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			<title><![CDATA[A search of Chaotic requests. (FxF FutaxF MxF Plays males too.)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 04:02:11 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Hello everyone, I am Eternally Chaotic, and I am here for your requests! I am sorry if this doesn't look pretty or awesome like so many peoples. I am bad at doing request threads. So I am just going to jump into it! This is mainly just for what I am craving and plots I have for anyone to do with.<br />
<br />
My rules!<br />
♣ First off I would like to say, I would like to say I like to have my rp's at very least 1+ paragraphs. I can get descriptive, and write a lot if I really get excited and into a rp. I do like quality so please give me something I can write to.<br />
♣ I like to use anime pictures of appearances and inspiration, while I don't require you to, I do enjoy it.<br />
♣ At times I can be very, very, very picky so im sorry if you get me in a Picky mood. &gt;&gt;<br />
♣ Ok, BIG, BIG RULE. If this thread does not have a bump from me in the last three day. PLEASE! PLEASE! Do not message me about it!<br />
♣ Please pm me all requests, I donno how active I will be bumping or looking at this. I likely will ignore any and all posts.<br />
♣ For Futa X Female, Female X Female, I am a dom or Sub, and both can range from the sadistic evil dom, to the Flirty kind dom, or The Naive innocent sub, to the bitchy sub that fights you constantly. For Male (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>) X Female I am dom strictly; I cannot bring myself to be a sub male. Male X Female (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>) I am strictly a sub, and I dislike wussy men, im sorry if I do not feel that your character is a man I will tell you and that doesn't mean you have to be the douche, just like a man. <br />
♣ I like Plot more then smut, so your more likely to get me with a plot idea then a smut unless I am in the mood.<br />
<br />
Gender pairings info.<br />
♦ Futa X Female - I love, it is just yum.<br />
♦ Female X Female - I love it. :"3<br />
♦ Male X Female (me) - Ok boys, with men I am a bit picky. Please come at me with a actual idea. I have had very bad luck with boys for rping. -.-<br />
♦ Male (Me) X Female - I am quite good at playing males, so if you would like to have a rp like that fine by me. ^.^<br />
<br />
<br />
Current cravings: A Naruto, Pokemon or Fairy Tail rp.<br />
<br />
The ♥ means how much I like, the more ♥ more I favor, the max is five ♥.<br />
<br />
The <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bold</span> is what I like to play.<br />
<br />
Themes<br />
Medieval Fantasy<br />
Modern <br />
Modern Fantasy<br />
School setting<br />
Mansion setting<br />
Rich life style<br />
Scifi<br />
Rebellion<br />
War<br />
Slave &amp; Master (Pet &amp; Master, Owner &amp; Master)<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;">Fandom </span><br />
Naruto<br />
Bleach<br />
One Piece<br />
Fairy tail<br />
M.A.R<br />
Code Geass<br />
The God Of Highschool<br />
Sword art Online<br />
Mahou Sensai Negima!<br />
Soul Eater<br />
There are quite a bit more just ask if I know it and I will tell.<br />
<br />
Inspirational rp Pictures.<br />
<br />
Will be added soon.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Hello everyone, I am Eternally Chaotic, and I am here for your requests! I am sorry if this doesn't look pretty or awesome like so many peoples. I am bad at doing request threads. So I am just going to jump into it! This is mainly just for what I am craving and plots I have for anyone to do with.<br />
<br />
My rules!<br />
♣ First off I would like to say, I would like to say I like to have my rp's at very least 1+ paragraphs. I can get descriptive, and write a lot if I really get excited and into a rp. I do like quality so please give me something I can write to.<br />
♣ I like to use anime pictures of appearances and inspiration, while I don't require you to, I do enjoy it.<br />
♣ At times I can be very, very, very picky so im sorry if you get me in a Picky mood. &gt;&gt;<br />
♣ Ok, BIG, BIG RULE. If this thread does not have a bump from me in the last three day. PLEASE! PLEASE! Do not message me about it!<br />
♣ Please pm me all requests, I donno how active I will be bumping or looking at this. I likely will ignore any and all posts.<br />
♣ For Futa X Female, Female X Female, I am a dom or Sub, and both can range from the sadistic evil dom, to the Flirty kind dom, or The Naive innocent sub, to the bitchy sub that fights you constantly. For Male (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>) X Female I am dom strictly; I cannot bring myself to be a sub male. Male X Female (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>) I am strictly a sub, and I dislike wussy men, im sorry if I do not feel that your character is a man I will tell you and that doesn't mean you have to be the douche, just like a man. <br />
♣ I like Plot more then smut, so your more likely to get me with a plot idea then a smut unless I am in the mood.<br />
<br />
Gender pairings info.<br />
♦ Futa X Female - I love, it is just yum.<br />
♦ Female X Female - I love it. :"3<br />
♦ Male X Female (me) - Ok boys, with men I am a bit picky. Please come at me with a actual idea. I have had very bad luck with boys for rping. -.-<br />
♦ Male (Me) X Female - I am quite good at playing males, so if you would like to have a rp like that fine by me. ^.^<br />
<br />
<br />
Current cravings: A Naruto, Pokemon or Fairy Tail rp.<br />
<br />
The ♥ means how much I like, the more ♥ more I favor, the max is five ♥.<br />
<br />
The <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bold</span> is what I like to play.<br />
<br />
Themes<br />
Medieval Fantasy<br />
Modern <br />
Modern Fantasy<br />
School setting<br />
Mansion setting<br />
Rich life style<br />
Scifi<br />
Rebellion<br />
War<br />
Slave &amp; Master (Pet &amp; Master, Owner &amp; Master)<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;">Fandom </span><br />
Naruto<br />
Bleach<br />
One Piece<br />
Fairy tail<br />
M.A.R<br />
Code Geass<br />
The God Of Highschool<br />
Sword art Online<br />
Mahou Sensai Negima!<br />
Soul Eater<br />
There are quite a bit more just ask if I know it and I will tell.<br />
<br />
Inspirational rp Pictures.<br />
<br />
Will be added soon.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[A Family Kind Of Love [Conner Knight and Alexisstar]]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 01:08:18 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Conner sat at the desk in his bedroom, working on a paper for his college class in two weeks. His dark brown hair was cut short, his piercing blue eyes staring intently at his computer screen as his fingers flew across the keyboard. He shifted in his chair, his faded blue jeans rustling slightly as he yawned, his eyes closing for a moment. He glanced over at the clock next to his bed and smiled slightly, seeing what time it was. His baby sister would be getting home from school soon and he hadn't seen her since he had gone to college.<br />
<br />
He quickly grabbed his black t-shirt and pulled it on, running downstairs to the living room, where he placed a small red velvet box on the coffee table. He placed a car key inside it the went to the hall closet, hiding inside as he waited for Alexis to arrive home.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Conner sat at the desk in his bedroom, working on a paper for his college class in two weeks. His dark brown hair was cut short, his piercing blue eyes staring intently at his computer screen as his fingers flew across the keyboard. He shifted in his chair, his faded blue jeans rustling slightly as he yawned, his eyes closing for a moment. He glanced over at the clock next to his bed and smiled slightly, seeing what time it was. His baby sister would be getting home from school soon and he hadn't seen her since he had gone to college.<br />
<br />
He quickly grabbed his black t-shirt and pulled it on, running downstairs to the living room, where he placed a small red velvet box on the coffee table. He placed a car key inside it the went to the hall closet, hiding inside as he waited for Alexis to arrive home.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sorceress In the Tower]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 00:39:48 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[The broad and lavish gates loomed in front of the sorceress and her small entourage.  The dark haired beauty sat with a regel stance on her horse.  The creature was a lovely thing that was white with a stark black mane and tail.  Both were braided with ribbons of various colors and flowers.  Dianna, too, had adornments in her hair.  Blue feathers cascaded the side of her face, falling along the deep brown waves that curled into a side tail.  Two strands fell from the back a bright cerulean blue.  The sorceress's eyes matched the color and shone just as vibrant.  She was at the head of the group and held her nose high toward the palace gates. <br />
<br />
They slowly opened. <br />
<br />
Behind her stood only a small group from her own kingdom.  Four guards, a schalor, and her nursemaid who had traveled with her since she was a babe.  They whispered amongst each other, but Dianna didn't pay attention.  She never listened to their rumors.  Humans were such silly things; they heard one whisper and assumed to know everything.  Dianna's mind never worked that way. <br />
<br />
The gates open, Dianna nudged her horse forward.  Her people followed.  They were greeted by guards in silver and navy armored robes.  They carried large lances with curved blades and broad swords were strapped to their hips.  Dianna had to marvel at the extreme talent to create such pieces of art.  She could smell the magic dripping from the metal.  <br />
<br />
Dianna and her followers were lead to the throne room, their horses put in the stables and luggage taken.  <br />
<br />
Before entering, she gave her name to a little man with a funny hat.  He blew a horn and announced loudly to the throne room, "Sorceress Dianna Bells, of Kingdom Easteria."  <br />
<br />
Dianna descended gold and silver steps.  The room itself was decorated in wild swirls and floral patterns that made Dianna dizzy.  She took it all in as she approached.  A man sat on the throne, but no woman sat beside him.  Widower, then, because Dianna could see the children lined on the side of the dias where the throne sat.  There were many of them, the first several girls.  The last was a boy, no older than eleven.   Dianna's eyes lingered on the woman in front.  She didn't wear a dress and the sorceress found herself fancying the woman's form underneath men's attire.  <br />
<br />
She pulled her gaze away and curtsied low for the king.  Her dress was a deep blue, kissed in gems of pearls wrapped in silver.  It clung to her figure, revealing delicate curves and a modest chest.  <br />
<br />
"Rise," the king said in a voice like an organ.  "Welcome, Sorceress.  Stories of you have traveled far and wide.  What brings you to my humble kingdom?"  <br />
<br />
"I've yet to visit such a rich culture," Dianna said, her voice heavy with an accent.  "My goal is to see all the world, good king, not just pieces of it."  <br />
<br />
"An admirable goal," the king said with a nod.  He rubbed his beard, which was dark but sprinkled with white.  "I am King Thyon.  These are my children."  He gestured for the first born to come forward.  "Introduce yourself, lassy."  <br />
<br />
Dianna curtsied for the woman as she approached, but didn't take her eyes off her.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The broad and lavish gates loomed in front of the sorceress and her small entourage.  The dark haired beauty sat with a regel stance on her horse.  The creature was a lovely thing that was white with a stark black mane and tail.  Both were braided with ribbons of various colors and flowers.  Dianna, too, had adornments in her hair.  Blue feathers cascaded the side of her face, falling along the deep brown waves that curled into a side tail.  Two strands fell from the back a bright cerulean blue.  The sorceress's eyes matched the color and shone just as vibrant.  She was at the head of the group and held her nose high toward the palace gates. <br />
<br />
They slowly opened. <br />
<br />
Behind her stood only a small group from her own kingdom.  Four guards, a schalor, and her nursemaid who had traveled with her since she was a babe.  They whispered amongst each other, but Dianna didn't pay attention.  She never listened to their rumors.  Humans were such silly things; they heard one whisper and assumed to know everything.  Dianna's mind never worked that way. <br />
<br />
The gates open, Dianna nudged her horse forward.  Her people followed.  They were greeted by guards in silver and navy armored robes.  They carried large lances with curved blades and broad swords were strapped to their hips.  Dianna had to marvel at the extreme talent to create such pieces of art.  She could smell the magic dripping from the metal.  <br />
<br />
Dianna and her followers were lead to the throne room, their horses put in the stables and luggage taken.  <br />
<br />
Before entering, she gave her name to a little man with a funny hat.  He blew a horn and announced loudly to the throne room, "Sorceress Dianna Bells, of Kingdom Easteria."  <br />
<br />
Dianna descended gold and silver steps.  The room itself was decorated in wild swirls and floral patterns that made Dianna dizzy.  She took it all in as she approached.  A man sat on the throne, but no woman sat beside him.  Widower, then, because Dianna could see the children lined on the side of the dias where the throne sat.  There were many of them, the first several girls.  The last was a boy, no older than eleven.   Dianna's eyes lingered on the woman in front.  She didn't wear a dress and the sorceress found herself fancying the woman's form underneath men's attire.  <br />
<br />
She pulled her gaze away and curtsied low for the king.  Her dress was a deep blue, kissed in gems of pearls wrapped in silver.  It clung to her figure, revealing delicate curves and a modest chest.  <br />
<br />
"Rise," the king said in a voice like an organ.  "Welcome, Sorceress.  Stories of you have traveled far and wide.  What brings you to my humble kingdom?"  <br />
<br />
"I've yet to visit such a rich culture," Dianna said, her voice heavy with an accent.  "My goal is to see all the world, good king, not just pieces of it."  <br />
<br />
"An admirable goal," the king said with a nod.  He rubbed his beard, which was dark but sprinkled with white.  "I am King Thyon.  These are my children."  He gestured for the first born to come forward.  "Introduce yourself, lassy."  <br />
<br />
Dianna curtsied for the woman as she approached, but didn't take her eyes off her.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[His Houseguest the Trickster (Dr Crane and MBW)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 23:41:08 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Tony was tired of endless and pointless meetings that seemed to be almost identical in their content.  After all how many times could you listen to people bitch about their lives being saved before it just became irritating?  How fucking ungrateful can you get to blame those who fought to protect you for the damages incurred?  Seriously, because he choose for the Chitari to attack New York City...because he purposely made them blow up buildings and roads and litter their disgusting bodies all over the place...because he sent a nuclear bomb to kill everyone.  Oh wait, he didn't do any of those things.  No he saved thousands of lives, probably more if you figure they would've spread beyond Manhattan Island if left unattended and oh yeah...FUCKING DIED FOR A COUPLE MINUTES!  But yes let's send Tony Stark bill.  Well, figuratively at least since they wanted S.H.I.E.L.D. and associates to pay for the damages.<br />
<br />
He could only assumed this latest meeting would be no different and he would make his normal smartass remarks to entertain himself.  He was rather frustrated that the meeting was at 8am and at -his- home but that meant that he could at least get a decent cup of joe to start it off.<br />
<br />
That morning Tony was sulking at the head of the long table in the formal dining room that Pepper had decorated with stupid flowered china and a schmancy chandelier that looked like it cost too much.  The whole damn family was there with the exception of the golden god and one-eye himself, who he was assured was coming.  He rested his chin upon his arms which were crossed on the table giving everyone a resentful glare.  How dare someone take the last cup of his favorite coffee?!  Now he had to deal with whining, ungrateful, pathetic people with no caffeine could this day get any worse?<br />
<br />
Everyone was talking amongst themselves about what they'd been up to since the last meeting, making small talk until the meeting started.  Tony thought it was just noise and only made the small quip whenever possible.  There was a sudden silence that actually made his head raise to peak around the crowd blocking the entrance.  Through the mess he could see the tall statue that was Thor and beside him...was no other than the trickster Loki himself.  "Well I guess it can get much worse..." he muttered to himself.<br />
<br />
In truth he was trying to control the dread that he felt as he watched the man who threw him through a window, caused a disaster, and nearly caused him to die when he pushed the nuke through the portal.  Tony could feel the tension level in the room increased to the nth degree just from Loki's sudden appearance.  Natasha and Clint each flinch towards different parts of their bodies that Tony was sure hid a weapon, Steve immediately took just one step forward, and Bruce's eyes seemed to flash a bright green for just a second.  Tony seemed to be the only one who sat back and just looked...tired.  Like he anticipated that there was going to be some chore caused by this new arrival.<br />
<br />
Thor began to speak in a tone that held a bit of a soothing edge as if he could sense the peak of emotion in the room and maybe he could.  The thug wasn't as dumb as he played, sometimes he noticed things others wouldn't.  His deep, warm voice informs everyone that Thanos (the prick who convinces Loki he could rule Earth) has been rumored to be searching for Loki.  That the fool wants to get his hands on Loki to enact revenge upon the demigod.  Then came the reason why they were all gathered in Tony's home: he wants him to protect the Trickster here...at his home...for a while.<br />
<br />
"Wait...why in the hell am I being suck on babysitting duty when you've got a whole planet of super human gods and goddesses?  Can't you just put him in some hole there?" Tony snaps, his hands coming to his chest as he feels his heart pounding in his chest even harder.  In truth Tony had been having issues with sleep deprivation for...months now.  He had trouble sleeping when his dreams started to wander to the moments when he was flying into battle, getting beaten by the Chitari or Loki throwing him around.  It had one benefit however, he hadn't been this creative in years.  Now he was just imagining how many ways he could use the suits to pay Loki back for the nightmares.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Tony was tired of endless and pointless meetings that seemed to be almost identical in their content.  After all how many times could you listen to people bitch about their lives being saved before it just became irritating?  How fucking ungrateful can you get to blame those who fought to protect you for the damages incurred?  Seriously, because he choose for the Chitari to attack New York City...because he purposely made them blow up buildings and roads and litter their disgusting bodies all over the place...because he sent a nuclear bomb to kill everyone.  Oh wait, he didn't do any of those things.  No he saved thousands of lives, probably more if you figure they would've spread beyond Manhattan Island if left unattended and oh yeah...FUCKING DIED FOR A COUPLE MINUTES!  But yes let's send Tony Stark bill.  Well, figuratively at least since they wanted S.H.I.E.L.D. and associates to pay for the damages.<br />
<br />
He could only assumed this latest meeting would be no different and he would make his normal smartass remarks to entertain himself.  He was rather frustrated that the meeting was at 8am and at -his- home but that meant that he could at least get a decent cup of joe to start it off.<br />
<br />
That morning Tony was sulking at the head of the long table in the formal dining room that Pepper had decorated with stupid flowered china and a schmancy chandelier that looked like it cost too much.  The whole damn family was there with the exception of the golden god and one-eye himself, who he was assured was coming.  He rested his chin upon his arms which were crossed on the table giving everyone a resentful glare.  How dare someone take the last cup of his favorite coffee?!  Now he had to deal with whining, ungrateful, pathetic people with no caffeine could this day get any worse?<br />
<br />
Everyone was talking amongst themselves about what they'd been up to since the last meeting, making small talk until the meeting started.  Tony thought it was just noise and only made the small quip whenever possible.  There was a sudden silence that actually made his head raise to peak around the crowd blocking the entrance.  Through the mess he could see the tall statue that was Thor and beside him...was no other than the trickster Loki himself.  "Well I guess it can get much worse..." he muttered to himself.<br />
<br />
In truth he was trying to control the dread that he felt as he watched the man who threw him through a window, caused a disaster, and nearly caused him to die when he pushed the nuke through the portal.  Tony could feel the tension level in the room increased to the nth degree just from Loki's sudden appearance.  Natasha and Clint each flinch towards different parts of their bodies that Tony was sure hid a weapon, Steve immediately took just one step forward, and Bruce's eyes seemed to flash a bright green for just a second.  Tony seemed to be the only one who sat back and just looked...tired.  Like he anticipated that there was going to be some chore caused by this new arrival.<br />
<br />
Thor began to speak in a tone that held a bit of a soothing edge as if he could sense the peak of emotion in the room and maybe he could.  The thug wasn't as dumb as he played, sometimes he noticed things others wouldn't.  His deep, warm voice informs everyone that Thanos (the prick who convinces Loki he could rule Earth) has been rumored to be searching for Loki.  That the fool wants to get his hands on Loki to enact revenge upon the demigod.  Then came the reason why they were all gathered in Tony's home: he wants him to protect the Trickster here...at his home...for a while.<br />
<br />
"Wait...why in the hell am I being suck on babysitting duty when you've got a whole planet of super human gods and goddesses?  Can't you just put him in some hole there?" Tony snaps, his hands coming to his chest as he feels his heart pounding in his chest even harder.  In truth Tony had been having issues with sleep deprivation for...months now.  He had trouble sleeping when his dreams started to wander to the moments when he was flying into battle, getting beaten by the Chitari or Loki throwing him around.  It had one benefit however, he hadn't been this creative in years.  Now he was just imagining how many ways he could use the suits to pay Loki back for the nightmares.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[seeking dominant men and women]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44129</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 23:20:50 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I'm new to this site, but not to roleplay. I've got about<span style="font-weight: bold;"> six years</span> under my belt, so I assure you I know what I'm doing.<br />
<br />
My name here is toxic.candy, but you can call me whatever you like. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I am in no way going to give out personal info</span>, I am looking only for fictional fun because I do have a significant other.<br />
<br />
Now then,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm not looking for mushy romance</span>, I've tried that and only like it from time to time.<br />
<br />
Bottom line, I want smut first, plot second. This doesn't mean one liners, this means at least one paragraph to three paragraphs of fairly well written sex.<br />
<br />
I like <span style="font-weight: bold;">darker themes</span> and unless it involves scat, vore, gore, snuff, or pregnancy, I'm up for it.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">My cravings -</span> <br />
<br />
teacher(s) - student president<br />
kidnapper - victim<br />
gang bangers - victim<br />
closet dom - unsuspecting escort<br />
older brother's friend(s) - little sister (not incest. would love this to be a forced prostitution)<br />
dom boyfriend - sub girlfriend<br />
<br />
I'm open to any suggestions.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">my favorite kinks -</span><br />
<br />
dom x sub relations<br />
multiple partners<br />
gangbangs<br />
three+ penetration<br />
ownership piercings<br />
tattoos on men (arms, back)<br />
punishment and reward system (master x slave)<br />
light pee play (bathroom control, forced to pee in front of dom, most extreme drinking piss)<br />
<br />
my RH -<br />
<br />
<a href="http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=toxic.candy%60s%20kinks" target="_blank">http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=toxi...`s%20kinks</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I'm new to this site, but not to roleplay. I've got about<span style="font-weight: bold;"> six years</span> under my belt, so I assure you I know what I'm doing.<br />
<br />
My name here is toxic.candy, but you can call me whatever you like. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I am in no way going to give out personal info</span>, I am looking only for fictional fun because I do have a significant other.<br />
<br />
Now then,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I'm not looking for mushy romance</span>, I've tried that and only like it from time to time.<br />
<br />
Bottom line, I want smut first, plot second. This doesn't mean one liners, this means at least one paragraph to three paragraphs of fairly well written sex.<br />
<br />
I like <span style="font-weight: bold;">darker themes</span> and unless it involves scat, vore, gore, snuff, or pregnancy, I'm up for it.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">My cravings -</span> <br />
<br />
teacher(s) - student president<br />
kidnapper - victim<br />
gang bangers - victim<br />
closet dom - unsuspecting escort<br />
older brother's friend(s) - little sister (not incest. would love this to be a forced prostitution)<br />
dom boyfriend - sub girlfriend<br />
<br />
I'm open to any suggestions.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">my favorite kinks -</span><br />
<br />
dom x sub relations<br />
multiple partners<br />
gangbangs<br />
three+ penetration<br />
ownership piercings<br />
tattoos on men (arms, back)<br />
punishment and reward system (master x slave)<br />
light pee play (bathroom control, forced to pee in front of dom, most extreme drinking piss)<br />
<br />
my RH -<br />
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<a href="http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=toxic.candy%60s%20kinks" target="_blank">http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=toxi...`s%20kinks</a>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Fire and Snowfall (Skyrim RP)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44128</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 23:15:18 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I was in a RP on the Bethesda forums which unfortunately died, but I'm bringing it back on this site. Not only am I participating in the roleplay, but I'll also be moderating it and I'm looking for some else to help moderate the RP. Without further ado I present Fire and Snowfall<br />
<br />
With the death of High King Torygg, outright Civil War in Skyrim is now a certainty. News that Ulfric Stormcloak had been captured was swiftly replaced with that of the town of Helgen being razed...by a Dragon. The Legion is mobilising, the Stormcloaks are raising their banners...and across Skyrim, whispers and rumours of 'The Dragonborn' begin to surface from myth and legend.<br />
<br />
All of this is of little comfort to a small band of legionnaires, auxiliaries and rag-tags trying to make their way across Skyrim's wilderness. Brought together by the Legion, they are sent to perform the tasks too dangerous, too important (or not important enough) for Tullius to have traditional legionnaires perform. Their unit has no name and no proud history other than that which its members bring with it. Some have joined willingly, others had little choice. For some, it is the chance to redeem themselves for past wrongs, and for others it is just another chance to earn some coin.<br />
<br />
Their mission; to win hearths for the Imperial flag by aiding the people of Skyrim in any way they can, against any menace. Wandering the wilds of Skyrim, they deal with problems others cannot (or will not); whether 'simply' wild beasts and attacks from rebels and bandits, or the threat of lesser known but no less deadly creatures and monsters, and especially the threat of Stormcloaks. Survivors of ambushes, Stormcloak victims and maybe even some who lived through Helgen, even the melting snow on the plains helps little. For everywhere they go, Stormcloak eyes search for them. And if dragons truly are coming back, even the sky may hold danger...<br />
<br />
Rules<br />
<br />
1) Post length: At least three paragraphs of decent writing (A sentence is not a paragraph, though starting a new line for dialogue is accepted). This is in an attempt to prevent the occurrence of “conversation posts”:<br />
<br />
Player 1 posts a line of dialogue and brief description<br />
Player 2 replies to line of dialogue<br />
Player 1 replies with two lines<br />
Player 2 replies with two lines<br />
Player 1 replies with two lines<br />
etc<br />
<br />
Please don’t do this. Not only does this make it hard to keep track of everything that’s going on but it means that a thread reaches its 200 post limit earlier. Try to let everyone get a post in before putting up your next one. That way everyone gets a chance to react to an<br />
<br />
I’m sorry if that sounds snobbish, but I’ve found it can make keeping track of an RP very difficult. If you don’t feel that you can do this, then this RP probably isn’t for you. <br />
<br />
2) No God-moding or Character controlling (kind of a no brainer)<br />
<br />
2.1) No vamps or were-characters, or dragonborns (again, for fairness)<br />
<br />
3) No uber weapons/armour (ideally steel or lower, but dwarven/elven is acceptable)<br />
<br />
4) No out of character arguments or deliberate slander. Yes, there are times where we are going to disagree, but keep it civil.<br />
<br />
5) Historical Accuracy: Yes, the Imperial Legion is based on the Romans. But they AREN’T Romans. Try not to get bogged down trying to be historically accurate. (Do be realistic however).<br />
<br />
6) In game mechanics: don’t use them. That includes instant healing potions, carrying a thousand arrows, eating six apples to regain health… you get the idea.<br />
<br />
7) HAVE FUN That's why we're here.<br />
<br />
Character sheet (Don’t be afraid to be detailed)<br />
<br />
Name:<br />
Age:<br />
Gender:<br />
Race:<br />
<br />
Appearance:<br />
<br />
Personality: (Please attempt from putting “Shown in RP”. That doesn’t tell us anything. Give us at least some indication of what they’re like.)<br />
<br />
Skills (max of ten, can include non-game skills):<br />
<br />
Weapons, Armour and Other gear:<br />
<br />
History: (Include why they’re part of the group)<br />
<br />
An example of a CS:<br />
<div><div class="quote_header">Spoiler <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="javascript:if(parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].style.display=='block'){parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].style.display='none';this.innerHTML='(Click to View)';}else {parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].style.display='block';this.innerHTML='(Click to Hide)';}">(Click to View)</a></div><div class="quote_body" style="display: none;">Name: Caradin Ironspike<br />
Gender: Male<br />
Age: 42<br />
Race: Nord<br />
Born: 4E 158<br />
<br />
Appearance: 6’3 and solidly built with scars on his arms and chest. He has black hair that is long and thick, kept from his face with two braids, and a short beard. His eyes are deep blue. He has heavy brows and a largish nose. He has the noble look about him, but also weary.<br />
<br />
Personality: Caradin is occasionally hot-headed, with a dead hatred for the Thalmor and the Dominion. At the same time, he bares ill will towards the Reachmen of High Rock, and the Stormcloaks; the former for how they treated the local Nords in their uprising, and the latter for causing disunity within the Empire. He is wary of outsiders, but incredibly loyal to those who he calls friend. He is not easily impressed. Most of all however, his attitude is dour and grim. Having seen so many die fighting the Dominion, for seemingly no cause, has made him bitter towards the Empire. That said, he still remains loyal in the hopes that one day the Empire will regroup and renew the fight against the Dominion.<br />
<br />
Skills:<br />
<br />
- battle strategy (especially guerrilla warfare)<br />
- One handed (mainly swords, but also handy with an axe)<br />
- block (shield)<br />
- hunting and tracking<br />
- smithing<br />
- Wilderness survival<br />
- heavy armour<br />
- speech<br />
- endurance<br />
<br />
Weapons, Armour and Other gear:<br />
- elven broadsword<br />
- steel axe<br />
- octagonal shield (made of steel and wood)<br />
- steel Nordic bracers and cuffed boots, a sleeveless shirt of chainmail and plate cuirass worn under a blue fur-trimmed surcoat, scale pauldrons/sleeves, a black cloak with wolf pelt hood<br />
- a silver chain with the point of an iron fire poker<br />
- a small pack of supplies, such as a few poultices, rope, bandages, a few days worth of food, flint, and a waterskin<br />
<br />
History:<br />
Caradin’s father, Haedrian, was a mighty Nordic warrior who lived in County Skingrad, but originally lived in Eastmarch. He met a woman one night named Ayla and bedded her. When she fell pregnant, Haedrian asked her father for her hand, so that her honour may yet remain intact. But her father refused, and would not give his consent. So Haedrian and Ayla eloped and moved as far away as possible, settling in a small village in County Skingrad. Caradin was the result of their union. He learned to become a smith, like his father, also learning the basics of combat. However, things took a turn for the worst with the invasion of the Aldmeri Dominion and the outbreak of the Great War.<br />
<br />
Skingrad soon fell to invaders, and from there the army continued a devastating rampage of destruction, with many raiding parties sent ahead of the army to torch the countryside. Caradin’s village was one of the last to fall. A small detachment of Nordic legionnaires (including one Aerys Borne) had been despatched in the area to halt, or at least delay the advance of the Aldmeri troops to allow more time for reinforcements to arrive. The aid of the legionnaires however did little to prevent Haedrian dying while defending his family. Despite being only fifteen years old Caradin joined the fight, half act of wild vengeance, half out of survival, and managed to survive the battle, committing a great act of valour that is seldom spoken of, involving the defeat of a mighty Aldmeri warlock. The legionnaires were able to defeat the Dominion raid, but the village was destroyed and their numbers were reduced to a pitiful count. The body of Caradin’s mother was never found.<br />
<br />
From that day on, Caradin served the legion as a smith until the Great War ended. He left the legion’s service, and returned to Skyrim, needing a change of scene from the horrors of his youth. He made a living by offering his skills as a trapper and hunter. This soon expanded into mercenary work. It is for this reason that he finds himself leader of the rag-tag group of warriors, legionnaires and others, as he knows Skyrim’s landscape and people better than any other.</div></div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I was in a RP on the Bethesda forums which unfortunately died, but I'm bringing it back on this site. Not only am I participating in the roleplay, but I'll also be moderating it and I'm looking for some else to help moderate the RP. Without further ado I present Fire and Snowfall<br />
<br />
With the death of High King Torygg, outright Civil War in Skyrim is now a certainty. News that Ulfric Stormcloak had been captured was swiftly replaced with that of the town of Helgen being razed...by a Dragon. The Legion is mobilising, the Stormcloaks are raising their banners...and across Skyrim, whispers and rumours of 'The Dragonborn' begin to surface from myth and legend.<br />
<br />
All of this is of little comfort to a small band of legionnaires, auxiliaries and rag-tags trying to make their way across Skyrim's wilderness. Brought together by the Legion, they are sent to perform the tasks too dangerous, too important (or not important enough) for Tullius to have traditional legionnaires perform. Their unit has no name and no proud history other than that which its members bring with it. Some have joined willingly, others had little choice. For some, it is the chance to redeem themselves for past wrongs, and for others it is just another chance to earn some coin.<br />
<br />
Their mission; to win hearths for the Imperial flag by aiding the people of Skyrim in any way they can, against any menace. Wandering the wilds of Skyrim, they deal with problems others cannot (or will not); whether 'simply' wild beasts and attacks from rebels and bandits, or the threat of lesser known but no less deadly creatures and monsters, and especially the threat of Stormcloaks. Survivors of ambushes, Stormcloak victims and maybe even some who lived through Helgen, even the melting snow on the plains helps little. For everywhere they go, Stormcloak eyes search for them. And if dragons truly are coming back, even the sky may hold danger...<br />
<br />
Rules<br />
<br />
1) Post length: At least three paragraphs of decent writing (A sentence is not a paragraph, though starting a new line for dialogue is accepted). This is in an attempt to prevent the occurrence of “conversation posts”:<br />
<br />
Player 1 posts a line of dialogue and brief description<br />
Player 2 replies to line of dialogue<br />
Player 1 replies with two lines<br />
Player 2 replies with two lines<br />
Player 1 replies with two lines<br />
etc<br />
<br />
Please don’t do this. Not only does this make it hard to keep track of everything that’s going on but it means that a thread reaches its 200 post limit earlier. Try to let everyone get a post in before putting up your next one. That way everyone gets a chance to react to an<br />
<br />
I’m sorry if that sounds snobbish, but I’ve found it can make keeping track of an RP very difficult. If you don’t feel that you can do this, then this RP probably isn’t for you. <br />
<br />
2) No God-moding or Character controlling (kind of a no brainer)<br />
<br />
2.1) No vamps or were-characters, or dragonborns (again, for fairness)<br />
<br />
3) No uber weapons/armour (ideally steel or lower, but dwarven/elven is acceptable)<br />
<br />
4) No out of character arguments or deliberate slander. Yes, there are times where we are going to disagree, but keep it civil.<br />
<br />
5) Historical Accuracy: Yes, the Imperial Legion is based on the Romans. But they AREN’T Romans. Try not to get bogged down trying to be historically accurate. (Do be realistic however).<br />
<br />
6) In game mechanics: don’t use them. That includes instant healing potions, carrying a thousand arrows, eating six apples to regain health… you get the idea.<br />
<br />
7) HAVE FUN That's why we're here.<br />
<br />
Character sheet (Don’t be afraid to be detailed)<br />
<br />
Name:<br />
Age:<br />
Gender:<br />
Race:<br />
<br />
Appearance:<br />
<br />
Personality: (Please attempt from putting “Shown in RP”. That doesn’t tell us anything. Give us at least some indication of what they’re like.)<br />
<br />
Skills (max of ten, can include non-game skills):<br />
<br />
Weapons, Armour and Other gear:<br />
<br />
History: (Include why they’re part of the group)<br />
<br />
An example of a CS:<br />
<div><div class="quote_header">Spoiler <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="javascript:if(parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].style.display=='block'){parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].style.display='none';this.innerHTML='(Click to View)';}else {parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].style.display='block';this.innerHTML='(Click to Hide)';}">(Click to View)</a></div><div class="quote_body" style="display: none;">Name: Caradin Ironspike<br />
Gender: Male<br />
Age: 42<br />
Race: Nord<br />
Born: 4E 158<br />
<br />
Appearance: 6’3 and solidly built with scars on his arms and chest. He has black hair that is long and thick, kept from his face with two braids, and a short beard. His eyes are deep blue. He has heavy brows and a largish nose. He has the noble look about him, but also weary.<br />
<br />
Personality: Caradin is occasionally hot-headed, with a dead hatred for the Thalmor and the Dominion. At the same time, he bares ill will towards the Reachmen of High Rock, and the Stormcloaks; the former for how they treated the local Nords in their uprising, and the latter for causing disunity within the Empire. He is wary of outsiders, but incredibly loyal to those who he calls friend. He is not easily impressed. Most of all however, his attitude is dour and grim. Having seen so many die fighting the Dominion, for seemingly no cause, has made him bitter towards the Empire. That said, he still remains loyal in the hopes that one day the Empire will regroup and renew the fight against the Dominion.<br />
<br />
Skills:<br />
<br />
- battle strategy (especially guerrilla warfare)<br />
- One handed (mainly swords, but also handy with an axe)<br />
- block (shield)<br />
- hunting and tracking<br />
- smithing<br />
- Wilderness survival<br />
- heavy armour<br />
- speech<br />
- endurance<br />
<br />
Weapons, Armour and Other gear:<br />
- elven broadsword<br />
- steel axe<br />
- octagonal shield (made of steel and wood)<br />
- steel Nordic bracers and cuffed boots, a sleeveless shirt of chainmail and plate cuirass worn under a blue fur-trimmed surcoat, scale pauldrons/sleeves, a black cloak with wolf pelt hood<br />
- a silver chain with the point of an iron fire poker<br />
- a small pack of supplies, such as a few poultices, rope, bandages, a few days worth of food, flint, and a waterskin<br />
<br />
History:<br />
Caradin’s father, Haedrian, was a mighty Nordic warrior who lived in County Skingrad, but originally lived in Eastmarch. He met a woman one night named Ayla and bedded her. When she fell pregnant, Haedrian asked her father for her hand, so that her honour may yet remain intact. But her father refused, and would not give his consent. So Haedrian and Ayla eloped and moved as far away as possible, settling in a small village in County Skingrad. Caradin was the result of their union. He learned to become a smith, like his father, also learning the basics of combat. However, things took a turn for the worst with the invasion of the Aldmeri Dominion and the outbreak of the Great War.<br />
<br />
Skingrad soon fell to invaders, and from there the army continued a devastating rampage of destruction, with many raiding parties sent ahead of the army to torch the countryside. Caradin’s village was one of the last to fall. A small detachment of Nordic legionnaires (including one Aerys Borne) had been despatched in the area to halt, or at least delay the advance of the Aldmeri troops to allow more time for reinforcements to arrive. The aid of the legionnaires however did little to prevent Haedrian dying while defending his family. Despite being only fifteen years old Caradin joined the fight, half act of wild vengeance, half out of survival, and managed to survive the battle, committing a great act of valour that is seldom spoken of, involving the defeat of a mighty Aldmeri warlock. The legionnaires were able to defeat the Dominion raid, but the village was destroyed and their numbers were reduced to a pitiful count. The body of Caradin’s mother was never found.<br />
<br />
From that day on, Caradin served the legion as a smith until the Great War ended. He left the legion’s service, and returned to Skyrim, needing a change of scene from the horrors of his youth. He made a living by offering his skills as a trapper and hunter. This soon expanded into mercenary work. It is for this reason that he finds himself leader of the rag-tag group of warriors, legionnaires and others, as he knows Skyrim’s landscape and people better than any other.</div></div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Picture PlotsMxF or MxFXF Or MxFxM]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44127</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 22:25:26 -0500</pubDate>
			<guid isPermaLink="false">http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44127</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[These are all pictures that I would love to incorporate into an rp. Feel free to contact me about any of them. (I only accept 50 50 smut and plot rps. And definitely accept 60 percent plot, 40 percent smut.) Mind you I am mainly interested in the girls from these pictures. And not any of the men, meaning plot is still up for debate. (One or two is meant for harems.) And yes, my main craving curently is Harems. So if your willing to play multiple girls that would be amazing. Finaly, if you have an idea and none of these pictures spark any interest. Go ahead and send me a pm any way.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/1e5bda867a/539586-59" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/1e5bda867a/539586-59</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/5e6140e02b/539586-23" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/5e6140e02b/539586-23</a><br />
<br />
<img src="http://bitly.com/UMFQJN" border="0" alt="[Image: UMFQJN]" /><br />
<br />
<img src="http://bitly.com/ZPIhvd" border="0" alt="[Image: ZPIhvd]" /><br />
<br />
(This is a must have girl. If you plan on blessing me with a harem. Not a requirement, but it would be awesome.)<br />
<img src="http://bitly.com/U1fPSP" border="0" alt="[Image: U1fPSP]" /><br />
<br />
NOT SAFE FOR WORK<br />
<br />
<a href="http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=1873837" target="_blank">http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&...id=1873837</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/d5b76acecb/594492-2" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/d5b76acecb/594492-2</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.iheartwallpapers.com/wallpapers/fantasy_warriors_099-1280x1024.jpg" target="_blank">http://www.iheartwallpapers.com/wallpape...0x1024.jpg</a><br />
<br />
This one is meant for me to play a male opposit to both girls in this picture. <a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/c37623551a/594492-7" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/c37623551a/594492-7</a>  It could be feral, them as animals. Anthros. Or human counterparts.<br />
<br />
I dont neccesarily want you to play the girl in this pic. She can be whoever you want. I just like the idea of an action epic. Much like Conan. (And bad ass women are pretty sexy. <img src="images/smilies/wink.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" border="0" alt="Wink" title="Wink" /> )  <br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/9bdd4d1490/539586-62" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/9bdd4d1490/539586-62</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[These are all pictures that I would love to incorporate into an rp. Feel free to contact me about any of them. (I only accept 50 50 smut and plot rps. And definitely accept 60 percent plot, 40 percent smut.) Mind you I am mainly interested in the girls from these pictures. And not any of the men, meaning plot is still up for debate. (One or two is meant for harems.) And yes, my main craving curently is Harems. So if your willing to play multiple girls that would be amazing. Finaly, if you have an idea and none of these pictures spark any interest. Go ahead and send me a pm any way.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/1e5bda867a/539586-59" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/1e5bda867a/539586-59</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/5e6140e02b/539586-23" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/5e6140e02b/539586-23</a><br />
<br />
<img src="http://bitly.com/UMFQJN" border="0" alt="[Image: UMFQJN]" /><br />
<br />
<img src="http://bitly.com/ZPIhvd" border="0" alt="[Image: ZPIhvd]" /><br />
<br />
(This is a must have girl. If you plan on blessing me with a harem. Not a requirement, but it would be awesome.)<br />
<img src="http://bitly.com/U1fPSP" border="0" alt="[Image: U1fPSP]" /><br />
<br />
NOT SAFE FOR WORK<br />
<br />
<a href="http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=1873837" target="_blank">http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&...id=1873837</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/d5b76acecb/594492-2" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/d5b76acecb/594492-2</a><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.iheartwallpapers.com/wallpapers/fantasy_warriors_099-1280x1024.jpg" target="_blank">http://www.iheartwallpapers.com/wallpape...0x1024.jpg</a><br />
<br />
This one is meant for me to play a male opposit to both girls in this picture. <a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/c37623551a/594492-7" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/c37623551a/594492-7</a>  It could be feral, them as animals. Anthros. Or human counterparts.<br />
<br />
I dont neccesarily want you to play the girl in this pic. She can be whoever you want. I just like the idea of an action epic. Much like Conan. (And bad ass women are pretty sexy. <img src="images/smilies/wink.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" border="0" alt="Wink" title="Wink" /> )  <br />
<a href="http://g.e-hentai.org/s/9bdd4d1490/539586-62" target="_blank">http://g.e-hentai.org/s/9bdd4d1490/539586-62</a>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44126</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 21:32:08 -0500</pubDate>
			<guid isPermaLink="false">http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44126</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[It had been nearly twenty years since her first full moon. Her aging had slowed to a crawl, and she only appeared a couple years older than the time of her changing. She remained unmarked by any pack because she bore all the signs of an alpha. The kind expected to begin a new clan, and breed the next generation. In other words, regardless of her female form, she was a hermaphrodite and therefore to be treated as an alpha male. That being said, she never once marked another wolf. Though there was something different about this night. A full moon hung low in the sky that night, large and amber in color. Bright enough to make all other lights seem insignificant. These moons were rare, a new wolf was to be turned. Which meant it would be chaos. Warring clans would each be fighting tooth and nail for the right to mark and adopt the fledgling wolf.<br />
<br />
For Sybil Hatchet, this meant there would be a lot of casualties, both human and lycan alike. If she could get the young wolf to safety, and at least help her live out her first full moon, she'd be safe. She hastily dawned a pair of black jeans, and tee shirt, dawning a leather jacket over them. Her messy, short white hair, causing her golden lupine eyes to pop. Certain elements never faded after her change. Perhaps it was to make her more identifiable as an alpha. Her eyes were always feral. Her canines, always elongated and sharp, her ears tapered at the tops.<br />
<br />
As she exited her small apartment, her nostrils flared, quickly picking up the sent of a newborn wolf. She had to act fast. This night would be hell on earth for the young wolf, and it would be best to spend it with someone who cared about more than obtaining a soldier. She swiftly mounted her motorcycle, and road out quickly in pursuit of the new wolf's sent.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It had been nearly twenty years since her first full moon. Her aging had slowed to a crawl, and she only appeared a couple years older than the time of her changing. She remained unmarked by any pack because she bore all the signs of an alpha. The kind expected to begin a new clan, and breed the next generation. In other words, regardless of her female form, she was a hermaphrodite and therefore to be treated as an alpha male. That being said, she never once marked another wolf. Though there was something different about this night. A full moon hung low in the sky that night, large and amber in color. Bright enough to make all other lights seem insignificant. These moons were rare, a new wolf was to be turned. Which meant it would be chaos. Warring clans would each be fighting tooth and nail for the right to mark and adopt the fledgling wolf.<br />
<br />
For Sybil Hatchet, this meant there would be a lot of casualties, both human and lycan alike. If she could get the young wolf to safety, and at least help her live out her first full moon, she'd be safe. She hastily dawned a pair of black jeans, and tee shirt, dawning a leather jacket over them. Her messy, short white hair, causing her golden lupine eyes to pop. Certain elements never faded after her change. Perhaps it was to make her more identifiable as an alpha. Her eyes were always feral. Her canines, always elongated and sharp, her ears tapered at the tops.<br />
<br />
As she exited her small apartment, her nostrils flared, quickly picking up the sent of a newborn wolf. She had to act fast. This night would be hell on earth for the young wolf, and it would be best to spend it with someone who cared about more than obtaining a soldier. She swiftly mounted her motorcycle, and road out quickly in pursuit of the new wolf's sent.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Princess and The Dancer (Skeith x demented-tiger)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44125</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 20:57:48 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[The tavern was alive with song and dance as it usually was. Miners, guards, farmers, and peasants alike were enjoying an evening in the small tavern. The tavern was located deep within the massive city, in one of the seedier districts. It was for this reason, that the tavern saw it's share of cut-purses, mercenaries, and prostitutes. All looking to either wind down from a long day, or strum up some business, occasionally both.<br />
<br />
Aside from the alcohol, and the tavern's tendency to play fast and loose with the law, the tavern was famed for it's exotic dancers and lively music. On this eve, Elistrianna, known by El or Eli by those she considered close, was on the small stage. Her skin bore a rich tan, of which most was showing. Long, straight, and shiny raven hair descended down to the base of her back, as chin length bangs framed her face. Her golden eyes popped against her tan skin, and dark hair. She was tall, and quite well endowed. Her bust was impressive in size, being a D-cup or larger, covered barely by a colorful purple and gold cloth. A skirt of similar coloring descended down only one leg, leaving the other exposed all the way to the top of her hip. She cut a sharp hour glass figure, and always bore a confident and welcoming smile. <br />
<br />
Her voice brought with it the sounds of distant eastern lands, reflected in her exotic appearance, though she spoke the local tongue quite well. She was wildly intelligent, and more than a little mischievous. Even with as open and welcoming as she was, she bore a secret. A deep hatred for the royal family and it's mis-dealings. Eyeing the face of the nation's young prince in the crowd, she focused her seductive techniques on the young man, hoping to lure him in with her most erotic display.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The tavern was alive with song and dance as it usually was. Miners, guards, farmers, and peasants alike were enjoying an evening in the small tavern. The tavern was located deep within the massive city, in one of the seedier districts. It was for this reason, that the tavern saw it's share of cut-purses, mercenaries, and prostitutes. All looking to either wind down from a long day, or strum up some business, occasionally both.<br />
<br />
Aside from the alcohol, and the tavern's tendency to play fast and loose with the law, the tavern was famed for it's exotic dancers and lively music. On this eve, Elistrianna, known by El or Eli by those she considered close, was on the small stage. Her skin bore a rich tan, of which most was showing. Long, straight, and shiny raven hair descended down to the base of her back, as chin length bangs framed her face. Her golden eyes popped against her tan skin, and dark hair. She was tall, and quite well endowed. Her bust was impressive in size, being a D-cup or larger, covered barely by a colorful purple and gold cloth. A skirt of similar coloring descended down only one leg, leaving the other exposed all the way to the top of her hip. She cut a sharp hour glass figure, and always bore a confident and welcoming smile. <br />
<br />
Her voice brought with it the sounds of distant eastern lands, reflected in her exotic appearance, though she spoke the local tongue quite well. She was wildly intelligent, and more than a little mischievous. Even with as open and welcoming as she was, she bore a secret. A deep hatred for the royal family and it's mis-dealings. Eyeing the face of the nation's young prince in the crowd, she focused her seductive techniques on the young man, hoping to lure him in with her most erotic display.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Elder Scrolls (Longterm)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44124</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 19:00:14 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Seeking a roleplay partner who could play as one of three characters below. Plots can be discussed, and kinks can be established through PMs.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #808000;">Viin MaUm</span><br />
<br />
<img src="http://static.skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/images/12455-5-1331245898.jpg" border="0" alt="[Image: 12455-5-1331245898.jpg]" /><br />
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<span style="color: #808000;">Race: Orc<br />
Age: Twenty seven<br />
Affiliation: Companions<br />
Height: Five foot seven<br />
Weight: One hundred and fifty pounds<br />
<br />
Story: Runaway from an Orc stronghold, as she didn't want to be married to a chief in a different stronghold. Proficient in Two handed combat, heavy armor, block, and Speech. <br />
<br />
Joined the Companions a week after moving into Whiterun, can hold her own in a fight, and has a strong lust for adventure. <br />
<br />
Setting: Adventure/Romance<br />
<br />
Possible scene ideas: 1.Assists my OC with perhaps a pest problem.<br />
2.OC finds her stuck up to her waist in mud, and helps her escape the pit.<br />
3.OC and her join up with the Dawnguard, and uncover the prophecy that speaks of potent blood.<br />
4. OC and her wage a silent war against the Thalmor.</div></div></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFFE0;">Alita Dreth<br />
<br />
<img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/128/2/a/the_dragonborn_comes_v2_by_demicus_maximus-d4yxgmo.jpg" border="0" alt="[Image: the_dragonborn_comes_v2_by_demicus_maximus-d4yxgmo.jpg]" /><br />
<br />
Race: Dunmer<br />
Age: Thirty nine<br />
Height: Five foot five<br />
Weight: One hundred sixty pounds<br />
Affiliation: Dark Brotherhood<br />
<br />
Story: Ex member of the Morag Tong, joined Dark Brotherhood after heading to Cyrodiil, recruited after murdering a bartender. Won't hesitate to finish her contract, no matter the cost.<br />
<br />
Setting: Action/Adventure Possible Romance<br />
<br />
1.OC witnesses her murdering another, and offers a service to keep him quite<br />
<br />
2. OC and her pair up for a contract within the Dark Brotherhood<br />
<br />
3. She's ordered to perform the purification process, but my OC is sparred in the process of all the killing.<br />
<br />
4. My OC recruits her into the Dark Brotherhood. </span></div> [/align]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Seeking a roleplay partner who could play as one of three characters below. Plots can be discussed, and kinks can be established through PMs.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: #808000;">Viin MaUm</span><br />
<br />
<img src="http://static.skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/images/12455-5-1331245898.jpg" border="0" alt="[Image: 12455-5-1331245898.jpg]" /><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #808000;">Race: Orc<br />
Age: Twenty seven<br />
Affiliation: Companions<br />
Height: Five foot seven<br />
Weight: One hundred and fifty pounds<br />
<br />
Story: Runaway from an Orc stronghold, as she didn't want to be married to a chief in a different stronghold. Proficient in Two handed combat, heavy armor, block, and Speech. <br />
<br />
Joined the Companions a week after moving into Whiterun, can hold her own in a fight, and has a strong lust for adventure. <br />
<br />
Setting: Adventure/Romance<br />
<br />
Possible scene ideas: 1.Assists my OC with perhaps a pest problem.<br />
2.OC finds her stuck up to her waist in mud, and helps her escape the pit.<br />
3.OC and her join up with the Dawnguard, and uncover the prophecy that speaks of potent blood.<br />
4. OC and her wage a silent war against the Thalmor.</div></div></span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFFE0;">Alita Dreth<br />
<br />
<img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/128/2/a/the_dragonborn_comes_v2_by_demicus_maximus-d4yxgmo.jpg" border="0" alt="[Image: the_dragonborn_comes_v2_by_demicus_maximus-d4yxgmo.jpg]" /><br />
<br />
Race: Dunmer<br />
Age: Thirty nine<br />
Height: Five foot five<br />
Weight: One hundred sixty pounds<br />
Affiliation: Dark Brotherhood<br />
<br />
Story: Ex member of the Morag Tong, joined Dark Brotherhood after heading to Cyrodiil, recruited after murdering a bartender. Won't hesitate to finish her contract, no matter the cost.<br />
<br />
Setting: Action/Adventure Possible Romance<br />
<br />
1.OC witnesses her murdering another, and offers a service to keep him quite<br />
<br />
2. OC and her pair up for a contract within the Dark Brotherhood<br />
<br />
3. She's ordered to perform the purification process, but my OC is sparred in the process of all the killing.<br />
<br />
4. My OC recruits her into the Dark Brotherhood. </span></div> [/align]]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Lets Play (Honeydwe & Gashnaw)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44123</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 18:30:15 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Holly walked out of her bedroom, wearing nothing but a silk nighty. Her long brown hair was up in a messy bun. Her bare feet no sound on as she made her way around the house looking for her brother. The red silk of her nighty moved against her ass as she walked, her breast bounced lightly. She made a fast stop in the kitchen to get food. <br />
She loved her brother dearly and they had been in a relationship for a while now. No other guy lived up to her brother, and with out her parents around. There really was no reason to stop. Bending over she looked for something yummy to eat, though that thought made her think of her brother as well.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Holly walked out of her bedroom, wearing nothing but a silk nighty. Her long brown hair was up in a messy bun. Her bare feet no sound on as she made her way around the house looking for her brother. The red silk of her nighty moved against her ass as she walked, her breast bounced lightly. She made a fast stop in the kitchen to get food. <br />
She loved her brother dearly and they had been in a relationship for a while now. No other guy lived up to her brother, and with out her parents around. There really was no reason to stop. Bending over she looked for something yummy to eat, though that thought made her think of her brother as well.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA["captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44122</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 18:02:32 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[“Captiv”ating love: the story of two slaves.<br />
By LingeringDesire and The_Gladiator  <br />
<br />
	Talinath nighthawk, known in the arena as the night Talon, named after the raptor’s claws and a play on his name, could feel the adrenalin beginning to flow into his veins as he prepared himself mentally and physically for the fight to come. This day as in many days in the past 5 years of his captivity, TalinathWould be heading into the arena. This unlike some fights was smaller, the crowd only filling perhaps a third of the enormous grandstands surrounding the giant bowl of the open air arena. This meant that the games would be smaller as well. They would be fighting on teams, two on two. Talinath’s eyes swept over his partner and his opponents. To his right stood his hulking cell mate and partner. The game masters thought it was exceedingly funny to pair him with the giant half-orc, seeing that the orcs and elves were long term enemies. Talinath had to admit that it rankled him somewhat to have to fight to defend such a brute, but they had reached a grudging truce and alliance. They shared a mutual hatred for one another but knew within the Arena they depended upon one another for survival. In opposition to his hulking partner, Talinath was much shorter and more slender. He stood between 5 and a half and 6 feet tall, and was leanly muscled, rather than the bulk of his partner.  <br />
<br />
	Their two opponents this day were a lethal looking human woman, with skin as black as onyx, and a Minotaur. Talinath could feel his lip curl at the sight of the bull headed individual. He was a nasty piece of work, especially because Talinath knew that unlike the other three, the Minotaur, like his other brethren who had come to the Grandhaven Games, was no slave, but wanted to fight in the games because they enjoyed the sport of it, the challenge. <br />
<br />
	Talinath then inventoried the weapons of each. The half-orc, nicknamed Lurch after the way that he seemed so awkward when he moved, something that was deceptive and had cost more than one opponent’s life because they underestimated him, held his battle ax. The ax was a wicked two handed affair with twin crescent shaped blades honed to a razor sharp edge. The black woman, nicknamed the wraith wore a curved sword at her belt and was cradling a blow gun in her arms. Seeing the blowgun, Talinath nodded, this meant that she was the member of their team with ranged weapons capabilities, and could kill from a distance, just like Talinath himself. Talinath suspected that she carried precisely 3 darts, just as he carried 3 arrows in his quiver for his bow. The game masters allowed one miss, that’s why they gave 3 arrows rather than the two arrows, one for each opponent. Like the wraith, Talinath also carried a sword, his slender, modeled after the elvish design. This left the Minotaur, or the Bull; his weapon was a wicked looking trident, whose barbed tips glinted in the sunlight. The dripped a substance that looked suspiciously like poison. According to his estimation this meant the teams were fairly evenly matched. <br />
<br />
	All this and more ran through Talinath’s head as he bent and stretched, preparing for battle. Such thoughts were part of his training, and he knew could keep him alive. He had been changed over the past 5 years, changed from the gentle elven healer he had once been, honed into the living weapon he now was. He had had to, necessity dictated he would learn or die. He had been no stranger to combat or military training, for he had served, however never had he been forced to take such a forward role. Never had he been denied the right to practice his religion, his lifestyle, and never had he known his freedom to be stolen away before 5 years ago when the young, for an elf, lordling had been stolen away. <br />
<br />
	The Talinath of today scoffed at the naïve idealist he had been back then, he had honestly thought there was a spark of good in everyone. He was sure now that there was no true goodness left, that it was all just a lie. He had gone from a man who depended on community and society, to knowing that the only one he could depend on was himself, and occasionally the partners assigned to him in the arena. He tried to not form attachments, for few lived long in the arena. Despite this being a lower key fight, there must be someone of high rank in the audience for both Talinath and the wraith had been in the games for years, two of the most long standing members who had survived to this point. They were both crowd favorites. <br />
<br />
	The battle was long and bloody, just as Talinath expected it would be. As he sat in his quarters, staring at the single curtain which was the only divider between his cell mate, Lurch, and him, he replayed the events in his head. They were all too good for ranged weapons to succeed. Talinath had taken a dart to the chest and a second to the inner thigh; however his elven physiology had resisted the poison that they had been coated with, so they were painful wounds but had not proved to be debilitating. His arrows had not seemed to stop the bull, only pissed him off, however the fierce Minotaur had met his end at the ax of Lurch. Talinath had disarmed Wraith. He had stood over her, sword to her throat, a pose he hated. He wished one of them had died in battle, but no, it had ended this way, and now the crowd would decide. Talinath could remember looking up, his green eyes sweeping the crowd, before his eyes settled on a noblewoman, and silently he had held out his hand towards her, palm up. After a moment he had turned his hand over palm down. The crowd had hushed, waiting for the woman to make her decision. The crowd had waited on bated breath; Talinath had waited with baited breath, hoping he would not see the palm down gesture, would not have to kill this honorable woman in cold blood. After a long moment the woman had stuck out her hand, palm up, indicating the fallen female should live. With a nod, Talinath had turned away after offering the Wraith a hand up, something that earned him an equal amount of cheers and jeers, depending on whether or they thought he were mocking her, or simply being kind. She had spat at him, but nevertheless accepted the help up. <br />
<br />
	Talinath waited now. As the victors, they would be rewarded. Victors were offered the services of women to see to their any and every need for that evening, these women, slaves all, were trained in everything from song and dance to exotic lovemaking, from sewing wounds to deep tissue massage, whatever the gladiators required of them. He rarely if ever partook of such “rewards” not wanting to use the women in that way. He would allow them to bandage or sew up his wounds, but rarely anything beyond that. Lurch on the other hand, most of the other gladiators for that matter, looked forward to the women’s visits as the highlight of their existence and even know Talinath could hear the half-orc muttering to himself about what he was going to do to his woman that night. <br />
<br />
	Just as expected, their cell door clanked open and two women were shoved in, obediently each walked into either half of the divided cell. Talinath afforded her only a brief glance before he looked away again, already trying to block out the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, his green eyes boring holes in the black fabric, a color as dark as his hair. <br />
<br />
	Finally he turned to face her, his expression grim, “What are your specialties?” he asked, as if he were at a diner asking about dinner entrees. It wasn’t that he was being rude it was more, he felt badly that he had to go through this charade of listening in exquisite detail what her various talents were, just to tell her he was not interested, but he knew at least he was required to do something, and talking seemed the simple option. He swept the long black hair out of his eyes, rather than tied back from his face with a leather thong as it was often, it hung loose the raven waves reaching his shoulders. He wore a loose flowing tunic that flowed and kept him a little cooler in the heat, the material hid much of his body. He also wore simple pants, like the tunic were in dark muted earth tones. His long hair covered the delicate points of his ears, but if she was at all familiar with the games, all knew he was an elf. His age was somewhat unclear, if he were human he would look to be in his mid 20's, but as an elf he could easily be 5 or 6 times that age.  <br />
<br />
<br />
(Historians note: this story takes place in a world of medieval fantasy, similar to but not existing in any existing fantasy setting.)<br />
<br />
(Moderators note: this thread is closed to LingeringDesire and The_Gladiator. We hope you enjoy our story, and welcome any and all feedback via PM.)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[“Captiv”ating love: the story of two slaves.<br />
By LingeringDesire and The_Gladiator  <br />
<br />
	Talinath nighthawk, known in the arena as the night Talon, named after the raptor’s claws and a play on his name, could feel the adrenalin beginning to flow into his veins as he prepared himself mentally and physically for the fight to come. This day as in many days in the past 5 years of his captivity, TalinathWould be heading into the arena. This unlike some fights was smaller, the crowd only filling perhaps a third of the enormous grandstands surrounding the giant bowl of the open air arena. This meant that the games would be smaller as well. They would be fighting on teams, two on two. Talinath’s eyes swept over his partner and his opponents. To his right stood his hulking cell mate and partner. The game masters thought it was exceedingly funny to pair him with the giant half-orc, seeing that the orcs and elves were long term enemies. Talinath had to admit that it rankled him somewhat to have to fight to defend such a brute, but they had reached a grudging truce and alliance. They shared a mutual hatred for one another but knew within the Arena they depended upon one another for survival. In opposition to his hulking partner, Talinath was much shorter and more slender. He stood between 5 and a half and 6 feet tall, and was leanly muscled, rather than the bulk of his partner.  <br />
<br />
	Their two opponents this day were a lethal looking human woman, with skin as black as onyx, and a Minotaur. Talinath could feel his lip curl at the sight of the bull headed individual. He was a nasty piece of work, especially because Talinath knew that unlike the other three, the Minotaur, like his other brethren who had come to the Grandhaven Games, was no slave, but wanted to fight in the games because they enjoyed the sport of it, the challenge. <br />
<br />
	Talinath then inventoried the weapons of each. The half-orc, nicknamed Lurch after the way that he seemed so awkward when he moved, something that was deceptive and had cost more than one opponent’s life because they underestimated him, held his battle ax. The ax was a wicked two handed affair with twin crescent shaped blades honed to a razor sharp edge. The black woman, nicknamed the wraith wore a curved sword at her belt and was cradling a blow gun in her arms. Seeing the blowgun, Talinath nodded, this meant that she was the member of their team with ranged weapons capabilities, and could kill from a distance, just like Talinath himself. Talinath suspected that she carried precisely 3 darts, just as he carried 3 arrows in his quiver for his bow. The game masters allowed one miss, that’s why they gave 3 arrows rather than the two arrows, one for each opponent. Like the wraith, Talinath also carried a sword, his slender, modeled after the elvish design. This left the Minotaur, or the Bull; his weapon was a wicked looking trident, whose barbed tips glinted in the sunlight. The dripped a substance that looked suspiciously like poison. According to his estimation this meant the teams were fairly evenly matched. <br />
<br />
	All this and more ran through Talinath’s head as he bent and stretched, preparing for battle. Such thoughts were part of his training, and he knew could keep him alive. He had been changed over the past 5 years, changed from the gentle elven healer he had once been, honed into the living weapon he now was. He had had to, necessity dictated he would learn or die. He had been no stranger to combat or military training, for he had served, however never had he been forced to take such a forward role. Never had he been denied the right to practice his religion, his lifestyle, and never had he known his freedom to be stolen away before 5 years ago when the young, for an elf, lordling had been stolen away. <br />
<br />
	The Talinath of today scoffed at the naïve idealist he had been back then, he had honestly thought there was a spark of good in everyone. He was sure now that there was no true goodness left, that it was all just a lie. He had gone from a man who depended on community and society, to knowing that the only one he could depend on was himself, and occasionally the partners assigned to him in the arena. He tried to not form attachments, for few lived long in the arena. Despite this being a lower key fight, there must be someone of high rank in the audience for both Talinath and the wraith had been in the games for years, two of the most long standing members who had survived to this point. They were both crowd favorites. <br />
<br />
	The battle was long and bloody, just as Talinath expected it would be. As he sat in his quarters, staring at the single curtain which was the only divider between his cell mate, Lurch, and him, he replayed the events in his head. They were all too good for ranged weapons to succeed. Talinath had taken a dart to the chest and a second to the inner thigh; however his elven physiology had resisted the poison that they had been coated with, so they were painful wounds but had not proved to be debilitating. His arrows had not seemed to stop the bull, only pissed him off, however the fierce Minotaur had met his end at the ax of Lurch. Talinath had disarmed Wraith. He had stood over her, sword to her throat, a pose he hated. He wished one of them had died in battle, but no, it had ended this way, and now the crowd would decide. Talinath could remember looking up, his green eyes sweeping the crowd, before his eyes settled on a noblewoman, and silently he had held out his hand towards her, palm up. After a moment he had turned his hand over palm down. The crowd had hushed, waiting for the woman to make her decision. The crowd had waited on bated breath; Talinath had waited with baited breath, hoping he would not see the palm down gesture, would not have to kill this honorable woman in cold blood. After a long moment the woman had stuck out her hand, palm up, indicating the fallen female should live. With a nod, Talinath had turned away after offering the Wraith a hand up, something that earned him an equal amount of cheers and jeers, depending on whether or they thought he were mocking her, or simply being kind. She had spat at him, but nevertheless accepted the help up. <br />
<br />
	Talinath waited now. As the victors, they would be rewarded. Victors were offered the services of women to see to their any and every need for that evening, these women, slaves all, were trained in everything from song and dance to exotic lovemaking, from sewing wounds to deep tissue massage, whatever the gladiators required of them. He rarely if ever partook of such “rewards” not wanting to use the women in that way. He would allow them to bandage or sew up his wounds, but rarely anything beyond that. Lurch on the other hand, most of the other gladiators for that matter, looked forward to the women’s visits as the highlight of their existence and even know Talinath could hear the half-orc muttering to himself about what he was going to do to his woman that night. <br />
<br />
	Just as expected, their cell door clanked open and two women were shoved in, obediently each walked into either half of the divided cell. Talinath afforded her only a brief glance before he looked away again, already trying to block out the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, his green eyes boring holes in the black fabric, a color as dark as his hair. <br />
<br />
	Finally he turned to face her, his expression grim, “What are your specialties?” he asked, as if he were at a diner asking about dinner entrees. It wasn’t that he was being rude it was more, he felt badly that he had to go through this charade of listening in exquisite detail what her various talents were, just to tell her he was not interested, but he knew at least he was required to do something, and talking seemed the simple option. He swept the long black hair out of his eyes, rather than tied back from his face with a leather thong as it was often, it hung loose the raven waves reaching his shoulders. He wore a loose flowing tunic that flowed and kept him a little cooler in the heat, the material hid much of his body. He also wore simple pants, like the tunic were in dark muted earth tones. His long hair covered the delicate points of his ears, but if she was at all familiar with the games, all knew he was an elf. His age was somewhat unclear, if he were human he would look to be in his mid 20's, but as an elf he could easily be 5 or 6 times that age.  <br />
<br />
<br />
(Historians note: this story takes place in a world of medieval fantasy, similar to but not existing in any existing fantasy setting.)<br />
<br />
(Moderators note: this thread is closed to LingeringDesire and The_Gladiator. We hope you enjoy our story, and welcome any and all feedback via PM.)]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[UNDER MY THUMB......Shamelessdesires and British Honey32]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44121</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 17:08:26 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[....It was a cool evening in the nightclub, but just like most clubs catering to college students---the college was only less than a mile away, just within staggering distance----it was getting uncomfortably warm inside....there hadn't been an extra seat available for hours, and half the patrons resorted to standing up drinking.  <br />
   Veronica was beginning to enjoy the show, watching the males stumble and nosedive, then hold onto the bar counter, trying so desperately to look like they had it all together.....<br />
    She had her own concerns however...Veronica was a lesbian which already made her search severely resricted...she was looking for a replacement sex slave, an attractive little nymph she could mold into exactly what she wanted.  The last girl lasted barely long enough to be used and not nearly long enough to be properly broken in and trained, despite the fact that she kept her tied and gagged for 3 days before finally letting her down....<br />
   She kept her list of requirements in her mind and rarely updated or changed it.....hair color not an issue....nice tits, preferably in the 34 to 38 D cup range, slender and naive in the ways of kink....she wasn;'t looking for a girl with an established mindset, she wanted one she could train from the bottom up.....<br />
    Veronica glanced at her smart phone....'fuck,' she muttered....'almost midnight and stil not one girl even close to what she wanted....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[....It was a cool evening in the nightclub, but just like most clubs catering to college students---the college was only less than a mile away, just within staggering distance----it was getting uncomfortably warm inside....there hadn't been an extra seat available for hours, and half the patrons resorted to standing up drinking.  <br />
   Veronica was beginning to enjoy the show, watching the males stumble and nosedive, then hold onto the bar counter, trying so desperately to look like they had it all together.....<br />
    She had her own concerns however...Veronica was a lesbian which already made her search severely resricted...she was looking for a replacement sex slave, an attractive little nymph she could mold into exactly what she wanted.  The last girl lasted barely long enough to be used and not nearly long enough to be properly broken in and trained, despite the fact that she kept her tied and gagged for 3 days before finally letting her down....<br />
   She kept her list of requirements in her mind and rarely updated or changed it.....hair color not an issue....nice tits, preferably in the 34 to 38 D cup range, slender and naive in the ways of kink....she wasn;'t looking for a girl with an established mindset, she wanted one she could train from the bottom up.....<br />
    Veronica glanced at her smart phone....'fuck,' she muttered....'almost midnight and stil not one girl even close to what she wanted....]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[My dreadful nightmares (and maybe some delightful dreams)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44120</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 16:53:31 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Well, greetings to whoever wandering soul is reading this  topic at the expenses of knowing what pains is suffering this martyr of a soul. Here i will be writing some out-of-me thoughts about my daily life and some things people may deserve to know. And nothing is more sad than to start with very bad news that really made my eyes water more than once this day...<br />
My college, whom i had a really close relationship with and so did my whole class of twenty-one students, just passed away today when a drunken driver in a truck just rammed her and continued his way. The car was left totaled, and the guy left free because in Uruguay there is a law that states: "A drunken person or under the effects of any alcoholic product, is foreign to any incident produced in this state. The 'drunken' state is per se, free of guilt." So the guy is wandering the streets once again. This shows how little of justice is in this repulsive world...I'm going to be bad for a while now...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Well, greetings to whoever wandering soul is reading this  topic at the expenses of knowing what pains is suffering this martyr of a soul. Here i will be writing some out-of-me thoughts about my daily life and some things people may deserve to know. And nothing is more sad than to start with very bad news that really made my eyes water more than once this day...<br />
My college, whom i had a really close relationship with and so did my whole class of twenty-one students, just passed away today when a drunken driver in a truck just rammed her and continued his way. The car was left totaled, and the guy left free because in Uruguay there is a law that states: "A drunken person or under the effects of any alcoholic product, is foreign to any incident produced in this state. The 'drunken' state is per se, free of guilt." So the guy is wandering the streets once again. This shows how little of justice is in this repulsive world...I'm going to be bad for a while now...]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Keep It in the family (Honeydew & demented-tiger)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44119</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 16:00:15 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Misa sat out by the pool of her family's home. It was a nice warm summer day and as normal no one but her brother was home. the pair had been close all of their life, even though had three years on him. She went to collage near by and was luck to have the day off. Her rainbow colored bikini made her tanned skin look a little darker then it really was. Her blonde curls fell over her shoulders as she took in the sun. Her blue eyes closed against the light.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Misa sat out by the pool of her family's home. It was a nice warm summer day and as normal no one but her brother was home. the pair had been close all of their life, even though had three years on him. She went to collage near by and was luck to have the day off. Her rainbow colored bikini made her tanned skin look a little darker then it really was. Her blonde curls fell over her shoulders as she took in the sun. Her blue eyes closed against the light.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Taboo & Normal RP. (MxF or FxF)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44118</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 14:51:24 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I'm back and looking for new RPs. I only play Female rules, though don't mind playing males if another is needed for just one part.<br />
<br />
What I'm looking for:<br />
Male or Female Partner<br />
Long Term RP<br />
RP over PM or Thread.<br />
<br />
<br />
Plots:<br />
Bold is my rule.<br />
* ones I really wanna do. <br />
<br />
(A*) Brother x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister</span>: This one the brother and sister come from a poor family and share a room. The sister is outgoing and flirty, has a good bit of sex. While the brother is a bit of a nerd, and shy. The sister comes onto the brother, and more or less breaks him out of his shell. They are very careful not to let people know. (I love Twincest)<br />
<br />
(B*) Brother x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister</span>: This brother and sister pair are rich, with parents never around. They have always been a bit odd, and tend to only stick to each other. They have always had a incest type relationship, and aren't to caring of who thinks so. They both tend to be in control of the relationship. (I love Twincest)<br />
<br />
&copy; Father x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Daughter</span>: The mother is dead, and the daughter has taken over the job of the mother. Soon the father starts seeing her as less of a daughter and more of a wife. <br />
<br />
(D) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother</span> x Son: a Mother bring up a teenage son. She is a bit of a fun mom, and flirts all the time with her son. Seeing him as a handsome man. <br />
<br />
(E) Pirate x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Princess</span>: Open to plots<br />
<br />
(F) Knight x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Princess</span>: Open to plots<br />
<br />
(G) Princess x Princess (Or queen): Open to plot<br />
<br />
(H) Sister x Sister: Open To Plot<br />
<br />
(I) Mother x Daughter: Open To Plot]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I'm back and looking for new RPs. I only play Female rules, though don't mind playing males if another is needed for just one part.<br />
<br />
What I'm looking for:<br />
Male or Female Partner<br />
Long Term RP<br />
RP over PM or Thread.<br />
<br />
<br />
Plots:<br />
Bold is my rule.<br />
* ones I really wanna do. <br />
<br />
(A*) Brother x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister</span>: This one the brother and sister come from a poor family and share a room. The sister is outgoing and flirty, has a good bit of sex. While the brother is a bit of a nerd, and shy. The sister comes onto the brother, and more or less breaks him out of his shell. They are very careful not to let people know. (I love Twincest)<br />
<br />
(B*) Brother x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister</span>: This brother and sister pair are rich, with parents never around. They have always been a bit odd, and tend to only stick to each other. They have always had a incest type relationship, and aren't to caring of who thinks so. They both tend to be in control of the relationship. (I love Twincest)<br />
<br />
&copy; Father x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Daughter</span>: The mother is dead, and the daughter has taken over the job of the mother. Soon the father starts seeing her as less of a daughter and more of a wife. <br />
<br />
(D) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother</span> x Son: a Mother bring up a teenage son. She is a bit of a fun mom, and flirts all the time with her son. Seeing him as a handsome man. <br />
<br />
(E) Pirate x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Princess</span>: Open to plots<br />
<br />
(F) Knight x <span style="font-weight: bold;">Princess</span>: Open to plots<br />
<br />
(G) Princess x Princess (Or queen): Open to plot<br />
<br />
(H) Sister x Sister: Open To Plot<br />
<br />
(I) Mother x Daughter: Open To Plot]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Hunting the Hunter (feirharte7 & skydive78)]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44117</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 14:39:04 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[The woods were silent, even the nocturnal animals were still, the humidity of the vast forrest caused a light mist to rise amongst the ferns.  Only a few slithers of moonlight could penetrate the canopy of leaves but the darkness was his ally.  He could sense her nearby, he was close to her, after weeks of tracking her he was finally close. <br />
He flexed his arms and shoulders, he had to stay lithe, she would still be dangerous, very dangerous.  He was tall and powerfully built but he could move silently through the undergrowth, she was close by now.  <br />
His orders were simple, eliminate the wolf presensce in the area, he had kept the region free of them for many years now, it was his feeding ground and he intended to keep it.  He crept forward.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The woods were silent, even the nocturnal animals were still, the humidity of the vast forrest caused a light mist to rise amongst the ferns.  Only a few slithers of moonlight could penetrate the canopy of leaves but the darkness was his ally.  He could sense her nearby, he was close to her, after weeks of tracking her he was finally close. <br />
He flexed his arms and shoulders, he had to stay lithe, she would still be dangerous, very dangerous.  He was tall and powerfully built but he could move silently through the undergrowth, she was close by now.  <br />
His orders were simple, eliminate the wolf presensce in the area, he had kept the region free of them for many years now, it was his feeding ground and he intended to keep it.  He crept forward.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Help me tend to my Garden [MxF] [FutaxF] [FxThing] [Whatever, all genders]]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44116</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 13:50:49 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Alright. If you're reading this, you're a pervert. You're on this site, so we've already established you're a pervert. Before you keep reading, lemme get one thing straight. Consensual sex in the missionary position with the lights off while married for the sole purpose of having a child... is okay. It's also BORING. I don't want a long-drawn realistic romance. That's for reality. This is fiction, so we're going to make some fuck crazy impossible scenarios here. Got it? Good.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">About me:</span></span><br />
I play more submissive roles. Get bent over, get fucked, get pregnant. We can make it much more elaborate than that I hope. I can dominate, but I need a mood and inspiration for that. So, by default, I'm bottom bitch.<br />
<br />
Hermaphrodites, males, shemales, females. They're not all the same to me, but I can play em all regardless. Playing as different genders is always fun for me. Regardless of what tools my characters have, they're normally a feminine persona. I want to craft stories with plenty of fucking inside of it. If you want a scenario where you're the one in control, I think I can help. I don't want a long drawn out first few pages of nothing but buildup towards one sex scene. I care about background and plot, the setting has to make sense, but I don't want that keeping us from the good part for too long. All I want is something more than just 'Meet n' fuck'.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Requirements:</span></span><br />
I need more than one sentence to work with. A paragraph or two minimum. I will also say I'm not going to type out five paragraphs with each post. You can, but I can't. That simple. If you're cool with that, cool.<br />
<br />
I want perfect spelling and grammar. I'm also aware you're human, and I may not get that. I'm not perfect either. You don't need perfect spelling or grammar but don't kill the English language with every word you type, please? Try to remember what you learned in school. I want effort.<br />
<br />
I prefer forum threads above all else. I can do IM if that's all you use. PM methods won't do. I have some obscure hours for being available that can change at a whim.<br />
<br />
Be active. Post more than twice a week, please. I reserve the right to abandon you if you abandon me without notice. That doesn't mean we can't pick up what we have if you do show up again, but don't get pissy with me if I happen to refuse.<br />
<br />
Imagination, damnit! You're not restricted by the laws of physics and biology here. They're more like guidelines at this point.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kinks:</span></span><br />
<a href="http://www.f-list.net/c/49th" target="_blank">F-list</a><br />
This list can give you a rough idea. If it's not in the 'no' section, then it's optional. Everything else is not set in stone, I left quite a bit unlisted on purpose. You curious about something, ask. I'll answer. <br />
<br />
Above all else, there's three things that I love. If you can fufill one or two of these, you can reign me in for a story. These are requirements unless you give me the smut script of the century.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Breeding:</span> Above ALL ELSE, life exists to create more life, more of itself. Offspring. This is what sex is made for. Use it. Use me. Propagate your species through me. Whether it's putting them in me, you, or something else, creating future generations with your help shows you're doing your part for your race. Helping produce strong, healthy children is a sign you're successful in life. Can I help you know that feeling?<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Transformation:</span> Often, I start with a more normal or unremarkable character. Human. Using them for fucking is great, but what if they had a little more something, huh? What if you had the power to sculpt them into something more, ideal, for your desires. A gender change maybe? Think your mate could use a body shape not unlike your species? More breasts, larger breasts, a larger dick, more dicks? I'm sure they'll thank you for making the both of you more compatible.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Corruption:</span> Not only alterations to the body, but the mind as well. Having something pure and full of pride be reduced to a begging slut is always an experience with benefits I'd love to share with you. I like my characters to end the story way different than how they started, slowly being taught and trained that this is what they always wanted. The only way they feel useful is being used by you. Make them enjoy it.<br />
<br />
Most other things in the f-list are nice, but secondary. Tentacles? Always  fun. A limb and a cock for each hole and more. Furries and giant animals or monsters aren't forbidden fruit for me either. Inter-species relationships in general are a bit of a turn on for me. Consensual or non-consensual I can work with, whether or not they want it at the start, they consent at the end, right?<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current Requests</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">We are currently vacant!</span><br />
--Ideas go here, please hold--<br />
<br />
I actually have a few threads going already. They're pretty long term and thought out. I don't want too many RPs on my hands at the same time, but if you want me for a role, I can still agree to something a bit more short term. You know, a quickie. Just post here, send me a PM, and we can put our heads together so we can put bodies together.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Alright. If you're reading this, you're a pervert. You're on this site, so we've already established you're a pervert. Before you keep reading, lemme get one thing straight. Consensual sex in the missionary position with the lights off while married for the sole purpose of having a child... is okay. It's also BORING. I don't want a long-drawn realistic romance. That's for reality. This is fiction, so we're going to make some fuck crazy impossible scenarios here. Got it? Good.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">About me:</span></span><br />
I play more submissive roles. Get bent over, get fucked, get pregnant. We can make it much more elaborate than that I hope. I can dominate, but I need a mood and inspiration for that. So, by default, I'm bottom bitch.<br />
<br />
Hermaphrodites, males, shemales, females. They're not all the same to me, but I can play em all regardless. Playing as different genders is always fun for me. Regardless of what tools my characters have, they're normally a feminine persona. I want to craft stories with plenty of fucking inside of it. If you want a scenario where you're the one in control, I think I can help. I don't want a long drawn out first few pages of nothing but buildup towards one sex scene. I care about background and plot, the setting has to make sense, but I don't want that keeping us from the good part for too long. All I want is something more than just 'Meet n' fuck'.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Requirements:</span></span><br />
I need more than one sentence to work with. A paragraph or two minimum. I will also say I'm not going to type out five paragraphs with each post. You can, but I can't. That simple. If you're cool with that, cool.<br />
<br />
I want perfect spelling and grammar. I'm also aware you're human, and I may not get that. I'm not perfect either. You don't need perfect spelling or grammar but don't kill the English language with every word you type, please? Try to remember what you learned in school. I want effort.<br />
<br />
I prefer forum threads above all else. I can do IM if that's all you use. PM methods won't do. I have some obscure hours for being available that can change at a whim.<br />
<br />
Be active. Post more than twice a week, please. I reserve the right to abandon you if you abandon me without notice. That doesn't mean we can't pick up what we have if you do show up again, but don't get pissy with me if I happen to refuse.<br />
<br />
Imagination, damnit! You're not restricted by the laws of physics and biology here. They're more like guidelines at this point.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kinks:</span></span><br />
<a href="http://www.f-list.net/c/49th" target="_blank">F-list</a><br />
This list can give you a rough idea. If it's not in the 'no' section, then it's optional. Everything else is not set in stone, I left quite a bit unlisted on purpose. You curious about something, ask. I'll answer. <br />
<br />
Above all else, there's three things that I love. If you can fufill one or two of these, you can reign me in for a story. These are requirements unless you give me the smut script of the century.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Breeding:</span> Above ALL ELSE, life exists to create more life, more of itself. Offspring. This is what sex is made for. Use it. Use me. Propagate your species through me. Whether it's putting them in me, you, or something else, creating future generations with your help shows you're doing your part for your race. Helping produce strong, healthy children is a sign you're successful in life. Can I help you know that feeling?<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Transformation:</span> Often, I start with a more normal or unremarkable character. Human. Using them for fucking is great, but what if they had a little more something, huh? What if you had the power to sculpt them into something more, ideal, for your desires. A gender change maybe? Think your mate could use a body shape not unlike your species? More breasts, larger breasts, a larger dick, more dicks? I'm sure they'll thank you for making the both of you more compatible.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Corruption:</span> Not only alterations to the body, but the mind as well. Having something pure and full of pride be reduced to a begging slut is always an experience with benefits I'd love to share with you. I like my characters to end the story way different than how they started, slowly being taught and trained that this is what they always wanted. The only way they feel useful is being used by you. Make them enjoy it.<br />
<br />
Most other things in the f-list are nice, but secondary. Tentacles? Always  fun. A limb and a cock for each hole and more. Furries and giant animals or monsters aren't forbidden fruit for me either. Inter-species relationships in general are a bit of a turn on for me. Consensual or non-consensual I can work with, whether or not they want it at the start, they consent at the end, right?<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current Requests</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">We are currently vacant!</span><br />
--Ideas go here, please hold--<br />
<br />
I actually have a few threads going already. They're pretty long term and thought out. I don't want too many RPs on my hands at the same time, but if you want me for a role, I can still agree to something a bit more short term. You know, a quickie. Just post here, send me a PM, and we can put our heads together so we can put bodies together.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Help me tend to my Garden [MxF] [FutaxF] [FxThing] [Whatever, all genders]]]></title>
			<link>http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=44115</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 13:46:42 -0500</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Alright. If you're reading this, you're a pervert. You're on this site, so we've already established you're a pervert. Before you keep reading, lemme get one thing straight. Consensual sex in the missionary position with the lights off while married for the sole purpose of having a child... is okay. It's also BORING. I don't want a long-drawn realistic romance. That's for reality. This is fiction, so we're going to make some fuck crazy impossible scenarios here. Got it? Good.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">About me:</span></span><br />
I play more submissive roles. Get bent over, get fucked, get pregnant. We can make it much more elaborate than that I hope. I can dominate, but I need a mood and inspiration for that. So, by default, I'm bottom bitch.<br />
<br />
Hermaphrodites, males, shemales, females. They're not all the same to me, but I can play em all regardless. Playing as different genders is always fun for me. Regardless of what tools my characters have, they're normally a feminine persona. I want to craft stories with plenty of fucking inside of it. If you want a scenario where you're the one in control, I think I can help. I don't want a long drawn out first few pages of nothing but buildup towards one sex scene. I care about background and plot, the setting has to make sense, but I don't want that keeping us from the good part for too long. All I want is something more than just 'Meet n' fuck'.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Requirements:</span></span><br />
I need more than one sentence to work with. A paragraph or two minimum. I will also say I'm not going to type out five paragraphs with each post. You can, but I can't. That simple. If you're cool with that, cool.<br />
<br />
I want perfect spelling and grammar. I'm also aware you're human, and I may not get that. I'm not perfect either. You don't need perfect spelling or grammar but don't kill the English language with every word you type, please? Try to remember what you learned in school. I want effort.<br />
<br />
I prefer forum threads above all else. I can do IM if that's all you use. PM methods won't do. I have some obscure hours for being available that can change at a whim.<br />
<br />
Be active. Post more than twice a week, please. I reserve the right to abandon you if you abandon me without notice. That doesn't mean we can't pick up what we have if you do show up again, but don't get pissy with me if I happen to refuse.<br />
<br />
Imagination, damnit! You're not restricted by the laws of physics and biology here. They're more like guidelines at this point.<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kinks:</span></span><br />
<a href="http://www.f-list.net/c/49th" target="_blank">F-list</a><br />
This list can give you a rough idea. If it's not in the 'no' section, then it's optional. Everything else is not set in stone, I left quite a bit unlisted on purpose. You curious about something, ask. I'll answer. <br />
<br />
Above all else, there's three things that I love. If you can fufill one or two of these, you can reign me in for a story. These are requirements unless you give me the smut script of the century.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Breeding:</span> Above ALL ELSE, life exists to create more life, more of itself. Offspring. This is what sex is made for. Use it. Use me. Propagate your species through me. Whether it's putting them in me, you, or something else, creating future generations with your help shows you're doing your part for your race. Helping produce strong, healthy children is a sign you're successful in life. Can I help you know that feeling?<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Transformation:</span> Often, I start with a more normal or unremarkable character. Human. Using them for fucking is great, but what if they had a little more something, huh? What if you had the power to sculpt them into something more, ideal, for your desires. A gender change maybe? Think your mate could use a body shape not unlike your species? More breasts, larger breasts, a larger dick, more dicks? I'm sure they'll thank you for making the both of you more compatible.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Corruption:</span> Not only alterations to the body, but the mind as well. Having something pure and full of pride be reduced to a begging slut is always an experience with benefits I'd love to share with you. I like my characters to end the story way different than how they started, slowly being taught and trained that this is what they always wanted. The only way they feel useful is being used by you. Make them enjoy it.<br />
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Most other things in the f-list are nice, but secondary. Tentacles? Always  fun. A limb and a cock for each hole and more. Furries and giant animals or monsters aren't forbidden fruit for me either. Inter-species relationships in general are a bit of a turn on for me. Consensual or non-consensual I can work with, whether or not they want it at the start, they consent at the end, right?<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current Requests</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">We are currently vacant!</span><br />
--Ideas go here, please hold--<br />
<br />
I actually have a few threads going already. They're pretty long term and thought out. I don't want too many RPs on my hands at the same time, but if you want me for a role, I can still agree to something a bit more short term. You know, a quickie. Just post here, send me a PM, and we can put our heads together so we can put bodies together.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Alright. If you're reading this, you're a pervert. You're on this site, so we've already established you're a pervert. Before you keep reading, lemme get one thing straight. Consensual sex in the missionary position with the lights off while married for the sole purpose of having a child... is okay. It's also BORING. I don't want a long-drawn realistic romance. That's for reality. This is fiction, so we're going to make some fuck crazy impossible scenarios here. Got it? Good.<br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">About me:</span></span><br />
I play more submissive roles. Get bent over, get fucked, get pregnant. We can make it much more elaborate than that I hope. I can dominate, but I need a mood and inspiration for that. So, by default, I'm bottom bitch.<br />
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Hermaphrodites, males, shemales, females. They're not all the same to me, but I can play em all regardless. Playing as different genders is always fun for me. Regardless of what tools my characters have, they're normally a feminine persona. I want to craft stories with plenty of fucking inside of it. If you want a scenario where you're the one in control, I think I can help. I don't want a long drawn out first few pages of nothing but buildup towards one sex scene. I care about background and plot, the setting has to make sense, but I don't want that keeping us from the good part for too long. All I want is something more than just 'Meet n' fuck'.<br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Requirements:</span></span><br />
I need more than one sentence to work with. A paragraph or two minimum. I will also say I'm not going to type out five paragraphs with each post. You can, but I can't. That simple. If you're cool with that, cool.<br />
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I want perfect spelling and grammar. I'm also aware you're human, and I may not get that. I'm not perfect either. You don't need perfect spelling or grammar but don't kill the English language with every word you type, please? Try to remember what you learned in school. I want effort.<br />
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I prefer forum threads above all else. I can do IM if that's all you use. PM methods won't do. I have some obscure hours for being available that can change at a whim.<br />
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Be active. Post more than twice a week, please. I reserve the right to abandon you if you abandon me without notice. That doesn't mean we can't pick up what we have if you do show up again, but don't get pissy with me if I happen to refuse.<br />
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Imagination, damnit! You're not restricted by the laws of physics and biology here. They're more like guidelines at this point.<br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kinks:</span></span><br />
<a href="http://www.f-list.net/c/49th" target="_blank">F-list</a><br />
This list can give you a rough idea. If it's not in the 'no' section, then it's optional. Everything else is not set in stone, I left quite a bit unlisted on purpose. You curious about something, ask. I'll answer. <br />
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Above all else, there's three things that I love. If you can fufill one or two of these, you can reign me in for a story. These are requirements unless you give me the smut script of the century.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Breeding:</span> Above ALL ELSE, life exists to create more life, more of itself. Offspring. This is what sex is made for. Use it. Use me. Propagate your species through me. Whether it's putting them in me, you, or something else, creating future generations with your help shows you're doing your part for your race. Helping produce strong, healthy children is a sign you're successful in life. Can I help you know that feeling?<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Transformation:</span> Often, I start with a more normal or unremarkable character. Human. Using them for fucking is great, but what if they had a little more something, huh? What if you had the power to sculpt them into something more, ideal, for your desires. A gender change maybe? Think your mate could use a body shape not unlike your species? More breasts, larger breasts, a larger dick, more dicks? I'm sure they'll thank you for making the both of you more compatible.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Corruption:</span> Not only alterations to the body, but the mind as well. Having something pure and full of pride be reduced to a begging slut is always an experience with benefits I'd love to share with you. I like my characters to end the story way different than how they started, slowly being taught and trained that this is what they always wanted. The only way they feel useful is being used by you. Make them enjoy it.<br />
<br />
Most other things in the f-list are nice, but secondary. Tentacles? Always  fun. A limb and a cock for each hole and more. Furries and giant animals or monsters aren't forbidden fruit for me either. Inter-species relationships in general are a bit of a turn on for me. Consensual or non-consensual I can work with, whether or not they want it at the start, they consent at the end, right?<br />
<br />
<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Current Requests</span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">We are currently vacant!</span><br />
--Ideas go here, please hold--<br />
<br />
I actually have a few threads going already. They're pretty long term and thought out. I don't want too many RPs on my hands at the same time, but if you want me for a role, I can still agree to something a bit more short term. You know, a quickie. Just post here, send me a PM, and we can put our heads together so we can put bodies together.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[finally here.]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[It has been a long time coming but i finally did it. i found this site. i spent months looking for the rp site i had heard of and this was it.<br />
  but anyway u can call me ur hero. if i get to know you i might tell you my real name.  I can roleplay about anything really but i tend to lean toward incest or vampires aand werewolves. but like i said i can do anything. i can write multiple paragrapgs and be very detail oriented. i actually prefer if u do the same. but i am willing to work with amateurs.<br />
  so yea I'm looking forward to many many smiles, maybe knowing i turned someone on, and just fun. i like making friends. so hit me up. shoot me some ideas and we can get started.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It has been a long time coming but i finally did it. i found this site. i spent months looking for the rp site i had heard of and this was it.<br />
  but anyway u can call me ur hero. if i get to know you i might tell you my real name.  I can roleplay about anything really but i tend to lean toward incest or vampires aand werewolves. but like i said i can do anything. i can write multiple paragrapgs and be very detail oriented. i actually prefer if u do the same. but i am willing to work with amateurs.<br />
  so yea I'm looking forward to many many smiles, maybe knowing i turned someone on, and just fun. i like making friends. so hit me up. shoot me some ideas and we can get started.]]></content:encoded>
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