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  1. Daedrin blinked slowly at his companion as he tilted his head slightly at his questions. He raised one shoulder in a slight shrug before moving back to the fire and picking up the lid of the cooking pot, stirring the porridge as he said, “There is no need to be worried about me, Izanagi. I can easily go days without sleeping before I feel the real urge to. I regularly do that in my profession, as some metals cannot be left overnight and must be tended throughout the hours. Due to how tired you were, I decided it would be best to let you sleep through the night. You were in much more need of the sleep than I was.” He pulled the spoon from the porridge, tapping it against the side of the pot before replacing the lid to keep the heat in. He then stood up and moved over to their bags where he pulled out their bowls and spoons before he returned to the fire and served them up breakfast, handing Izanagi’s to him. Once he had food, Daedrin sat back down, once again crossing his legs before he said, “You’re right in that the mine is in a cave. Quite deep within it. It will be getting a little warm, no doubt. But the ore for Kraerhil is quite elusive. We will need to take climbing gear in with us because there are a few parts where we will need to climb down.” While he could easily climb up and down himself, he wasn’t sure how good Izanagi was at climbing so it was best to be prepared. He ate a spoonful of his food before saying, “The ore itself is almost indistinguishable from the rock around it. You’ll have to be looking carefully for a slight metallic shine to it. It will almost seem to glitter when you hold a torch close to it. It would be a good idea to stick together, just in case we get lost. But hopefully the worst we will encounter are sleeping bats.” Once he had finished his piece, he finished up his breakfast and began to clear away the camp. Once it was cleared up, he saddled Daegrin again before pulling himself up onto the Aelda. He then turned and lead Izanagi along a rocky path. Even though they had been close to the mine the previous day, it had still taken them an hour to reach the cave entrance which looked quite unremarkable but it was large enough to take the horses inside but not while ridden. Daedrin dismounted and pulled out a torch before lighting it with his flint and steel. He turned and looked at Izanagi, “We will take the horses in with us a little. It wouldn’t be safe to keep them out here. Something like a griffin, or even a dragon might decide that they would make a nice lunch.” With that, he turned and lead them into the cave with Daegrin’s metal-shod hooves clicking all around them. The cave quickly became dark, with only the light of the torches to guide them. The cave went straight for about ten metres before it turned, coming into an opening where the room was wider and the ceiling higher, “We can leave them here.” He said back over his shoulder to his companion before leading Daegrin over to the side and looping his rein around an outcropping of stone. He then moved to the bags where he pulled out rope, and numerous metal spikes and a grapple hook. He then turned to Izanagi and asked, “Ready to go cave exploring?” He then grinned slightly, as he was going to enjoy this personally. He had always enjoyed exploring caves when he was a young boy, even if he got lost.
  2. The freedom of the RP does allow you to do something like that, yes. @Temaelrin has a character in that situation. But Aura is right in that there are currently no wide-ranging events. That won't happen until my main plot starts moving. It will be involving a war that other characters will be free to fight in.
  3. At what the fire said, one of Donovan’s eyebrows rose as he wondered what they had meant by that. Was he someone they weren’t expecting? Perhaps they were expecting someone else in the force? The figure seemed to stare at Donovan, but with the suit he wasn’t able to tell where they were staring nor what his expression was like. A fact that rather irritated Donovan, as he liked being able to talk to someone face to face rather than through a mask that hid their expressions and motives. His head tilted a little when the figure introduced themselves as ‘Mighty Action X’ before performing a pose for no reason. This quite confused Donovan and he wasn’t sure what to make of it exactly. Thankfully, the figure moved on to say that he needed to get armed and do some training. Training? What kind of training? And armaments? His Arm Computer beeped at him and he brought it up to see that there was an update that allowed him to access the weapons shop to pick a primary weapon. It also said that he could dual wield, which was a nice option to have. He began to look through the weapons, skipping over the guns. Guns he knew how to use with ease. He was a fully trained officer after all. What caught his attention was the selection of melee weapons. Some of them held no interest to him such as the mace, or a punching glove. What caught his attention was a longsword. It was quite slim, and rather basic. He could no doubt ‘update’ it as he went along. But it was the only thing that drew his attention. So he selected it and entered the customisation. He was about to simply exit but paused as he looked through some of the skins that were available. He selected one that would make the blade of the sword red in colour. He finished the customisation, causing the sword to appear in his hand. He then saw that the shop was now open and he decided to take a small browse of it. It seemed that he was right. He could improve the weapon later. Of course, he lacked the currency that this strange HeroOS seemed to be using, and he wondered how he could get his hands on some. He dismissed the shop and looked back up at the strange figure. He then glanced around when Mighty Action X clicked his fingers and made strange blocks appear around them, with some even floating in the air. He turned his attention back to the figure as they spoke, stating that they were going to start with the basics. He watched as the figure summoned a hammer like weapon, causing Donovan to tense a little before he tilted his head a little, “Alright…” He said slowly, gripping his sword with both arms. He set his feet on the ground, one slightly placed in front of him aiming straight out front. The other was a half-step behind him, turned at a slight angle. He sword was held out in front of him, tilted up at a forty-five degree angle.
  4. Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan chuckled at her playful protestations, as that was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. She was simply adorable when she was so embarrassed. He could do it all day long, and adore that sweet little blush of hers while she squirmed. When her lips pressed against his own, he returned the loving kiss, holding her close to him before he watched her when she pulled away slightly. He gave her a tender smile, shifting his hand up to stroke her cheek in a loving fashion, “I love you too, Natia. My sweet little White Lily.” He said, thinking to the White Lillies that they had growing in the Palace Gardens and how beautiful they were, just like Natia. He also figured that she might appreciate the compliment, being so close to nature that she was. He looked back up as Baellator snorted, pulling him from his thoughts. They were approaching the gates now, which was guarded by two humans in rusty looking armour. They had shields and spears. As they drew closer, Rowan could see that they were also wearing very bored expressions. They seemed to stir a little, looking at the two on the horse. One of them looked them up and down, “Blimey. That’s one hell of a beast you have there.” He said, sounding surprised. Baellator snorted, pawing the ground in irritation at being called a ‘beast’. Rowan moved the hand that had been gripping his mane to pat the side of his neck, calming him down, “Thank you for stating the obvious.” He said, causing the man to look annoyed. The other made an attempt to be a little more polite, “What is your business here?” He asked. “We’re passing through, that’s all.” Rowan answered. The first one looked a little suspicious but the second guard shrugged and waved them through saying, “Just make sure that you obey the rules of the town, strangers.” Rowan nudged Baellator forwards and he moved into the town at a walk, his tail swishing in irritation. Rowan could feel Baellator’s dislike of being within the town, but then he couldn’t blame him. He had, after all, spent all of his life within the forest, and had avoided contact with everyone other than Eldyrannth and himself. Rowan continued to stroke his neck as he said out loud, “Don’t let it get to you, friend.” He told him. Baellator snorted again, sounding indignant and Rowan looked down at Natia and commented to explain the Aelda’s annoyance, “He really didn’t like being called a ‘beast’.”
  5. When Izanagi asked if it was that obvious that he was tired, Daedrin just wordlessly nodded before he smiled a little when his friend said that he would go back to bed. He then turned his red eyes back out into the darkness, however Izanagi’s voice brought his attention back and he quietly listened to him. He just nodded back a little before he looked back out into the darkness. He understood of course, angels were Odium’s natural enemy. Bringing down one's enemies like that was indeed a satisfying thing. And for the demon, a little more personal as well whereas Daedrin’s motivations were more in helping his friend defend himself. So he wasn’t upset. No doubt if Daedrin encountered something so personal, Izasnagi would stay out of it as well. After a few moments, Daedrin picked up his sword again and slid it back home in his sheath. He then sat down, crossing his legs beneath him. Despite his relaxed seeming posture, he was ready to jump at a moment’s notice. Although he sincerely hoped that nothing else would disturb them this night. They had already had enough drama. It could surely wait until morning. Besides, he imagined that the chaos created by the Angels and Odium had scared off anything that might cause trouble. So he decided that he was going to take watch for the rest of the night. Unlike humans, Daedrin could remain awake for several days before feeling a real need to sleep. He had not been lying when he said that he wasn’t tired. Far from it, he was quite alert as if he had only just woken up. He turned his eyes up towards the sky, deciding to stargaze instead, while unconsciously keeping an ‘ear’ out on the world around him. So he remained as a silent statue, standing vigil over his friend. He didn’t stir until the sky began to lighten and the stars began to gradually fade out of existence. Daedrin stood up, frowning at he had been so engrossed in watching the stars he hadn’t noticed that his arse had gone completely dead from sitting on the cold, hard ground for so long. He groaned a little, stretching himself before he moved around the camp a little before he moved over to Daegrin’s pack where he pulled out some porridge meal before returning to the firepit and stirring it back to life with a flick of his wrist, risking using his gauntlets to quickly light the fire. He quickly set it off to cook, before putting the lid on the pot while it simmered. He then moved over to Izanagi and knelt beside him, shaking him a little “Izanagi, it’s time to wake up. Breakfast is cooking.” He said.
  6. Zack’s ears perked up at the words she had screamed out, and he couldn’t help the smirk that twisted his lips, “Oh, really? Then cum, little whore! Cum around the cock of a complete stranger!” He told her, giving her another spank for good measure. His hips sped up, to the point where sweat dripped down the side of his face as he used every strength in his body to ram his huge cock inside of her. She didn’t sound as if she was in pleasure, and it made him idly wonder if she was a masochist. Cumming simply from the pain she was experiencing. Either that, or she really was a naughty little whore that liked being reminded of her position in life. He could feel the muscles of her pussy twitching around his cock, as if trying to pull his cock deeper inside of her. And he was all too willing to allow it. He could feel his own orgasm creeping up on him, and he had absolutely no intention of pulling himself up. He just hoped that she was using some kind of pregnancy protection. While he didn’t want to pull out, he sure as hell didn’t want any spawn of his being raised by a no-good whore. Although he had no doubt that she would end up with several children. All from different men. Zack moved his hand from her hip, gripping onto her hair before pulling it back so that her cries were filling the room. His own pace had begun to get erratic, and he could feel the orgasm threatening to boil over. He held himself back as long as possible, but his throbbing cock wasn’t having any of it. Her tight cunt wrapped around him felt heavenly, and it was that, that was driving him over the edge. With a low groan, he slammed his hips as hard as he could against hers, forcing his cock into the deepest part of her body. The entire length of his dick throbbed before his cum began to stream out the tip of his cock right up against her cervix. Pleasure flashed up his spine, making his vision dim for a moment as he kept himself firmly lodged within her as he filled her with his seed.
  7. Rose flinched at the gentle touch against her cheek. It was as if Anhara had once gone through another flip in personality. She had been so sweet at first, then an absolute monster and now she was back to her sweet self. It confused Rose, and made her unsure on what to think. Was this just an act? Or was she being genuine? She couldn’t tell, and it was frustrating her. She was normally so good at reading people, but Anhara was like a whirlpool of personalities and emotions, flicking from one to the other so quickly that Rose wondered if the girl was even aware what she was feeling before she moved onto the next emotion like a butterfly moving from one flower to another. The moment she moved on, the flower was left forgotten. She wanted to shake her head, but figured that it might irritate the other girl because it would cause her to mess up the brushing of her hair, “I… I don’t want to leave my family. I’m perfectly happy with them.” Rose said in a soft, trembling voice. Her hands clenched on the sink, her knuckled becoming even whiter than before, “I-I’m sure Halie is really nice but… I want to stay here, with my family. Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She wasn’t able to stop the last questions from slipping out, as a sense of frustration caused her to ask them. She twisted her lips, clamping them shut as her eyes narrowed slightly. Her shoulders hunched forwards a little, instinctively afraid that Anhara was going to pull that horrible knife on her for her impertinent questions. She didn’t believe the other girl when she said that the bathroom was a safe place. There was absolutely nothing about the girl that made her feel safe. She wouldn’t feel safe with Anhara anywhere close to her. Not when she knew that under the friendly facade, was a monster lurking. She looked at the girl through the mirror, and saw the sincerity shining in her eyes. It made her stomach twist to know that she believed everything that she was spouting. As if she had been brainwashed into believing that she was saying. That she thought that what she was doing was for her benefit. Rose knew that her life was never going to be the same, and she was only going to be sent into a living nightmare. She sent off a silent prayer to God, hoping that he could give her strength to endure. And this was just the little foot soldier of her ‘daddy’ and Rose really didn’t want to think about how bad he was going to be.
  8. Location: Lexi’s Camp, Southern part of the island. When Lexi arrived back at her camp, she was sweating all over and felt exhausted. The sun was relentless as it beat down on her, making it feel as if she had walked ten times the distance that she actually had. She had to hold herself back from just flopping down on the floor due to the precious water she was carrying. She carefully put the two coconut shells on the floor before placing the strange bark next to them. She then untied the vine from around her waist and put them on the ground. She reached up and stroked a finger along the little golden dragon, who let out a soft croon in her sleep. Lexi smiled at that, before she then used her twigs to coax up the fire once again. Using the sharp rock she had for the last couple of days, she gutted one of the fish and speared it before putting it over the fire so that it could cook. She then turned her attention to the water, wondering how she was going to do this. She had no fireproof container, so she had to settle with pushing the coconut containers close to the fire, hoping that they wouldn’t catch fire. After watching them for several long moments, it seemed that they were hardy enough, so she relaxed. While waiting for the water to boil so that it was drinkable, she picked up the strange bark, turning it over in her hands. She pulled another rock closer to her, brushing it clean of any sand before she broke up pieces of the bark. She then picked up another rock and began to grind it between the two rocks to make it into a fine powder. She noticed that, when ground, it even looked like coffee. She looked to the side at the water which was beginning to steam a little. She figured that she could test it out when one of the waters boiled and thus was hot enough. She sat there, impatiently waiting until they started boiling. She let them do so for several minutes before she carefully pulled them away, hissing when she accidentally burnt herself. She let one of them cool down, but with the other she dumped a couple of teaspoons worth of the bark powder into it. She then used a stick to stir it, watching as the result looked just like coffee. She leaned forwards and smelled it, smiling at the familiar smell. She waited for it to cool a little before taking an experimental ship. The moment she did, she let out a sigh of contentment. It was the best cup of coffee she had ever had, and she rather liked the faint cinnamon aftertaste. She smiled, feeling herself relaxing as she sipped at the hot liquid again. This was something she would love to wake up to. In fact, she considered moving her little camp to closer to the river so that she could be close to a fresh supply of water as well as food. Right now, water was her main priority. She turned her eyes to the beautiful ocean as she enjoyed the hot beverage.
  9. “Damn right you will be.” Zack growled at her although this time, the growl was filled with sexual lust rather than anger. His cock jabbed down into her sweet spot as he slammed his hips against her arse again, getting much of his cock deep inside of her. At least after this, she would derive more pleasure than pain from smaller cocks as she had been well and truly stretched out. He let go of her hands with one hand, using the free one to give her a spank on the arse. It was hard enough to fill the room with the harsh sound of hand against flesh, and to leave a red mark on her otherwise flawless backside. He then gripped her hip, using it to help pull her back into him as he rammed his cock as deep inside of her as possible. He was glad that she wasn’t going to continue the whole ‘love’ crap again. It had pissed him off enough that he no longer cared about corrupting her with the pleasure. She had boundaries that she had to learn so that she didn’t overstep them. That had been the boundary for him. Not once, in each time he had fucked a whore, had he ever made love to them. He only ever fucked them, like the whores they were. Only there to serve his pleasure. To help instill that in her, he spoke between light pants, “You’re nothing but a whore. A piece of flesh for men to ram their cocks inside. You exist to pleasure us, and that’s all. You’re not worthy of love. Not worthy of sympathy or pity. Just a slut who takes our money and takes our cocks. Now moan like the good little whore you are!” He gave her another spank on the arse as he speed up his thrusts, the smack of his hips colliding against her arse filling the room, mingling with the sounds of her moans and screams of pain. His thrusts were now so powerful that it was causing the bed to rock back and forth, banging against the wall that it was leaning against. But Zack ignored that, focusing instead on the movement of his hips, drawing them back before slamming them back into the nameless whores cunt. He knew that he was unlikely to last too much longer, not with how her tight cunt was gripping his dick, but he was determined to enjoy it while he was here. After all, he doubted that the moment they parted ways, they would never see each other again.
  10. Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan felt a little nervous when she shifted to sit herself more on his lap. His cock was almost a little semi, and he prayed to whatever deities existed that she wouldn’t wriggle around too much, otherwise he would be sporting a full hard on by the time they got to the town. But he wasn’t about to tell her to get off of him, because he really enjoying having her so close. She had such a sweet, natural smell about her that he found captivating. He leaned forwards a little and planted a kiss on the side of her neck before he raised his head and looked at the far bank as it approached. Baellator came to the other side of the river, easily walking out of the water and onto the bank. He picked up to a trot once again, moving along the dirt path that was now fully visible as it was a well travelled route. The buildings of the village drew nearer, and they could even hear noise from inside of the town such as she delighted shrieks of children laughing and playing as well as the calls of marchants for customers to see their wares. The entrance was around to the side of the wall, thus they still had a little more riding to do. His golden eyes scanned the environment around them, as was his habit even in familiar territory. But so far, there was no one else nearby that could cause them any kind of danger, so he relaxed slightly and allowed himself to relax, with a beautiful woman. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair and he said, “Not long now… we’ll probably get you a dress first, and then get a room at a tavern. I know a good place.”
  11. Daedrin listened to Izanagi speak about how some God’s had treated him. He wasn’t entirely surprised by the story. After all, in most religions, it was always heaven versus hell. The apparent good, versus the apparent evil. Izanagi being viewed as the apparent evil. Daedrin knew that if Izanagi had actually met his own God’s, he would not be so bitter. His God’s knew that the universe was not so black and white. Ones labelled as ‘demons’ were always more complicated. They tended to take people as who they were, an attitude very rare in these times. He was drawn from his thoughts when Izanagi spoke again, stating that he would go back but before he could finish, they were interrupted when an arrow suddenly pierced Izanagi’s right shoulder. Daedrin reacted in a flash, his sword coming out quicker than the human eye could see as he planted his feet slightly wide as he held the sword up, ready to strike at whatever it was. His blood red eyes looked up to see an angel in midair, causing him to frown. It seemed that his concern that they would return for Izanagi was valid. He frowned when the angel claimed that it had been a warning shot, and he was about to protest however Izanagi beat him to it, causing Daedrin to snort in amusement. However his amusement didn’t last for long when more of the fuckers decided to come out of the woodwork to surrounding them with spears and bows. His frown deepened even further when Izanagi told him to step back. He didn’t particularly want to, especially not when he knew that he was fully capable of being able to fight himself. But then he could forgive Izanagi, for what he didn’t know. He he allowed himself to step back, but he refused to hide behind a rock like a coward, instead standing at the ready to jump in if Izanagi needed him to. He watched as Izanagi transformed into his possessed form, and hoped that he wouldn’t let things get any further than that. After all, he no longer had the Null stone just in case he went absolutely berserk. He remained where he was, watching the fight unfold starting with the downfall of the leader. The one that rallied the troops and boosted morale. After that, it was like watching leaves being blown away in the wind. They were no match for his friend. But when they tried to flee, Izanagi caught them with his Hell Chains, locking them in place before pulling one free and pinning them to the ground with his sword. He flinched a little when he slaughtered the other captives, leaving only the one alive. He then noticed a slight shift in Izanagi’s tone, and realised that before it had been Odium in control. He had almost forgotten that aspect. He watched the man interrogate the angel, before demanding the angel tell their commander to stop bothering him. At his next comment, Daedrin had to stifle his snickering to prevent himself from laughing. It was even funnier when thought of in a sexual manner, especially since angels like these saw sodamy as evil and filthy. It also reminded him of something one of his father’s had said to another, meant in a sexual fashion. It amused him to hear something so similar be said by someone so completely different. He then watched the angel flee, leaving the two of them alone once again. He tilted his head a little, shifting the sword so that the tip rested on the ground while his hand were resting on the pommel, “Go back to bed, Izanagi. It is still my watch, and I am not tired. You, however, are.” He told him.
  12. Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. As Jake described this ‘Nexo’sinara’, Kellina tilted her head down at the wolf in question before looking back up at the Mako with a raised eyebrow, “Shit, really?” She asked in response to his description of him. To her, he looked like an Earth-wolf. Not that she had ever seen one past images she had seen in her children’s books as well as images in various databases. But then she had never set foot on Earth, so she wasn’t even sure if the species was even alive. She jumped a little when the wolf began to talk, speaking as easily as they did. It certainly confirmed his status of sentience, and there was little she could do to argue against it. But a lot of what he spoke about went over her head. She had no idea what he was talking about regarding Ascension, as to her that was nothing more than the fantasy of those afraid of what awaited them in death. So all she could really say was, “Well. Shit.” Her eyes shifted back to Jake as he started talking again, explaining the origin of these Exoenecstarr people and the fact that they were descended from people that had pretty much been kidnapped and experimented on. When he introduced the wolf sitting next to him as ‘Rougey’, she just gave the wolf a little nod before saying, “Even though I have no idea about half of what you just said, it sounds pretty fucked up. I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer to look at that shit. I’m clearly missing a lot of context here.” Her long fingers played with her glass as he explained that he was getting a new ship in a few days time. She was excited to see what this one looked like. It sounded like something that would be sexy. She really hoped that Jake would let her see the ship and, if she was really lucky, he would even let her fly it. She was drawn from her fantasies when he spoke about his Federal arrest warrants and bounties being fixed. She knew it was something that he was having a hard time with. And even though he was still shunned by his home state, at least he wasn’t a wanted man anymore, “I don’t know how you managed to pull that off. But congratulations, mate.” Kellina said, raising her glass as if in toast before sipping on it. Daniella snuggled happily into Jake, seeming far more interested in cuddling the Mako than he was in the conversation, as Kellina tilted her head back at the question of Moira. A sigh left her lips before she raised her head once again, “Where do you think? Moping around on the ship. I did offer for her to come here and have a drink but she refused, as usual. But you know her; not much of a party goer unlike me. She would much rather sit and tinker with her toys than come and have a drink with me. Which is a shame, because I had wanted to celebrate this big win with her.” Kellina said, her lower lip stuck out a little in a pout. She then sighed and said, “Ah, well. I wouldn’t want to change her, no matter how much of a pain in the arse she is. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way about me… even if she did threaten to make me clean up the entire ship with nothing but a toothbrush.” She pulled a face, “A fucking toothbrush. I’ll be old and ready to move into a retirement home by the time I’m finished.” She shuddered. Location: Command Centre (Bridge), Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Sitting in the small area that served as a small office, placed on a slightly raised platform to the side of the bridge, Captain Alexander was lounging back in his seat, his elbow leaning on the arm of his chair as he was rubbing his thumb over his fingertips as he was watching his First Officer, Karla at the main Command Console as she was directing ships in and out of the docking bay. A job that he was glad he didn’t have to do, at least not all the time. Karla was good at it, with a no nonsense approach and she didn’t allow impatient pilots to bully her. He turned his head away from watching her as the door to the command deck opened and Christopher walked in, out of uniform and clutching some papers. He smiled in greeting and said, “Hello, Chris.” Christopher approached, stepping up onto the raised platform, resting his hip against the console as he said, “Captain, we’ve got a problem.” He handed over the papers which Alexander took and glanced at. Just reading the word ‘dust’ made him sit up straight with a frown, “I hadn’t realised it had gotten out this far. Daniel is absolutely sure?” He asked. “Absolutely certain, sir. Which means there is a supplier of Dust on this station.” Christopher said, causing Alexander to sigh and lean back in his seat again, now running his fingers over his lips thoughtfully. He then pulled his fingers away and asked, “Any leads?” “No. I’m planning on going to talk to Janaea, see if she knows anything.” Christopher replied with a slight shake of his head. “Good. Do that. I will…” Alexander trailed off for a moment as an idea came to him, “... talk to someone else. See if they are willing to help.” “Aye, Captain.” Christopher said with a nod before he turned and left the command deck. Alexander stared at the paper for a few moments before he leaned towards the console in front of him, sending a text message to Ambassador Axel, asking if he was free in an hour to talk to him in his office.
  13. I've put some information regarding the sea monster in the main RP information. This is especially helpful for @Aura, if Aurora encountered it.
  14. The Monster in the sea If, and indeed when, a character moves too far out at sea either with a boat or through swimming, they will encounter one of three things. The best option, being the opposite side of the island. The dangerous option being a fierce storm that will push them back to the island. It has its chance of death, however it is a preferable option to the very last option. The one that will strike fear into the hearts of many. The monster that lurks within the deep. It has no name, and it acts like a mindless monster that attacks and consumes everything that attempts to leave the island. It attacks without mercy. It cannot be reasoned with. It cannot be bargained with. It will not relent. The only way to stop it, is to either escape it by returning to the island, or to attempt to kill it. But even if one succeeds in that task, another will always seem to take its place. It seemed to have empathic abilities, as it seemed to overwhelm its prey with intense feelings of paralysing fear. Those of a telepathic nature, or a good command of their emotions may be able to slip out of this first form of attack. Those that encounter it, will feel its burning hatred for everything that is not its own kind. It has an overwhelming hunger and need to consume anything living within its reach. It is relentless and will not stop. It will attack with its great tentacles and drag its victims under the water. Instead of directly consuming them, it drowns them, prolonging their life for as long as possible as it seems to delight in their suffering. Once the victim is mere moments from unconsciousness, it will drag them between its teeth so that the last thing they see is its mouth as it goes to consume them.
  15. Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. When Jake had finished his epic tale, and managing to extort a further one hundred credits from Kellina, she sat back with a frown furrowing between her eyebrows and a displeased expression, “That’s a real shame, Jakey. That ship of yours was a real beauty.” She said, sounding genuinely upset about it. She had long admired his ship, and secretly envied him for it. She had seen it in action, and it moved so flawlessly it made it look like her own baby ship was a bucket turning in space. The fact that it had more powerful weapon hadn’t even crossed her mind. It was the sheer flying ability of it. Moira was the one more interested in its specifications and the technology that made up the ship. When Kellina had told her sister about the ship, she had found herself on the end of an interrogation as her sister quizzed her on the engine technology, the weapons systems, the power distribution system and other mind-boggling terms that completely escaped her. The blonde woman glanced down at the wolf now sitting beside Jake before she looked back up at Jake, “What’s with the wolf? And what are you going to do about your ship?” She asked, leaning forwards as she picked up her long glass again only to realise that it was empty. She picked up the Keza’marakian Vodka bottle that Jen’starr had delivered to the table and poured herself out some before taking a sip. Daniella was by now contently sitting close to Jake, nuzzling his cheek against the Mako’s arm. He reached forwards, seeing that their own glasses were empty, and poured Jake out a generous drink before pouring himself one before putting the bottle down, “You’ll love this.” He then said, picking up his own glass and sipping on it. Kellina looked at him before looking back at Jake, leaning forwards a little more, “Don’t hold out on my now, Jakey. We’ve known each other too long for you to do that to me. Are you getting a new ship? If so, what one?” She asked, her blue eyes intent as she stared up at the Mako as Daniella giggled in amusement. Location: Medlab, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Christopher arrived at the Medlab, the doors opening up before him as he drew closer. He saw Daniel sitting in his office area and immediately homed in on him, “So what have you got for me?” He asked, coming to a stop and leaning slightly on the console in front of him as he tilted his head slightly to look down at what Daniel was doing on his computer. The Doctor looked up at him, a look of concern etched into his features, “Chris, we have a problem. I’ve got a couple of patients in. One of them has traces of Dust in their system, and the other was a victim of a forced telepathic probe by a Dust user.” Daniel said, keeping his voice low but urgent. Slowly, Christopher stood up as a slight scowl made its way onto his face, “You’re kidding me…” He said slowly. Daniel shook his head, before he pressed something on his computer screen before turning as a few pages emerged from the printer. He picked them up, turning in his seat back to Christopher and handing it to him, “There’s all the information you need.” He said. Christopher took the pages and flicked through them, skimming over the information written there. This wasn’t good, because it meant that there was a supply of Dust loose on the station. It was a relatively new drug that had come onto the market, and thus was the first time it had appeared on the station. It originated from Earth, and it seemed to temporarily give people the ability of telepathy. Unfortunately, it also caused them to go on a bit of a power trip and they often found the closest person and telepathically attacked them. They would go through every memory of their life and relive it. It was one of the worst forms of assault as every personal moment of the victim was completely exposed to their attacker. “Thanks, Doc… I’ll go take this to the Captain…” Christopher said, ending on a long sigh. Daniel gave him a slight smile before telling him, “I don’t envy you.” Christopher shot him a dirty look, “Dick.” He accused, causing Daniel to chuckle as Christopher turned and walked out of the room with the papers clutched firmly in hand.
  16. Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan chuckled at Natia’s reaction, as he had gotten the perfect reaction that he had been looking for, from her. He chuckled even further when she said that now wasn’t the time for that kind of discussion. He couldn’t help but to say in a cheeky tone, “You’re right. We’ll wait until we’re in a private room for that kind of talk.” When her face turned up to look up at him, he couldn’t help but to smile down at her, loving her sparkling eyes and the flush of red against her pale cheeks. Just looking down at her caused his heart to swell with love, and he was overcome with the desire to hold her close for the rest of the day. To merely seek out a bed where they could explore each other in every intimate way conceivable. But first, they needed to get to Ryn’tur. Baellator’s canter slowed down into a more measured trot as Rowan reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Natia’s beautiful face and looked down at the river once again as the buildings of the town grew closer. He then saw it, the slight swell of the river that indicated that the bed was higher than the rest of the river. Baellator, seeming to read his thoughts, trotted over the small hill before moving closer to the river. To warn her, Rowan said, “We’re about to cross the ford now, love.” Baellator slowed down to a stately walk, stepping off of the river bank and onto the ford. The river only came up to his ankle, due to how large the beast was. He then started across the river, moving no slower than a walk to voice splashing up too much water and thus accidentally soaking the two riding on his back.
  17. Ruby scoffed slightly at the strangers snarky response. She crossed her arms across her chest as she gave him a rather distant, unimpressed look. That look disappeared however, when the stranger snapped their fingers and objects appeared around her. Her arms unwound themselves, falling back at her side as she looked around at the piles of objects. It took her a moment to realise that it looked like some kind of shooting scenario. Her eyes moved back towards the figure when he began to speak again as he said to get her geared up with her primary game armaments. Her arm computer beeped, drawing her attention and causing her to bring up her arm as the new touch screen projection appeared out of the computer, allowing her to see a screen full of weapon options. All of them being small weapons like pistols. The kinds of weapons she preferred, as it allowed her to be quick while allowing her to remain distant from an opponent. Her eyes lit up when it said that she could duel wield as well. Now that was certainly her style. She began to flip through the options that she had, almost ignoring what the figure had told her. Most of the weapons had little interest for her, such as the knives and other such bladed weapons. Instead, she kept continuing to the pistols, of which she selected one that had a good firing rate. Its damage was a little lower than the other pistols per shot, but its DPS was higher due to the firing rate. It had a sleek design that looked as if it would go well in her hands. Once she had selected the weapon to dual wield, she went to the customisation window and began to look at some of the skins. There were some that were rather boring and drap, like camo, black, green and brows. But then she came across the more interesting ones that had a mix of colours, like a vivid pink one with black stripes. Or a blue one with yellow dots. But the skins she was drawn to was one that was gold in colour, and another that was silver. As a materialistic person, the skins greatly appealed to her. She used the gold on the gun intended for her right hand, and the silver for the left. She was annoyed to note that she had no ‘money’, and wondered how the hell she got her hands on some. She finished her selection before she looked at the small figure, “Hey, shorty. What’s this money business about, and how do I get my hands on some?” She asked, not caring of the figure became offended by her language. She always made up nicknames for everyone, usually something insulting. Their reaction to the first time using such a nickname usually told her if they would be worth being a friend or not. Those that were insulted, pouted or whined were not worth her time. Someone who laughed, or stood up to her were more worthy of her attention.
  18. Well. That's Talrin's done. Took me two days, and that's with most of it already been done. It's a long-ass read, though. Now to start working on the others.
  19. Name: Moira Dansken Date of Birth: Earth year 2511 Age: 25 Species: Human Height: 6ft 3/4” Weight: 11st 2lbs Nationality: Kilsythian Occupation: Bounty Hunter Information: For more information, visit the profile here. Featured NPC, owned by @Neptune.
  20. Non-Playable Characters This thread has several purposes. The first of which, is to inform you of how Andromeda One deals with NPCs, and even Featured NPCs. While NPCs are often random figures such as a woman at a reception desk of some restaurant or shop on the station, a Featured NPC is an individual that is owned by a Roleplayer but isn't a fully formed character. This individual serves the purpose of driving a roleplay forward and for helping in the development of our characters, thus they are roleplayed only in specific circumstances. These featured NPCs, depending on how the owner wishes for it to be, can either be generally roleplayed by all players or restricted to the owner. The first place that NPCs can be found are Lore threads, such as the Andromeda Station one which has images of the Station Commander, Alexander Churchill, and the Chief of Security, Christopher Barnes. These are featured NPCs of the roleplay and are restricted to being controlled by the Game Master; Me. But these are figures that can be referenced by other characters, as well as spoken about. If you wish for a character to interact with them, please contact me and I will talk to you about it. Another place to find featured NPCs would also be Locations, where these NPCs would be tied to the location, such as CEOs, or even the Bar Owner for a bar, or simple clerks in a shop. Featured NPCs can also be tied to a character within their ID. However this thread is for NPCs that don't fall into any of these categories. At the moment, it's the only solution to keep them in one place since I currently cannot create a single album which allows everyone to post pictures in it. So post the images in the Extra Information Images, and post them up in this thread along with this simple template: Name: Date of Birth: Age: Species: Height: Weight: Nationality: Occupation: Information: Of course, you are free to add or change any of the fields if they are more suitable to your NPC. Double posting is allowed within this thread, as with all Extra Information threads.
  21. Neptune

    Neptune's NPCs

    This album contains all the images of NPCs that I play.
  22. From the album: Neptune's NPCs

    Note! This is actually a character that does not actually belong to me. They belong to another Dreamer who created the character to be the older sister of Kellina, however they are no longer active within the RP. Therefore I have made them an NPC for the time being, but I will not RP them in any sexual capacity. Name: Moira Dansken. Age: 25 Gender: Female Religion: Christian Species: Human Origin/Nationality: She comes from the Kilsyth Colony in the Glamis System. This star system is a binary star system with two type M stars, Glamis A and Glamis B. There are four rocky planets. In the outer system are 5 gas giants, ranging in size and colours. The largest one, Alyth, is purple in colour and is three times the size of Jupiter. Alyth has several moons orbiting it, with one being an Earth-like moon. This is where the Kilsyth Colony resides. Occupation: Bounty Hunter Faction: None. Physical Appearance Height: 6ft 3/4” Weight: 11st 2lbs Eye Colour: Bright blue Hair Colour: brown Physical Description: Moira prides herself on keeping herself fit and ready for action. Her hourglass body is offset with large breasts that she often grumbles about. She has a heart shaped face with delicate features, but unlike her sister, she prefers to keep her make-up to a minimum. Her hair is straight and long enough that it touches her backside, and she scoops back her hair away from her face to keep the majority away from her face. Her combat dress is body hugging and semi-revealing, and she tries to be practical about it. It is always black in colour. Personality, Traits and Abilities General Overview: Moira is the planner and has a need for everything to be in her control. She will often become frustrated if she can't work a situation in her favour, which leads her to be at odds with her sister's more free spirited nature. She is often cool and collected, but has a fierce undertone to her nature. She exudes self confidence and is extremely intelligent. She is normally the one to do all the talking in any given situation and the one to conduct the intricacies of a deal or bounty. However, she is a fairly spiritual person, believing in God enough to favour spouting scripture to intimidate her opponents. Coupled with her intense demeanour it can shake the boots of most harden criminals. However, many mistake her religiousness to mean she would behave in a moral manner. In fact, if pushed, her temper can lead her to do things she shouldn't. However, behind closed doors she is an extremely lonely person. She has not the same confidence as her sister with people and she often envies Kellina even if she does not agree with her sisters behaviour. She appears content with tinkering with her toys and any time she may go out she makes sure to hide herself in a corner to watch everyone. In these situations she comes across as guarded and, though social interaction is not normally a problem, she prefers to keep people at a distance. However, deep down she cares a great deal, especially for her sister and has a soft spot for weak or vulnerable people. She can be as much as a defender as an aggressor if the need arose. Not many have seen her true smile except for Kellina who, being the last family she has, will defend with her life. Strengths, Skills and Abilities: Intelligence: She feels this gives her an extra edge over her opponents. Her quick thinking and problem solving gets both sisters out of most scrapes. Engineering: She prides herself on her high level of technical know how, and tries to keep up to date with up and coming technologies. She is able to fix just about anything and is adept at making drones/droids for various purposes. Leadership: She has had a fair bit of field experience and leading small parties to employ guerilla tactics. Her confident nature and intelligence tends to make people naturally defer to her stronger personality. Aggressive Diplomacy and Manipulation tactics: When interrogating certain targets, she uses a mixture of aggressive diplomacy and manipulation tactics to get what information she wants. She is not above hurting the target as long as it gets what she wants. Combat Training: From a young age she has been trained to handle a variety of weapons. She was also trained to utilise her engineering skills in combat to sabotage enemy equipment etc. She is an advanced hand to hand combatant, but she prefers a measure of distance to her opponents, using the range to her advantage with the help of her drones. Stealth: Although not as quick on her feet as her sister, she is still able to employ an element of stealth in combat. She usually prefers to get into a good position to deploy her 'toys' or as a means to gain access to essential equipment, or access terminals. Athletic/Gymnastics: Moira is not quite as flexible as her sister, but she is still very athletic and still capable of using advanced maneuvers she can use against an opponent or use to get away. This allows her to be fairly proficient at Parkour, giving her the ability to traverse urban spaces with ease. Kellina: Kellina is the closest person to her and they know each others habits as well as their own. Moira knows she has her back in any situation and gives Moira a drive to fight harder. Weaknesses: Kellina: Despite their proficient team work, Moira is still overly protective of Kellina. If it is seen that Kellina is a near death situation Moira's concentration is most likely to slip and will get herself into trouble. Combat: Despite being fairly proficient at hand to hand combat, if all technology was removed she feels weak and vulnerable. If others knew how to manipulate her, press her buttons, to make her vulnerable she is easily overcome. OCD and Controlling behaviour: Her OCD nature and subsequent controlling behaviour can lead her to be bad tempered and foul mouthed. If she is not in control of a situation she mostly likely will react negatively, which can put her at a disadvantage in combat. She will do anything to regain control and this often leads to brash actions that may do more harm than good. Although, she is able to keep her OCD tendencies in check when in public, within her own space it is a different matter. Anything found out of place is usually met with swift retribution. Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): She hopes to live long enough to be rich and retire to a garden planet somewhere, far away from anyone else who may find her or her family. Hobbies and Interests: She has a love for technology and gadgets. In her spare time she loves nothing more than to tinker with her constructs and toys. She especially likes to make bombs and traps that help them both on the jobs. She has a knack for making various types of drones and droids that she also employs in the field or as assistants on the ship. She enjoys reading, especially Tech Journals and various engineering papers. Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Turn ons: Moira has not the same confidence in sex as her sister, but like any normal person she does enjoy it. She likes being talked dirty too and someone describing exactly how they want to fuck Likes being touched and groped, but only if she has invited a person to do it She likes toys and is not below using her assistants, giving them programs allowing them to give sexual pleasure She likes a rough and ready sort, those who exude confidence to rival her own Secretly wants to be dominated (will push anyone she is interested in) Only likes rough sex if she is turned on enough Sex with other aliens Turn offs: Drunken sex or any other kind of inebriation like drugs Underage sex Anything involving bodily fluids, corpses or organs and blood Feet, she thinks feet are ugly and dirty Extra Information Family: Kellina Dansken Ship: Stella-Kelpie, a human fighting vessel Place of Residence: quarters on the Stella-Kelpie Pet: none Additional information: All their weaponry and tech is mostly crafted by Moira herself, who refuses to buy full tech. Preferring instead to buy parts and make something herself that she knows the ins and outs of, and knows she can rely on it in a fight. History Awards/Commendations: None Criminal Record: She has been arrested for assault on multiple occasions, damage to public property and attempts to hack vital systems on various stations. All resulted in hefty fines and limited prison sentences. Medical Record: OCD Bio: Moira is the oldest of two sisters that were born to her parents, Michael and Cathy Dansken. While human, she was born in the Science Colony that her parents lived and worked in. The Kilsyth Colony was in the Glamis System, in the Andromeda Galaxy. The Star System was a Binary Star System with two type M stars, Glamis A and Glamis B. There were four rocky planets, and five gas giants. The largest Gas Giant was a planet named Alyth. It was a beautiful purple in colour and is three times the size of Jupiter. Alyth has several moons orbiting it, with one being an Earth-like Moon. This is where the Kilsyth Colony was located, and where Moira grew up with her younger sister, Kellina. When she was young, Moira showed a lot of promise. Despite being a quiet child, she was confident, very intelligent and very curious. Her mother, Cathy, was one of the researchers that was researching a strange, heavy metal that was discovered on the planet. Her father, Michael, was a ship mechanic. Ships were vital to bringing in resources as well as moving people around the Moon. Both Kellina and Moira were fascinated with the ships that came to their fathers workyard for him to fix. While Moira was more interested in playing with the actual machinery, Kellina was more interested in the whole ship. One of Moira's fondest memories was the time her father help complete her first fully functioning drone. Her father had patiently taught her despite her abundant questions and thirst to know everything from how the mechanical servos worked to the programming the drone itself. She remembers the elation she felt when it had finally completed and it flew for the first time. Since then, she would make all sorts of drones to play with, but no other children were allowed to play with them except her sister. Despite the promise that the sisters showed, their life was fated not to be happy. When Moira was 8 years of age and Kellina was 4, the colony was invaded by a species that lived in a neighbouring system. They were a lizard-like species that seemed hell bent on killing everyone. No one knew what their name was, but they later became known as the Malum. Due to the low level of technology that the Colony had, the Malum sent in an invading force to go in and take everyone out so that they could claim the Moon for themselves. At the time the invasion started, Kellina and Moira were at home with their parents eating dinner. As the screams and shouts started, a booming alarm blasted across the entire colony. Their parents grabbed both children, who had little clue as to what was happening, before shutting them in a small cupboard. Frightened, they clung to each other as they heard their parents shouting to each other. Explosions sounded outside of their home, as well as shouts, screams and the sounds of weapons firing. The frightening sounds only served to get closer to their home. The two girls, still curious despite their fear, peered out through the gap of the cupboard to watch what was going on. They saw their parents using the window as a shield as they fired some kind of weapon outside. Suddenly, one of the walls had blasted inwards, showering everything inside the once neat home, with dust and debris. One alien, a huge creature with dark green scales malevolent white eyes stepped into the room. With a casual flick, he fired his weapon, killing their parents. They didn’t even have time to react to his presence before he mercilessly killed them. The two girls drew back, more frightened than before. Kellina started to cry, but Moira tried her best to comfort her younger sister, whispering for her to be quiet. Kellina, still upset, still obeyed her older sister. The Malum prowled around the room, his breathing heavy as he seemed to be looking around, clearly after any survivors. He came near the cupboard where the two young girls were hiding. He seemed to pick up their scent, as he began to reach out to rip open the cupboard, but another alien called him in a harsh, thick language. The soldier glared at the cupboard before turning and leaving. The two girls were left for hours as the battle raged on around them, too frightened to move from where they were hiding despite almost being discovered. Unknown to them, despite the initial advantage of the aliens surprise, the humans were more armed than they had anticipated, and had managed to drive them off. In the dead of night, roughly six hours after the battle had started, search teams went out to look for survivors. Kellina had fallen asleep in her sister's arms, but Moira had remained awake the entire time. She was unable to sleep for the screams and the sound of weapons fire. She feared if she did, then the aliens would find them. They were discovered by one of their neighbours, who found the body of their parents before falling for the girls. When Moira responded, he opened the cupboard to find the pair. He took the two of them and returned to the main camp where the two were fed before being put to bed. Unfortunately for the Colony, the invaders were persistent on taking over the Moon and removing the local population. It was not long before they regrouped and attacked the Colonists again. This turned into a war that lasted years, with heavy losses on both sides. The invading aliens were only relying on ground forces, so they were not able to make as much progress killing the colonists as they had originally hoped. The colonists moved underground, using some of their research facilities to shield people from the hostile forces. They were also able to change some of the labs to grow their own food, to help feed the surviving population. With being so young, Moira was unable to help, but she was young enough for them to begin teaching her. She received weapons and combat training, and they saw her engineering potential, so she was trained further in this field. They saw her natural talent for making drones and repairing weapons, and took advantage of this skill. She occasionally saw her sister, Kellina, in between her training and the duties that she had. Moira took advantage of every moment they had together, feeling almost incomplete without her sister. But both of them were trying to help the colony survive. When Moira was 14, she was involved in a mission that went afoul. The goal was to sabotage a communication's tower set up, by the Malum, in one of the colonies major cities. Yet when they got there the Malum were waiting and decimated the unit. It turned out that one of the units members, one of Moira's friends, had been captured by the Malum several months before, then released a couple of weeks later. Yet no one questioned the suspicious circumstance and yet Moira sensed there was something not quite right with him. They had been working as an informant for the Malum ever since and sent the specifics of the mission on to the enemy. Moira had been the sole survivor of the unit, but had managed to capture the traitor. Holding friend at gunpoint, she was ordered to bring him in. Yet, despite their friendship, all she could see were the faces of her dead parents who had given their lives for the colony and then she saw her sister's smiling face. She was then overcome with a deep and inexplicable rage. Yet, in a sudden moment of clarity a religious quote sprung into her mind. “Be fearful all who be unbelieving, abominable, murderer, whoremongers and all liars, for I bear the will of God. All shall be afraid; for I beareth the sword yet not in vain: For I, in the name of the Lord, am a revenger upon he who doeth evil. And I will execute upon them with furious vengeance and terrible rage; and they will know that I am the will of the Lord. Ye shall burneth within the fire and brimstone lakes of hell: which is second only to death! Habbakuk, 2:22 Motherfucker.” her friend smiled grimly and did not stop Moira when she pulled the trigger and blew his brains out. After, which, all of her rage left her, leaving her feeling mentally still and yet oddly satisfied. At that moment she was convinced that she had performed the will of God and returned to the barracks to face a hearing, but showed no remorse for what she had done. She was confident that her actions were justified and accepted her punishment. Ever since, the incident she refused to make close friends and became quite ruthless in combat. When Moira turned 22, help finally came and many of the colonists were finally evacuated. With what compensation money both sisters received, they decided to pool the money and buy a ship, then additional equipment with what was left. They further decided to use their skills as bounty hunters, as Moira was inspired the quote that she remembered all those years before. Ever since they made their money through bounty hunting.
  23. Light blue eyes watched as Anhara reached forwards and picked up the brush that was sitting on the side. She flinched when the other girl pushed her up against the sink, causing Rose to have to grip the edge of it. Her stomach twisted in disgust when Anhara started to grind up against her backside. It caused a chill to run up her spine and to spread through her limbs before her body shuddered before she could stop it. She felt so sick, hating to have this monster so close to her. Touching her in a way she only wanted her true love to touch her. It made her wish she could simply phase through the sink just to get herself away from her. Rose gave another involuntary flinch when the brush pressed against her hair before carefully running through the white locks. She could hear the soft rubbing of the strands against her hair and scalp. It was a sound that she usually found soothing. But today it distressed her, because it wasn’t her holding the brush. A large part of her didn’t believe Anhara’s words. She didn’t feel safe in the slightest. Not for herself, nor for her family. She had let a wolf into their midst, without even knowing it. And now this wolf was going to tear their already fractured family apart. Rose was glad that her back was turned towards Anhara, because the girl couldn’t see the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. She didn’t want her family torn apart, not like this. God had already tested their family once, and now he was demanding another test to be made of them. Despite her earlier confidence that she could weather any test thrown her way, the feeling of Anhara’s hips pressing and grinding against her made that confidence waver. She hated the feeling of the other girl being so intimate. It was intimacy that she didn’t want. It was humiliating. It made her feel filthy and disgusting. Rotten to the core. Perhaps that was how she was viewing Anhara. As someone disgusting, rotten and corrupted by the Devil. And now she was in that monsters hand. One of the tears leaked from her eye, trailing down her cheek before dripping into the sink. Her flesh itched where the tear had trailed, and she had to resist the urge to reach up and scrub at her face.
  24. A smirk of triumph curved Zack’s lips when he managed to force a moan from her. It was soft and shaky, but it was a moan of pleasure rather than the moan of complaints that had been streaming from her lips. He began to move faster, gliding his cock up against her pleasure spot. He almost ignored the pathetic whimpering she was coming out with, until she started mumbling about love. He almost paused in his movements as she spoke and he stared down at the back of her head. The corner of his lip twitched, as he felt another surge of anger. Not only had this whore reminded him of his beloved, but she had the gall to lie to him? Was she mocking him? His teeth pressed against each other so hard that it caused his jaw to begin aching from how tense it was. He lifted a hand from the bed, gripping her hair and forcing her head to the side so that he could see the side of her blindfolded face. “Don’t lie to me, little whore. That might work with some of your customers, but not me. I’m after a fuck, not a fake love experience.” He growled down at her, feeling the anger clawing at his chest. He raised himself up a little, pulling his hand away from her hair. He then gripped her tied hands in a harsh grip before he began to use it as leverage to pull her back into him. He continued to aim for that sweet spot inside of her, but his thrusts began to speed up and become harsher. His hips slammed against her backside, forcing his large cock deep inside of her. Forcing more into her tiny body, and feeling the pinch of her cervix each time he thrust deep inside of her. That last thing had been the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. He was now angry beyond reason, and he was taking it out on her body with his harsh, powerful thrusts into her body. It was helping to sooth his anger and frustration by having the outlet of fucking this little whore, his cock jamming into her sweet spot before slamming into her cervix. It felt so good to be fucking her like this. With each thrust into her, he could feel the anger ebb away. Her cunt felt incredible around his cock, as incredible as he remembered his wife’s. He felt that he could just keep fucking this whore, but knew that eventually his orgasm would creep up on him. And he knew that in that moment, his frustrations would have been completely expunged and it would give him a clearer head.
  25. Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan grew even more amused when Natia further stroked Baellator’s pride. The Aelda seemed to preen at it and he swore that his head seemed to jerk up a little straighter. If they weren’t moving at a canter, Rowan would be sure that Baellator would be strutting. Clearly he felt that Natia’s opinion of him was very important, a fact that rather pleased him especially since she was so far removed from the Eldyrannth and thus Baellator shouldn’t even be friendly with her. But then he seemed to be an unusual one, as Rowan himself was only a Keza. However, Rowan wasn’t going to complain. He was a fine, companionable beast, and he loved watching him and Natia interact with one another. He was snapped back from his thoughts by her melodic voice and he looked down at her with a smile as she brushed herself up against him. He tightened his grip around her, enjoying the warmth of her small body against his own. The moment she asked what he wanted to see her in, his mind immediately wondered to some very sexy clothing including corsets and sexy undergarments. The kind that showed off her flawless, pale flesh. Of course, the best mental images of her was of her wearing absolutely nothing at all. He had to try and control himself to prevent himself from getting an erection would no doubt poke her. He coughed a little, clearing his throat before he was brought back to reality by her soft lips pressing against his own for a moment before she buried her face in his chest. He tilted his head a little, peering down at her as he caught a flash of a bright red cheek and he couldn’t help but to smile. The hand that was wrapped around her waist, stroked the curve of her waist gently as he said, “Oh, I can think of several things I would love to have you wearing. But that’s the kind of thing that would need to wait until we get home and I get you into my bedchambers.” He smirked a little, “Yes… I have some very nice ideas there… but for now, we’ll get something a little more appropriate for travel. A nice little dress. Nothing too fancy, though. I can’t picture you in something that the ladies of the court wear. They do that for status symbol, and to try and make themselves look beautiful. You, however, don’t need that. You’re beautiful already.” He then smiled, as he couldn’t resist complimenting her like that, especially with how she reacted. He loved seeing her so flustered. As he raised his eyes, he could see the top of the town beginning to come into view, rising over the swell of the land. He then turned his eyes towards the river, his keen golden eyes looking for the ford that would allow them to cross without getting too wet. Location: Town of Kalath In the main tavern room, when both Luna and Alice returned, Glenn had been standing there, nervously cleaning one of the tankards. At Luna’s question, he coughed a little before saying, “She never left. She’s just… down in the basement at the moment, trying to help me with a problem.” He then saw Alice almost flying towards the door into the kitchen, and he had a half formed protest on his lips to try and stop her, but before even a single sound could escape him, she was through it and darting down the basement. He shook his head, “She shouldn’t be doing that. Rayvenne knows what she’s doing. I just hope your friend there doesn’t get herself hurt.” Down in the basement, Rayvenne frowned at the boxes that had almost tried to bury her. She turned her head, trying to listen for the sound of moving feet however the sound of someone running down into the basement covered up any noise the mysterious prankster could be making. In a soft hiss, she said, “Be quiet!” She then drew back and moved between the storage crates again, her ears straining. There was a slight snickering sound, in front and slightly to the right of her before she could hear the air rushing against objects. She tensed, expecting to be hit however it seemed obvious that whomever they were, was aiming at the new person; Alice. Clearly it saw her as a new person to play with. Deciding to use this distraction to her advantage, Rayvenne paused as she put the torch into one of the rings on the wall to make it look like as if she had stopped. She then moved forwards on silent feet, following the noise that the creature was making. She moved around the corner of a crate, where she could hear someone taking things from another box and was throwing them. She paused, giving herself a moment as she pinpointed exactly where they were. The figure had a slightly earthy smell to them, as well as the scent of an unwashed body. He also smelt a little like leather. He didn’t sound very tall, either, which lead Rayvenne to believe that he was nothing more than a prankster goblin who was after some attention and had chosen Glenn’s establishment. Not waiting any moment longer, Rayvenne darted forwards and tackled the creature, causing it to let out a loud squeal of alarm as she pinned it to the floor, “Alright now. Your mischief time is over.” She told him with a slight growl as she easily pinned the struggling goblins arms to its sides. She then asked out loud to Alice, “Is there any rope around?” While she was annoyed that she had simply barged in like that, her appearance had distracted the goblin long enough for her to pin him to the floor. So Rayvenne wasn’t going to be too annoyed with her.
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