Balthier

I should explore the Daimond/Exzel relationship further eventually.

The one character I can usually write for long periods without too much burn out so far, has been Exzel. So I can always do something with her if she's free the time something is taking place. I designed her to be like big bad levels of power though. I have a lot of other characters, or could make one easy if ever needed. I have a good feel for writing Akemi too, but sometimes a harder time getting into her mindset to write, same with Zef. More situation dependant on inspiration. With Exzelcryth's shape shifting and dimension/word hopping power, just about anything is possible, story wise with her.

Some days I feel like, I can handle one more. Other days, I'm probably asking for burn out.

There are a fair amount of people in the club. Not many actually became active regrettably. I've got so many RP's going, if they all responded in a few days I'd be in trouble and buried in replies for at least a week. Luckily they have been sporadic, and I've more or less been able to keep up. If you think of a story you want to write feel free to let me know.

The sight of the Hellhound drying, the water evaporating instantly from her fiery fur, only fueled the Neko demon’s blinding fury. The contemptuous grin on the hound's face, the obvious amusement she took in the whole debacle, was an insult that demanded immediate, brutal repayment. The Hellhound’s stomping challenge and her disdainful words about "demons" earned a sharp, ragged snarl from the Neko. "Play? This isn't a game, mongrel. This is your humiliation!" she spat, her voice ringing with true, unrestrained malice. As the Hellhound's eyes began to blaze and her fur ignited into a scorching aura of pure hellfire, the shadowy feline sentinels responded instantly to the command. With silent, predatory speed, the immense shadow cats lunged. They moved not as a coordinated unit, but as a vicious, swirling tide of darkness. Razor-sharp shadow claws tore at the tiles where the Hellhound stood, missing her flesh but sending ceramic shrapnel flying. One monster, larger and faster than the rest, managed to clip her shoulder with a blurring swipe, leaving a shallow, burning scratch that sealed instantly against the intense heat of her skin. Another lunged at her legs, attempting to force her to leap back. The sudden, multiple attacks, where a serious distraction, attention divided between the shadowy claws tearing at the air around her and the need to maintain her distance from the pool. Seeing the opportunity, the Neko demon acted with the speed and precision of a true predator. Ignoring the growing, oppressive heat radiating from the Hellhound's blazing form—a heat that was making her own skin feel raw—she darted forward, a flash of pure speed. Her hand shot out and clamped down on one of the Hellhound's breasts, and pinched her nipple hard. It was a crude, brutal grab, meant to be purely distracting and humiliating. She felt the soft bounce of the tissue beneath her fingers, and then, with the sheer terror of the escalating heat forcing her movement, she jerked her hand back violently, the skin on her palm already beginning to redden from the proximity to the unholy flame. She sprang backward several feet, landing lightly despite the haste of her retreat, her soaked hair flying. She shook her stinging hand and glared at the Hellhound, who was now fully engaged in the fight against the shadow horde. "Enjoy your new friends, Hellhound!" the Neko demon yelled over the sounds of scraping claws and crackling flame, her voice triumphant despite the pain. "They're just getting warmed up! And don't worry, I'll be back to claim my payment when they've finished playing with you!" Her summoned shadow cats pressed the attack, trying to drive the Hellhound back further towards the pool, forcing her to expend valuable energy fighting the ephemeral beasts while the Neko demon retreated just out of range of the most intense heat.

You know, for some reason I've always found it fun. Making a character playing a role, making some excellent scenes. It' a little more than that here with ERP, just due to the intimate nature if it. Writing, fulfilling desires, or just having fun. Timing is always the tricky part. However there are some very talented and patient souls about.

I'm sporadically busy for periods, as usual. But I do have plenty of characters if you wanted to start something, @BladeRunner. Or I can always come up with someone new. I don't have anything specific in mind at the moment. A few more active members would be fun. Maybe we should recruit someone.

Exzel as Daimond, sucked at the guard hungrily. Her soft, full lips sliding up a desperate down his full length, her eyes looked up at the guard, in the thirstiest, mlst submissive look he had probably ever seen, as Daimond worked her tongue around the creature's soft spongy head with the expertise of a top level, professional concubine. Her tongue kept just the right pressure, not too hard, as she swirled it around his tip, sucking hard, like demon trying to suck the life out of him. Like a magical girl with an unquenchable thirst for cum. The moan loud moan, unmistakable pleasure, as ahe took his shaft in to all the way to her throat was the icing on the cake, sending vibrations down his shaft. Exzel was doing it all consciously. But was practiced enough to make it look like Daimond was giving into to being used by the demons. She left her body move naturally now. Meeting Zorn's thrusts to take him deep, rolling her pelvis so he hit her most sensitive spots. When Zorn's dick kept slamming it, she let her bidy start to tremble, as if Daimond's body craved Zorn's release. Daimond's pussy was tight around Zorn, her moans seemingly uncontrolled. When Daimond's cum dripping mouth was finally free, she gasped. "N-no! Not inside! Uuuuugggh! F-fuck... not right... there, I'm... gonna..." Her body shook on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. This part wasn't an act. Not that anyone could tell when it was. Exzel as Daimond's body craved to be claimed while Zorn railed her. The cum dripping down her face, as was really getting into it. Then the admission came between loud, high moans, "Fuck... me!"

The Neko demon felt the frantic movement beneath her foot, the sharp intake of breath. She pressed her toe directly over Hellhound's clit and pressed hard. The whimper was almost satisfying, but it was cut short by a sudden, fierce surge of strength. The Hellhound's hands, slick with pool water, shot up and locked around her pristine leg. Sharp claws—much sharper than they had looked—dug in, not just to grip, but to inflict pain. A gasp hissed between the Neko’s teeth, the sudden sting a jarring shock to her smug composure. Before the true fight for balance began, she couldn't resist one final, dominating gesture. With a calculated, cruel finesse, she shifted her weight and pressed her foot harder, moving it deliberately lower, positioning it to apply an intense, slow-grinding pressure right between the Hellhound's legs. "Oh, come now, little puppy. Don't struggle so much," she purred, the sound barely strained, though the claw marks were already starting to bead crimson on her ankle. She tilted her head, her gaze raking dismissively over the struggling hound. "You should be glad to have my attention. Especially with such... appealing assets on display now that your clothes have dissolved. Nice tits, for a common dog," she added, an appreciative, mocking smirk curving her lips as her eyes landed pointedly on the Hellhound's exposed chest. "The Hell-titans certainly sculpted you well." But the compliment died in her throat. The Hellhound’s struggle intensified, coupled with an alarming, almost visible release of thermal energy. The water around them instantly went from warm to scalding hot, generating a sudden cloud of steam that burned the air. It was a massive, uncontrolled burst of raw demonic heat, the kind of furious outburst that could only come from a cornered beast. The heat was momentarily distracting, but it was the renewed, desperate push from the Hellhound that truly unbalanced her. With the slick grip of the claws and the sudden steam clouding her vision, the Neko demon’s perfect posture broke. A cry of genuine surprise and offense tore from her lips as she was finally shoved—hard—into the boiling water. She hit the surface with an undignified thwump. It was an immediate, visceral reaction. As the scalding water engulfed her, her delicate ears flattened against her head, her hair seemed to electrically puff out around her face, and a sound like a tortured teakettle—a high-pitched, furious HSSSSSSS!—erupted from her. Being thrown into water, especially hot water, was apparently the ultimate indignity. She didn't try to swim or struggle. She just launched herself out. With a single, explosive movement fueled by rage and cat-like revulsion, she sprang from the pool and landed on the poolside tiles, dripping and absolutely incandescent with fury. The Neko demon’s eyes, usually a playful gold, narrowed into slits of pure, incandescent malice. Her tail lashed once, violently. The air around her grew thick, humming with a dark, resentful power. "You dare," she snarled, the sound low and guttural. "You dare touch me. You dare disrespect my dominance. You will regret that, beast." From the depths of the shadows that clung to the corners of the pool room, and from the very edges of the light cast by the boiling water, shapes began to coalesce. They were small at first—no more than a dozen black cats, their eyes glinting malevolently. But they didn't remain small. As the Neko demon channeled her focus, the shadows elongated, distorting the feline forms. The sleek house cats swelled, morphing into towering, muscular figures of pure, smoky shadow. Their teeth were massive, curving sabers, and their claws scraped silently against the tiles, leaving faint trails of darkness. They were monstrous, ethereal sentinels, silent and terrifying. "I gave you a chance to play nicely," the Neko demon hissed, pointing a trembling, water-soaked finger at the panting Hellhound. "Now, my pretties will teach you what happens when you anger your betters. Get her, my shadows. Give the dog a taste of fear."

(Is Alexadrine up to reply next?)

Claws extended in a desperate, wide arc, the cat-girl was already moving. A flash of dark, silky hair and a smirk was all the hound would see before a clean, powerful kick sent the hound back down into the sloshing, warming water with an audible, indignant cry. The pool was still churning from their mutual impact, the water level rebounding slightly to cover the hound's struggling body once more. Seizing the momentary advantage, the Neko demon pressed her attack, moving with a practiced, predatory grace. She stepped directly onto the Hellhound's midsection, planting the sole of her boot right on the curve between Hellhound's legs. It wasn't a crushing weight, but it was enough—a solid, unyielding pressure to pin the stunned hound beneath the surface tension of the water. She kept her other leg straight, the perfect line of her thigh and calf—smooth, unmarred, and impossibly pale against the dark, disturbed water—holding her balance. She leaned in, her voice a low, purring mockery that cut through the sound of the evaporating droplets. "Trying to run so soon, little puppy? That's not very sporting," she cooed, a playful venom in her tone. "Did you really think I was just some delicate, little human? My, my... you hounds are even duller than the stories say. Look at you. All that fierce heat, and yet you're drowning in a puddle. You’re lucky this is little more than bathwater. Now, hold still. I haven't even had a chance to properly admire the mess you've made of your clothes yet." She pressed down a fraction harder with her foot, feeling the muscle and bone beneath her sole, a clear message of dominance in the slight increase of pressure. "Bad dogs need to be kept on a very short leash, don't they? And this is my favorite kind of trap."

A genuine pleasure to write with. Her participation doesn't just advance the plot, it elevates the entire narrative experience, confirming her status as one of the most compelling partners to share a story with. Detailed, imaginative, recommended!

A very imaginative and high quality writer. Very capable of building tension, just as much as a detailed world. For those looking for an immersive experience that is both intellectually engaging and deeply arresting, she comes with the highest recommendation. She is not just good at what she does, but is a master.

#1 seems like a nice, slice of life kind of RP. Sounds pretty chill.

Welcome @Ren72, Been a little bit since we had someone join up. Welcome aboard! Want to jump in on anything?

Sounds good. I need to get back to everyone here,just not sure how the time will shake out yet. I'll be back eventually.

Apologies, life has been keeping me busy. As much as I want to get more replies out, It's looking fairly busy until about Nov 2nd.

The Neko was caught by Hellhounds pounce, and the two went flying off the top of the ferris wheel. As Hellhound maneuvered, selflessly attempting to shield the girl in order not to kill her as they fell, the Neko took on a slightly altered appearance, still cute, but with her claws out, the cat ears of the costume had fallen away, only to be replaced by the real thing. It was at this point Hellhound realized ahe had a Neko demon in herhands, who was only too happy to go along and try to make sure Hellhound broke her fall. She smiled wickedly as her large, soft breasts pushed against Hellhounds own as they fell together. When they landed on the club rooftop nearby, as luck would have it they landed in pool of the nearby Manyo Club. The splash was spectacular, water flew in all directions, and even then they still hit the bottom pretty hard. The cat demon was dazed even though she had mostly managed to land on her feet, though Hellhound had ruined her perfect landing. "What a vile mut you are..." The neko demon said as she staggered to her feet, rips in her skin tight back bodysuit now. She hissed as water from the splash rained back down on them. The cat demon launched into an agile attack, trying to trip the Hound.

Neko lead Hellhound on a wild chase through the streets, exploding through crowds of people and bounding through traffic, only narrowly avoiding getting hit, and causing some minor fender benders. The catsuit girl dodged and ran through the city. Through a maze of tall building and unfamiliar smells, until the cat girl ran effortlessly up a large ferris wheel right in the middle of town. The smell of mineral water and hotsprings filled fhe area, and a sign off in the distance proclaiming the nearest building the Yokohama Manyo Club. People looked out of windows, and lounge in outdoor hot springs, looking at the Neko running up the ferris wheel. Some voice shouted, there was commotion, fromboth men and women at the club, as they feared something usual was happening, but curious enough to watch from a distance. The catsuit girl rested a moment at the top of the ferris wheel, trying lay low, eyes searching until she found Hellhound, presumably chasing her. She watched staying quiet, teying to hide and see what would happen. She only cursed the people looking in her direction might help give her away. Though they started to turn their excitement towards Hellhound as she came closer.

Akemi was caught in a moment of hesitation. First off, if magic was being used, and the customers looked this drained, this couldn't be good. Second she didn't want to reveal her magical girl form here in public. Third she didn't want trouble by her father's restraunt. There was a smug look on the girl in the catsuits face, and something about the way she carried herself, and stuck her chest out, almost flaunting it at them, Akemi disliked. Her hand on Hellhound's arm tighten. Catsuit girl (Neko) smirked, "Oh ho! Is the little doggy afraid of the black cat?" With a completely unnecessary, or so Akemi thought, backwards summersault. Her body suit not quite succeeding it keeping her assests for jiggling as she settled into a fighting pose with claws out. Neko girl looked over a shoulder a second, apparently considering if fighting in front of the Cat Cafe would be a good thing for her purposes. Thinking better of if, she kicked the neon sign, which exploded in a bright blinding light, using it as cover as Akemi and the rest of fhe street reflexively shielded their eyes. Neko ran across the street in a flash of speed, very quickly tapped Hellhound on her chest, saying "Tag, you're it." Just as fast she was gone, with a long jump, then running down the street. "This could be our chance, if you follow her, I'll catch up later!" Akemi slipped a bracelet with an air tag like device over Hellhound wrist. "Go get her!"

Exzelcryth noted to Elie's question, "I suspect we'll have much more trouble from Kaji, if he has even a fraction of the Golden Legion with him, this is probably quite serious." She followed Ellie's conversation further, as she squeezed her leg gently "Zorn, I get the feeling is more your typical demon lord I think. He's out to inflict his will and right to rule over parts of humanity, unless I miss my guess. I'm not saying you have to be friends, or he'll be around. My intention is try and maintain a respectful neutrality. For now l, if we can, at least. Fighting Kaji by himself will be difficult enough. He's powerful, I have my own power, I don't want to fight him, especially not right now. I don't know if he, or more especially his minions are trustworthy. So be on guard." Exzel raised an eyebrow, "You want me to meet your parents?" The fact she had a demon servant, had led her to believe their was some deep history in this family she should probably get to know more. Especially if she wanted to show Exzel off, if thay was the right word, to her parents. What where her parents exactly? Exzwl had more questions the more she thought about it. Exzel felt the energy increase in Alexandrine has she placed her hand on her leg. Good. She liked her responsive like that. "My dear, you are my weapon, and so much more." Exzel's hand inched up ever so much higher on her leg. She went on to explain, "There is a great wide universe out there, there are different dimensions, angels and demons, monsters, mortals and elementals, when you know where to look. My people, the Nexus Devils, are natural travelers, explorers, and... well fyn loving seductresses. I've seen a vast amount out there, there is even more I haven't seen. Perhaps some day, I can tell you more when we have time. Just know there are great forces, light and dark, and all kinds of others, more selfish than anything. I was bound to a dark lord, a demon king of immense power and reach, Gyumoah. This Kaji... was one of his generals. He tried to recruit me when Gyumoah was slain, puck up the mantel, but I made good my own escape instead. Freedom." Her eyes were full of emotion as she looked into Alexadrine's eyes, the to Elies. "Needless to say, I much enjoy present company more. As for our deal, demon business is no doubt boring in it's details..." It wasn't. Of course she was practiced courtier, concubine and was great at passing something off as nothing, that wasn't. "Let's just say, I have my ways and I think we might have an... understanding." She looked seriously at Elie, "Alexandrine is right, don't take the chance. If Zorn comes into conflict, or desides it's in his interests to fight Kaji, so be it, I won't count on it though. We did perform a certain rite, that may hold some sway, we'll just see how it goes." Though... There was the off chance Exzel might try to play off the fact Kaji wants her, or wants her dead. Zorn didn't seem like the one who wants to share power, neither is Kaji. Exzel, while strong, did not represent the kind of threat to rule Kaji would. If... if Zorn ended up getting along with Kaji, that could be really bad. In fact they might even be able to trap her and bind her to survive again, and thay was the last thing she wanted. On the other hand if she could play Zorn against Kaji, using her body, her shape shifting even, she wasn't above that, to get things in her favor. Though she had actually enjoyed being fucked by a demon lord, of her own will for change, it was exhilarating, she had felt free thay time. But she would never, never bring that up.

Akemi looked hard out the Window as the Hound made her statements. Something, indeed, didn't look right upon further observation. The people didn't just look tired, they look drained. "I think you're..." Hellhound was up before she could say right. Akemi watched the Hound dash outside, while her own sensibilities usually called for a more... restrained investigation approach, it was clear Hellhound was still acting on her gut without such reservations. Akemi covered her mouth in surprise a moment, before she jumped up. Delayed but attempting to catch up to Hellhound, afraid this would quickly spiral out of control. She caught up, putting a guarded hand on Hound's arm, silently urging caution in the middle of the sidewalk, as they looked across the street. Hellhound's shouting did stop people in their tracks, and many were looking now. Cars driving by now sped up and away. "Careful, we don't want to jeopardize the people or my dad's restaurant." Akemi said under her breath. Still she was surprised how well Hound was acting even with this situation. She might make a great guard/attack dog yet. The catgirl, meanwhile, did look surprised to see Hellhound. But the surprise was only momentary, it soon faded to just the slightest of smiles. "Whatever do you mean, magic?" Feigning ignorance. She looked back behind the girls to the Beef Bowl. "Hikaru should keep his dog on a leash. I'd hate to see her run over." The girl in the catgirl outfit, lowered her neon sign, and black claws seemly grew out of her right fingers. She stood at her full height, not that tall, but good posture, chest out in defiance, and a hand on her hip, which was thrust to the side. Akemi spoke quietly in the Hound's ear, "You're sure? They're using magic?"

Akemi stopped and looked over her shoulder. Nodding to the Hound, "Yes, that's the rival restaurant's mascot. See how she tries to draw attention?" As she talked the girl in the cat outfit twirled and moved her sign, with neon LED lights in an almost hypnotic pattern. Her hips with an exaggerated sway as she walked back and forth. She was drawing more looks and attention by the minute. Suddenly music started and she did a little dance, energetic, and ending in a defiant stand facing the Beef Bowl, looking right at Akemi and Hellhound as the Cat Cafe across the street was nkw drawing at least as much customers as the Beef Bowl, if not more, and people on the street held up their cameras to stream video of the dancing cat girl. "She certainly is energetic." She might have added, and cute, but didn't think that was appropriate. The smell of teriyaki and curry filled the Beef Bowl as Akemi finished eating. Akemi's father looking at the customers flocking across the street with a glare. Unknown to all, the catgirl was weaving a subtle charm. Witchcraft, and was enticing customers with mlre than just her looks, but with arts of magic, most black. When some customers finished their meals at the Cat Cafe, they left looking tired, almost as if something had drained each and every one of them, compared to the smiles and full bellies of those leaving the Beef Bowl.

I was waiting for you Okay Exzel talked. If Exzel gets ahold of Azreal... it wouldn't be pretty. For either head.

Exzel walked by Alexadrine casually, having vivid memories of taking her firm in Zorn's lair. He had ben very... energetic about fucking her there, and it gave Exzel a smile smile to herself. She put on finger on the back of Alexandrine's neck, her touch, in proximity to the place of the collar, would sent an almost electric feeling down Alexadrine's core. The Demoness was calm, but a little playfulness was returning. "Some feelings you shall feel again..." Next she walked behind Elie, also a light touch on her neck, and igniting a tingling in her mark on her. "And I have plans for you as well." She glided towards a chair between to 2 of them, and sat herself there. "But first, let's talk about Kaji." She looked into Elie's eyes then into Alexadrine's, taking a moment of silence to express the seriousness of this with an intense look. Speaking to Alexadrine, I... we... we're payed a visit yesterday. Kaji, a demon General of Gyumaoh's VanGuard, leader of the remnants of the Golden Legion. A Crack troop of demon troops." She breathed deep. "He got the jump on us and very nearly killed me. He is ruthless, powerful, and I'm sure we haven't seen the last of him or his minions. He always wanted me, but I wasn't for him at that time you see. The "great" Ox demon king was not big on sharing like that... We must be on our guard. I may even do a bit of reconnaissance myself, and keep you both appraised. I do expect trouble though. Overt or subtle both." Exzel looked back to Elie, "I have tried to form an... understanding with the demon lord Zorn. If all goes as I hope, you both should be off limits. He has a history with Daimond though. I attempted to, placate his interest, but this might be a fluid thing." The fact she had lay with Zorn, and had tried to milk his cock dry with all the skill of a professional coutesan of a royal court, while she role played out his fantasy, she kept to herself. But that fact may have sealed the deal just strong enough to prevent a war. "If approached by Zorn or his forces, show them your mark, or your collar, and tell you you belong to me. It may be enligh to avoid a fight. With Gyumoah's remnants out there, I don't want to fight Zorn. But there is a lot of finesse in demon parts sometimes." Exzel hoped she had explained it plainly enough, and she watched as the girls went on with breakfast. A smile returning to her white face, and a bit of her sparkle in her purple eyes, "With the three of us, I have confidence, we can thrash almost anyone." She calmly put a hand under the table on each of their legs, in a reassuring, if also possessive hold, "You're both mine, and I intend to keep you both. Do you any questioned you would ask?" Her mind turning from strategy to what she might do later with her girls.