ship that was now in orbit around the planet, he was greeted by Talrin who touched his chest with his right hand and bowed his head, “It is good to meet you, Doctor Tucker.” He greeted. His voice was quiet deep and smooth, his words well enunciated. His accent was what Daniel expected; quite aristocratic, a little similar to a very posh English Accent but with several vocal differences. Feeling more than a little nervous about the prestigious company, Daniel found himself nodding almost foolishly, “Ah-j-just Daniel will be fine.” He said before clearing his throat in an attempt to get a hold of himself. He had to tilt his head just to look up at Talrin, who was a giant compared to himself at eight and a half feet tall. It made him feel very small, like a child. Talrin smiled slightly, and Daniel found himself smiling in return as it was the most infectious smile he had ever seen. It was so genuine and full of life that it caused him to feel almost giddy with happiness, a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. Before he could orient himself, Talrin was speaking, “Allow me to introduce you to those working with you. These are my sons, Doctors Tahurin and Hanshaerin, and my Grandson, Ukerin.” Daniel looked to the other three, and saw two men that looked so much alike that they had to be identical twins. The only difference between the two was that one had black hair and the other had a startling white hair colour. They both had pink eyes, but their relation to Talrin was clear in the shape of their face as well as the intensity of the eyebrows. The last person was much smaller than the others, with black hair and a single blond highlight, similar to how Talrin had blond streaks through his hair. Daniel idly wondered if that was something they added in themselves, or was natural, but decided it would have been rather rude to ask. Either way, the main thing he noted about them was that they were very physically attractive, with feminine qualities that enhanced their features. Ukerin looked like what he would expect a trap to be like; very feminine with a hint of masculinity. The one he wasn’t able to figure out was Talrin. He found himself unable to put a pin into their actual gender. He seemed perfectly balanced between the two and, similar to the optical illusion of the spinning dancer, it was easy to see them as female, or male. It was something that Daniel found a little confusing, and he had to keep in mind that the ‘rin’ suffix of their name indicated a male, or Kae. “Hello.” Tahurin greeted politely. Like his father, he had a rather aristocratic accent and his words were well pronounced, “Hello.” Daniel greeted back. His twin brother, however, was not the same. Instead, he spoke in Russian, with a very thick Russian accent, “Привет.” At Daniel’s confused look, Talrin said, “He said ‘Greetings’.” “Ah.” Daniel said, before nodding back at Hanshaerin to acknowledge the greeting, “Greetings.” He responded. “Hai~!” Ukerin said in an exuberant tone as he waved his hand enthusiastically. His voice, like his appearance, was quite feminine and light. His whole face lit up with enthusiasm that caused Daniel to smile, “Hello.” He said. “My staff will transfer the patients to the main medical lab. Please, come this way.” Talrin said, indicating for Daniel to walk beside him as they left the docking bay. Having to walk quickly to keep up with the mans significantly longer stride. Once he had found his stride, he said, “I was actually in the middle of the Medical Report that you had done on the small quantity of Dust you obtained.” “We’re hoping that a larger amount will be found so that Hanshaerin can study it. His speciality is Pharmaceuticals.” Talrin responded to which Hanshaerin muttered, “Это хороший способ сказать «Эксперт по наркотикам»...” Talrin glanced at Hanshaerin and replied, “It’s still Pharmaceuticals. Drugs are drugs, no matter their effect.” “I’m sure Christopher will find something. He’s very resourceful and he knows his way around the underparts of the station that I don’t even want to know about.” Daniel replied, looking back at Hanshaerin as he was completely unsure as to what the man had said to get that response from Talrin. “Undoubtedly.” Talrin said, sounding amused. It astounded Daniel just how expressive the man's voice could be. It was unlike any voice he had encountered before, and he found himself rather charmed by it. Talrin then went on to say, “Our Neurologist, Tahurin, will study your patients and hopefully come up with a way that allow the victims of the mind-rape to recover physically.” “Yes, I’m quite concerned about Sandra.” Daniel said, referring to the patient that had been assaulted by the Dust user, “She has yet to respond to any treatments we’ve attempted.” “If I can find out what the damage is, I should be able to figure out a way to combat, or mitigate it.” Tahurin said. “I hope so. This drug has been a bit of a nightmare for doctors back on Earth. And that does seem to be the origin of the stuff. Ashaea is completely clear of the stuff.” Daniel said. “You’re Ashaean, aren’t you? You certainly have the accent of someone that’s been living there.” Talrin said. “I am, yes. From the Capital City. I’ve known Alexander for a long time.” Daniel replied. Talrin nodded, a sharp gesture, before saying, “Yes. Roughly Snowden Town, one of the towns that make up Blackberry Capital City.” Daniel’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Ah-yes. Yes… how did you know? Read my personnel file?” He asked. “No. I recognised your accent, despite the influence of the accent that has become more prevalent on the more permanent members of Andromeda Station. A mix between Ashaean and some of the Earth accents.” Talrin replied. “Really? I didn’t know that.” Daniel commented. “Linguistics is a hobby of Grandpapa’s.” Ukerin said with a grin, adding, “He’s like a walking, talking universal translator.” Before Daniel could respond to that, the group came to a stop in front of a set of double doors that opened up with a faint, barely perceptible hiss to reveal a small round-like room that vaguely looked like a lift. Talrin motioned for Daniel to enter first and when he had, the others followed him. No one said anything, but Daniel saw the lights in four areas of the room flash as if to simulate movement. “Are we in a lift?” He asked, looking up at the slightly domed ceiling. “A turbolift, yes.” Talrin confirmed. “We’re moving?” Daniel asked, sounding a little uncertain and causing Ukerin to giggle as Hanshaerin muttered, “Идиот человек.” Daniel glanced at Hanshaerin but was unsure as to what the man said, and Talrin didn’t offer up a translation. Instead, the monstrously tall man said, “Yes, we are. We’re going down several decks to the medical lab where your patients are so we can start by having a look at them.”

He's going to be super confused to wake up to her panicked state. But nah, I'll leave her stuff stolen. Because I'm sadistic like that. Luckily, since Kaylaen lives in the city, he has friends that can swing by and drop off shit for him. Of course, they'll never let him live that down.

Some nice Character Development. Yes... development... I suppose since her stuff has been stolen, there's a good chance that Kaylaen's stuff is also gone.

I feel kind of sorry for Sophia. And yet, I don't. Because such drama is fun xD

Mmkay, I've done a post moving Diomedes back to where he is. The only interaction people can have with him is through Rayvenne who is now free to move around and interact with other characters. Originally, she was waiting for Chazin but that's not going to be happening. With her I was thinking on going what we touched on, @Aura with the Succubus that seduced Sophia. Since she was working for a larger network, so I was thinking that Rayvenne was going to probe into that for Diomedes (Basically, use something we used as convenience and make it into a larger plot). Although if things get too hot, she might keep Diomedes as reserve support. But, if there are any characters interested, let me know! I've also moved Thaene on, since again he was with Karma one of Kal's characters. He's a drug dealer so if any characters want to hang around with someone who's not exactly law abiding, OR want drugs in RP, then let me know. He has a special phone for orders, so I will allow other characters to have his number as long as it's explained somehow (Like they got the number off of an NPC friend who told them that Thaene is good for drugs). I decided to wait for your post, Aura, before posting with Kaylaen.

Location: Laundry Room, Naughty Cow Dairy Alvina froze when she heard David’s voice, but she refused to turn back around towards him. Her cheeks were still bright red, and she could feel the heat radiating from them. To try and clear the uncomfortable sensation in her throat, she coughed a little before she stuttered, “I-It’s alright! I’ll just… just, um, step outside. L-leave you to it!” She then gave into the compulsion to flee, and quickly made her way to the door, opening it up and stepping outside. She then quickly closed and locked the door behind her so that David could deal with himself in peace. She couldn’t believe that her first time seeing a man naked was a complete accident and she very much doubted that David wanted her to see him in such a compromising position. She just hoped that he could forgive her for it. Alvina closed her eyes, trying to will the persistent blush away, feeling the heat prickling against her fair skin. She crossed her arms against her chest, silently counting down from ten in her heat as she forced her breathing to even out. Slowly, her heartbeat returned to normal, and the blush receded. By the time she reached zero, she felt almost like herself again. She still felt a little jittery, but otherwise she was feeling better. She took a deep breath, calming herself fully before she glanced around to see if Evelyn was still hanging around in the corridor. Location: Haunted Hotel and Promiscuous Palace After ensuring that Chazin would keep his little brother firmly in line, Diomedes had left the two in the basement of the hotel to continue playing and left through the front door while the oblivious receptionist sat at the desk. After all, he needed to return to the Promiscuous Palace to continue his vigil. Before he did, he pulled out his phone and saw that he had a missed call from Rayvenne while he was busy with Chazin. He called her back, and only had to wait a few moments for her to pick up. ‘About time you called back.’ Rayvenne’s voice greeted him. “I apologise. I was busy with someone. I assume you’re now in Ashaea?” Diomedes asked. ‘Sure am. So what can I do for you?’ Rayvenne asked, getting straight to business. “I want you to check up on someone for me. I’ll email the details later. But I want you to stay in Ashaea for the time being. I need eyes and ears outside of the mansion.” Diomedes told her. ‘Need someone to do your dirty work, huh? Alright. As long as you pay me.’ Rayvenne told him, causing him to give a humourless chuckle. “Of course. Standard pay, and you’re welcome to find other contracts in your free time.” Diomedes told her. ‘Deal. I’ll await your email. Take care.’ Rayvenne said. “And you.” Diomedes said before hanging up and slipping his phone back into his pocket. He then dimensionally shifted, slipping back to the point where he had left the mansion in the first place, the moment he had disappeared. He descended down into the basement, but paused when he saw that the bookshelf he had destroyed in his fit of frustrated anger was now fully repaired. Slowly, he turned his eyes towards his chair where the furry form of the Daedric Wolf sat. His eyes glanced down, to see the pitch black shadow of the Mako. He then looked up at the Daedric Wolf who turned in his chair to say, “About time you returned.” Thinning his lips slightly, Diomedes responded in a rather short tone, “I had something I needed to do.” “I know. That’s the problem with your future self. He tends to rat you out.” The Daedric Wolf said, sounding almost amused before his tone turned serious again, “You can’t go disappearing like that. While you returned only moments after you left, the Spectres are tied to you. The same amount of time has passed for them, as it has for you. They are Temporal Spectres after all. Work it out. Don’t do that again. Next time you need to go off, call me and I’ll babysit the Spectres while you’re gone.” The corner of Diomedes’ lip twitched slightly, and he had to clamp down on an angry response. Because he didn’t want to look like a petulant child, because the Daedric Wolf was correct. He really shouldn’t have gone off like that. Finally, he gave a stiff nod, “Yes, Father. I promise I will call you… if I have a means to. At the moment, the only way I have to call you is to visit the Jyravana. But then we’re back at square one. Although I’ve made arrangements so that this situation shouldn’t arise again, unless it’s extremely serious.” “It won’t be a problem, son. I’ll sort you a way to call me.” The Daedric Wolf said, before he looked over at the bookshelf, “Although I would have thought you would have lasted longer before going crazy.” He commented. Diomedes twitched, feeling a surge of that frustrated anger again. It made him want to lash out, to snarl hurtful words but with an effort he controlled himself, “It’s nothing.” He said, trying to keep his voice even. The Daedric Wolf looked back at him, looking vaguely unimpressed, “Don’t fall into your mother’s old habit, son. It’s not ‘nothing’.” He then looked a little compassionate before he said, “If you need company, just call. It’s not like I don’t understand, son. Because I do. At least mostly so don’t bother trying to hide how much it’s affecting you.” He then stood up, “I think it’s pretty clear that you need some balancing. So come on, to the bedroom.” “I don-” Diomedes started to say but was interrupted by the Daedric Wolf, “And that tells me just how much you need it. Don’t make me order you, son. Get in the bedroom, now. Father will keep an eye on the Spectres while we’re gone.” Diomedes sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue, “Yes, father.” He said before moving towards the bedroom. Another figure emerged from the Daedric Wolf’s shadow, sitting down in the chair in front of the screens. With fur so black that it was impossible to see details, the cheeky grin that stretched at his lips looked out of place. As the two disappeared into the bedroom, the Dark Star Wolf turned and looked up at the screens as the blank faced Wolfie’s stared back at him. He wiggled his fingers at the screen before chuckling as he picked up Diomedes’ Game Boy and opened it up, “Now let’s see… ah!” He muttered as he loaded up the game to see where he was. Breeding some Pokémon. His grin widened as he started playing the game. Location: Thaene’s House After he and Karma had visited his probation officer, Thaene had left the young anthro to return home so that he could go to work. That left Thaene with the uncomfortable task of heading home, as he knew his mother had been there for the night and would no doubt rail on him for spending the night away on Christmas Day. He knew his grandparents would understand. They always did. How such sweet people were able to produce a child like Jillian, Thaene had no idea. He was convinced that she had some kind of fucked up mental illness, and thus deserved to be locked up in the crazy house. It was a shame that his grandparents were too old to look after his siblings. He grimaced, knowing that if she did disappear, he would likely be the one landed with them if their biological fathers were not interested in them. And as much as he loved his siblings, he wasn’t exactly good with doing that. He didn’t have a stable job, nor did he even have his own home. And he couldn’t until his probation was up or he had a stable job, not without raising suspicion. Maybe he should start hunting around for a job that he liked enough to stick with, that paid enough money to pay the rent and other bullshit bills. When he arrived at the front door of his grandparents house, he paused for a moment before unlocking the door and stepping inside. However, as he looked over at the coat and shoe rack, he saw that Jillian’s things were not there. He sighed in relief before closing the front door. He moved into the living room where his grandparents were sitting watching some daytime television. His grandmother, Margaret, looked up at him with a motherly smile, “Hello, dear.” There was a hint of worry in her eyes, “Where were you last night?” “I stayed with a friend. Sorry about that.” Thaene apologised, feeling genuinely bad for not keeping them in the loop. “It’s alright, son. I think we can understand why.” His grandfather, Daniel, said with a soft snort as he continued gazing at the screen. “Are you hungry, dear?” Margaret asked. Thaene smiled before shaking his head, “No thanks, nan. I’m good for now. I’m just going to go to my room and do some more job searching.” He said. “Good lad.” Daniel said encouragingly as Thaene left the room and headed up the stairs. He slipped into his room which, thankfully, looked unmolested by his mother. His grandparents had put his presents on his bed for him to sort out. Most of them were from them, with one or two from his other siblings. Nothing from his mother, of course but that was to be expected. He sat down at his desk and booted up the computer. Normally, he would just sit and play games, but this time he decided he was actually going to hunt for a place to stay.

Location: Lexi’s Tree, Southern part of the island. Lexi’s breathing caught in her throat as she heard a distant rumbling sound. She huddled even further in her little shelter, knowing that the storm was almost upon them. Kayda slept on, completely oblivious to the elements, safe and content in Lexi’s arms. The ambient temperature seemed to plummet, causing Lexi to shiver at the sudden coldness. The previous night, it had been comfortable enough for her to sleep exposed on the ground. But now, the air held a chill to it that made her curl around Kayda as if to protect them both from the storms icy grip. The insect sounds seemed to become quiet, plunging the world into an unnatural silence. It made her tense, as if there was a predator stalking around outside looking for her. She hated it, and wished this damn storm was over. She had never really liked storms back home, which was one reason she certainly loved being a pilot. The weather was not something she had to content with. She flinched when she saw a flash of light outside that illuminated the plants and trees. It made her acutely aware that the bright sunshine had dimmed and almost plunged the world into darkness. She then began to hear the slight pitter-patter of rain as it struck the leaves on the foliage all around. In any other situation, Lexi would have actually found it relaxing, but another rumble dispelled that illusion. She whimpered softly as the rain became heavier. There was another flash, followed quickly by another rumble, indicating that the storm was getting even closer. Lexi could hear the wind sighing through the trees, causing the leaves to restlessly rub against each other, creating a rustling sound that accompanied the pounding of the rain. The air grew colder, and it began to feel damp. Lexi really didn’t like this. As if sensing her friends distress, Kayda roused and let out a soft little chirp. She stretched her neck out and peered out of the opening, her eyes whirling slowly in the colours of green and blue. She then blinked, before tilting her head up towards Lexi began she began to hum in a comforting fashion. Lexi relaxed slightly, feeling somewhat reassured by the fearlessness of the little dragon. She stroked along Kayda’s back, focusing on her little friend instead of the storm outside. Kayda’s eyes whirled faster as her humming became louder. She chirped and rubbed her tiny face against the hand stroking her. Lexi smiled and whispered, “Thanks, Kayda.” She flinched again when there was another clashing of thunder but she kept her focus on the golden dragon, allowing the small creature to ground her to keep her sane.

One of Daedrin’s eyebrows rose when Izanagi mentioned that his rambling was fun. The corner of his lips twitched up a little in amusement, pleased that Izanagi didn’t get annoyed with his slight tangent. It was an unfortunate habit that he had inherited from his fathers, and not everyone had the patience for a long-winded tangent that had nothing to do with the subject. The thing about the Angels bugged him so much that he had slipped into that very habit. But it seemed that Izanagi not only agreed with him, but offered up an explanation as to why the Angels were so obsessed with this war, and were afraid that Izanagi would shut it down. It made him grimace slightly.. While not exactly the same situation, the Eldyrannth had fallen into the trap of thinking that only fighting would solve the war. Granted, they were always on the defensive, as they never actively invaded the Daedra but they were always fighting back. His fathers sought a very different end to the fighting. To truly rid one, of one's enemy is to make the enemy one’s friend. Or, in their case, take them over and slowly bring them back to a path that followed Universal Rights. As he returned his attention back to Izanagi as he explained that a confrontation with the Sin Lord was unavoidable, Daedrin decided to utilise his telekinesis to cause the spoon in the pot to stir its contents. He couldn’t be bothered leaning forwards to do it himself, and Izanagi had seen his display of kinesis before, so he didn’t think his friend would get overly upset by it. He nodded his head in agreement to Izanagi’s prophecy comment, “I agree. Which means it is often poorly worded, hard to divine the meaning of and can be attributed to any number of things. I’ve known a number of prophecies that have come true in my lifetime, but they are an absolute pain in the arse to deal with, especially when about ten or twenty events can be explained by that prophecy. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” He then paused for a moment before asking, “Who, exactly, is the Sin Lord?” As he asked, he spooned out the porridge into their bowls, handing Izanagi his while he sat back with his own and began to eat.

Location: Village of Ryn’tur. Rowan blinked in surprise when Natia had the confidence to crawl up on his lap in front of the other patrons of the Inn. He saw a few glances in their direction, some with admiration, and others with open envy. It made Rowan feel quite smug, and he felt lucky that it was he that Natia was looking at with those beautiful eyes filled with love. Granted, he had saved her life back in the forest, but his gut was telling him that she would have liked him without the heroics. He chuckled slightly, a soft sound deep in his chest before he wrapped his arms around her. One of them moved along the curve of her arse, pulling her closer towards him so that their crotches were lined up perfectly. His other arm wrapped around her back and cuddled her close. He let out a soft sigh of contentment, “Mm. I like this.” He said softly, so only she could hear him. Pulling her flush against his chest, he rested his chin on the top of her head after giving her a soft kiss. He then told her, “After we’ve had something to eat, I’ll rent a room. If you want a bath, I’ll hire the services of their bathing facilities. I think other than that shallow swim in the river, neither of us have bathed.” He wrinkled his nose, hoping that he didn’t smell too offensive. After all, he had been the one to swim in the river as a wolf, which had no doubt given him a bit of a ‘wet dog’ smell. Just then, a young lady stepped up to their table, “Is there anyhin’ I can get for ye?” She asked, her accent quite thick. “What do you have?” Rowan asked, stroking a thumb along Natia’s back just in case the sudden appearance of the barmaid had startled her. “We ‘ave a stew on the fire, and some bread fresh this mornin’. We also ‘ave some steak with some roast potatoes, and greens.” The young woman replied. “I’ll have the steak.” Rowan told her, before glancing at Natia to see what she wanted. (Feel free to control the barmaid. She’s a rando NPC)

Rose’s eyebrows crinkled a little when Anhara cooed that she was a good girl. This confused Rose, and instead of finding it comforting it made her tense. Why was she praising her as a good girl when she had just refused Anhara what she wanted? She cringed when Anhara cooed again, like a mother to a baby. She could never remember her own mother talking like that. She felt that it was patronising, and she hated every moment of it. Her body tensed further when she felt Anhara’s hand curve around the back of her neck, holding her in place and preventing her from being able to pull away like she wanted to. She gulped again when Anhara revealed why she was a ‘good girl’. The problem with her honesty and Ahnara, was that it seemed to be a double edged sword. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew that her honesty was going to get her into deep trouble. Her jaw clenched, the muscles tightening to the point of pain when Anhara leaned so close that their lips were brushing. Rose could feel the warm air ghosting her lips, making a whimper threaten to burst from her throat. But she violently squashed the feeling down, not wanting the two to know just how terrified she was. She was being backed into a corner, with a choice between damning herself, and being damned. Kiss the girl and be quiet, or have the girls panties shoved into her mouth. The latter option made her stomach lurch, twisting itself into a hard knot. Her breath froze in her lungs, as if afraid that breathing on Anhara would awaken the monster that lurked behind the friendly, smiling face. The thought of Anhara’s underwear being in her mouth disgusted her. It made the kiss seem like almost nothing in comparison. But at the same time, she didn’t want to do anything willingly that would show that she was accepting what they were doing to her. Because deep in her heart she held the hope that she might be able to get out of this alive. She then flinched as the man’s voice interrupted her thoughts. So focused on Anhara that she had forgotten about the other girls father. Her eyes flickered towards him, noting the impatient stance before she refocused on Anhara once again. Her lip trembled as Anhara told her to make her choice quickly. After a few moments of debating with herself, she scrunched her eyes up so that she could no longer see Anhara before reluctantly closing the gap between them and pressing her lips against Anhara’s own. She tried for a quick kiss, allowing it to linger for a few moments before trying to pull back.