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« on: January 24, 2018, 11:39:21 pm »
NAMERyul Radiant ALIASESSugarMouse AGE168 GENDERMale SEXUALITYHe's not really sure SPECIES/ETHNICITY Starstrider Elf/ Kulshedra - House Procyon HEIGHT/BUILD 5'10" OCCUPATIONOwns and runs a bakery on Libra RESIDENCELibra, somewhere. __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPHYSICALRyul is a starstrider from House Procyon and is of mixed heritage. Because of how intensely Starstrider genetics override any other parent, it's hardly detectable his other parent is a semi-giant shiny lizard person. Of course, there's some faint traces of the other parent there though they're faint. A smattering of silver scales grace his cheek bones, his collar bone and his spine. The only thing that really shows off that they're there is that he looks like he's pressed shiny silver sparkles to his face everyday. Being from House Procyon, he has pale blue skin, the brilliant purple blue eyes and either very pale blue or near white hair. A gentle androgynous face, plush lips and kind eyes, Ryul is a sweet looking individual. Despite his love of icing to go on the cakes he makes, he's not overly plump, though he isn't especially trim. Aside from the scales, he's completely humanoid and looks much like his mother in terms of species. PERSONALITYIt's easy to say that Ryul is passionate about what he does. Though, it's quite singular because that is, currently all he does and has done for a very long time. Either way though, his parents raised him to be kind, not judge and live by the old adage of 'treat others how you would like to be treated.' Of course, sometimes this doesn't go well and while he doesn't lose his temper often, it can be quite... Dramatic when he does. Things are usually broken and after about five minutes he feels awful about it. ABILITIESRyul is a talented little baker. He lives his life to bake and make bread and pastries and invent new strange things that probably only appeal to his palette. Which he is okay with. RELATIONSHIPS Mother - Eviery Radiant - Deceased Father - Jet Radiant - Deceased HISTORYRyul took a while to start existing. Born to a starstrider mother and a kulshedra father, it wasn't exactly a recipe for conception. Despite this, on his mother's four-hundredth twenty-seventh birthday, they got the present of a life time. A child. Jet was older, already a hundred and seventy and far passed his child-making years. Ryul was a miracle all unto himself. Jet came from a long line of people who baked and while none of them were particularly fond of eating bread, they all loved to make it. It wasn't until Ryul was older than they started to incorporate sweet things into their stores. Sadly, Kulshedra were not immortal and he only got a hundred years with his parents. Jet died peacefully in his sleep, curled up next to his His, not looking terribly old but the silver scales were dull and his silvery hair had gone white. It took a while, or at least it felt like an eternity but Eviery eventually died as well. With their Resonance gone, they clung to life as long as they could for their child but it was too much to bare. So, by the age of a hundred twenty-six he was an orphan. Luckily, he had a good grasp on how to live and ran the bakery. Of course there were employees but it has never felt the same since. Secretly he craves what his parents had. He loved seeing them together. A far away day dream. In the meantime. He loves cake, and cake loves him. Just. Meeting new people through cake is hard. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: January 19, 2018, 10:23:53 pm »
NAMEObsidian Rubitri ALIASESObi. Siddy. Sid. AGE29 GENDERMale SEXUALITY? ? ? SPECIES/ETHNICITY Kulshedra HEIGHT/BUILD 6'9" - Build like HUGE MAN. Also pretty and buff. OCCUPATIONSquad member of the Ryun Raven's. RESIDENCERyun __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPHYSICALObsidian, otherwise known as Obi, is a large imposing man. He's broad, built and shiny. Covering about 90% of his body is a set of scales. They're more textured than regular kulshedra scales, which are softer and more snakelike. The greatest thing that probably distracts eyes is that he has no cheeks. Obi is an interesting genetic anomaly, more scales, rougher texture. It's unclear if his size is connected to this genetic wrong, but he's a large man regardless. Instead of cheeks, the sides of his face are heavily scaled and instead of the false cheek to look Not So Alarming that regular Kulshedra do, Obi's PERSONALITYABILITIESTelepathy - a little above average, he's better at getting notes than sending them Telekinesis - Decent! Doesn't use it. Usually forgets he can do it. Obsidian can teleport. It's short distances and sometimes leaves a strange tingling sensation in the air form where he's been. Because of his ability to disappear and reappear, his chip has a more pin-point location on him at all times. RELATIONSHIPS PolRenNymHISTORY__________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: January 18, 2018, 05:49:33 pm »
I. BASIC ANATOMYKulshedra are a large bipedal species with a basic humanoid look. Scales, digitigrade legs and a long reptilian tail usually give them away as being non-human. Along with the rest of them. Half-breeds do not play into these genetics or traits. The added race throw all these out the window and Kulshedra don't breed true. Instead, the genetics adapt and find a middle ground. Therefore, you can have two half-kulshedra children and they can look varying degrees of the scaled species. Similarities● All Kulshedra are covered in some degree of scales barring a deformity. ● Hair is black, scale coloured or a mix of the two - Black with coloured streaks. ● They can purr and make various other cute animal noises. ● Humanoid reproductive organs. ● They all have a cluster of scales at the base of their throat, rooted deeply into the flesh, it is harder than anything else in their body and usually survives longer than they do. These are used in funerary rites if available. ● Other Stuff I can't Think of. Males
●Height is between 6'3-6'9"
●Jaw Split for maximum biting potential.
●Slightly broader Females
●Height is between 5'10"-6'4"
●Jaw does not split unless genetics play an odd part while inside the parent.
●Slimmer, has breasts and wider hips. ScalesA quick example can be found here. Eye colours here● Colour of scales is not hereditary. ● There is no way to predetermine a scale colour in a child. ● 80% Red, Blue and Yellow ( and varying degrees of intensity)● 15% Purple and Green● 5% White, Black, Iridescence's and varying mixes make up the smallest amount.●The scales on their bodies follow a pattern. Their ears, cheekbones - the cheek split if they have the jaw trait - and then down the neck, over their shoulders and along the back, the tail, feet and hands. ●Comically, the parts without scales are the softest parts. The inside of the arms, the stomach area and lower chest, the genitals and upper thighs. i. Anomalies The ThrowbackSometimes, very rarely, one in a few hundred thousand births there is what is called a "Throwback". Believed to be from their more animal ancestors, before the modern age they were culled at birth, considered a bad omen and to bring great misfortune to the tribe. In Modern times, if they are born into more culturally intense homes they are simply abandoned or given up for adoption. Traits Quick Example Here●The Throwbacks always are missing the 'false cheek'. Both genders express this trait. Usually are a dark version of a base colour. Maroon. Navy blue. Brown. ●A lighter eye. ●They are missing the cluster of scales. Usually their throats and upper torso are bare of scales - hence the bad omen to the more culturally sensitive Kulshedra. ii. Lifespan ●A long lived race, they are not immortal. The eldest get to be about 300 and as a hardy race they usually die of old age. iii. Their's ● Kulshedra rely on their senses and sometimes they find someone that is just... Perfect. Sometimes it's instantaneous. Sometimes it's a slow build up until they realize. ● Traditionally they're called a 'Mine'. It's possessive and plays into their predatory nature. They're each other's 'Mine.' ● Over time, should they bond with Theirs, the Kulshedra becomes addicted to their presence. Their scent. The sound of their voice. The feel of them while sleeping. As with all addictions, not having their cravings met can be adverse to their overall mental health and withdrawal symptoms have been a thing. ● Should their Mine die, it's a hard pill to swallow. Sometimes they mourn for the rest of their life, never taking another mate and sometimes they accept what happened and move on. This is entirely up to each individual. ● Bonding with non-Kulshedra can be harder if they don't understand the intensity of the bond. ● Basically, it's an addiction to someone and they're Never Gonna Give You Up. ((Unless, of course, you don't want them))
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« on: January 18, 2018, 04:03:20 pm »
The Kulshedra Kulshedra are an old race on the planet. Starting from humble roots of tribal origins, they've adapted with the ages and are a much more modern version of what they once were. While their culture has suffered for it, some things were lost and others were gained. Missing a fair amount of what they once were, the Kulshedra that grow up in 'clans' cherish what tradition and culture they have left. As of now, they're doing their best to adapt to what they can. They are a dying race and they've accepted it. I . BiologyII. Culture -Aedolis -Edani -Libran III. Fancy Stuff I Guess?
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« on: January 15, 2018, 11:39:31 pm »
Aesir gave Wolf a look of concern, reaching up to wipe the tears away and press his palm to the other mans head. The meat of his hand pressing against the temple before he carded a hand through his hair and did his best to glance at Kirkley on his way, offer a small smile and then guide Wolf to his room. Aesir went about getting him a glass of water and helping him into bed - or at least trying to convince him to sleep. Left him the glass of water and finally, yawning widely and covering his face with his hands let himself into his own room.
A glance at the apple sapling beside his bed and he finally stretched his arms high up over his head and sat down gently, wincing ever so slightly and rubbing his chest. It felt tight from anxieties and things he couldn't control and Aesir reached to the potted plant and pulled it into his lap. Looking down at it like it could explain anything. Silently begging it to.
Nothing though. Not even whispers.
Aesir tucked his green hair behind his ear, frowning that it was growing so quickly here. Frowning that almost none of his clothes fit him anymore. That he was tired all the time and felt more alone than ever. His fingers brushed over the little leaf, bursting with life and so green and he knew that he'd done that. Didn't know how. Didn't feel safe admitting he could. That didn't stop him from letting his teeth sink into his tongue though or swiping it along his palm so he could smear the blood onto the leaf.
He'd never watched it before, not really. Had never explored the extent of his abilities and now that he had a moment alone... Aesir watched as the sapling shuddered, a small leaf growing new from the top of the sapling. Just a little bit. Enough to keep it going.
His mouth hurt now and he sighed, tucking the plant back on the bedside table and finally laying down. Aesir didn't remember falling asleep, but the dreams were nice. At least in those he got to have a proper goodbye with his parents.
The morning went by in a blur. Suit up. Talk down. It would be a lie if he didn't admit that he was glad he didn't have to go through the weird hoop thing himself. Was pleased that he got to be carried through. Though he wondered, was it because Kirkley didn't think he could do it himself? For a moment, too angry and feeling insulted to really notice exactly what happened besides a bunch of magic mumbo-jumbo he'd opened his mouth to give Kirkley a piece of his mind once he was on the other side but...
"Whoa."
Every thought left him and he could only stare. He curled up tighter in Kirkley's arms and watched him remove his helmet. Quickly following with his own because this was amazing. It smelled wonderful and Aesir's whole body was covered in goosebumps in under a second. His purple eyes wide, he stared ahead, examining the grass and the gentle breeze through his hair and... A glance at Kirkley, frowning at the tears.
Impulsively he brushed those tears away with his thumb, ignoring the brilliance of green before him for the giant scarred beast of a man that so tenderly held him. "Home?" He repeated, looking back out and away, frowning gently before he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd have dreams before. "It does," He said honestly, content to remain in Kirkley's arms. A strange flash of pain in his right arm and he rubbed at it curiously, flexing his hand and instead of wriggling to get away, simply rest his head on Kirkley's shoulder.
"I think I've had dreams of here. I remember feeling the breeze through my hair. The sun on my face. Felt the wind push at my clothing before I..." Aesir remembered the bit of whatever it was he'd stolen from Kirkley the day before from one of the boxes, how he'd impulsively tucked it into into the suit where it laid flat against his chest. In the dream his arms had been exposed. Bleeding to the earth. Making it lush and fertile.
Aesir didn't hear Vargas enter behind them. He was too busy staring at his hands and then staring out at the grass. "Are there others like me?" He asked curiously, looking up at Kirkley before curling his arms around the big mans neck, afraid of the answer either way. Yes meant he wasn't unique, wasn't special beyond behind some weird brand of Whatever He Was. No meant that he was alone and that was a lonely prospect. "Can you hear that?" He suddenly said, eyes falling closed, giving his legs little wiggles to be put down when he'd been so determined to remain high up in Kirkley's arms just moments before.
"Kirkley," His voice was soft and he turned his head to catch the voices better, so faint and hard to understand, "Kirkley I can hear them talking." Aesir was, of course, talking about the plants. Whispering the stories they had to tell - but it had been so long and their voices were so weak. "I need to help them talk louder, you have to put me down."
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« on: January 14, 2018, 06:33:35 pm »
Any questions, let me knooow! I will answer maybe. The Red Lotus If you've ever wondered who those magnificent creatures are that are on the arms of the elite and wealthy, you're clearly too poor to buy their services. The Red Lotus is steeped in a few hundred years of business, dealing in the exchange of money for entertainment. That entertainment is beautiful well trained creatures of exotic origins and well trained to be the best companion. They're a status symbol all their own. Having a Red Lotus on your arm for the evening is as telling of your status and wealth as handing over your bank account information - which is probably bursting at the seams.
If you can afford one, you're probably very well off and if you bring one to a party, you're going to be the person of focus - Along with your guest. The Red Lotus are basically a super duper fancy whore house. Sort of. While they deal in flesh, sex is never the main product. Well trained to be elite guests on important arms, the Red Lotus's are always professional and always worth the money. The NineSpikeBennitta*open *open *open *open *open *open Blink's Long Story ShortThe Red Lotus is a small group of highly trained courtesans. At any given time, there is only nine (9) of them. They are being paid to spend time with their patron but sex is not expected. If sex happens between a Red Lotus and a Patron it's up to that individual - sometimes it costs more, sometimes the Red Lotus is happy to provide. It's entirely up to them. Secret Story ShortNot all Red Lotus are Spies, sometimes though people whisper things and keen ears hear them. There is no set 'side' they're on but they need to be careful either way. Do they sell it? Do they keep the information for themselves? It's up to them. Being a spy is not a prerequisite but something that simply tends to happen because they find themselves with a wealth of knowledge. Physical tells of Red Lotus'sAll Fully Trained and working Red Lotus's have a tattoo on their left forearm of jewelry of some sort. A series of chains and a gem. Each tattoo is unique to each Red Lotus. Some have their 'gems' displayed in the open all the time ( such as on the back of the hand ) while others have theirs 'hidden' away ( the inside of the arm, under the elbow). Trainees have chain tattoo's but no gems. The rest of the tattoo is filled in when they finally fill in a role. Usually a Red Lotus takes on a trainee when they're older and more ready to retire, though sometimes others will take on trainees. Some don't take on any and simply wait for someone elses trainee to take their spot when they finally retire. ContractsCredits can buy anything. It's up to the Red Lotus how much they want to sell. Contracts are always signed and always in favour of the Red Lotus - they're shrewd business people, far more educated than necessary and usually looking out for number One. The plebsBecause they're so expensive to spend an evening with, they have other ways to reaching the rest of Aedolis. Merchandise such as posters, picture books and mimic jewelry. Maybe even figurines. TV spots and perhaps a few acting scenes in movies or television shows. They may not get to spend time with all their fans but they can do their best to make the regular people of Aedolis love them. You Wanna Play One? - These are the important bits all Red Lotus's adhere to. There are Seven(7) Spots left! (( and who knows, maybe there's a spy in there to spy on the spies)) - They are in their mid to late twenties, early thirties or older. They're a companion, they're educated, knowledgeable and are confident.
- They have a very secret social life.
- They do not have scandals. Rumours are one thing, scandals are another and a thing that does not happen.
- Surprisingly, nude pictures of them tend to not exist, if they do it's because of more nefarious deeds such as being stalked or illegal activity on the patrons part ( for which they will be sued!)
- They are not allowed to expose themselves in front of cameras. They can be risque but no complete nudity.
- They have been training for this for most of their lives and are in training until one of the 9 retire, in which the eldest/one ready to 'graduate' takes their place and gets the rest of their tattoo filled in. Trainees are subjected to the same harsh rules. They're the cheaper less experienced version of the fully trained Red Lotus.
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« on: January 10, 2018, 10:29:43 pm »
Ellis just... Felt bad.
This poor guy looked pretty bad and he chewed on his lip briefly before Ellis backed off a step or two to give him some space. Let him breathe. Or something? Guy looked like he breathed. Which was good. As much as he enjoyed zombie movies he didn't really want to live one. Still, this guy looked pretty human and he sort of just... Smelled damp and like the rain.
Real pretty too, so that was a plus.
Well, real pretty aside from the looking kinda sick thing. Ellis watched him look dazed and confused and he continued to peer at him, concern on his face. Then a little disgust when that gunk oozed out his nose. Damn, he was in bad shape. Ellis didn't hesitate, he leaned forward and without asking or making sure his hand wasn't going to be ripped off he swiped his thumb over the strangers face, wiping away the black ooze.
Ellis quickly wiped it off on his pants before he drew his finger over again to clean up what he could and he squeezed the mans arm. "Yeah, Home. My home. You can spend the night. Get a meal in you and feel better tomorrow hopefully," Ellis looked up and pushed his hair from his face and ignored the shiver that ran through him from the chill in the air. He smiled though, bright eyed and friendly. "My name is Ellis, by the way. You having a bad night? Will you be okay?"
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« on: January 08, 2018, 11:45:39 pm »
Interest!
Everett was far too pleased that the giant horned fellow meandered back over to him to ask about the bodyguard thing. Of course, he'd immediately forgotten but his eyes turned bright and Everett had a doofty smile on his face. It looked a little out of place. Smooth skin, well kept hair. Fancy suit. Real big goofy smile.
"How long?" Everett repeated, trailing his finger along the glass to make some strange pattern in the condensation. Frowned at it when it turned out the glass also had a doofy drippy smile. "A few months?" He said, shrugging softly, "Maybe a year. I'm not sure how long I'll need to keep up appearances," Everett smiled, resting his head on his hand, his long dark blue hair slipping over his shoulder like silk.
A puff of air to blow it from his face before he tucked it behind his ear. "There'd be training," Everett tapped the drink before he slurped it back in a few gulps, eyes falling closed before they popped back open though they retained the hooded sleepy look of a man well into his drink. "Lots of paper's to sign," he frowned and pushed his empty cup away, swallowing thickly. "I gave you my card, right?" He frowned, pushing his hair over his shoulder and breathed in slowly.
"I did," He smiled again, "Great."
Everett did his best to muffle a burp with the back of his hand before he politely cleared his throat and turned his pretty golden eyes on the giant man. He really was interesting looking and the pampered overworked paper pusher really appreciated just how huge the guy was. Everett still couldn't really believe it.
"It'd be worth it. Sick leave. Vacation. Well, you'll come with me on vacation." He pursed his lips, "When I go on vacation." Another frown, "If I go on vacation. Anyway," He nodded to the card and swallowed thickly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Where is the bathroom again? I'm about to be very rude and I think everyone prefers I don't be rude all over the floor." Everett's lovely dark shade of blue hair helped the green tinge to his skin.
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« on: January 08, 2018, 12:07:30 am »
NAMEDesmond Riviera NICKNAMEDesi, Des, Ruffles and DJ Papillion ( not really a nickname though ) AGE28 GENDERMale SEXUALITY? ? ? SPECIES/ETHNICITY Human / Solartan HEIGHT/BUILD 5'11" OCCUPATIONBartender, DJ RESIDENCEMargad __________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPHYSICALDesmond is an average looking man. He isn't stacked and he isn't slim and perhaps the only not-totally average thing about him is his well kept hair. It reaches nearly his hips and requires a good amount of upkeep - The only part of his head that is undyed is the part at the top, which remains his natural shade of dark brown with pretty red untertones. The rest is a brilliant rainbow and is carefully designed to be pinned up and be a lovely waterfall of colours for his shows. When he isn't doing his DJing gig, it's held back in a plain ponytail and he doesn't pay it much mind. He wears unassuming clothes and wears decently thick glasses for his vision, only able to convince himself to wear contacts when he's in costume for DJing 'cause glasses would smudge the make up. PERSONALITYCalm and collected mostly? Rational and probably he's extremely shy which is why he has a whole persona for the DJing thing. It's not him, It's DJ Papillion, Mofo'ing rainbow butterfly music man, dance magic dance, baby. ABILITIESDesmond is a reflectionist. He's also a DJ and decently good at it, doing regular shows at Synesthesia when they don't have a big headliner. Working at a little regular people bar during most of the week he's a whiz at mixing drinks and, his super power, it takes a lot to get him drunk. Which he isn't fond of doing anyway, so it's a win. He's an expensive date. RELATIONSHIPS Sullivan Riviera - His twin, a Pilot (( who I will join later )) Probably various people. Maybe a wife? Husband? Fiancee? BETROTHED?!?!?!?! Frand? A pet 'cause he's secretly super kinky. Who knows. I sure don't. HISTORYHis mind can't be read so who knows what's happened in his past. __________________THREAD TRACKERCurrent ThreadsComplete Threads
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« on: January 07, 2018, 09:41:22 pm »
At least he wasn't observant.
Sebastian lifted an eyebrow at Oakley and took a sip of his beer before smiling and putting it back down. A silent answer the offer of getting him a drink. He was nervous and he couldn't stop twitching his fingers and picking at loose threads on his coat and shirt. Not that there were many loose threads. For now. Sebastian smiled politely and looked down at the shuffled deck in front of him.
Had he ever played cards before? He suddenly blanked on if he ever had. Had he? Maybe Go Fish. Was High Card exactly what it sounded like? Sebastian sure hoped so. He sipped his beer and pushed the deck back to Oakly before tossing his own money in. Nervous and twitchy Sebastian chewed on his lip and tapped his finger tips against the table. "You know if they have any rooms free?" He asked casually, making a point to look relaxed and rest his head on his hand on the table. Looking through his eyelashes.
Act casual.
or something.
Sebastian's leg twitched and he moved a lot, shifting in his seat and glancing away, chewing on his lip. "Remind me how to play High Card?"
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« on: January 07, 2018, 01:46:11 am »
The rain was fake.
It was rain though, which was cool because he couldn't really picture it anywhere else. All sorts of green crap here. It had been a restless evening and it was closing in to midnight faster and faster until Ellis decided he really couldn't sleep and to just get up and go for a walk. Being so unused to the sound of it, he couldn't really sleep when rain did fall, it was so... Noisy. So, pulling on a coat and tucking his feet into some weird waterproof boots that didn't quite fit and were made of shiny material that didn't soak in water -- They also had a pattern of tiny happy looking squid -- Ellis made his way ... Around.
It was a simple wander. Hands in his pockets, head down, water soaking through his silvery hair. He'd never hated the water, he just hadn't gotten used to the sound of it yet. Though, he'd heard people tell him it was soothing he just wasn't to that point. While he walked, he listened, letting his eyes close briefly and just soaking in the noise of water when in the distance there was a terrible retching sound.
Curiosity welled up in his chest and he turned his head towards the noise, a dark alleyway with rivers of water pouring from it and a strange black cloudyness to the water. Ellis slicked his hair back and rolled his shoulders before he meandered down there, boots splashing in the small puddles that collected. Another retching noise and his eyes adjusted and...
"Hello?" His voice was as gentle as he could make it before he found the person hunched over, throwing up whatever that was. Ellis pursed his lips and reached out a hand, resting it on the middle of the persons back and giving soothing rubs between the shoulder blades. Or as soothing as he could manage. "You doing okay, Buddy?" His voice was firm but gentle and his hand continued the rhythmic motions. No one liked throwing up, and in a cold alleyway in the middle of the night? "You have somewhere to be? C'mon, I'll take you home." Ellis held out his free hand and was more than ready to escourt this person to his home to dry off and get warm.
That's what kind people did, right?
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« on: January 06, 2018, 12:49:30 am »
[Lion!]
Fuckin' Fumin'.
Seiteki took a deep breath and did her best to swallow her temper but being treated as a courier. This shit wasn't even on her way, but here she was with an actual real letter in her hand, doing her best not to crumple it into garbage or open it and read it because it was none of her business. Bright blue eyes glared down at it and she huffily tossed her wavy dark hair over her shoulder.
Twitched her wings a little while she walked, making sure the feathers didn't drag down on the ground. All she wanted to do was go back to her apartment, have a shower, get into her jammies and then... Blow dry her wings. God that took forever. Now the nightly ritual would be ruined because she has to come all the way here and do all sorts of out of her way bullshit and just. Sigh.
Seiteki checked her com to make sure she had the right room. Seiteki Tora and Hektor Hecates weren't friends. She couldn't remember a time when she bothered to talk to him outside of maybe accidentally bumping into him some decade ago or whatever and she just grumbled and fumed her way to his door before she rapped her knuckles against it, feathers fluffed up in irritation.
A few more more insistent knocks and finally, the creak of the door and Seiteki shoved it open with her free hand while she moved into the apartment and shut the door behind her. Holding the letter in one hand and glaring brightly through her curly tumbled hair. "This is for you and --- " Then of course the things in the display cases caught her eyes. They were... So familiar. Seiteki pressed the envelope to Hektor's chest before she turned and stared full on at her mothers suit of armor.
A brief glance to Hektor before she walked over to it, staring wide eyed and reaching a hand out to ghost over the glass so she didn't really touch it at all. "Where did you get this," She said, wings snapped tight against her back and casting a quick glance over her shoulder. The armour had been restored but she could still remember being so young and seeing it gleaming on her mother. Commander of the army. How things have changed. "Sorry, hi," She said, not turning to him but instead staring at the old metal hunk in the case. "Seiteki Tora, Pilot Echo, they wanted me to deliver that to you so I did and this is really cool" She jerked her thumb to the armour and smiled, "Looks like i've seen it in a book before. Someone famous?"
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« on: January 03, 2018, 11:24:25 pm »
Usually Harley only got sucked off when someone wanted to return the favour. Or when they didnt want to seem like completely selfish lovers. So when his guest went south to have his wiley ways with his dick, Harley flushed and his gasp of surprise turned into a little squeaky moan.
It wasn't his favourite thing - what he really wantes was for Hugh to stuff him like a Yule tide pheasant - but blowjobs were always baseline amazing. His fingers pushed through hair and Harley eagerly went with it, with neither permission or pause, he jerked his hips forward, eager to get Hugh's mouth further down his dick.
"If you really wanna help me, there's lube and a condom in my wallet," his breath was short and he remembered for a brief time that hooking up with strangers in your apartment was a bad idea. Harley wriggled backwards, moving to bend over the couch and present his black and white scaled backside.
Muscles were well defined and the only real jarring thing was the pale scar that ran between his ass cheeks and up his back. Evidence that he had a tail once. "Mutual wound-up fixing," Harley looked over his shoulder and gave his hips what he hoped was an enticing wriggle to get this Hugh guy moving.
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« on: January 02, 2018, 09:38:43 pm »
There wasn't much to it.
Mostly he let the rest of the world static out while he rocked into the hot little body between him and the wall. Lavender wasn't really thinking about being caught or about his coworker waiting for him at the table. Didn't think of the way he was waving his tail behind him enough to disrupt anyone that would want to to walk past. He breathed heavily and rocked himself to a steady rhythm, eyes squeezed shut.
Shit. Had she told him her real name?
Lavender bit his lip to keep himself quiet but grunts and little moans pushed through his lips anyway. He nuzzled against the side of her head and smirked when she said why not both. He took that to mean he was going to steal her away again, or keep her stolen. He moved a hand when he made sure her legs were firmly wrapped around him and palmed her breast through her dress, running his thumb over her nipple before giving her breast a squeeze and biting down her her neck.
"Phoenyx," He murmured against her, moving his hand back to her thighs to hold her tight against him. "I am going to make you wail," He promised, voice growling before he held her tight and gave it to her as good at he could. Relentless. He reveled in the slick heat surrounding him and it had never been so perfect before. Lavender had never felt so content before. Of course, he kept true to his word and rocked against her in a hard steady rhythm, ignoring any bodies that moved behind them. Lavender had been ready to pop the second he got in her tight heat but no, he had enough self control not to give in until there was an unfortunate amount of attention.
That and some wails of pleasure.
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« on: January 01, 2018, 01:07:01 am »
The day was uneventful. Brunch with Sev had been nice and as he had promised the bubbly woman in the Pilot Chat he'd milled around Adstreia, finding it easier to stay and meander around the shops and find various gifts for his new friends. Iridescent wasnt really sure what everyone liked yet, but everyone liked presents. A good way to start the new year, gifts from a new... Friend.
Were they friends? Iri wasnt sure. They felt like friends. The day dragged until the evening and he spotted Mia instantly and turned his head every which way to catch the light in his iridescent hair and scales. Pulled it out of the braid it was in so it fell over his shoulders like a waterfall much to the little Pilot's delight. It was odd to be in a crowd of people on purpose
Felt like he was wearing a costume. The suit of someone people trusted. Everyone was so at ease and he let himself be pulled around and introduced as the shiny guy. Iri accepted it and with Mia as his guide, he spent the evening quietly observing. Iri didn't know how to do anything else.
It was just after midnight, various faces were being smooshed together and with no where else to look because it was rude and awkward to watch people kiss he quickly glanced aside. There was a loose box of what looked like fireworks. Unattended. If he'd been looking anywhere else he wouldn't have noticed the spark of light arc into from an unknown hand.
High alert, Iri jerked towards it, rushing. Moving as quickly as he could towards it. "A bomb!" He shouted -- But that was all the warning he could manage before the sounds of explotions -fireworks and who knows what other noises - were too loud to take.
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« on: December 30, 2017, 12:09:02 am »
Well hot damn.
Lavender hadn't been expecting the pretty little lady to be so hot, heavy and ready for it but... He was quickly corrected. There was a pause while she had her ways with him and Lavender didn't keep her from attempts at exploring his body. What he had not been expecting was for her to go full for it right away so when she pulled out his dick and gave it a stroke his mouth opened and no sound came out. Eyes wide.
Honestly he'd been expecting to have to woo a little bit. Purr a bit more. Nuzzle. Whisper sweet nothings. Grope a bit. "Oh, Fire," He said, voice rough when she swiped the head of his dick with a fingertip.
"You're just full of surprises," He said roughly, eyes falling slightly before he looked over both shoulders down either side of the hallway and dipped down, moving a hand from her thigh to further under her and -- "Fire," He said, voice hushed and looking over his shoulder again because what if someone was looking. Would she get embarrassed? Lavender wouldn't.
Was it too soon to ask her that?
Probably to soon to do what he did next though, which was shove two fingers into her and rock them back and forth while he gently nibbled where her shoulder met her neck. "You're so tight," He hissed against her moving his fingers in and out of her until he could hear it. A delighted trill rose out of his throat and he shifted, pinning her to the wall with the help of his free hand and his torso, grabbing his dick and pressing it to her entrance. "Do you want it hard and fast or nice and slow because who knows who might wander by." He chuckled softly, groaning when he shifted his weight so she'd slide down onto him to the root, effectively pinning her to the wall with his hips and his dick.
Lavender's hands rested on her thighs while he nibbled at her neck and her ear, slowly figuring out a decent rhythm to keep her afloat and by the fire. "You're fucking perfect," He hissed against her flesh, a purr rumbling in his chest. "Anytime you need someone to fuck you blind in a hallway, give me a ring because I will be done." He teased, grinding against her and panting hotly at her throat.
If someone were to walk by, it would be obvious they were having sex. Fortunately, his pants were still covering his ass - thanks to his tail - he was broad enough to keep most of her from view and he'd made sure not to expose her tits because he was a gentleman.
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« on: December 28, 2017, 02:48:09 pm »
Cinnamon grinned.
"Right."
He nudged along his cousin and Sashi. Emerald looked through furniture. Mentally made notes on what he wanted to get at a later date. Mentally made up his son's home because the last time he'd been there it had been a chair and nothing else. While they shopped, he stole glances at the little human. Enjoyed the way his cousin was so casual with her.
There was clearly no ulterior motives on Cinnamon's part aside from the obvious attempt to get them to meet and, as a gentleman, Emerald gave Sashi his number at the end of the evening. A gentle request to contact him if she needed help from him. Just an extra set of lifting arms. There was silence as he expected. According to his cousin the girl worked herself ragged and went home. There was the odd seeing he at DoSaM but no time to say hello.
Emerald decided he admired Sashi and a good number of times drafted up a small message to her. To ask her to dinner. He wanted to get to know the little doctor better. It was scary though. It was a quiet evening. A weekend day. The sun was still up and out and slowly sinking but...
Deep breath. He looked down at his com and cycled through the numbers. There had been a second dinner, Emerald had suggesting inviting Sashi along and Cinnamon was more than happy to extend the invitation - nothing of interest had happened but... Maybe she would be a little more comfortable with him... Maybe. Emerald chewed on his lips and took a deep breath. She was sweet from what he'd seen. The interest was there for him. Maybe she wasn't interested in him but...
Worst case scenario they'd get to be friends. Sashi was a Pilot like Cinnamon and his son and... Deep breaths.
"Hi, Sashi. It's Emerald, Cinnamons cousin. I was wondering if you'd like to get some coffee with me?"
aaaand send.
Emerald got ready to go out - he was headed out for coffee anyway. Pulled his coat on. Tied his long green hair back and tried not to anxiously look at his com for a reply. Because he was absolutely going out anyway. He just... Wanted a wait a few minutes. To warm up his coat before he went outside. Not to wait for a reply or anything.
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« on: December 27, 2017, 11:09:16 pm »
Like an over eager puppy, Lavender let himself be guided along and away. It was never good to let yourself be drawn into a trap but... What kind of trap would this be? Well. He watched her butt as they walked, gave her hand a squeeze before he was guided through the door and he couldn't stop the purr that rumbled through his torso. Couldn't stop the purr that made everything vibrate so fantastically.
He enjoyed the way she trapped herself between him and the door.
Loved the way she asked him what he wanted to talk about.
"Well," He said, leaning down. Fire she was tiny. It took a moment to ponder, but her fingers were in his belt loops and she was pulling him close. Risk it? Risk it. His hands moved down her sides to her hips before they boosted her bottom, leaning forward with his hips to pin her between him and the wall. Lavender tried not to groan, instead sucking his lip between his teeth and wriggling his hips to get comfortable between her legs. "There, now we're face to face." Totally super innocent.
That wasn't a gun in his pocket though.
"I don't remember what I wanted to talk about," He said, head tucked against hers so he could speak into her ear. "I have an idea of what we could do though," Lavender leaned back, looking at Phoenyx through dark eyelashes, nearly brushing lavender scales stained red from the lighting. "Might be a bit much for you though, you're kinda..." He gave her thigh's a squeeze, "Tiny."
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« on: December 26, 2017, 11:13:21 pm »
Haaa.
Lavender closed his eyes and tried not to purr after her wink. Tried to bite back the urge to scoop her into his arms, nibble on her neck and then strip her and take her over the table. That way, no one could say that she wasn't his because - Lavender let his eyes snap open and he stared hard at the ground for a moment, giving his head a shake. The fuck. Sure he was a drive driven guy but... Whoa, that was an intense train of thought for even him. Violent and angry. No, that wouldn't do, that wasn't appropriate. Not for... This one.
"Yes," He sad, giving a small nod, "Military. That's correct," He rolled his shoulders and looked down at himself, tucking his thumbs into the loops of his jeans before he glanced away and hid a small flushy smile. "Mostly I stand around and look scary," Not untrue. He shifted and watched her face. Watched the light change the colour of her scales and he wanted to nuzzle against her neck, taste her cheek. Eugh, the fuck was wrong with him?
"You smell really good," he said, voice soft, trying to go for a compliment but worried it would come off as creepy all the same. A glance around and he waved the waiter over, asking for another drink. Well, two. Shots. Sort of. Both for him? He handed one to Phoenyx before he knocked his own back. "Wanna go somewhere quiet to talk? Without eavesdropper here?" He jerked his thumb to his blonde coworker who had the good graces to look offended at the idea that he was listening in on their super awesome conversation.
"If you're feeling wobbly from the drinks I can carry you," Which wasn't an excuse to touch her and show off how strong he was. What? Never him. He wasn't so tricksy. Still, it didn't stop him from standing firm and holding out his arms, tossing his dark black and lavender streaked hair from his face. "I'm real warm too, if you're still cold from your little pool party."
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« on: December 25, 2017, 11:31:27 pm »
It was odd to feel so empty.
Well no. Everett pushed his dark hair over his shoulder and stared at his reflection in the window, frowning at it. Making sure his collar was popped up to make himself a little more inconspicuous as he wandered the streets. He'd known it was part of his duty as one of the Kingschilde's to carry on the family name. He didn't think it'd happen... So soon. He played with the ring in his pocket while the wandering happened.
Today, earlier that afternoon, had been their first meeting. He couldn't really remember what her name was. He'd been too dazed. Confused. Pretty eyes maybe? Everett knew there was a date for the wedding - after an appropriate amount of pretend-time for pretend-wooing - already a date for doctors after the date for the wedding. The next three years were planned out for him. A deep breath and he closed his eyes.
Everett knew there was only one solution to his little problem.
He needed to get fucking drunk.
Not up here though. He needed to wander more. Everett pinched the bridge of his nose and pressed his hands to his face before slapping his cheeks a few times so he was more... aware of where he was. Because hot damn he didn't remember coming here. The music wasn't great and he knew he stuck out like a sore thumb. His hair was all long and silky looking. His suit was crisp. He smelled good while the bar smelled... Not so good.
The guy at the door though. Everett glanced at him on his way by, eyeing him up. Staring at his horns. It would be rude to ask to pet the horns. Don't ask that. The steps were careful and he found himself at the counter, taking a seat and pressing his hands to his face again and taking a deep breath.
"Didja lose your way?" The bartender asked, a punky kid with spikey teal hair, brilliant blue eyes an an assortment of tattoo's and piercings. He gave Everett a few looks over, taking in his jewelry. The earings and the gold of his eyes, the tanned shade of his skin. Everett knew he looked like old money but right now..
"Nah," Everett said, voice soft, tapping the bar and extending his wrist over the payment display, carefully tapping for an open tab. A glance over at the guy with horns and he nodded to the bartender, "Can you put him on my tab?" The punky kid glanced to him and then back at Everett, looking confused before giving a shrug hitting a few buttons on his side of the device.
"I want the most alcoholic, drunkiestmaking thing you got," Everett said once the payment was figured out, hands flat on the counter that was thankfully not sticky. A grin from the kid and some strange lime green drink in a tall glass was placed before him. It smelled like strawberries and tasted like watermelon. Strange mix. Everett finished it quickly and then got four more.
Another glance over his shoulder. Feeling bold. Mouth tasting like sugar. Under the guise of needing air, he wandered towards the door, leaning on the wall beside the tall horned guy. "You're really big," Everett said, voice a little slurred before he shoved his hand in his front pants pocket, frowning at the ring his fingers brushed before he pulled out a little card protector. Snapping it open, he handed the giant man a card.
Everett Kingschilde, VP. Nice and vague.
"You know," Everett had sleepy eyes, flushed cheeks and he gave a silly smile, "Always looking for a personal guard. Do you do much guarding? Or do you just do this. You're really really big," He gasped again, moving to stand closer and measuring the top of his head against the bouncer with one hand, looking aghast and shocked at how sort of short he was. Everett wasn't a short man! He was tallish!
"It'd pay so good," He nodded, eyes falling closed, "Stuck in Adstreia for a while for business if you're interested." Everett made a finger gun before he curled in his index finger to make it a thumbs up, "You should join me for a drink when you have a minute, talk business. I'm super important. Super duper important and you're really big. It'd be great." Another big grin and Everett wandered back to his seat, pushing his hands through his dark hair and tapping the bar for another whatever it was.
"can I have the recipe for this?" He said, pointing at it and making the bartender laugh. Everett glanced over his shoulder and smiled at the bouncer, giving a little wave, "It'd pay real good. Promise." And he pat the chair beside his in a - he hoped - enticing manner. Perfectly rational time to be talking business. But that guy was huge and if he was going to be stuck in Adstreia why not have a local be his personal bodyguard while he was here? It was a great, great plan.
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