Post sample of a Witcher based RP. Second or third post:
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Witchers were not like simple men and women. They thought like natural hunters, acted like natural hunters and inspired fear just like natural hunters. The Nilfgaardian Empire and the Northern Kingdom were filled with crazy bastards and mercenaries that could could kill for sport and inspire fear in whole villages and, even like that, none of them approached the level of respect and the aura of mystery invoked by Witchers. If the fat man and his friend were not completely overwhelmed by the alcohol clogging their bloodstreams they wouldn't have approached the ashen haired girl saying a bunch of bullshit like they were talking to an ordinary, dirty whore. In fact, both of them were lucky enough that they could still breath after the brief and aggressive conversation. Maybe Onshiria blessed them with extra luck for the night?
“S-s-sorry I… m-my… thro---throat” the fat man gasped, his eyeballs almost doubling in size and his color quickly becoming violet as a small strand of saliva ran down across the corner of his mouth. Now that was the perfect medicine to battle the drunk fucker, right? It was funny how quickly he became aware of what was happening once Ciri decided to show her predatory instincts. He wasn't joking anymore, or trying to be funny. He was scared, and Ciri knew the face of fear like no one else. “M-miss… won´t happen again, can I…”
He wasn't able to finish his own sentence, gasping even more for air once Ciri released him. The man almost fell to his knees, holding his own throat and giving it a nice, long massage. His friend watched the fat man as if he could be the next target of the Witcher´s ire. “P-please, my lady, don´t cut off our cocks! If you really have to, cut his cock but leave mine alone, please” the man looked like he was about to cry. “Look, I will bring you more wine. And beer. And whatever you want to eat, please!”
Ashford was feeling bad for the pair of pathetic friends. Sure, they were two assholes that needed to be teached a lesson, but cutting off their cocks or stabbing them to death maybe was a little bit too extreme… more so with so many witnesses and families around. Bah. The young man cleared his throat and forced a soft smile. “Well, there is an easy and simple way to keep your cocks still connected to your bodies. Just turn around, go home and sleep. Oh, and apologize to the young woman. Do not wake up until the day after tomorrow, do we have a deal?”
“Y-yes, sir. We are sorry, ma'am!” They didn't say anything else. Both men turned around and walked so fast that it seemed like there were ghouls chasing them. Ashford turned his attention back to Ciri now that they were gone. Wew, what a way to start the night, hm? His eyes seemed to glow for a brief second as he lost himself deep inside her emerald irises. Ciri could feel his warm breath covering the gentle features of her face, and the feeling wasn´t that much different from the wine that filled her belly and made her all fuzzy inside. “Feral bitches are my favorite types of prey, if I am being completely honest. It´s always a thrill to go after them and, sometimes, they show me a trick or two that always manages to impress me”. The man refused to blink, getting closer to the Witcher, her salty smell confronting his pure, expensive fragrance. From where she was, it was possible to notice how he towered over her, his broad shoulders just a result of years of training killing monsters. “Ciri, wasn't it? I am sorry. Not all people in Salt Bank Harbor are completely idiots like those guys. Most of them are, sure, but there are still some good souls out here. I mean, they give us free drink and food, some of them must be nice, right?”
“Anyway, I see that you don't need a bodyguard, but I can still be your official couple for the night, if you still desire. Thankfully there is still time left until the dance starts, and a lot to see here” Ashford showed some areas around, pointing at them with his fingers. Not that far away from there, Ciri could see a small wooden booth where a man and a woman were laughing, grabbing darts and throwing them at what looked like balloons full of air. Sometimes the balloons popped in a loud bang and the woman clapped her hands, receiving a small doll from the man that stayed inside the box. There was also another booth not that far away, but this one sold a bunch of different types of candies, like sweety candy apples that probably tasted heavenly. Finally, a little more distant than them, there was a man that looked like a fortune teller, reading and playing cards to couples in love and friends that decided to approach him.
Funny enough, there was also what looked like a distant lake next to a couple of farmhouses at the top of a small hill, the space almost completely in the dark and only showing dozens of tiny houses and a windmill once the fireworks exploded in the sky, coloring the clouds in numerous colors. It made sense that the farms looked almost abandoned, since almost everyone in Salt Lake Harbor had come to the main square to enjoy the music and games. And yeah, the lake wasn't exactly part of the main festivities, but it could be a nice plan B if Ciri so desired to finally take a bath instead of sticking around and checking out the booths, or playing gwent.
“Oh yeah, the farms. Not exactly part of the festival, but a nice place to enjoy a drink in peace either way. And I know where they keep a secret stash of the finest wine there”.
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