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 Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 4:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 4:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2016 8:53 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2016 10:33 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 9:56 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 11:13 am
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Regina Thorne
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song
Regina enjoyed the kiss very much and shifted slightly as she listened to Lucy, the feeling of loneliness from Lucy was a familiar to her since she too was alone in this world especially considering her creator didn't really care all that much about her since she had only a single purpose, infiltrate and elimination of key targets her creator deemed an obstacle, though primarily she did more infiltration and observation than anything else, but when she had to kill she was deadly efficient in dealing out a swift death either by hand or with her hand bow, though from time to time she would let poison do the work and set it up in such a way that it would kill them painfully and usually in public. Regina smiled at the prospect of being with Lucy, to be honest she'd never thought about it until now and couldn't help but look into Lucy's eyes and admire them.
Slowly her smiled disappeared as she sat up and moved to the side of the bed and just sat there for a moment before she spoke "until now that was not something i'd really ever thought about, my creator didn't give me much knowledge on human emotion or feeling, he created me to search and kill, it's all I've ever known. I've roamed the land doing my master's bidding for so long that it's hard to say when i finally started to think for myself instead of being a tool, and to be honest there is a lot i still don't know or understand" she looked at Lucy, a tear going down her cheek "but i do know this, for some unknown reason from the moment i set my eyes upon you, i felt like i was being drawn to you, that i... needed you... that you were the only one in the world that meant anything to me. I don't understand what it is that i feel, but if you so desired i will gladly give you my life so that i could be by your side" Regina might have lived for ages but her mind was still that of a child still learning a world she'd never before experienced outside of her missions.
Regina's eyes showed that she desired to be with Lucy and while she didn't understand the feeling she had for Lucy, it was certain that she had a love for Lucy that knew no bounds and was obvious that this was the first time she'd ever felt any kind of emotion of this sort, but her words were sincere in that if Lucy chose to take her she'd willingly stand by her side.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 9:14 pm
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Dameon Black Sebastet is perfectly set up to go down. Whenever you're ready for it.
Gypsy readily accepted Morrigan’s kiss and gave her a gentle caress before the shadows slowly moved over her injured arm and left behind a bandage. That gesture was given as she moved over to stand in front of Blade, looking her over carefully and thoroughly. She noted features and similarities that made perfect sense once she remembered where she’d seen similar features before.
“It’s Blade… Wind’s sister…” she said in an awed whisper, surprised beyond belief that she was actually looking at the one that they were supposed to be rescuing… Though Blade was supposed to be dead…
She looked back at Morrigan with a small frown, “Bethany said she was dead… Apparently Gurzil tricked her and kept Blade alive…” she mused softly then turned back to really look at Blade and her physical condition as the full realization set in, “Gods…” she said in full stunned shock, “Look at her, Morrigan… Look at what he did to her…” she added as she stepped back until she wound up sitting on the bed.
Blade was wrapped up in the mind of her cat so far that separating the two would take an expert. But an expert in the same kind of tortures that Gurzil and Kam specialized in… And Gypsy didn’t know of any right now.
Blade struggled against the shadow-bindings until Gypsy took mercy on her and knocked her out. Then she used the shadows to lay the female out on the floor, though still contained by the bindings, so that they could see the full extent of the physical damage and Gypsy could only shake her head slightly, “I have no idea how to fix this, Morrigan… I wouldn’t even know where to start,” she finished in soft horror.
Sebastet lay curled up in her bed where Ohvan had put her, the light breeze stirring her fur slightly and making her shiver in response. Her body and senses were still on overload right now and she was at her weakest, though she was beyond sated. The Harvester had taken her in ways that she’d never experienced and was exhausted to the point that she wasn’t even dreaming.
Dev and Allistair stepped out of the pre-arranged portal with their baggage; namely the chests of clothing, toys, bedding, and the paperwork for the alliance. The weretiger looked around, noting that they were in front of the main house but that the location told them nothing as to where the place actually was. No problem for him. As long as he was with Allistair, he really didn’t care that much.
He watched in silence as a few red-robed females moved over and started collecting their baggage then carrying it all over to one of the outlying smaller houses. Fine with him since it gave them both plenty of privacy when they needed it.
There were a few of the mercenaries still moving around. Mostly collecting females and taking them to a place where they could rest after Ohvan had finished with them. But the few that noticed them gave them varied looks over the way Dev was dressed and the fact that he was collared and leashed, with Allistair holding the end of that leash.
Dev just gave a small grin over the looks they got, ranging from mild curiosity to outright hostility. Some people still didn’t like the slave policies of the Re, apparently. Not that he cared as long as Allistair held his leash. It was for the best, after all. With his newest cat active, there was no telling what it would do. And that cat only answered to Allistair…
They were otherwise not greeted and Dev wondered at that for a moment. Until…
He raised his head a bit and scented the breeze, the scent pulling a rolling purring growl from him as his libido went into overdrive in an instant before he turned to Allistair. Only Allistair’s grip on that leash kept Dev under control right now…
“Someone’s in heat, Master… Powerful too… Powerful enough that the fact that you hold my leash is the only reason I’m not trying to find the source of the pheromones I’m picking up… As it is… I’m suddenly feeling the need to loose the leather…” he warned Allistair and suddenly wished that they’d gone with the arm braces that kept him from touching anything… |
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 4:14 pm
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 6:14 pm
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 8:41 pm
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Gypsy allowed herself to be led off to the shower by Morrigan and devoted herself to pampering the wolf after she’d gotten hurt. She knew that Ohvan would react very badly to the attack and was actually looking forward to seeing Morrigan’s reaction to it.
Once out of the shower, Gypsy helped Morrigan dress in a set of leathers she hoped Morrigan and Ohvan would like. Then she dressed herself in a set of her own leathers. Both of her lovers had already expressed their appreciation for her leathers and their variety in styles, so she didn’t think either of them would object to what she wore. But both of them were dressed in such a way that they showed off most of the marks Ohvan had given them as well as their Mating Marks.
Only when they were finally dressed did she open the door to find one of the red-robed servants offering her a note. The note said that the Re representative was already here and had brought his personal slave with him. She gave a small frown as she considered the last bit and turned to Morrigan.
“Take them to the protected house. Give them every courtesy,” she told the servant then dismissed her before addressing Morrigan, “The Re representative is already here. Apparently he brought his personal slave with him. We’ll have to work this part out between them before we can get anything else accomplished. Lily was very specific about this one issue: the slave issue cannot change. The Sandmen will push for stopping the practice because they don’t like it. I say we let the Re representative speak about it first and see where that leads. What do you think?” she asked her after her explanation.
After all, Morrigan knew the Re better than she did…
Dev gave a soft growl at Allistair’s suggestion, clearly on board with it completely. The red-robed servant gave a bow of respect and led the way to the outer house that would be theirs while they were here. On a side table just inside the main door was a note that described their amenities:
Their own kitchen and dining area, two bedrooms, living room, private bathing room, and wrap-around porch. There were security shutters for all the windows in case of emergency. The red-robed servants apparently were spelled with the property but provided all cleaning services, escort duty, and would even cook as needed. If anything else was needed for their stay, they just had to tell one of the servants and it would be provided.
Dev instantly moved to wander the place and checked on their baggage, easily finding the toy box set up in the second bedroom while their clothing and other baggage was set up in the first bedroom. He made a very pleased sound as he started unpacking the toy box but put his head out partway through the process, “Master, we’ll need more towels and I need to know how sturdy this bed frame is. It doesn’t look like it’ll stand up to my cats,” he suggested simply and in total honesty. His cats were hell on furniture, after all… His HellCat in particular…
He went back in to continue what he’d been doing when something else occurred to him and he popped his head back out again, “And we’ll need to eat something when you’re finished with me. I’ll really need something heavy on the protein but I think you can get away with a pasta or something,” he added then went back to his task.
Of course, the pheromones that Ohvan was leaving all over the place were driving him crazy… But the fact that he’d submitted to Allistair was the only thing keeping him from doing anything worse…
As it was, he could already feel his HellCat stirring under his skin and it pulled a deep growl from him that he couldn’t control. Allistair would recognize that growl easily and know what had to be done; Dev relied on that knowledge to help him keep control of his cats. Admittedly, his slave collar helped a lot with that, but it was mostly Allistair at this point… |
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 11:19 pm
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 12:36 am
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Morrigan
Morrigan was about to respond to Gypsy when Ohvan showed up. She turned to look at their dominant Mate. "Our assailant was a kidnapped family member of a close friend," she started. "She was taken by the demon Gurzil more than two years ago, and we were contracted to rescue her if possible. Due to some unusual circumstances, we thought that she had been killed over a year ago, but it seems that Gurzil faked her death in order to turn her into some sort of wild animal to use against us. We were able to restrain her and put her into a cage to hold her until we can figure out some way to repair her mind." Morrigan was going to say more, but there was suddenly a terrible pain in her chest that would echo through the bond she shared with Ohvan and Gypsy. She gasped and fell against the wall, feeling like someone was currently trying to crush her heart. She couldn't seem to breathe as pain that wasn't her own flooded her body. It took her a moment to recognize this pain as a sign of something happening to Bethany, to realize that she was experiencing the sudden agony of a twin bond breaking in a terrible and violent way.
Ohvan and Gypsy would be able to feel her shock as the realization set in, only for it to instantly be replaced by incredible fury as she was forced to face the horrible truth that her twin was dead. She seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, her wolf howling with rage and trying desperately to escape. All light in the room was extinguished in an instant, the shadows swarming around Morrigan as she pinpointed the exact location where her sister had died and proceeded to step directly into the shadow of her sister's killer.
[Exit]
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 12:54 am
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Gypsy actually gave herself whiplash as she turned to look at Ohvan when he showed up in the room. It turned out that turning that fast could actually cause physical damage. It pulled a soft whimper from her before she could stop the sound.
But she knew she had to answer him and forced her mind to focus on the problem instead of how incredibly good he smelled right now…
“If we kill her, we violate contract,” she said simply then knew she’d have to add a bit more to that. Getting paid wasn’t going to be good enough for him, “And…” she hesitated because she knew that neither of them would like what she was going to say next, “And because I’ve had so many people trying to kill me that my instinctive reaction is to contain them first so that I can find out why they’re trying to kill me. Admittedly, she went after Morrigan instead of me, but instinct is still instinct and I simply reacted. Besides, I knew that Morrigan could keep herself from getting hurt too badly. I did train her, after all,” she explained and hoped that what she said would be enough.
What she didn’t say was that the contract had come from Pandora, the goddess of the Reapers. And she owed Pandora a life debt that hadn’t been repaid yet.
The truth was that Pandora had conned Gypsy into staying alive. If it hadn’t been for the goddess giving her the idea to form the Blades, Gypsy would haven’t have lived more than a week after Gin had set off his blasted toy…
She’d even had it all planned out…
In conning Gypsy to settle Shade’s soul then form up the Blades, Pandora had given her the two people that she’d given her heart to. In short: Gypsy owed Pandora a life debt for giving her Morrigan and Ohvan…
So she kinda had to keep Blade alive long enough to return her to her brother…
There might have been more of an explanation but then Morrigan was reacting to Bethany’s death and it sent Gypsy reeling, actually making her twist around into the wall before she sank to her knees with one hand out to Morrigan as if she could actually stop her from disappearing.
When she could get a breath in, she looked up at Ohvan, “Get her back here!” she gasped out, unable to think past getting Morrigan back. She was terrified of what Morrigan would do in the state she was in right now.
Blade attacking Morrigan was one thing. Blade killing Bethany was another thing entirely. The shock could get Morrigan killed… |
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 12:43 pm
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Allistair
Allistair followed the red-robed servant with a bored expression. When they reached the house that would be theirs for their stay, he allowed Dev to wander the place and do his own thing for a moment while he picked up the note and read it. He shifted his attention to Dev when the shifter mentioned that they would need more towels and to know how sturdy the bed frame was. He chuckled a bit and moved to pull Dev in for a quick kiss. Once he broke the kiss, he grinned and tugged at Dev's leather clothing. "I'm sure that we can get one of the servants to provide more towels for us," he said. "As for the bed frame, I was planning to test it out very soon." He leaned in and playfully bit Dev's neck, knowing that it would only serve to further increase Dev's need. "I was thinking now, actually. I was thinking some simple fun to begin with, maybe cuff you to the bed and have you totally at my mercy while I have my way with you. If the bed's sturdy enough, maybe we can start to enjoy some of our toys. If not, I'm sure I can come up with something that will be able to handle you." He placed a teasing kiss on Dev's neck. "As for the meal afterwards, just leave that to me. I haven't cooked in a while, but you may be surprised by my skills in the kitchen." He pressed Dev one more time by kissing him very properly and then pulling away with a wicked smirk. "But before I can play with you, I'll need the cuffs. Get them for me."
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 9:02 pm
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Needless to say, by the time Allistair mentioned the cuffs, Dev was about ready to burst. He was literally vibrating by the end of the last kiss. He just didn’t notice that he was giving off a deep and low growl with it all.
Still…
He couldn’t help but give a feral grin as he held up ihis hands to reveal the special lined silver-laced cuffs that he couldn’t break held in one hand and the leather knife in the other hand. The leather knife was specially made to cut only leather, which was pretty much the only thing he wore… Well… Aside from his skin… And the marks Allistair gave him… And his fur when he was in feline form… But that was about it…
Of course, that being said… He actually missed the part where Allistair said that he could cook. He kinda went from the mention of the toys straight to the cuffs and missed the bits in between…
He also had the other cuffs already attached to the bed… and the other toys laid out at the foot of the bed…
((Timeskip))
Back at Sanctuary, Gypsy brought them out in the main house then simply gestured Morrigan out to the training building. She knew what the loss meant better than most and knew that only working some of the excess emotions out of her system would help. Besides, Gypsy would always be there when Morrigan simply needed her to hold her.
In the meantime, she threw Blade over one shoulder and carried her out to one of the separate houses and dropped her just inside the doorway. She used her shadows to strip the building of everything but basic bedding then sealed the building off. Blade couldn’t leave and very few would even know that she was there.
When she came out, though, she missed seeing Allistair sitting on the porch of his ‘house’ where Dev was sleeping off some quality fun. Apparently, the bed had needed more reinforcement and he’d been forced to get inventive.
But as a result, Allistair had seen her carry Blade into the house next door to his and Dev’s, then he’d been unable to miss seeing her strip the building down and seal Blade inside…. |
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