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Thanks. Got a kind of Good News/Bad News situation for you. Good news: Your roleplay load just got lighter. Ban Bad news: I've noticed that you seem to be a duplicate account, of a prolific duplicate accounter and ban evader. Oof. Which means we have to say, goodbye.

Did Atsuno mention thralls? Did the lady want a thrall? That didn't matter, what did was she could turn into a giant bat and that fueled his interest. But the night was chilly and the man went from propping himself against stone to standing fully upright, he didn't feel like standing in one place. Hell, now he didn't feel like staying outside in the night albeit it was a good night, Atsuno would've liked the warmth of the Blackthorne Castle. Coffee sounded nice. "Eh, never cared much for having a "master,"" Atsuno shrugged as he jerked a thumb back to the door of the palace, "I'll take that offer on seeing that... Form. Coffee? Hot cho

Saryn's skin was smoother than other women from his pack, Nathan figured she took care of herself with lotion and proper soap. Much of the females in his pack has tried to press themselves onto him and he's felt their skin, although fine, they were much more physical and rough in terms of body care. Even the lowly members spent much of their time outside and working instead of being cuddled up to a heater indoors. There was some pride in that fact. Saryn grasped his length gently and started to stroke him, twisting her wrist every time she did for better stimulation. With a relieved sigh Nathan finally relaxed breaking that serious com

Blaze listened quietly to his family talk and was trying to understand things that were being said. Rebuilding the coven would mean either turning humans or finding women to birth babies and Blaze currently had no thralls and there wasn't any women he had been in contact with that would be worth asking. The coming days would truly be an interesting time for the Blackthorne family as he helped to rebuild the family power and fear in enemies.

Idris flashed a glare to Marcello. It was just something you didn't do after finding out what happened to hers and Antoinette's father; their fucking brother. "Watch your mouth you pest, or I will rip it from that flapping jaw of yours!" A low guttural growl came from his throat while his fists balled so hard that he began to bleed his own blood in frustration. It's not like his tongue wouldn't grow back anyway so at most it would be an inconvenience. As Treighton explained the pros and cons it was already decided long ago what would occur... though not to his own knowledge. Idris and Antoinette just sit there silently exchanging glances. Bes

Feel free to move this topic elsewhere, or even remove it, if it's unfitting of this category. I just wanted to post something that was lying heavy. Since being here, I've noticed a plethora of people struggling with depression (and more.) I try to add positive and uplifting comments to status updates when I see them as much as I can. I want to reach out to every person I see struggling with something and just ultimately devote my time and attention to them entirely to help them feel better. But, I realize that not everyone is comfortable with a stranger contacting them and basically saying, "Tell me everything." So, I've made this...