”That’s right. I’m a helluva shot with a bow and arrow, if you ever want a friendly competition.” She winked at him, gazing into the flames and having to take a few moments to think as he brought up her going back to the Greatwood. ”I don’t know,” she confessed with a shrug. ”I definitely feel more at home in the forest, but it’s pretty isolated. I know it would be better for my son if he were around people.” Especially given how quickly he’d grown up. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe |
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Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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06-24-2020, 05:21 PM
Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
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06-24-2020, 06:33 PM
"I'm better with my hands," you admit, smirking slightly and leaning back toward the warmth of the fire, your head briefly thrown over your shoulder to look at the woman. "Prefer t'be up close an' personal. But I won't turn down a demonstration, or a lesson." Never too old old to learn new tricks and all that jazz. Not that you expect you could ever be good at it, but hey. If you only did things you were good at you wouldn't do anything at all. Honestly, you're surprised the Fae let any humans live in the Greatwood at all. "Well, this ain't a bad place t'grow up." You had a good enough time of it, at least. Nothing perfect - nowhere is perfect - but better than a sunless world full of tiny winged assholes, you suspect. "Could do a lot worse by him." Like the Grounds. Seriously, fuck that place. You put the names away - Felix and Ashetta - and snort a laugh at the warning about bears. "I'll keep an eye out." Not a common sight in Torchline, to be sure - you're not even sure you've see one before - but that will make it notable. You've begun to collect small rocks and sticks around you, an old habit; now you begin to form them into a makeshift castle of debris. "My boy had magic. Messed with water. Used t'be a right nightmare, splashin' us all constantly an' thinkin' it was fuckin' hilarious." Glancing sidelong at the woman, you once again raise a brow. "Can't imagine wranglin' a bear. 'Specially at sixteen. Sounds like y'got your hands full. His pa help out, at least?" A very subtle way to ask if she's married, Zeph. Smooth as the sand you're sitting on. Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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06-25-2020, 01:52 PM
Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
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06-25-2020, 06:06 PM
"Why wait? I'll show ya mine if you show me yours." It's fun, innocuous teasing you tell yourself, playful banter between two adults who have seen enough of life to understand when to read into things and when to not. And right now you're beginning to feel like there's something to be read, a mutual understanding and interest that you wouldn't lie and say you don't feel. Of course, dead kids and missing husbands are as good a way to derail flirting as there's ever been. You can't remember the last time you said this much about Rayne in one sitting, and more than that, you can't remember the last time it felt easy to bring him up. Painful, sure, but not the gripping agony and uncertainty you usually feel. Maybe its because she has her own kids, or because she's a stranger, or because she genuinely seems to care without the weight of pity. "Six years," you answer quietly, looking at your castle. Six years since your world ended, and even now you're struggling, not sure how to rebuild. But now here's someone else who's doing the same rebuilding, and fuck if it doesn't feel good to know you're not alone. "My wife's been gone for five," you offer nonchalantly. "Sounds like we both wound up with the short end'a the stick in that department." Oh, sure, an argument could be made that you're the lucky ones for being alive, but you're also the ones left behind, picking up the pieces. Turning away from your castle, you offer the bottle back. "Well. If y'ever decide ya want a man around - y'know, fix a leak, scratch an' itch - I am still in yer debt." You linger, body turned toward her, a raised eyebrow and a crooked smirk punctuating the offer. Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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06-25-2020, 07:00 PM
Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
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06-25-2020, 08:55 PM
You take the bottle back without protest, raising it briefly to your lips before setting it into the sand between you. Things have taken a turn back from darkness - or maybe they never were really dark. Maybe it was just the glint of reality to temper expectations to exactly where they were supposed to be, leaving a deeper understanding of what is going on. A frank and open book of trauma, a precursor to other things. A declaration of Hey, maybe things are generally fucked up, so tonight why not be fucked up together? "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." Your eyes linger on the bow of her smile, your own mirrored mostly in the crinkles around your eyes, the expressive tilt of your brow. "Don' see why it couldn' be a mutually beneficial situation." You've never been accused of being greedy. Nor of being shy. To which end you stand again, brushing the sand off your ass before extending a hand to Vai. "Fancy a stroll, Miss Vervain?" you offer, playfulness glittering in your eyes and belying the attempt at serious courtly swagger. Or something. "I happen t'know some'a Torchline's best kept secrets. Hidden corners, as it were, where things are a bit less crowded." Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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06-25-2020, 09:10 PM
Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
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06-26-2020, 12:47 PM
Rusty as you are, it is with no small relief that you find Vai accepting your hand and rising in the sand. The not-quite-there smile blooms into something clearly discernable; you make no attempt to hide an appreciative look over her figure, lingering back upon her face. With an ungainly and unpracticed half-bow you gesture for her to follow, beginning to pick a path away from the bonfires and down the beach. Her threat makes you pause a moment, glancing back with an eyebrow raised. "That a challenge?" you fire back, adjusting your pace to slip an arm around the woman's waist. She's nearly your height, all strong lines and sharp laughter - a far cry from your usual type, but you find her fucking captivating. "You really think so little'a me? That I'm some common thief? I'm hurt." Of course even as you make this protest your hand is slipping down her hip, under the pretense of exploring her curves but actually searching for pockets. If you're able to lift some small trinket with deft fingers it'll be good for a laugh; if all you end up with is a handful of ass, hey, you ain't complaining. Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
Played by: shark
Change author: Posts: 680 | Total: 4,577 MP: 2580 "Somethin' tells me y'aint much'a one for caution." You lean in as you say the last word, almost a growl in her ear. You can smell her, an earthy, woodsy musk that's both into intoxicating and unfamiliar, and all the more exciting for it. You're behaving like a damn teenager, you know, already feeling the heat in your pants, hand lingering on the curve of her ass as you slip the arrowhead into your palm- but fuck if it isn't fun. As for what you do? "You, hopefully." The words come out against her neck before you can stop them, accompanied by a sudden bashful grin. Fucking smooth, Cassanova. Drawing back from her a little you shrug, color still bright on your cheeks. "But when I don't have gorgeous, mysterious strangers to entertain I work out on the docks. Movin' goods an' the like." It explains your tan skin, your rough hands, your muscular build. "And maybe a little bit a thievin'. When the urge strikes." winking you produce the arrowhead - not a very impressive find, but it gets your point across. You're trying to amuse her, maybe rile her up a bit. You wouldn't say no to a wrestling match. You have a feeling you'd both come out on top. Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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06-26-2020, 08:50 PM
Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
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06-26-2020, 10:17 PM
There is no resistance when she pulls you closer, her fingers tucking into your waistband and your cock twitching enthusiastically at the proximity of her hands. Whatever opportunity you had to evade is long since gone, and whatever desire you may have had to escape gone far before. "One way t'find out," you growl in response, reaching up to cup the back of her neck as she leans in for a kiss. You might have played coy, but neither your brain nor your body possess the self restraint to do so. Instead you give her a taste of your hunger, wasting no time in pressing your tongue searchingly to her lips. Your right hand stays where it is on her nape; your left reaches out to grab her hip and pull it toward you, to close the distance between your bodies and show her just how eager you are to engage in adult activities, crowds be damned. Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
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06-26-2020, 11:14 PM
Smuggler✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 42 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 5 - Strg: 25 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 26 - Luck: 10 - Int: KI - Regular - Panther Chamelon
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06-27-2020, 05:11 PM
It's easy for her to find her way beneath your cotton shirt. A shiver of pleasure dances up your spine at the contact; you deepen your assault on her mouth, growling appreciatively at the sensation of her hips against your stiffening cock. Your fingers tighten in her hair as your other hand searches for her skin, desperate to cup that ass. Gods, you could fucking eat her up right here on the sand. The crowds, the watchers, you don't give a shit. You're a teenager all over again, but with the experienced confidence of an adult. A truly delicious combination. So what keeps you from throwing her onto the ground? The simple fact that you have, in fact, fucked on the beach before- and that sand does get in some very unfortunate places if you aren't careful. Trailing kisses down her neck you grumble agreement against her skin. "There's trees nearby. Grass. If you can wait that long." The real problem with this plan is that you're just not sure if you'll be able to move far enough away from her curves to successfully walk that far. Zephyr you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches | ||||||
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