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Niwlen / Re: A Certain Type of Ass
« Last post by Emory Ardelia on Today at 12:13:12 PM »
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”Of course.” Emory agreed with sarcasm. Doubting very much those lips had ever done anything respectful. Not the sort of thought she was commonly given to, startling herself by having it. Left foot shifting its balance from heel to toe she shrugged lightly. Caleb was more than capable of defending himself, and in a better position to do it than she was. ”He’s been called better by people with worse intents; and vice versa.”

An unusual name, she thought. ”Prince Keen, then.” She compromised. Well versed in the games of subtle give and take. The sort of thing a girl learned young with warlord princes for brothers. He had come in closer now. Resting on the horse’s rump. Calm as anything with that terrible grin on his face.

”It, um, gets the job done.” She answered, finding her usual tenacity harder to command. It was the prince, she decide. All cock sure and crowding. Not the way boys usually behaved. Not towards Emory. He hadn’t stuttered once!

Then again, there didn’t seem much of the boy left in him did there?

Blue eyes flicking under her lashes as they swept him again. No. Not much boy left at all. Maybe the tiniest bit, there in the corner of his smirk. Attention flitting from one part of his face to another as he dismissed the question. Winking at her even! What did that mean? For a flash of a second her eyes widened. Did he like it then? Whatever his probes had found.

They did sometimes. Like what they found under the shell of her castes. That hint of vulnerability girls couldn’t quite mask. Men like Prince Prentice that got all droopy eyed at her virginity. Her chin lifted as if he had made some sort of challenge. Even if his eyes didn’t get dusky. He distracted her again.

Bottom lip vanishing between her teeth Emory almost accepted the invitation. The Black Widow in her was always eager to have a little look. Tempting, tempting. A second too late to pretend she hadn’t considered it, Emory shook her head. ”I know what I need to know about you, prince.” Or at least she thought so.

Naive of him, she also thought, even if his Descent was darker. She touched at her own Opal again. Not quite the Green she had hoped for. Enough, though. She would make it be enough.

Face turning towards the horse she laid a hand on the short fur defensively. ”He’s not grumpy! He just knows what he likes, and what he doesn’t like.” Her fingertips scratched at the hide, dirt working under her nails. ”I’m not sure what they feed him. Probably the same all the rest of the horses get.” He wasn’t her horse, after all. Not even a favorite if she were honest. His back to broad for comfortable riding. Not that Emory got to do much of that.
The Waoud Lands / Re: In the realm of shadows.
« Last post by Enele on Today at 11:32:56 AM »

”How could I?” Enele defended. ”I didn’t know what you didn’t know.” Pouting like a whipped pup. Of course all the blame fell on his head! Never mind the years of precedent set by her parents and brother. Why shouldn’t it be his fault? According to Nyree the nightmares were death memories and he had been the one that killed her.

If she had known, though, would she have told him? He swept her with hard eyes. Knowing the answer was likely no. If she was this ashamed, this upset with the knowledge... Why would she have shared. All Enele knew was the surface Nyree. The bits she wanted him to see. There had been no good options then. There were even less now. It would only upset her more to fling accusations in self defense.

Fine. If she needed him to be the villain then he would suffer the blame. Maybe that was part of being in love. For Nyree’s sake he swallowed the hurt. Enticed by the way her shoulders rounded. Like a wolf picking the weakest of the herd he sensed her wanting to ease into his waiting hands. So close. Nearly, nearly. At the last second, when he thought it would be alright after all, she tensed again.

Elbows sharp blockades to keep him from snuggling her close. That would have been punishment enough but she choked on a sob not a second later. Peeled at his soul. Both brows skipping up in surprise he shook his head. ”That’s not what I meant!”

It had been what he said though! Stupid, insensitive Enele. Something prickled at the corners of his psyche. Whispered through barriers that were already loose and inviting. He had other things on his mind, it would have to wait. All petting and soft words. ”I shouldn’t have said fixed. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She was slipping away from his hands, though. And the thread had started to tap. Persistent. Insistent. tap, tap, tap Stronger, even at this distance, than his Opal could keep out. ”Bee, listen to me. You’re not broken-” tap, tap, tap He swatted at his own temple. ”I should have said helped. Please, look at me.”

tap, tap, tap

”Dammit! What do you want?” He hissed aloud and along the thread. Wilting immediately in apology. Listening to the summons while his chest clenched and tore.

He reached for Nyree again. Shifting to the edge of her bed so his boots were on the floor. Sidling up behind her. Attention torn between two queens. ”Bee...” Hadn’t he told her? Warned her a thousand times. He’d only hurt her. ”Please don’t cry.” Especially there, on the inside, where he wasn’t allowed. Couldn’t help.

Niwlen / Re: A Certain Type of Ass
« Last post by Keen Hawthorne on Today at 06:29:44 AM »

”No, I suppose he ain’t.” Seemed he ought be, though, with a territory to run. Keen always figured that sort of business was left to the wizened. ”It’s meant respectfully, of course.” The cant of his lips suggested not, but those were almost kissing fetlock. Maybe half so. He was Dena Nehele’s old man.

”Keen works too, your ladyship.” It was his turn to lean. Elbow propped over an equine hip, hand catching a swishing tail as Keen watched her link fingers around her Jewel. Oh, she said, which made him grin. Acted as if she’d stolen the thing, or he was about to. But she was a priestess, maybe she had.

”Yes, oh.” He taunted. ”It suits.” It did too, in its pretty silver setting. A pretty Jewel for a pretty girl. His own lived beneath his shirt, in the same setting it had been given in. Nothing much to his taste, but he’d never had much interest in jewelry so what did he know. Hell, he’d worn his Summer-sky on a string until he’d grown into the ring it had been set it.

It still fit, too, on his smallest finger.

There was a bit of sass under his probes. Emotions too distant for him to recognize. Or too deep for him to know. But her Jewel didn’t feel too new. She felt right comfortable and confident under his prodding. Keen smirked.

”Oh some. Just a passing curiosity.” A wolf’s smile when its wiggled in among the sheep. He winked at her, not at all ashamed for being found, or called, out. ”You can have a go too, if you’d like.” He’d even soften the outer most barrier for her. Seemed polite enough. Not that there was ever much floating about there of interest. Nothing that couldn’t be read on his face anyway.

Belatedly, Keen let go of the tail, which gave one last offended twitch before stilling. No more trying to slap him in the face like a fly. Chuckling he slapped dust from the rump he leaned on.

”Never met a grumpier plow horse in all my days. What are you feeding him?” It had to be her fault of course. This Emory. It always was girls cooking up mischief with the horses.

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Applications in Progress / Re: Dagnino, Lilith
« Last post by The Darkness on Yesterday at 10:17:00 PM »
The Darkness has granted you...
Purple Dusk
Cut 81
Cut 72

As requested, TWO family rolls:
1: Opal to Sapphire
2: Opal to Red
The Waoud Lands / Re: In the realm of shadows.
« Last post by Nyree on Yesterday at 10:15:26 PM »

Always laughing at her. Smirking and grinning. Mocking her seriousness. Making light of the things that weighed heavy on her. Eyes and hands itching to get at her flesh. Nyree could see it. A flash of teeth. Promise. Threat.

Trying to soothe her but it was all wrong.

”You should have said then!” Told her what she was doing with her craft while she dreamed. Inflicting nightmares while struggling with her own. Instead they had debated whether she had truly died. Enele didn’t believe either. But how could he. Wouldn’t that make him her murderer? And then what had the done? Had sex. Sweeping it all away with pleasure.

Like he wanted to do now. A gleam in his eyes. Tongue wetting his lips, racing away with. Full of ideas and excuses. Hands settling on her hips. Ready to sweep it all away again. Make her forget. Take away the pay she had brought upon those she loved. But she had hurt them all! And stopping her once hadn’t stopped all the other times.

She almost considered it. A black widow to untangle whatever knot was inside her. To right whatever had gone wrong to make her hurt people. Nyree didn’t want to hurt people. Shoulders softening. Body almost relaxing into his fingers.

But. But! He had said she was fine the way she was. Not to change. That she was good. And whole. And what he wanted. Except now.

Nyree remembered how wrong he had said it all was. How hard he had fought against her. Against being with her. And now he was so eager to fix her. Like she had always been broken. Like she was broken. Sighing, she pulled her collar close. Tucking her elbows in tight.

”Fix me right up.” Mirthless laughter that broke on a hastily swallowed sob. They had all been right. There was something wrong with her. And Enele thought so too. And he’d lied to her. About her. Lied! Nyree couldn’t grasp the why of it. Of any of it! Felt something flash along her consciousness. Skin tightening.

”You said... you said...” She couldn’t get the words out. The tears were frozen behind her lashes. Eyes wet. But not a single one fell. As caught as the breath in her lungs. Choked. Strangled. Lied. He’d lied. She shouldn’t have listened. She was bad. Bad and broken. She should have never believed him.

Believed that maybe she wasn’t. Or that maybe Enele thought she wasn’t.

”I guess you changed your mind. I am broken, and you do want me fixed.” Nyree smiled. Bitter defeat. If this was love, she wanted no part of it. Head tipped back, Nyree breathed in. As much air as she could hold. Not enough. Scrubbing her face, Nyree twisted, hip sinking into the bed, away from his clutching hands.

This had all been a very big mistake.

She had been a very big mistake after all.

”I think...” Away, away. Darkness clouded her vision. Crowded in on her. Always the dark. Stealing everything from her. Turning her into a monster.

Applications in Progress / Re: Dagnino, Lilith
« Last post by Musik on Yesterday at 07:43:43 PM »
standard roll and 2 family rolls, please?
Applications in Progress / Dagnino, Lilith
« Last post by Musik on Yesterday at 07:43:06 PM »
Lilith Dagnino

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The Waoud Lands / Re: In the realm of shadows.
« Last post by Enele on Yesterday at 04:46:47 PM »

”No.” Enele reeled, mind flailing as he tried to make her understand. ”It’s not you. Not any more than it would be my fault if I elbowed you in the nose turning over in my sleep.”

Empty hands. She had flinched away from his touch. Not that he blamed her any. This was not the sort of thing he was good at. The opportunity to displace a bit of the blame came, and he snatched at it desperately. If she had to be mad, he wanted her to be mad at anyone but himself. ”I didn’t know you didn’t know! I didn’t know it was more than just nightmares that scared you until... recently.”

He tried hard to keep the gravity of the atmosphere. Not to smirk at even that vague mention of sex. But Nyree sex was the sort of thing that always made him smile. He couldn’t help it. Batted blue eyes at her in apology for his boyishness. Then trudged on.

”I guess they didn’t want you to worry. I can’t say. It wasn’t my decision not to tell you. And I did stop you, when it happened for Hauhake.” Wetting his lip he tried reaching for her again. ”If you wanted, though, I’m sure someone could help. Io or maybe a more dedicated Black Widow. They might know what to do.”

And if she opened up her barriers for them! Well. Maybe he stood a chance then. Maybe he could be more than shiny toy she pined for because it would feel good. They could be together, together. He could show her the rawest sort of pleasure.

It made his hands greedy. Grabby. Her hips the perfect spot to settle restless fingers. He was excited. Too excited. Eyes wide in a grin that he barely kept his lips from matching. Mind racing with all the reasons he should convince her to do it. ”Is that what you want? I’ll find someone good. The best. They’ll fix you right up.”

The Waoud Lands / Re: In the realm of shadows.
« Last post by Nyree on Yesterday at 02:49:22 PM »

Nyree turned into his kiss. Seeking comfort she couldn't find. Trying to keep him in sight. This wasn't right, any of it. Not her Enele. A different Enele she didn't know or understand. Nyree was half tempted to test his barriers, to try her probes against whatever strange thing had taken him over. But she did not. She might have to open her own.

Didn't want to.

"Not nothing," she argued. Half listening. Skin flinching away from the petting. She didn't want fussed at or over or placated! She wanted the truth. Except Nyree didn't. Not really. The truth was painful and hard. Not things she wanted to know. Not things she wanted to do.

But it was something she died, no matter how prettily Enele lied. Craft.

"My craft." She murmured. Trying to find this craft. This knowledge. What was she doing? More importantly, what was she doing to her brother who had only one barrier to protect his chalice? To Enele? She'd always thought the headaches were from the screaming. So long, and loud her throat hurt come morning, leaving her hoarse.

Lips lowers, eyes flicking beneath them. Nyree searched. Found no craft. No knowledge. Glanced up at the way he curled in on himself. Defeated. Defensive. Did he think she would hurt him now? Was that why they always tried to keep her from getting upset?

Was that the secret, real, reason she had learned to eat her own feelings? Cut them up and swallow them down in a pit so she did not feel them. So others did not feel them. Did they all know that there was a monster inside her? Waiting to crack open their barriers and.. do what, to their chalices?

"If it's my craft, then it's me doing it, Enele. Me." No matter what he said or how prettily he painted it. "Why didn't anyone tell me? Or stop me?" Nyree shuddered. Her insides all opened up and empty. Monster Nyree. No good, useless Nyree. "Why didn't I know?" Could she really blame them? It was her own craft. She did it! With her Tiger Eye. With her Yellow.

Sick. Sick. Sick.

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