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Amalia Chandrakant
the Shield of Safrin
Hand of the Queen / Baker
Portal Guardian
Age: 22 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural
Level: 12 - Strg: 34 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 34
JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Aftershocks and afterglow: she is awash in both, her body vibrating, her face alight, the flush of her cheeks a radiant ruby as she basks in the final waves of her release. Each kiss he gives is a fiery reminder, a static shock, a promise. Head thrown back and eyes pulled closed, she purrs against his gentle ministrations, all the tension of her body washed away in the bath.

By the time he reaches her nape her hands have returned to his strong face, cupping cheeks and caressing hair in an abundance of ardor. The mouth on her ear elicits another gasp, one that is swiftly swallowed by his lips. Toes curling as her body ignites again, Amalia accept the kisses greedily, her fingers gripping among the locks of hair as she presses back, needing and wanting more.

He lifts her up into his lap, and though she shifts her hips to help she does not release her hold upon him, body following and pressing against his. She is soft curves and hard angles yet she fits against him as though she were made for it, legs wrapping comfortably around his waist, arms slipping tightly over his shoulders, mouth buried into the crook of his neck. She can feel him between them, his desire for her: it lights an even brighter fire, inspires a hunger only be can quell.

Lips trace hungrily to his ear, pulling the lobe gently between her teeth. "What do you want, my Deimos?" The heat of her breath trails up the shell of it; her hips press suggestively against his own, intentions clear in the warmth of her groin.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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DEIMOS
Carnal impressions, feral interludes, not a cataclysm but a portending herald, a rapacious edge still lingering between unwavering caresses and ardor. He was still ignited, still emboldened, wild tracings for her, across her, in slow, leisurely scrawls, no less when she began to return the favor. A subtle, rumbling purr resounded and ricocheted from the mighty plains of his chest, as her hands entangled into wild locks, pressed against his cheeks – compelling, demanding, enticing, and everywhere else in between. A breathless shudder crooned and fumed, spoken and given oaths on the contorted sighs, plumes of passion and desire, swallowing down on her gasps, taking them all for himself. If it was greedy, he didn’t shy away from the flaws or defects. If it was seditious, he didn’t recoil from the irreverence. He would take and give for as long as she permitted, allowed him to devour.

But it was a mutual conflagration as she fit her form amongst and amidst his. Muscles emitted a wealth of shudders and shivers where they wrapped and touched and stoked, reaching for softness, for hardened angles, for everything. His hands slid down, cupping around ribs, skimming along her spine, any other machinations, calculations, or Machiavellian contributions entirely gone. His mind was full of her and her alone, instinctual, inherent movements and motions, fervency pressing, desire rising, wanting and craving, yearning and longing. A moan passed over his lips, rushed out of his mouth, as hers hastened along his neck, another tremble and contortion in his figure.

The beast bowed his head to continue ministrations against the shell of her ear, teeth and tongue imploring, tugging, teasing, laughing when she did the same. A portion of him wanted to continue his taunting onslaught, never too far away from mischief, but she moved against him, and his breath hitched; the avaricious edges growling, persistent, pursuing. “You,” was just a mere whisper, outlined along her ear, on the fringes of her neck, the answer always the same. His hands sketched down towards her hips, then towards his groin – only to contort and create a protective sheath – before they returned to her softness; an arch, a lift in his hips, his intentions explicit, succinct.
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Amalia Chandrakant
the Shield of Safrin
Hand of the Queen / Baker
Portal Guardian
Age: 22 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural
Level: 12 - Strg: 34 - Dext: 34 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 34
JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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AmaLIa
shield of safrin
He finds the shell of her ear again, causing her to shudder in wild delight, eyes falling closed, a smile on her lips. You - the only desire, the only demand, sending shivers down her spine. Doesn't he know he could have anything, anyone, could entice and cajole and take and demand? That she would give him the world if he asked it, so long as he kept the fire lit within her soul.

"I'm yours," she whispers, sings, attests, an aria of promise in her alto tone. "All yours. And you're mine."

And then the union, her body already slick and eager, her hips sliding down to accept him with a gasp and a moan. Clawed fingers bite into his shoulders; the lilac in her hair is wild and alive, harmless flame blossoming like a Halo on her head. There is no release of his body as she starts to move; she tucks her face into his nape, rising and falling upon his length, skin on skin on skin. Slowly, at first, to ignite his desire, every beat of her heart a hymn: yours and yours and yours.
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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Militia General of the Hollowed Grounds / Guildmaster

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 8 - Strg: 29 - Dext: 28 - Endr: 33 - Luck: 28
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The Reaper already had his world domination days, where he and his comrades, his allies, spread their vengeance from spirals of summits and chilling draughts. He’d already had his war-torn vehemence soaked in his flesh, in his bones, in his marrow, there until his last breath, incapable of being erased. He’d already had chance after chance, opportunity after opportunity, to remain as a detached, forlorn soul, walking the earth with his blood-soaked, stained, and tainted entity. He’d already had instances of absolute nothingness, where the melancholy, anguished reaches stuck like thorns, like nettles, like scars, like nooses, carrying them across his back, along his neck, until he could no longer forge on. He’d already had instances of love, fleeting and gone, because he hadn’t deserved any more than that – a touch, a fragment, a taste, before even the rain could no longer stay with him.

But here and now, he was allowed, permitted, to grasp those entanglements of ardor, devotion, and passion again – sizzling on his tongue, smoldering in his lungs, grasping and clenching at his heart. He would not ask for more than she was willing to give; but it would never be the earth, the moon, or the stars. She was more than enough.

Eyes slid to hooded affects, a hitch in his breath at her proclamation, something he’d known, always known, between their whispered anthems and solidified vows. But to hear it again almost undid him, along his ribs, within his chest. “Yours,” a grumble, his mouth dipping along her jaw, scalding, smoldering, lips following angles, dropping along her nape. “Mine,” a recitation, a refrain, as if his mind could do nothing else than echo the same convictions.

Then there was nothing but them; her fingers digging into his shoulder as she slid down upon him, a feral growl emitted from the ethers of his figure, alive and emboldened, while they both started to move, a cadence, a rhythm in the roll of hips and the feverish plunge of bodies. The fact that she began slower, a steady build instead of familiar impulsivity and impatience, caused a laugh to erupt, his teeth intending to skim along her throat while they conducted a rising opus, flame, and magnitude. No need to ignite, provoke, or kindle his desire; it was there, following, molding, contorting, coiling with hers, hands gripping her hips, pulling, deeper and deeper still, moans and pants no longer so hushed, the heated savoring reverberating, devouring, consuming.
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