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A Meticulously Kept Record
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demy
Super-Earth
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- Mar 25, 2020
Things will start off with a few opening posts...While these rps have been retired, the characters that resulted from them are ones I enjoy writing for again. 
Matilda felt rather plain.
Small and seemingly inconsequential when placed against the backdrop of the mansion before her. Simply standing on its steps the small creature found herself subdued. Not that she was an expressive sort. Blinking her brown eyes rather dully she glanced back down at her outfit for the second time since arriving.
It swamped her slight figure. The grey wool sweater a size too big. The collared black dress underneath it barely poking out. The sticks that serves as her legs were dressed in brown leggings ending in flats. It was the best she could do. Like many of her nature money was not something easily earned unless you were part of a hive.
It was why despite her misgivings Matilda had accepted this interview.
The sun was very low. She had paid for a taxi. The long drive had given her time to perk up and ready herself. It would be the first time in a year she had properly spoken to someone.
With a silent sigh she finally reached up to ring the doorbell.
Her hand was very pale. The dark tresses of her hair were tied back revealing a face that might have been considered sickly for a human. The large birthmark that splashed across her face the only bit of color. The bruise like hue stretched across her cheek, dabbing the corner of her mouth and neck.
Matilda wasn't exactly pretty in the common use for the word. For a vampire she was considered to be in good condition. She looked about 18 though she suspected older. It was hard to say. A minute had passed. A minute of her hand hovering over the doorbell. Blinking the vampire gave herself a little shake and finally gave it a ring.
Small and seemingly inconsequential when placed against the backdrop of the mansion before her. Simply standing on its steps the small creature found herself subdued. Not that she was an expressive sort. Blinking her brown eyes rather dully she glanced back down at her outfit for the second time since arriving.
It swamped her slight figure. The grey wool sweater a size too big. The collared black dress underneath it barely poking out. The sticks that serves as her legs were dressed in brown leggings ending in flats. It was the best she could do. Like many of her nature money was not something easily earned unless you were part of a hive.
It was why despite her misgivings Matilda had accepted this interview.
The sun was very low. She had paid for a taxi. The long drive had given her time to perk up and ready herself. It would be the first time in a year she had properly spoken to someone.
With a silent sigh she finally reached up to ring the doorbell.
Her hand was very pale. The dark tresses of her hair were tied back revealing a face that might have been considered sickly for a human. The large birthmark that splashed across her face the only bit of color. The bruise like hue stretched across her cheek, dabbing the corner of her mouth and neck.
Matilda wasn't exactly pretty in the common use for the word. For a vampire she was considered to be in good condition. She looked about 18 though she suspected older. It was hard to say. A minute had passed. A minute of her hand hovering over the doorbell. Blinking the vampire gave herself a little shake and finally gave it a ring.
Anges kept a perfect household.
It was well known tidying kept the demons away.
Her kitchen was immaculate. Living room straight from a magazine. The flower boxes on her windows hosted a color coordinated array of specimens. The basement could use some work but well placed furniture had covered up the bloodstains.
She was more careful now.
It had been a drizzling Saturday. Anges was late to rise, the shadows on the neighborhood long as the sun sunk under the line of houses. The seemingly young women poured a light snack from her fridge, settling down to work at her budget in the sun room. Sheer curtains protected her from the rays until the sun vanished and her yards lights turned on.
Rising pale arms above her head Anges stretched lightly before closing her laptop. Sitting there she might have looked like a college freshman. Long black hair pulled promptly into a ponytail, dressed in a cozy warm sweater tucked into cuffed mom jeans.
Ange was rather delighted when such things had come back into style.
Her neighbors were under the impression she took online classes from another timezone, living off family money. Keeping things close to the truth always worked best.
Getting up she went to kitchen to rinse her glass. The water ran pink. Sticking to routine she turned away to start housekeeping, only to pause turning her her head to look out the window. It wasn't often she saw anyone else out and about. There was a young man in the porch of the house next door.
A new neighbor?
Anges frowned. Change was not something she enjoyed.
It was well known tidying kept the demons away.
Her kitchen was immaculate. Living room straight from a magazine. The flower boxes on her windows hosted a color coordinated array of specimens. The basement could use some work but well placed furniture had covered up the bloodstains.
She was more careful now.
It had been a drizzling Saturday. Anges was late to rise, the shadows on the neighborhood long as the sun sunk under the line of houses. The seemingly young women poured a light snack from her fridge, settling down to work at her budget in the sun room. Sheer curtains protected her from the rays until the sun vanished and her yards lights turned on.
Rising pale arms above her head Anges stretched lightly before closing her laptop. Sitting there she might have looked like a college freshman. Long black hair pulled promptly into a ponytail, dressed in a cozy warm sweater tucked into cuffed mom jeans.
Ange was rather delighted when such things had come back into style.
Her neighbors were under the impression she took online classes from another timezone, living off family money. Keeping things close to the truth always worked best.
Getting up she went to kitchen to rinse her glass. The water ran pink. Sticking to routine she turned away to start housekeeping, only to pause turning her her head to look out the window. It wasn't often she saw anyone else out and about. There was a young man in the porch of the house next door.
A new neighbor?
Anges frowned. Change was not something she enjoyed.
It was a deary day.
Grey clouds made up the entirety of the sky. Every now and than they would drizzle onto the city below. A subtle reminder to stay indoors. In the older parts of the city the streets were narrow and dark, cobbled stones shining while streams of water ran between them.
The bookshop on the corner poured golden light into the dismal street. A warm invitation that was left largely unheeded. The bell had only rung twice that day. When it first opened and when a fellow with no umbrella had came in to escape the rain.
Grant had looked up his book, voice drifting out from the back shelves in a toneless question.
"Anything I can help you with sir?"
No reply. Moments later the fellow left. Grant went back to his reading. It wasn't exactly the most tasteful material (the latest in an adult romance series) but he wanted to get another chapter in before his co-worker arrived. It was about that time. He glanced up at the wall clock. Fives minutes to the hour. Grey eyes darted back to the inked page.
Hiring her had not been his choice. Most of time she felt like an invader marching on his personal peace.
Grant was an older gentleman. If you asked he would grumble his age. 39 going on 40. Grey hairs now speckled his black hair and face. When he smiled lines spread out from the corners of his eyes. Not that the guy smiled much. He had worked at the bookshop for 3 years. Leaving his last employment on rocky terms this had been a in the meantime scenario. Now he found the place suited him. A fast becoming relic among old books. Dressed in black slacks, a white shirt and blue dust apron he very much fit in the overall atheistic. He even cared enough to keep himself presentable. Black hair swept back and cuffs folded neatly up his forearms. The apron was a little sloppy.
It was peaceful working at the bookshop even if it didn't pay well. It was the sort of carefree existence he had never seen himself leading..
No Grant was in no hurry to change things.
Grey clouds made up the entirety of the sky. Every now and than they would drizzle onto the city below. A subtle reminder to stay indoors. In the older parts of the city the streets were narrow and dark, cobbled stones shining while streams of water ran between them.
The bookshop on the corner poured golden light into the dismal street. A warm invitation that was left largely unheeded. The bell had only rung twice that day. When it first opened and when a fellow with no umbrella had came in to escape the rain.
Grant had looked up his book, voice drifting out from the back shelves in a toneless question.
"Anything I can help you with sir?"
No reply. Moments later the fellow left. Grant went back to his reading. It wasn't exactly the most tasteful material (the latest in an adult romance series) but he wanted to get another chapter in before his co-worker arrived. It was about that time. He glanced up at the wall clock. Fives minutes to the hour. Grey eyes darted back to the inked page.
Hiring her had not been his choice. Most of time she felt like an invader marching on his personal peace.
Grant was an older gentleman. If you asked he would grumble his age. 39 going on 40. Grey hairs now speckled his black hair and face. When he smiled lines spread out from the corners of his eyes. Not that the guy smiled much. He had worked at the bookshop for 3 years. Leaving his last employment on rocky terms this had been a in the meantime scenario. Now he found the place suited him. A fast becoming relic among old books. Dressed in black slacks, a white shirt and blue dust apron he very much fit in the overall atheistic. He even cared enough to keep himself presentable. Black hair swept back and cuffs folded neatly up his forearms. The apron was a little sloppy.
It was peaceful working at the bookshop even if it didn't pay well. It was the sort of carefree existence he had never seen himself leading..
No Grant was in no hurry to change things.
Mercury was bored.
Pickings that night at The Old Stone Bridge were horribly slim. The bar had largely been taken over by a horde of adult children. While Mercury was about their age she could not relate with the college kids. They simply lived in entirely different worlds.
Sighing she took a moment to survey from her spot in the corner. Mercury had really been about to give up and than...something very delicious decided to walk in.
The man was big. A tough guy look with the confidence to back it up. The night suddenly looked promising...a very fun and very enriching one?
Mercury smiled primly and got up from her seat. She was a rather delicate creature. Long purple tresses framing a soft sweetheart face. Dark shadow framed playful eyes, lighting up an inhuman blue. Small gold flecks flicking in and out of existence added an enchanting quality.
The young lady took her time.. Mercury was in no hurry and wanted to give him a proper look. The black romper she wore showed off lithe legs. The simple block heels she wore adding an extra perk to her step. Straps from her undergarment crossed over her shoulders in triangle patterns. A simple golden chain wrapped around her neck like a choker, the end trailing all the way down between the gentle swell of her chest.
"Is this seat taken?" Mercury mused when she arrived next to the stranger. Smirking she sat down without actually waiting for an answer. Her elbow slipped onto the counter, her palm cradling her chin as she leaned toward the mans proximity.
He really was quite large.
Pickings that night at The Old Stone Bridge were horribly slim. The bar had largely been taken over by a horde of adult children. While Mercury was about their age she could not relate with the college kids. They simply lived in entirely different worlds.
Sighing she took a moment to survey from her spot in the corner. Mercury had really been about to give up and than...something very delicious decided to walk in.
The man was big. A tough guy look with the confidence to back it up. The night suddenly looked promising...a very fun and very enriching one?
Mercury smiled primly and got up from her seat. She was a rather delicate creature. Long purple tresses framing a soft sweetheart face. Dark shadow framed playful eyes, lighting up an inhuman blue. Small gold flecks flicking in and out of existence added an enchanting quality.
The young lady took her time.. Mercury was in no hurry and wanted to give him a proper look. The black romper she wore showed off lithe legs. The simple block heels she wore adding an extra perk to her step. Straps from her undergarment crossed over her shoulders in triangle patterns. A simple golden chain wrapped around her neck like a choker, the end trailing all the way down between the gentle swell of her chest.
"Is this seat taken?" Mercury mused when she arrived next to the stranger. Smirking she sat down without actually waiting for an answer. Her elbow slipped onto the counter, her palm cradling her chin as she leaned toward the mans proximity.
He really was quite large.
Arwen had not known what to make of it.
The anomaly had been picked up by her spacecraft. Out of available crew she had been selected as their second science officer to investigate. Sent out in one of their small round shutter crafts Arwen had distanced herself within safe distance.
Everything should have been procedure. Some simple scans and observation. It had seemed for all intensive perhaps a wormhole, something science had so far only confirmed though theory.
A staggering discovery.
Arwen had been too reckless. The shuttle must have drawn too close though upon reflecting back she should have still fallen within a safe distance.
What had happened?
Her head hurt too much to think about it now.
Arwen could not recall her time within the wormhole, only her first sight of the alien planet moments before the systems in her small craft had blown. The following pressure of the crash landing had led to another blackout. Shaking hands had fumbled for the latch of the shuttle hours later, her thoughts too scattered to think sensibly.
She could have died if not for the breathable air that came rushing in. The world outside was an onslaught of color and sound.
The science officer stared out into a jungle. The sand below her feet was a vibrant pink, her hands reached out to cup the fine minerals. Swallowing she turned toward the river shore, looking out onto the calm clear water, hued by the sand below its surface. Her gaze further looked up into the pale green sky in which two moons looked back.
"Incredible," Arwen murmured unable to form more intelligent words. There was a gash in her temple and had to assume she had experienced some minor head trauma.
It did not dim the strange beauty around her. Where was she? What was this place? As her mind started fought to clear she heard the unmistakable sound of something rustling in the blue foliage. Arwen turned to the sound scooting until her back pressed into the shuttle.
Whatever it was would emerge to find a small human female dressed in a simple blue jumpsuit. Her face seemed pale, form shaky. The strands of her short brunette hair in disarray around the soft shape of her face in with blue eyes starring out.
The anomaly had been picked up by her spacecraft. Out of available crew she had been selected as their second science officer to investigate. Sent out in one of their small round shutter crafts Arwen had distanced herself within safe distance.
Everything should have been procedure. Some simple scans and observation. It had seemed for all intensive perhaps a wormhole, something science had so far only confirmed though theory.
A staggering discovery.
Arwen had been too reckless. The shuttle must have drawn too close though upon reflecting back she should have still fallen within a safe distance.
What had happened?
Her head hurt too much to think about it now.
Arwen could not recall her time within the wormhole, only her first sight of the alien planet moments before the systems in her small craft had blown. The following pressure of the crash landing had led to another blackout. Shaking hands had fumbled for the latch of the shuttle hours later, her thoughts too scattered to think sensibly.
She could have died if not for the breathable air that came rushing in. The world outside was an onslaught of color and sound.
The science officer stared out into a jungle. The sand below her feet was a vibrant pink, her hands reached out to cup the fine minerals. Swallowing she turned toward the river shore, looking out onto the calm clear water, hued by the sand below its surface. Her gaze further looked up into the pale green sky in which two moons looked back.
"Incredible," Arwen murmured unable to form more intelligent words. There was a gash in her temple and had to assume she had experienced some minor head trauma.
It did not dim the strange beauty around her. Where was she? What was this place? As her mind started fought to clear she heard the unmistakable sound of something rustling in the blue foliage. Arwen turned to the sound scooting until her back pressed into the shuttle.
Whatever it was would emerge to find a small human female dressed in a simple blue jumpsuit. Her face seemed pale, form shaky. The strands of her short brunette hair in disarray around the soft shape of her face in with blue eyes starring out.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Tabitha slipped on pink tinted specs before stepping out onto her porch. At her side trailed a large Doberman Pincher. Duke.
The young witch preferred cloudy days but she would make due. It was pretty warm which with her preference for black might have been a problem if she hadn't dressed lightly. A light black band shirt tucked into a matching skirt with a little flare to its short length.
Her hair was tied back, wavy pink length framed by close shaven sides. A god send in hot weather. It also had the added benefit of showing off some of her black tipped piercings.
It was a vibe.
Tabitha had a favorite spot to visit on their walks. On main street there was a old fashioned little ice cream parlor. The older women who owned the place had a soft spot for the Doberman Pincher and would always give him a scoop of vanilla for free.
Today the young witch got herself a scope of moon mist. Sitting at the red cafe tables outside the two companions enjoyed their ice cream while watching the milling townsfolk. It seemed everyone was out enjoying the weather.
Tabitha slipped on pink tinted specs before stepping out onto her porch. At her side trailed a large Doberman Pincher. Duke.
The young witch preferred cloudy days but she would make due. It was pretty warm which with her preference for black might have been a problem if she hadn't dressed lightly. A light black band shirt tucked into a matching skirt with a little flare to its short length.
Her hair was tied back, wavy pink length framed by close shaven sides. A god send in hot weather. It also had the added benefit of showing off some of her black tipped piercings.
It was a vibe.
Tabitha had a favorite spot to visit on their walks. On main street there was a old fashioned little ice cream parlor. The older women who owned the place had a soft spot for the Doberman Pincher and would always give him a scoop of vanilla for free.
Today the young witch got herself a scope of moon mist. Sitting at the red cafe tables outside the two companions enjoyed their ice cream while watching the milling townsfolk. It seemed everyone was out enjoying the weather.
Merida did not find the human world overly impressive. The humans themselves had only proven to be frustrating creatures. The young succubus attempts to feed that night had been unsuccessful. She was very hungry.
What was she doing wrong?!
Huffing with indignation Merida had all but given up. It had been a spike of strange supernatural energies that had drawn her to the cult. A silly group of people messing with things they did not understand. They could have been easy prey!
Merida watched the strange collection of bright flashing lights and hive like activity. A small frown pouting her lips the young succubus was about to turn away from the scene when she spotted a man breaking away. An older gentleman. He seemed rather weary.
An easy target?
Merida had yet to try an older man. She darted after him with a hound on the scent.
They were soon to arrive at what she had assume was the mans place of residence. Merida took a moment to disguise herself. Replicating an outfit she had seen earlier that day. Her attire burned away. What it was replaced it were, jean shorts, sneakers and stocking and a hoodie. Her mother always recommended a harmless look, at least when it came to her daughters type.
Long fiery locks were pulled back in a neat ponytail, sharp horns and markings vanishing from a soft face.
Merida took a moment to read the heading on the door. Paranormal Investigator? Her head titled. After a she shrugged and banged on the door. Ears perking she waited, when the door didn't open instantly she bounced in place and banged again! Open up!
What was she doing wrong?!
Huffing with indignation Merida had all but given up. It had been a spike of strange supernatural energies that had drawn her to the cult. A silly group of people messing with things they did not understand. They could have been easy prey!
Merida watched the strange collection of bright flashing lights and hive like activity. A small frown pouting her lips the young succubus was about to turn away from the scene when she spotted a man breaking away. An older gentleman. He seemed rather weary.
An easy target?
Merida had yet to try an older man. She darted after him with a hound on the scent.
They were soon to arrive at what she had assume was the mans place of residence. Merida took a moment to disguise herself. Replicating an outfit she had seen earlier that day. Her attire burned away. What it was replaced it were, jean shorts, sneakers and stocking and a hoodie. Her mother always recommended a harmless look, at least when it came to her daughters type.
Long fiery locks were pulled back in a neat ponytail, sharp horns and markings vanishing from a soft face.
Merida took a moment to read the heading on the door. Paranormal Investigator? Her head titled. After a she shrugged and banged on the door. Ears perking she waited, when the door didn't open instantly she bounced in place and banged again! Open up!
Kendra was not a morning person. Cold showers were one of the many ways she tricked herself into thinking she was.
The morning started out like any other. With her rolling out of bed and nearly falling flat on the floor. Yawning Kendra dragged herself up, rubbing tired blue eyes, and into the bathroom that connected to her bedroom. The young lady had been very stubborn about getting the master bedroom.
A little holy terror when it came to something she really wanted.
Her nightclothes ended up on the bathroom floor. Kendra was also not a tidy person as much as her general appearance might imply. One cold jet spray later and she was quickly soaping up and jumping out. It was her least favorite part of the morning but it always did the trick.
Feeling more awake and perky Kendra went about getting ready. It was a process. A blow-dryer took care of her hair, giving her short blonde tresses and bangs a messy look without any actual work. She passed on make-up finding that most things ended up rubbing off before she was halfway though her day. What as that brand her friend kept recommending?
Popping open her closet Kendra took some in picking out an outfit. She liked to really think about how she wanted to present herself to the world that day. In the end she picked a cute skirt and sweater combo.
Kendra debated a little bit more when it come to her undergarments. Was she feeling social today? Flirty?
In the end she decided she wanted to be accessible just in case an opportunity presented itself. Black tights where hooked into a simple lace garter-belt allowing easy and flexible access. She selected her panties and bralette as a matching black lace set.
Feeling rather cute Kendra left her bedroom getting her first glimpse at her roommate.
"Morning," The young lady chirped obviously in a good mood.
The morning started out like any other. With her rolling out of bed and nearly falling flat on the floor. Yawning Kendra dragged herself up, rubbing tired blue eyes, and into the bathroom that connected to her bedroom. The young lady had been very stubborn about getting the master bedroom.
A little holy terror when it came to something she really wanted.
Her nightclothes ended up on the bathroom floor. Kendra was also not a tidy person as much as her general appearance might imply. One cold jet spray later and she was quickly soaping up and jumping out. It was her least favorite part of the morning but it always did the trick.
Feeling more awake and perky Kendra went about getting ready. It was a process. A blow-dryer took care of her hair, giving her short blonde tresses and bangs a messy look without any actual work. She passed on make-up finding that most things ended up rubbing off before she was halfway though her day. What as that brand her friend kept recommending?
Popping open her closet Kendra took some in picking out an outfit. She liked to really think about how she wanted to present herself to the world that day. In the end she picked a cute skirt and sweater combo.
Kendra debated a little bit more when it come to her undergarments. Was she feeling social today? Flirty?
In the end she decided she wanted to be accessible just in case an opportunity presented itself. Black tights where hooked into a simple lace garter-belt allowing easy and flexible access. She selected her panties and bralette as a matching black lace set.
Feeling rather cute Kendra left her bedroom getting her first glimpse at her roommate.
"Morning," The young lady chirped obviously in a good mood.
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demy
Super-Earth
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A few more openings
It had been a long day of driving and hiking. The professor has assured them it would all be worth it in the end. He was right. The mountain side was breathe-taking. The pocket lake nearly picture prefect. The small group had picked out a spot on high ground and set up camp. Everyone was tired but looking forward to the following days.
Wren had set up her own small tent before helping her classmates with theirs. The young woman had gone camping before with her family. She had always loved those trips.
Settling the group had started a campfire. Tucking into dinner and smores they had spent the evening in deep discussions. All prompted by their professor who seemed intent on having them learn despite the laid back atmosphere. Wren did not contribute much. She had never had an easy time in big groups and was honestly just grateful to have been invited at all.
It had been a long day and everyone turned in pretty early. Wren had packed it in a little later than some. The only one left at the campfire being the professor. He had insisted on taking care to put out the fire. With a quiet good night she tucked herself away inside her tent a small smile on her face. It had been a good day.
Wren slipped out of her jeans shorts and white shirt. Trading them for an large pink T-Shirt that fit the small girl like a nightgown. It was a warm night and so she didn't bother with anything else. The black fabric of her panties peeking out of the hem. Sighing the exhausted girl flopped back into her sleeping bag. Her dark tangled tresses spreading out over pillow and framing a soft pale face which yawned.
Dark eyes blinked lazily, falling closed with little urging. Wren was asleep in minutes. Not even tucked in. Curled on her side and mindlessly lost to the world outside her cozy little tent.
Wren had set up her own small tent before helping her classmates with theirs. The young woman had gone camping before with her family. She had always loved those trips.
Settling the group had started a campfire. Tucking into dinner and smores they had spent the evening in deep discussions. All prompted by their professor who seemed intent on having them learn despite the laid back atmosphere. Wren did not contribute much. She had never had an easy time in big groups and was honestly just grateful to have been invited at all.
It had been a long day and everyone turned in pretty early. Wren had packed it in a little later than some. The only one left at the campfire being the professor. He had insisted on taking care to put out the fire. With a quiet good night she tucked herself away inside her tent a small smile on her face. It had been a good day.
Wren slipped out of her jeans shorts and white shirt. Trading them for an large pink T-Shirt that fit the small girl like a nightgown. It was a warm night and so she didn't bother with anything else. The black fabric of her panties peeking out of the hem. Sighing the exhausted girl flopped back into her sleeping bag. Her dark tangled tresses spreading out over pillow and framing a soft pale face which yawned.
Dark eyes blinked lazily, falling closed with little urging. Wren was asleep in minutes. Not even tucked in. Curled on her side and mindlessly lost to the world outside her cozy little tent.
Bram was nervous. He felt small and seemingly inconsequential now that he was in front of the shop. Simply standing on its steps the young man looked up at the open sign with a subdued expression.
Not that he was an expressive sort...
The job had been one obtained though his dotting grandmother, a regular patron. Bram was sure the old woman had made him seemed more qualified than he actually was. So proud of her cute grandson. It often got him into similar messes.
Blinking his brown eyes rather dully Bram glanced back down at his outfit for the second time since arriving. Was it too casual? The grey wool sweater was a size too big, the white collared shirt underneath poking out. The sticks that served as his legs were dressed in simple tan slacks. The outfit swamped the spindly young man.
It was honestly the best he could do.
The pale sullen parlor of his skin stood out in the sun, exaggerated by the black slump of his hair and dark eyes. Bram have himself a small shake, wearing a owlish expression as he opened the shop door.
Bells sounded as he stepped into the shadowed space.
Not that he was an expressive sort...
The job had been one obtained though his dotting grandmother, a regular patron. Bram was sure the old woman had made him seemed more qualified than he actually was. So proud of her cute grandson. It often got him into similar messes.
Blinking his brown eyes rather dully Bram glanced back down at his outfit for the second time since arriving. Was it too casual? The grey wool sweater was a size too big, the white collared shirt underneath poking out. The sticks that served as his legs were dressed in simple tan slacks. The outfit swamped the spindly young man.
It was honestly the best he could do.
The pale sullen parlor of his skin stood out in the sun, exaggerated by the black slump of his hair and dark eyes. Bram have himself a small shake, wearing a owlish expression as he opened the shop door.
Bells sounded as he stepped into the shadowed space.
It was a world beholden to strange beauty. A vast terrain covered in lush blue jungles and lagoons that lapped at pink sand. Two moons sat low in the sky watching over the humid domain no matter the time of day. It was a peaceful existence. The creatures that called this planet home mostly herbivores though one must be careful of the deep water.
It was quiet. Something strange had brought silence. A hulking figure stared into the sky where a little while ago something had streaked across it.
It had been followed by the earth rumbling in wake of a roar.
The male had not sought it out. His weariness keeping him away but the fear slowly gave way to his species natural curiosity. There was not much to fear in his daily life, nothing that might warn him away from investigating. Crossing the clear pools of water the otherworldly creature sought out whatever had fallen from the sky.
He did not know what he would find. Large forearms pushed aside the foliage giving away to a clearing. It was not natural. Dirt and plants ravaged. Keening softly the male looked toward a strange object half submerged in the lagoon water.
It was quiet. Something strange had brought silence. A hulking figure stared into the sky where a little while ago something had streaked across it.
It had been followed by the earth rumbling in wake of a roar.
The male had not sought it out. His weariness keeping him away but the fear slowly gave way to his species natural curiosity. There was not much to fear in his daily life, nothing that might warn him away from investigating. Crossing the clear pools of water the otherworldly creature sought out whatever had fallen from the sky.
He did not know what he would find. Large forearms pushed aside the foliage giving away to a clearing. It was not natural. Dirt and plants ravaged. Keening softly the male looked toward a strange object half submerged in the lagoon water.
There were times when the never-ending conflict seemed a world away. Turning to find a blood spattered spirit nesting on her window shattered the illusion without mercy. There was no time to scream. Magic was already sweeping her away into a dreamless sleep.
It was a easy trick. The youngest pixie princess used it for mischief. It was also easily guarded against but what reason did she have to not feel protected in her own home. The blood soaked history of her people always just beyond golden doors thanks to her father.
Things were different now. The sleeping pixie was taken from her home, held in the arms of her fathers enemy. Her enemy.
Avery was not a necessarily kindhearted girl. She could be vindictive. A little selfish. She was not necessarily a bad person but had been spoiled by a father who kept her rather sheltered. Surrounded by servants and generally disliked or simply disregarded by her sisters the princess spent much of her time alone.
So much time alone gave her rather sour personalty. She was not alone now.
The princess was a pretty little thing. Her hair waves of strawberry blonde locks that were always tangled. Her skin a sun-kissed tint that showed she enjoyed being outside. Her features were not as soft as one might expect. So easily twisted into a impish smile when the mood struck. She had been dressed simply. A decorative tunic in a flattering blue.
Her wings twitched and unfolded, like those of a dragon fly. Avery was awake before she opened her eyes. Something was wrong. It all come back quickly. Her breathe caught sharply. She was laying on a bed, her clothing was wet. Someone was there.
The pixie princess burst into a flurry of movement. A bubble of magic erupting out of the panicked girl and rushing towards her attacker with blind aim.
Her eyes were sharp. A bright blue explosion of color.
It was a easy trick. The youngest pixie princess used it for mischief. It was also easily guarded against but what reason did she have to not feel protected in her own home. The blood soaked history of her people always just beyond golden doors thanks to her father.
Things were different now. The sleeping pixie was taken from her home, held in the arms of her fathers enemy. Her enemy.
Avery was not a necessarily kindhearted girl. She could be vindictive. A little selfish. She was not necessarily a bad person but had been spoiled by a father who kept her rather sheltered. Surrounded by servants and generally disliked or simply disregarded by her sisters the princess spent much of her time alone.
So much time alone gave her rather sour personalty. She was not alone now.
The princess was a pretty little thing. Her hair waves of strawberry blonde locks that were always tangled. Her skin a sun-kissed tint that showed she enjoyed being outside. Her features were not as soft as one might expect. So easily twisted into a impish smile when the mood struck. She had been dressed simply. A decorative tunic in a flattering blue.
Her wings twitched and unfolded, like those of a dragon fly. Avery was awake before she opened her eyes. Something was wrong. It all come back quickly. Her breathe caught sharply. She was laying on a bed, her clothing was wet. Someone was there.
The pixie princess burst into a flurry of movement. A bubble of magic erupting out of the panicked girl and rushing towards her attacker with blind aim.
Her eyes were sharp. A bright blue explosion of color.
Sorrel was hungry. It had been hours since the elf had eaten anything, hours since the picnic with her sisters. Her nose wrinkled and with a huffing grumble she pushed at the thicket.
"I should have stayed in the library!" Her voice came out in a little whine. Her bright blue eyes watering as breaking though the thick trees only revealed more forest stretched out before her. It was hopeless. Sorrel was no wood elf! The female really only felt comfortable among the books of the grand library, where she worked as scribe.
Her sisters fearing their persnickety younger sibling was overworking had bullied her into coming on this day trip.
Sorrel had never been good with horses. Her sense of direction was worse. A little mishap had left her last and stumbling in the woods. When hours of waiting to be found had yielded no results the sullen elf had set out to find her own way out of the woods.
"Damn those sisters of mine!"
With one final surge the small elf broke through another thicket of bush. A small squeak escaped her lips. Sorrel found herself looking into a large clearing. A cabin resting in the middle. She surged forward nearly running into the heavy wooden door, her fists pounding at the wood.
"Hello!" A minute of knocking yielded nothing. Stomping her foot in frustration Sorrel attempted another round of pounding. A fence caught the corner of her eyes. Stopping short she peered around before carefully letting herself into what turned out to be a garden. A hand pressed into her grumbling tummy. Without any thought she dived a the nearest stalk, hands grabbing at the succulent red fruits. An explosion of sweetness coated her mouth with the first bite.
What a sight she made. A small elf kneeling in the dirt, blonde hair in a nest of tangles, and red juices dribbling down her chin. Small whimpering moans escaping having her reach of a second.
"I should have stayed in the library!" Her voice came out in a little whine. Her bright blue eyes watering as breaking though the thick trees only revealed more forest stretched out before her. It was hopeless. Sorrel was no wood elf! The female really only felt comfortable among the books of the grand library, where she worked as scribe.
Her sisters fearing their persnickety younger sibling was overworking had bullied her into coming on this day trip.
Sorrel had never been good with horses. Her sense of direction was worse. A little mishap had left her last and stumbling in the woods. When hours of waiting to be found had yielded no results the sullen elf had set out to find her own way out of the woods.
"Damn those sisters of mine!"
With one final surge the small elf broke through another thicket of bush. A small squeak escaped her lips. Sorrel found herself looking into a large clearing. A cabin resting in the middle. She surged forward nearly running into the heavy wooden door, her fists pounding at the wood.
"Hello!" A minute of knocking yielded nothing. Stomping her foot in frustration Sorrel attempted another round of pounding. A fence caught the corner of her eyes. Stopping short she peered around before carefully letting herself into what turned out to be a garden. A hand pressed into her grumbling tummy. Without any thought she dived a the nearest stalk, hands grabbing at the succulent red fruits. An explosion of sweetness coated her mouth with the first bite.
What a sight she made. A small elf kneeling in the dirt, blonde hair in a nest of tangles, and red juices dribbling down her chin. Small whimpering moans escaping having her reach of a second.
Adley was a little confused.
She glanced up the towering being at her side. Their blue skin and many eyes peering back at her. A small chirrup of sounds escaping her new owners mouth as they nudged her forward into the large kennel taking up most of the yard.
The day had started like any other. The human female waking up in her box bed at the sound of owners chirruping voice. With great reluctance she had gotten up, ready to be subjected to morning grooming along with the others. Her tussled blond hair had been untangled and left loose for the day. Her sun-kissed face washed before Adley was dressed in the simple blue dress. The human female preferred clothing and hair that did not get in way. She had always been an energetic sort, often allowed to roam the big house and garden because of her good behavior.
She had than been taken her meet a stranger. It was not uncommon to have them around. Her owner was a breeder. Adley had been raised communally always knowing someday she might get taken away.
This new being spoke to her gentle tones. Soothing.
She was packed up in a unfamiliar vehicle after a quick good-bye with the small colony. The female did her best not to cry, eyes burning as her mother gave her a hug good-bye.
The new house was big. Adley peered at it with interest, the being at her side leading her around to a gate that entered into a expansive back yard. Her new owner was still chirping gently, looking down at the new female with a soft expression. She had always been small, coltish. A pretty creature with big blue eyes. She was used to being dotted on. It lead to a slightly spoiled disposition. She was not prepared for the shock awaiting her.
She took in the strange males with a mulish expression. There were three of them. Three. No females? Adley felt panic welling up, used to being kept with other girls or at one time her large family. She was not ready for males yet! Three! The being nudged her further into the kennel before stepping in behind her and calling the males over to them with a firm chirp. The small female pressed back into their caretakers legs.
She glanced up the towering being at her side. Their blue skin and many eyes peering back at her. A small chirrup of sounds escaping her new owners mouth as they nudged her forward into the large kennel taking up most of the yard.
The day had started like any other. The human female waking up in her box bed at the sound of owners chirruping voice. With great reluctance she had gotten up, ready to be subjected to morning grooming along with the others. Her tussled blond hair had been untangled and left loose for the day. Her sun-kissed face washed before Adley was dressed in the simple blue dress. The human female preferred clothing and hair that did not get in way. She had always been an energetic sort, often allowed to roam the big house and garden because of her good behavior.
She had than been taken her meet a stranger. It was not uncommon to have them around. Her owner was a breeder. Adley had been raised communally always knowing someday she might get taken away.
This new being spoke to her gentle tones. Soothing.
She was packed up in a unfamiliar vehicle after a quick good-bye with the small colony. The female did her best not to cry, eyes burning as her mother gave her a hug good-bye.
The new house was big. Adley peered at it with interest, the being at her side leading her around to a gate that entered into a expansive back yard. Her new owner was still chirping gently, looking down at the new female with a soft expression. She had always been small, coltish. A pretty creature with big blue eyes. She was used to being dotted on. It lead to a slightly spoiled disposition. She was not prepared for the shock awaiting her.
She took in the strange males with a mulish expression. There were three of them. Three. No females? Adley felt panic welling up, used to being kept with other girls or at one time her large family. She was not ready for males yet! Three! The being nudged her further into the kennel before stepping in behind her and calling the males over to them with a firm chirp. The small female pressed back into their caretakers legs.
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The day had started like any other. The human males waking up in their covered sleeping box at the sound of owners sharp whistle. It was followed by the chirping of their names.
Duke, Grant and Vince were names given to them by their human parents though each had a sound owner used to refer to them. Duke was the first one up, dragging his paunchy body out of the sleeping box, a hand reaching up to ruffle his shagging brown hair. Duke was the best trained out of three. Old enough to have lost his youthful rebellion but not too old to participate in the shows.
He plodded over to their owner, a tall being with blue skin and many eyes. A treat was held out as reward and Duke took it with a yawn.
Grant was this second one up. This was unusual. Owner tended to let the older male sleep given his aches and pains. There had been a hard period in Grants life that lead to some problems now, though there was only a little pepper in his black hair. Settling beside Duke the older male accepted an offered treat, his gray deep set eyes staring at it, slipping it inside the pocket of the linen clothes owner provided them.
The man proceeded to stretch the contours of his lanky build.
"Going to make it old man." Duke snorted giving him a raised brow. Grant was quick to shoot the younger male a glower.
"You're not that much younger than me, behold your future." Somewhat over a decade separated them. The burly male let out a rumbling laugh. Owner had called out again, the sound recognized as the third males name. Vince did not answer. The space inside his sleeping box still. With a chirping sigh their owner stalked over, reaching inside and grasping the male firmly at the back of the neck. A low growl being dealt with via a small shock to the correction collar around his neck.
Vince was the only one wearing one.
"He gets worse everyday." Grant noted watching owner bring the youngest male over. Vince was a fit specimen, with tussled blonde hair and bright stark blue eyes. He could have been once considered good natured but the recent months had been hard on them all.
Stay
The command come from their owner. The towering being turning away and exciting the pen, heading towards the house. Vince tried to go back towards the sleeping box only to have Duke latch on a hand onto the back of his neck, jerking him roughly back into place. It was really the brats down good.
"Get off." Vince grunted glaring at the burly male. Duke snorted giving him a pointed look before letting go.
The males had a big pen. Grass in some areas and sand in others, with lots of room to run around. There was even a climbing structure for exercise. There were three boxed off beds, big enough for them and another. They were treated well. It had seemed like a normal day ...
Than their owner came around out of the house with a young female tagging along their side.
Duke, Grant and Vince were names given to them by their human parents though each had a sound owner used to refer to them. Duke was the first one up, dragging his paunchy body out of the sleeping box, a hand reaching up to ruffle his shagging brown hair. Duke was the best trained out of three. Old enough to have lost his youthful rebellion but not too old to participate in the shows.
He plodded over to their owner, a tall being with blue skin and many eyes. A treat was held out as reward and Duke took it with a yawn.
Grant was this second one up. This was unusual. Owner tended to let the older male sleep given his aches and pains. There had been a hard period in Grants life that lead to some problems now, though there was only a little pepper in his black hair. Settling beside Duke the older male accepted an offered treat, his gray deep set eyes staring at it, slipping it inside the pocket of the linen clothes owner provided them.
The man proceeded to stretch the contours of his lanky build.
"Going to make it old man." Duke snorted giving him a raised brow. Grant was quick to shoot the younger male a glower.
"You're not that much younger than me, behold your future." Somewhat over a decade separated them. The burly male let out a rumbling laugh. Owner had called out again, the sound recognized as the third males name. Vince did not answer. The space inside his sleeping box still. With a chirping sigh their owner stalked over, reaching inside and grasping the male firmly at the back of the neck. A low growl being dealt with via a small shock to the correction collar around his neck.
Vince was the only one wearing one.
"He gets worse everyday." Grant noted watching owner bring the youngest male over. Vince was a fit specimen, with tussled blonde hair and bright stark blue eyes. He could have been once considered good natured but the recent months had been hard on them all.
Stay
The command come from their owner. The towering being turning away and exciting the pen, heading towards the house. Vince tried to go back towards the sleeping box only to have Duke latch on a hand onto the back of his neck, jerking him roughly back into place. It was really the brats down good.
"Get off." Vince grunted glaring at the burly male. Duke snorted giving him a pointed look before letting go.
The males had a big pen. Grass in some areas and sand in others, with lots of room to run around. There was even a climbing structure for exercise. There were three boxed off beds, big enough for them and another. They were treated well. It had seemed like a normal day ...
Than their owner came around out of the house with a young female tagging along their side.
The day had started like any other. The human females waking up in their covered sleeping box at the sound of owners chirruping voice.
Kendra, Wren and Tabby were names given to them by their human parents though owner had a sound they used to refer to each. Wren was the first one up. The young woman always an obedient little creature. She emerged going right over to owner and receiving a pet on the head. Her wispy reddish tangles were combed out by their ever finicky owner. A wash cloth rubbed over her sun-kissed freckled face gently, and a new white dress pulled over her small frame.
It was with great reluctance Kendra finally joined them, only somewhat ready to be subjected to morning grooming. The girls tussled blond hair was gently untangled and left loose for the day. The heart shape of her face washed, before her lithe body was dressed in the simple blue dress that matched her eyes.
Tabby had yet to get up. Her pale boyish body still tucked stubbornly into the bedding. Owner called to her and when that went unheeded roused the fussing female with a gentle grip on the back of her neck. The pale girl basically hissed as she pulled out of bed. Kendra giggled at the scene. This third young woman was taken care of a little more briskly. Short brown hair brushed out and dressed in her preference of a romper. Tabby was usually in a poor mood.
Owner stepped back to look at the females. When all placed together you could tell their owner had a soft spot for cute types. A treat was offered to the two that behaved for the morning ritual. Seeming pleased the larger being left, closing up their kennel behind him. It was a big kennel, with grass in some areas and sand in others. Even a climbing structure for exercise. There was a large boxed off bed, big enough of them and another. They were treated well.
It had seemed like another normal day, than owner came around the house with a male attached to a short lead.
Kendra, Wren and Tabby were names given to them by their human parents though owner had a sound they used to refer to each. Wren was the first one up. The young woman always an obedient little creature. She emerged going right over to owner and receiving a pet on the head. Her wispy reddish tangles were combed out by their ever finicky owner. A wash cloth rubbed over her sun-kissed freckled face gently, and a new white dress pulled over her small frame.
It was with great reluctance Kendra finally joined them, only somewhat ready to be subjected to morning grooming. The girls tussled blond hair was gently untangled and left loose for the day. The heart shape of her face washed, before her lithe body was dressed in the simple blue dress that matched her eyes.
Tabby had yet to get up. Her pale boyish body still tucked stubbornly into the bedding. Owner called to her and when that went unheeded roused the fussing female with a gentle grip on the back of her neck. The pale girl basically hissed as she pulled out of bed. Kendra giggled at the scene. This third young woman was taken care of a little more briskly. Short brown hair brushed out and dressed in her preference of a romper. Tabby was usually in a poor mood.
Owner stepped back to look at the females. When all placed together you could tell their owner had a soft spot for cute types. A treat was offered to the two that behaved for the morning ritual. Seeming pleased the larger being left, closing up their kennel behind him. It was a big kennel, with grass in some areas and sand in others. Even a climbing structure for exercise. There was a large boxed off bed, big enough of them and another. They were treated well.
It had seemed like another normal day, than owner came around the house with a male attached to a short lead.
Rivka had been the eldest of four children. A difficult girl in her own right when compared to sweet nature of her siblings. She was also the only one with elven blood. A dalliance of her mothers’ youth though that had not stopped their stepfather from courting. He was a good man though he had never understood his stepdaughter up till the end. There had been lots of love in her family.
The winters had always been hard.
The snow heavy in the valley they called home. It was south of a moderate village filled with silly boys. Rivka had never really had much interest much to parents’ chagrin.
They were not a well-off family and often worried about providing during the hard months. Their oldest daughter did her part, a skilled hunter in her own right. Using a bow fashioned by her own hand. Her petite frame was easy enough to hide. Hazel eyes sharp as she pulled back ...
The day had been cold. The snow still not fallen.
She had been woken by her mother at dawn, enjoying what would be a last meal with her family. Rivka had simply much to her mothers chagrin who always wanted the girl to wear something a little more fetching. There would be so silly boys to be impressed in the woods.
They had come from the North. A merciless hord of murderers and thieves- well known though stories of their previous slaughters. Rivka had been hunting when they found it. It was by chance really, a crossing of paths that had alerted the young woman to look up at the tree line. Smoke bellowed.
It was in that moment she had been tackled to the ground.
The sweet smell of magic had premiated the air. Rivka had always been senstive. A hand grabbing the back of her neck ,shoving her face into the cold ground. The smell of burning flesh joined the magic. The young woman convlused, screaming. What happened next was a blur.
She had managed an escape, but not without a black eye. Her dagger lost in the leg of man who had tried to drag her back to the burning village.
That had been a week ago.
Rivka was still grieving, but now all her attention was focused on survival. The village burned to the ground she had much to do to survive a winter should no traders come before the snow. It was late afternoon. Her chestnut locks were cut short now, framing her round face. The tips of her tell-tale ears poking out o the messy strands.
Her thick brows with pinched as she watched the hill with dark eyes. The string of her bow puled taunt…
...
Rivka had been the eldest of four children. Her family had lead a simple life but the half-elven girl had always craved a little more adventure. When finally old enough she had joined a guild.
The half-elf had long since had a skill for hunting, archery become her skill of choice. The guild had paired her with an adventuring party. They were a dependable group and she had become fast friends with all the members...except one.
The mage.
The bickering had started out small. A little snipe here or there. Rivka could not remember who had started it but it had only gotten worse. The latest dungeen coaxing the two into their worse spat yet. It had not ended the traditional way-the other mmembers taking things into their own hands. They had been asked to put the horses away, only to be locked inside the barn.
"Hey!" Rivka shouted, her fist pounding on the wooden door.
Her soft features were pinched. The females cropped dark locks a tangle around her face, the tips of her pointed ears flushed red in fustration. Her trusty bow was strapped to her back. Rivka was not exactly a imposing figure, her frame nimble and on the shorter side.
She had been really looking forward to a bath, changing out of her dusty clothes.
The winters had always been hard.
The snow heavy in the valley they called home. It was south of a moderate village filled with silly boys. Rivka had never really had much interest much to parents’ chagrin.
They were not a well-off family and often worried about providing during the hard months. Their oldest daughter did her part, a skilled hunter in her own right. Using a bow fashioned by her own hand. Her petite frame was easy enough to hide. Hazel eyes sharp as she pulled back ...
The day had been cold. The snow still not fallen.
She had been woken by her mother at dawn, enjoying what would be a last meal with her family. Rivka had simply much to her mothers chagrin who always wanted the girl to wear something a little more fetching. There would be so silly boys to be impressed in the woods.
They had come from the North. A merciless hord of murderers and thieves- well known though stories of their previous slaughters. Rivka had been hunting when they found it. It was by chance really, a crossing of paths that had alerted the young woman to look up at the tree line. Smoke bellowed.
It was in that moment she had been tackled to the ground.
The sweet smell of magic had premiated the air. Rivka had always been senstive. A hand grabbing the back of her neck ,shoving her face into the cold ground. The smell of burning flesh joined the magic. The young woman convlused, screaming. What happened next was a blur.
She had managed an escape, but not without a black eye. Her dagger lost in the leg of man who had tried to drag her back to the burning village.
That had been a week ago.
Rivka was still grieving, but now all her attention was focused on survival. The village burned to the ground she had much to do to survive a winter should no traders come before the snow. It was late afternoon. Her chestnut locks were cut short now, framing her round face. The tips of her tell-tale ears poking out o the messy strands.
Her thick brows with pinched as she watched the hill with dark eyes. The string of her bow puled taunt…
...
Rivka had been the eldest of four children. Her family had lead a simple life but the half-elven girl had always craved a little more adventure. When finally old enough she had joined a guild.
The half-elf had long since had a skill for hunting, archery become her skill of choice. The guild had paired her with an adventuring party. They were a dependable group and she had become fast friends with all the members...except one.
The mage.
The bickering had started out small. A little snipe here or there. Rivka could not remember who had started it but it had only gotten worse. The latest dungeen coaxing the two into their worse spat yet. It had not ended the traditional way-the other mmembers taking things into their own hands. They had been asked to put the horses away, only to be locked inside the barn.
"Hey!" Rivka shouted, her fist pounding on the wooden door.
Her soft features were pinched. The females cropped dark locks a tangle around her face, the tips of her pointed ears flushed red in fustration. Her trusty bow was strapped to her back. Rivka was not exactly a imposing figure, her frame nimble and on the shorter side.
She had been really looking forward to a bath, changing out of her dusty clothes.
There was a ringing. It built until the sound was a dagger slicing away out her fleeting consciousness. Kendra was cold. It was a feeling with great depth. The baby blues of her eyes cracking open like rusty hinges to a world devoid of color. It held no edges, no definition. Shapes.
Screaming.
Kendra sucked in a simpering breathe. It wobbled in her fluttering chest. Her body convulsing to do anything.
There was a weight across her stomach. She scrambled to remove it. Her hands flopped at the confining stripe of polyester like a dead fish. Kendra could not feel her fingers. There was a soft click. She felt broken. A hiccupping whimper filling the beaten confines of the small aircraft. There was no answer.
Kendra tried to stand, her legs giving up before the task was complete. The world went sideways as the young woman caught herself. Things rushed into focus. Empty green eyes staring up from an ashen face.
A deafening bang.
A scream forced its way from the throat, emerging as a crack. Kendra shoved herself away and into the plane walkway. The hard floor scraped at her covered knees. It was so cold. There was a pain in her right ankle. She started to crawl, quiet sobs racking the young woman’s trembling form.
Something bright filtering in on her slowly clearing vision.
Kendra stumbled toward it, her eyes closing as the daylight hit her fall in the face. Her boots crunching before she stumbled forward into the soft snow.
Screaming.
Kendra sucked in a simpering breathe. It wobbled in her fluttering chest. Her body convulsing to do anything.
There was a weight across her stomach. She scrambled to remove it. Her hands flopped at the confining stripe of polyester like a dead fish. Kendra could not feel her fingers. There was a soft click. She felt broken. A hiccupping whimper filling the beaten confines of the small aircraft. There was no answer.
Kendra tried to stand, her legs giving up before the task was complete. The world went sideways as the young woman caught herself. Things rushed into focus. Empty green eyes staring up from an ashen face.
A deafening bang.
A scream forced its way from the throat, emerging as a crack. Kendra shoved herself away and into the plane walkway. The hard floor scraped at her covered knees. It was so cold. There was a pain in her right ankle. She started to crawl, quiet sobs racking the young woman’s trembling form.
Something bright filtering in on her slowly clearing vision.
Kendra stumbled toward it, her eyes closing as the daylight hit her fall in the face. Her boots crunching before she stumbled forward into the soft snow.
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Super-Earth
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It was a lovely day.
Allison was often in her own little world, found in the park on such lovely days with a good book.
Her blonde tussled strands were loose that day. The bright blues of her eyes focused on the book in question. She had shamefully taken to pinching adult romances from the used bookstore. It was an addiction. They were old books, often sitting on the shelf for years so Allison never felt too naughty.
They were poorly written. Allison found herself captivated. The lewd descriptions having woken an urge within a girl who had been raised in a repressed household. A feeling that always kindled a curious little tingle between her legs.
"Oh!" She pulled away from a particularly steamy scene with a breathy giggle, cheeks rather pink.
She could have never expected to see a cute little cotton ball perched just out of reach. Allison did not know what a wild rabbit looked like, but the perfect little creature did not seem to belong to the woods.
The book was cast aside-
A little grin flashing across soft features, hands smoothing her dress. It would be in poor taste to leave the little thing in the park.
She got up carefully from the blanket and started creeping towards the Bunny. Allison was about to pluck it up before it darted away, fast as anything. It went a few meters before coming to stop, little pink nose sniffing the air towards the girl.
"Come on." Allison puffed, nose crinkling. She started after the bunny that seemed intent on remaining just out of reach, drawing her further away from the blanket. The young lady gave chase, until at last the creature darted down a large dark hole. She stopped short, confused as she leaned forward taking in the pitch black.
There was a bump, a set of tiny paws.
Allison finding herself tumbled forward into the dark with a sharp squeal.
Allison was often in her own little world, found in the park on such lovely days with a good book.
Her blonde tussled strands were loose that day. The bright blues of her eyes focused on the book in question. She had shamefully taken to pinching adult romances from the used bookstore. It was an addiction. They were old books, often sitting on the shelf for years so Allison never felt too naughty.
They were poorly written. Allison found herself captivated. The lewd descriptions having woken an urge within a girl who had been raised in a repressed household. A feeling that always kindled a curious little tingle between her legs.
"Oh!" She pulled away from a particularly steamy scene with a breathy giggle, cheeks rather pink.
She could have never expected to see a cute little cotton ball perched just out of reach. Allison did not know what a wild rabbit looked like, but the perfect little creature did not seem to belong to the woods.
The book was cast aside-
A little grin flashing across soft features, hands smoothing her dress. It would be in poor taste to leave the little thing in the park.
She got up carefully from the blanket and started creeping towards the Bunny. Allison was about to pluck it up before it darted away, fast as anything. It went a few meters before coming to stop, little pink nose sniffing the air towards the girl.
"Come on." Allison puffed, nose crinkling. She started after the bunny that seemed intent on remaining just out of reach, drawing her further away from the blanket. The young lady gave chase, until at last the creature darted down a large dark hole. She stopped short, confused as she leaned forward taking in the pitch black.
There was a bump, a set of tiny paws.
Allison finding herself tumbled forward into the dark with a sharp squeal.
Tabitha had a crush on the handyman. It was a lost cause. How was a young witch with her supernatural libido supposed to resist a hunky grumpy orc. It was like a sexy delivery service and all one needed was a little magic. It had started innocent enough. The visits a result of actual problems around the old apartment. When those dried up there was only one thing left to do! Tabitha had taken to manufacturing problems. The handyman become a weekly occurrence. The young witch had most recently broken her kitchen sink plumping, a classic fantasy playing into her inspiration.
She was expecting him any minute.
"Oh! Does this look alright?" Tabitha pouted turning in front of her bedroom mirror. Her shoulder length dark brown hair bounced with as small flick of her hand. The pink ends adding a little flare. She was a witch who enjoyed a little flare. Her thick dark brows, the lobe of her ears and other secret spots decorated with piercings showing an impish side.
"Well?" She asked again turning to look at familiar. The large Doberman Pinscher gave a uninterested sniff. Tabitha looked down at the dress currently dressing her boyish frame. "You're no help." She finally grumbled going back to her closet. The dog did not answer and yet the witch turned about narrowed her eyes like he had.
"Oh hush!" Tabitha scolded wrinkling her delicate nose. Her pale facing flushing. "He gets paid for it."
The familiar was not exactly approving of her recent inclinations.
Tabitha went back to selecting her outfit. It was an important step. The young witch had made an important decisions last night. The handyman was going to fuck her. It would be happening today. She was fully prepared to drop to her knees and suck his cock if that was what it took! The imp had just decided to loose her panties entirely when the doorbell rang. Tabitha hissed looking down the plaid dress she was now wearing it. It would have to do.
"Coming!" Tabitha bubbled erupting from bedroom, whirling own the hallway and abruptly opening the door to see her fantasy blocking the door frame. The young witch gave him that impish smile.
She was expecting him any minute.
"Oh! Does this look alright?" Tabitha pouted turning in front of her bedroom mirror. Her shoulder length dark brown hair bounced with as small flick of her hand. The pink ends adding a little flare. She was a witch who enjoyed a little flare. Her thick dark brows, the lobe of her ears and other secret spots decorated with piercings showing an impish side.
"Well?" She asked again turning to look at familiar. The large Doberman Pinscher gave a uninterested sniff. Tabitha looked down at the dress currently dressing her boyish frame. "You're no help." She finally grumbled going back to her closet. The dog did not answer and yet the witch turned about narrowed her eyes like he had.
"Oh hush!" Tabitha scolded wrinkling her delicate nose. Her pale facing flushing. "He gets paid for it."
The familiar was not exactly approving of her recent inclinations.
Tabitha went back to selecting her outfit. It was an important step. The young witch had made an important decisions last night. The handyman was going to fuck her. It would be happening today. She was fully prepared to drop to her knees and suck his cock if that was what it took! The imp had just decided to loose her panties entirely when the doorbell rang. Tabitha hissed looking down the plaid dress she was now wearing it. It would have to do.
"Coming!" Tabitha bubbled erupting from bedroom, whirling own the hallway and abruptly opening the door to see her fantasy blocking the door frame. The young witch gave him that impish smile.
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demy
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2020
The being named Qex felt exhilarated.
A project years in the making was finally ready to commence. 'His' mandibles clicked in a low babble as the breeder reviewed the most recent scans. The subjects were in prefect health. He was currently reviewing one of the multiple files, a female of excellent breeding age.
Turning away from the scans Qex crossed to the back of the lab, where glass containment pens stood in two separate rows. The subject in question should be waking any moment!
She had both been dosed before transport, an attempt to limit stress which could prove to be counter productive to breeding them. The chemicals were meant to wear off slowly. The subjects waking but remaining docile for a short window while absorbing their new surroundings. This human had been the first to complete health checks and therefore was the first to wake.
Qex felt they were prepared to further soothe the creatures if needed.
The being spotted movement. Turning quickly, 'his' many eyes observed the female. She was small. A nimble shape. They had dressed them all in comfortable clothing, simple shirts and pants. It seemed to be a preference of the species, unsurprising given their sensitivity to temperature. Qex was quite taken with her with first impressions. Her coloration a pale 'olive' with dark 'brown' hair.
"I think the female is waking." The being turned to 'his' companion, chirping. "Do you think it is too soon to name them?"
Remy opened her eyes to bright light and an overbearing feeling of something being wrong. She blinked slowly, a little dazed and confused by the unfamiliar white ceiling. The girls body was heavy. Sluggish. It took a moment for to pull herself up, staring out at the strange glass room-
There was something staring back.
A project years in the making was finally ready to commence. 'His' mandibles clicked in a low babble as the breeder reviewed the most recent scans. The subjects were in prefect health. He was currently reviewing one of the multiple files, a female of excellent breeding age.
Turning away from the scans Qex crossed to the back of the lab, where glass containment pens stood in two separate rows. The subject in question should be waking any moment!
She had both been dosed before transport, an attempt to limit stress which could prove to be counter productive to breeding them. The chemicals were meant to wear off slowly. The subjects waking but remaining docile for a short window while absorbing their new surroundings. This human had been the first to complete health checks and therefore was the first to wake.
Qex felt they were prepared to further soothe the creatures if needed.
The being spotted movement. Turning quickly, 'his' many eyes observed the female. She was small. A nimble shape. They had dressed them all in comfortable clothing, simple shirts and pants. It seemed to be a preference of the species, unsurprising given their sensitivity to temperature. Qex was quite taken with her with first impressions. Her coloration a pale 'olive' with dark 'brown' hair.
"I think the female is waking." The being turned to 'his' companion, chirping. "Do you think it is too soon to name them?"
Remy opened her eyes to bright light and an overbearing feeling of something being wrong. She blinked slowly, a little dazed and confused by the unfamiliar white ceiling. The girls body was heavy. Sluggish. It took a moment for to pull herself up, staring out at the strange glass room-
There was something staring back.
The mist had been suffocating. The steady chanting from the sorcerer ringing in the knights ears. What had felt like sparks had been followed by lost minutes.
The party had retreated quickly.
The unknown sorcerer had given them a swift ass-kicking. Julian was quiet until they found a safe place to camp. Unusual for the usually chatty knight, even with his brother in arms. The group was exhausted and went straight to bed. Julian falling face first into his bedroll, intent on sleeping away the humiliation of their defeat. His thoughts briefly returned to the strange mist ...
The next morning had come much too quickly.
Julian was the last to rise, reluctant to greet the day. It had been a night of tossing and turning. It had also been a hot night, the young man pulling off his shirt halfway through. He crawled out from the tent with a yawn.
Slender arms stretching into the air, unaware anything had changed ...
It was a drastic change. The party members coming face to face with an entirely different creature. A young lady. Her features were soft, eyes round and warm like caramel, set in a gentle round face. Her complexion was still olive but now it graced a lithe figure. Delicate. Her breasts were slight. Sweet little mounds tipped with puffy dark rosebuds.
The larger pants covering her bottom half were barely hanging on-
That had been a week ago. Julian had not handled the transformation well, demanding they march right back into the Sorcerers den- It had taken a few hours, rough housing and promises of hunting for an alternative cure to change her mind. It was the groups new quest for the moment.
They had stopped into the nearest town, grabbing some better fitted clothing for the simmering night. A simple squire tunic and leggings. The party had continued on planning a short stay in elven city, currently resting by a river much to the knight’s annoyance.
Julian was impatient.
The party had retreated quickly.
The unknown sorcerer had given them a swift ass-kicking. Julian was quiet until they found a safe place to camp. Unusual for the usually chatty knight, even with his brother in arms. The group was exhausted and went straight to bed. Julian falling face first into his bedroll, intent on sleeping away the humiliation of their defeat. His thoughts briefly returned to the strange mist ...
The next morning had come much too quickly.
Julian was the last to rise, reluctant to greet the day. It had been a night of tossing and turning. It had also been a hot night, the young man pulling off his shirt halfway through. He crawled out from the tent with a yawn.
Slender arms stretching into the air, unaware anything had changed ...
It was a drastic change. The party members coming face to face with an entirely different creature. A young lady. Her features were soft, eyes round and warm like caramel, set in a gentle round face. Her complexion was still olive but now it graced a lithe figure. Delicate. Her breasts were slight. Sweet little mounds tipped with puffy dark rosebuds.
The larger pants covering her bottom half were barely hanging on-
That had been a week ago. Julian had not handled the transformation well, demanding they march right back into the Sorcerers den- It had taken a few hours, rough housing and promises of hunting for an alternative cure to change her mind. It was the groups new quest for the moment.
They had stopped into the nearest town, grabbing some better fitted clothing for the simmering night. A simple squire tunic and leggings. The party had continued on planning a short stay in elven city, currently resting by a river much to the knight’s annoyance.
Julian was impatient.
There was a ringing. It built until the sound was a dagger slicing away at her fleeting consciousness. Harper was cold. It was a feeling with great depth. The baby blues of her eyes cracking open like rusty hinges to a world devoid of color. It held no edges, no definition.
- Screaming -
Harper sucked in a simpering breathe.
It wobbled in her fluttering chest. Her body convulsing around the small action.
There was a weight across her stomach. Her hands flopping uselessly at the confining stripe of polyester. Harper couldn't feel her fingers. There was a soft click. She felt broken. A hiccupping whimper filling the destroyed confines of the small aircraft. There was no answer.
Harper tried to stand, her legs giving up before the task was complete. The world went sideways as the young woman caught herself. Things rushed into focus. Empty green eyes staring up from an ashen face.
The ends of her blonde waves, dark roots, brushed the dead body.
- A deafening bang. -
A scream forced its way from her throat, emerging as a crackle of sound. Harper shoved herself away and into the planes centre walkway. The hard floor scraped at her covered knees. It was so cold. There was a pain in her right ankle. She started to crawl, quiet sobs racking the young woman’s small trembling form.
Something bright was filtering in on her slowly clearing vision.
Harper stumbled toward it, her eyes closing as the daylight hit her in the face. Her boots crunching on a soft surface before she stumbled forward into the freezing snow. The smell of smoke in her nose, jacket a red mark against the snow.
- Screaming -
Harper sucked in a simpering breathe.
It wobbled in her fluttering chest. Her body convulsing around the small action.
There was a weight across her stomach. Her hands flopping uselessly at the confining stripe of polyester. Harper couldn't feel her fingers. There was a soft click. She felt broken. A hiccupping whimper filling the destroyed confines of the small aircraft. There was no answer.
Harper tried to stand, her legs giving up before the task was complete. The world went sideways as the young woman caught herself. Things rushed into focus. Empty green eyes staring up from an ashen face.
The ends of her blonde waves, dark roots, brushed the dead body.
- A deafening bang. -
A scream forced its way from her throat, emerging as a crackle of sound. Harper shoved herself away and into the planes centre walkway. The hard floor scraped at her covered knees. It was so cold. There was a pain in her right ankle. She started to crawl, quiet sobs racking the young woman’s small trembling form.
Something bright was filtering in on her slowly clearing vision.
Harper stumbled toward it, her eyes closing as the daylight hit her in the face. Her boots crunching on a soft surface before she stumbled forward into the freezing snow. The smell of smoke in her nose, jacket a red mark against the snow.
Adley was very confused.
Her bright blue eyes took in the strange male with an offended crinkle of her pert little nose.
The day had started like any other. The human female waking up in her box bed at the sound of owners chirruping voice. With great reluctance she had gotten up, ready to be subjected to morning grooming. Her tussled blond hair had been untangled and left loose for the day. The freckled plains of her pale face washed before Adley dressed in the simple blue dress owner was insistent on.
He usually let her pick.
More commonly the human female preferred clothing and hair that did not get in way. Adley had always been an energetic sort and owner took her for two walks a day. Otherwise she was allowed to roam the big house and garden. There had been a time when she had not been allowed in the house. Kept in a proper pen outside. This had not lasted long.
Adley had been an absolute terror at night. A inch had soon become a mile and owner had given in to her being a house pet.
The pen was still there. Set close to the house and rather dingy in disuse. Looking at it now she realized the structure had been fixed up. The sleeping house newly bedded.
This would be alarming enough but now there was someone inside. A stranger. He seemed big. Adley was fairly small. Lithe. She knew this because whenever owner went out she was left in the care of their neighbor. A owner who had two female humans around her age. She enjoyed those visits but had always loved having complete run of the home she shared with owner.
She glanced up the towering being at her side. His blue skin and many eyes peering back at her. A small chirrup of sounds escape owners mouth as they nudged her forward. Adley was stubborn. The chirrups turned more firm making her shrink in surprise. This time when owner walks over to the pen and calls for her the little female listens.
Her gaze never left the unknown male as she approaches the pen barrier.
Her bright blue eyes took in the strange male with an offended crinkle of her pert little nose.
The day had started like any other. The human female waking up in her box bed at the sound of owners chirruping voice. With great reluctance she had gotten up, ready to be subjected to morning grooming. Her tussled blond hair had been untangled and left loose for the day. The freckled plains of her pale face washed before Adley dressed in the simple blue dress owner was insistent on.
He usually let her pick.
More commonly the human female preferred clothing and hair that did not get in way. Adley had always been an energetic sort and owner took her for two walks a day. Otherwise she was allowed to roam the big house and garden. There had been a time when she had not been allowed in the house. Kept in a proper pen outside. This had not lasted long.
Adley had been an absolute terror at night. A inch had soon become a mile and owner had given in to her being a house pet.
The pen was still there. Set close to the house and rather dingy in disuse. Looking at it now she realized the structure had been fixed up. The sleeping house newly bedded.
This would be alarming enough but now there was someone inside. A stranger. He seemed big. Adley was fairly small. Lithe. She knew this because whenever owner went out she was left in the care of their neighbor. A owner who had two female humans around her age. She enjoyed those visits but had always loved having complete run of the home she shared with owner.
She glanced up the towering being at her side. His blue skin and many eyes peering back at her. A small chirrup of sounds escape owners mouth as they nudged her forward. Adley was stubborn. The chirrups turned more firm making her shrink in surprise. This time when owner walks over to the pen and calls for her the little female listens.
Her gaze never left the unknown male as she approaches the pen barrier.
Remy was a little confused.
She glanced up the towering being at her side. Their blue skin and many eyes peering back at her. A small chirrup of sounds escaping her new owners mouth as they nudged her forward into the large kennel taking up most of the yard.
The day had started like any other. The human female waking up in her box bed and being subjected to morning grooming along with the others. Her tussled brown hair left loose for the day. Her olive face washed before being given comfortable clothing. The human female had always been an energetic sort, allowed to roam the big house and garden because of her good behavior.
She had been taken to meet a stranger that morning. It was not uncommon to have them around. Her owner was a breeder. Remy had been raised communally always knowing someday she might get taken away.
This new being spoke to her gentle tones. Soothing.
She was packed up in a unfamiliar vehicle.
The new house was big. Remy peered at it with a docile expression, the being at her side leading her around to a gate that entered into a expansive back yard. Her new owner was still chirping gently, looking down at the new female with a soft expression. She had always been small, coltish, used to being dotted on.
The being nudged her further into the kennel before stepping in behind her and calling out in a firm chirp to unseen others. Remy pressed back into their caretakers legs-
She glanced up the towering being at her side. Their blue skin and many eyes peering back at her. A small chirrup of sounds escaping her new owners mouth as they nudged her forward into the large kennel taking up most of the yard.
The day had started like any other. The human female waking up in her box bed and being subjected to morning grooming along with the others. Her tussled brown hair left loose for the day. Her olive face washed before being given comfortable clothing. The human female had always been an energetic sort, allowed to roam the big house and garden because of her good behavior.
She had been taken to meet a stranger that morning. It was not uncommon to have them around. Her owner was a breeder. Remy had been raised communally always knowing someday she might get taken away.
This new being spoke to her gentle tones. Soothing.
She was packed up in a unfamiliar vehicle.
The new house was big. Remy peered at it with a docile expression, the being at her side leading her around to a gate that entered into a expansive back yard. Her new owner was still chirping gently, looking down at the new female with a soft expression. She had always been small, coltish, used to being dotted on.
The being nudged her further into the kennel before stepping in behind her and calling out in a firm chirp to unseen others. Remy pressed back into their caretakers legs-
The house was an odd one.
Emery had only been working as a maid for the last few days and she had heard particular things. There was a natural curiosity in the simple girl. A perked ear towards the strange rumors of their lord. She knew better than to participate. This job was a blessing, one she could do nothing to compromise.
The little maid kept her head down. It was better this way. Surely no trouble could come her way.
It had been a bustling day. The lord holding a late night dinner with a number of guests. Emery had been stuck in the kitchen since dawn peeling vegetables and helping stir the pots- until a mishap had to turned away from the kitchen.
She had instead been charged with cleaning the fireplaces in the unused bedrooms.
It was an awful job.
Her brown hair was pulled back, exposing deep set eyes with a wine stain blooming across one cheek. A birthmark. Emery had always been a mousey girl, easy to miss. She was dressed in a uniform that was a little ill-fitted on her boyish frame, stubborn ruffles sticking awkwardly from her hair tie.
She was absolutely covered in ash, kneeling next to the clogged fireplace with a crinkled brow and duster in hand.
Emery had only been working as a maid for the last few days and she had heard particular things. There was a natural curiosity in the simple girl. A perked ear towards the strange rumors of their lord. She knew better than to participate. This job was a blessing, one she could do nothing to compromise.
The little maid kept her head down. It was better this way. Surely no trouble could come her way.
It had been a bustling day. The lord holding a late night dinner with a number of guests. Emery had been stuck in the kitchen since dawn peeling vegetables and helping stir the pots- until a mishap had to turned away from the kitchen.
She had instead been charged with cleaning the fireplaces in the unused bedrooms.
It was an awful job.
Her brown hair was pulled back, exposing deep set eyes with a wine stain blooming across one cheek. A birthmark. Emery had always been a mousey girl, easy to miss. She was dressed in a uniform that was a little ill-fitted on her boyish frame, stubborn ruffles sticking awkwardly from her hair tie.
She was absolutely covered in ash, kneeling next to the clogged fireplace with a crinkled brow and duster in hand.
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demy
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2020
It had been an incredibly difficult few years for the colony. There was a shared grief that came with surviving a population devastating event. The colonists had been forced to focus on rebuilding, only to be confronted with the reality of their future-Their lack of future without intervention.It was another difficult choice. Traditional values of love, finding someone naturally had to be traded in. There was instead a required focus on genetics while it was still possible to repopulate without repercussions on future generations. Those lacking a partner were paired by the colony AI, who intuited wide parameters in order to make it work. Everyone was expected to do their part.
No exceptions.
Harper had been paired up with a man twice her age.
Thomas Friggen Campsey of all people.
She had shouted, screamed and now refused to even be in the same room with her assigned partner. There had been no reinforcement ... yet. The blonde had been avoiding their newly assigned rooms for days, visiting one of the communal cafeterias to dine. Peering around the entrance the blue eyed prime beauty checked out the densely populated space. Sharp eyes darting this way that before she finally entered and made a beeline for the food machines. Harper was lithe, moving with the uncontained energy of a cockatiel. Her outfit today was cute, comfortable and poorly chosen given her daily duties- When she bothered to do them.
No exceptions.
Harper had been paired up with a man twice her age.
Thomas Friggen Campsey of all people.
She had shouted, screamed and now refused to even be in the same room with her assigned partner. There had been no reinforcement ... yet. The blonde had been avoiding their newly assigned rooms for days, visiting one of the communal cafeterias to dine. Peering around the entrance the blue eyed prime beauty checked out the densely populated space. Sharp eyes darting this way that before she finally entered and made a beeline for the food machines. Harper was lithe, moving with the uncontained energy of a cockatiel. Her outfit today was cute, comfortable and poorly chosen given her daily duties- When she bothered to do them.
It was a lovely sunny Saturday.
Nora made sure to close the curtains. She was in her childhood bedroom, having ultimately decided to take a year off before going to college. Her parents and sister were gone for the weekend. The house was quiet except the young ladies thoughts. There had been something weighing on her mind. Something she wanted to figure out before taking on a secondary education. There was a VR system on the bed. It been a friends suggestion. Nora had 'borrowed' her sisters. Plopping down on the bed she swept her black hair, still too short for her liking, to the side. The VR nodules pressing into her temples. Nora laid back on the bed. The world went black before light burst out and the girl found herself standing in a open pink space with gridlines to give the appearance of solid surface. Nora blinked dark eyes, it had been a long time since she had used VR. She pinched herself.
"Ouch."
Pffting Nora loaded up the last save of what looked like a high school dating simulator. A weird pick for sister. A moment later she was wearing a school uniform. It was cute! A blue pleated skirt, white blouse and a beige sweater that swamped her skinny frame a little. It even had the classic bow in the front and black knee highs. Nora smiled before very nervously checking the most important feature. Her fingers lifting up the skirt to reveal smooth striped panties-
"Wow." She quickly dropped the skirt, a bubbling smile slipping across her pale features, figuring that was the most the game would feature. No bulge! It was a strange feeling. Nora took a deep breathe and went back to the settings making her inky black hair fall to the her waist, pushing it back into a simple headband. Nora was ready. The game files loaded in leaving her standing in an empty school hallway.
Nora made sure to close the curtains. She was in her childhood bedroom, having ultimately decided to take a year off before going to college. Her parents and sister were gone for the weekend. The house was quiet except the young ladies thoughts. There had been something weighing on her mind. Something she wanted to figure out before taking on a secondary education. There was a VR system on the bed. It been a friends suggestion. Nora had 'borrowed' her sisters. Plopping down on the bed she swept her black hair, still too short for her liking, to the side. The VR nodules pressing into her temples. Nora laid back on the bed. The world went black before light burst out and the girl found herself standing in a open pink space with gridlines to give the appearance of solid surface. Nora blinked dark eyes, it had been a long time since she had used VR. She pinched herself.
"Ouch."
Pffting Nora loaded up the last save of what looked like a high school dating simulator. A weird pick for sister. A moment later she was wearing a school uniform. It was cute! A blue pleated skirt, white blouse and a beige sweater that swamped her skinny frame a little. It even had the classic bow in the front and black knee highs. Nora smiled before very nervously checking the most important feature. Her fingers lifting up the skirt to reveal smooth striped panties-
"Wow." She quickly dropped the skirt, a bubbling smile slipping across her pale features, figuring that was the most the game would feature. No bulge! It was a strange feeling. Nora took a deep breathe and went back to the settings making her inky black hair fall to the her waist, pushing it back into a simple headband. Nora was ready. The game files loaded in leaving her standing in an empty school hallway.
The being named Qex felt exhilarated.
A project years in the making was finally ready to commence. 'His' mandibles clicked in a low babble as the breeder reviewed the most recent scans. The subjects were in prefect health. He was currently reviewing one of the multiple files, a female of excellent breeding age. Turning away from the scans Qex crossed to the back of the lab, where glass containment pens stood in two separate rows. The subject in question should be waking any moment! She had both been dosed before transport, an attempt to limit stress which could prove to be counter productive to breeding them. The chemicals were meant to wear off slowly. The subjects waking but remaining docile for a short window while absorbing their new surroundings. This human had been the first to complete health checks and therefore was the first to wake.
Qex felt they were prepared to further soothe the creatures if needed.
The being spotted movement. Turning quickly, 'his' many eyes observed the female. She was small. A nimble shape. They had dressed them all in comfortable clothing, simple shirts and pants. It seemed to be a preference of the species, unsurprising given their sensitivity to temperature. Qex was quite taken with her with first impressions. Her coloration a pale 'pink' with 'blonde' hair that strangely grew dark at the roots. Chemical alternation. How strange.
"I think the female is waking." The being turned to 'his' companion, chirping. "Do you think it is too soon to name them?"
Harper opened her eyes to bright light and an overbearing feeling of something being wrong. She blinked slowly, a little dazed and confused by the unfamiliar white ceiling. The girls body was heavy. Sluggish. It took a moment for to pull herself up, staring out at the strange glass room- There was something staring back.
A project years in the making was finally ready to commence. 'His' mandibles clicked in a low babble as the breeder reviewed the most recent scans. The subjects were in prefect health. He was currently reviewing one of the multiple files, a female of excellent breeding age. Turning away from the scans Qex crossed to the back of the lab, where glass containment pens stood in two separate rows. The subject in question should be waking any moment! She had both been dosed before transport, an attempt to limit stress which could prove to be counter productive to breeding them. The chemicals were meant to wear off slowly. The subjects waking but remaining docile for a short window while absorbing their new surroundings. This human had been the first to complete health checks and therefore was the first to wake.
Qex felt they were prepared to further soothe the creatures if needed.
The being spotted movement. Turning quickly, 'his' many eyes observed the female. She was small. A nimble shape. They had dressed them all in comfortable clothing, simple shirts and pants. It seemed to be a preference of the species, unsurprising given their sensitivity to temperature. Qex was quite taken with her with first impressions. Her coloration a pale 'pink' with 'blonde' hair that strangely grew dark at the roots. Chemical alternation. How strange.
"I think the female is waking." The being turned to 'his' companion, chirping. "Do you think it is too soon to name them?"
Harper opened her eyes to bright light and an overbearing feeling of something being wrong. She blinked slowly, a little dazed and confused by the unfamiliar white ceiling. The girls body was heavy. Sluggish. It took a moment for to pull herself up, staring out at the strange glass room- There was something staring back.
Remy was considered an odd girl by their neighbors.
A sweet girl, but a little odd.
She took care of her mother in a small two story home in the middle of town. It had been under their families ownership for generations and honestly needed some work. Work they could not afford. The young woman was their only provider, working a part time job at the market a few days a week. The rest of time divided by taking care of her mother and walking the surrounding countryside and shores.
Remy had a love for birds.
A small series of journals were currently tucked into the bookshelves of their sitting room, a chronicle of the young woman's observations since childhood. She spent little time doing anything else that wasn't a responsibility. -
Though she did enjoy knitting and collecting trinkets from the local thrift store.
It was a lovely day.
Remy was returning from work. A satchel held her notebook, colored pencils and a pair of binoculars. The girl herself was dressed in hand down clothes from her mother and a sweater from her deceased grandmother.
They were a little big on her skinny frame.
A set of clips, a gift for her birthday and another hand down, kept tussled brown strands from her face. It had been a normal until she saw the moving boxes into a house that had stood empty for years. The young woman paused, standing in the shadow of tree. A new neighbor?
A sweet girl, but a little odd.
She took care of her mother in a small two story home in the middle of town. It had been under their families ownership for generations and honestly needed some work. Work they could not afford. The young woman was their only provider, working a part time job at the market a few days a week. The rest of time divided by taking care of her mother and walking the surrounding countryside and shores.
Remy had a love for birds.
A small series of journals were currently tucked into the bookshelves of their sitting room, a chronicle of the young woman's observations since childhood. She spent little time doing anything else that wasn't a responsibility. -
Though she did enjoy knitting and collecting trinkets from the local thrift store.
It was a lovely day.
Remy was returning from work. A satchel held her notebook, colored pencils and a pair of binoculars. The girl herself was dressed in hand down clothes from her mother and a sweater from her deceased grandmother.
They were a little big on her skinny frame.
A set of clips, a gift for her birthday and another hand down, kept tussled brown strands from her face. It had been a normal until she saw the moving boxes into a house that had stood empty for years. The young woman paused, standing in the shadow of tree. A new neighbor?
The night was chilly. A slight wind rustling through the shadowed branches of the campus trees. Harper had found the instructions stuffed under her dorm room door while her roommate was gone. Whoever had dropped them off gone when the young woman managed to get to the door. The young woman had ripped open the envelope scanning over the contents.
This was her way in. Her ticket to story that would impress the stupid student editor who seemed on intent on screwing Harper over on stories.
How was she supposed to make an impression writing about parking lot construction!
This was the time.
The place.
Harper found herself in a clearing, deep in the woods next to the school property. The moon was out and she could still see even after turning off her phone.
"Hello?" She called out tensely.
Nothing.
A small huff but Harper put away her phone and took out the blindfold from her backpack. This was the last of the instructions, supposedly they would appear. Harper had dressed comfortably, a lithe girl. No dress code has been mentioned. Her shoulder cropped brown hair clipped back. She pulled on the black blindfold tying it tightly.
The world went black.
Harper stood there nervously waiting.
This was her way in. Her ticket to story that would impress the stupid student editor who seemed on intent on screwing Harper over on stories.
How was she supposed to make an impression writing about parking lot construction!
This was the time.
The place.
Harper found herself in a clearing, deep in the woods next to the school property. The moon was out and she could still see even after turning off her phone.
"Hello?" She called out tensely.
Nothing.
A small huff but Harper put away her phone and took out the blindfold from her backpack. This was the last of the instructions, supposedly they would appear. Harper had dressed comfortably, a lithe girl. No dress code has been mentioned. Her shoulder cropped brown hair clipped back. She pulled on the black blindfold tying it tightly.
The world went black.
Harper stood there nervously waiting.
It was a good farm.
The three sisters - and their fussing rooster - had been coaxed and settled into their new lives. It came with food, attention and a cozy roost. They were rather content except for the tedium and the daily work they were expected to contribute to.
The gaggle helped a little, unless one of them was too close to laying, though they were often more prone to causing trouble than anything else.
There was sometimes a little scolding from the farmers-
Their rooster more so, though the sisters never listened. The male had been recently wanting them to leave the bull alone. It was a lost cause really, it had become their favorite game. Harper had managed to win more than anyone else, her slick brown feathers cutting through the air before ducking away.
Kara was a close second, a flash of white fluff.
Remy had not managed once, the youngest of the three and always outpaced, brown speckled feathers a proper mess. They would always start in one of the trees surrounding the field, wait until Byron was hard at work and fastened in place.
"Now?" Kara asked, peering. She was a doll like in nature, with hazel eyes and strawberry blonde waves. They were pulled back today with a string. She was the most curious among them and always first to go along with the oldest sisters ideas.
"Not yet." Harper sniped back peevishly. This made Kara glower, feathers fluffing. The oldest rolled sharp brown eyes. Her brown hair sat shoulder length, a clip holding both sides away from her pale face. She was lithe, a form built for speed. "Stop asking, I'll say when, okay?"
Kara murmured and they both looked at Remy as if sensing her distraction.
The youngest was daydreaming, attention having pulled away from their little game. Remy was nimble and small compared to her sisters. Quiet in comparison and rather stubborn. She held olive skin tones unlike her sisters but the same brown hair as one, trembling down with much disorder. She never brushed it.
Kara swatted a wing and gained back her attention.
"Go!" The prompt was sudden but the sisters exploded into movement. Remy a little lagging as they dove, circled and today were it be wind or luck all three closed in for a swap.
The three sisters - and their fussing rooster - had been coaxed and settled into their new lives. It came with food, attention and a cozy roost. They were rather content except for the tedium and the daily work they were expected to contribute to.
The gaggle helped a little, unless one of them was too close to laying, though they were often more prone to causing trouble than anything else.
There was sometimes a little scolding from the farmers-
Their rooster more so, though the sisters never listened. The male had been recently wanting them to leave the bull alone. It was a lost cause really, it had become their favorite game. Harper had managed to win more than anyone else, her slick brown feathers cutting through the air before ducking away.
Kara was a close second, a flash of white fluff.
Remy had not managed once, the youngest of the three and always outpaced, brown speckled feathers a proper mess. They would always start in one of the trees surrounding the field, wait until Byron was hard at work and fastened in place.
"Now?" Kara asked, peering. She was a doll like in nature, with hazel eyes and strawberry blonde waves. They were pulled back today with a string. She was the most curious among them and always first to go along with the oldest sisters ideas.
"Not yet." Harper sniped back peevishly. This made Kara glower, feathers fluffing. The oldest rolled sharp brown eyes. Her brown hair sat shoulder length, a clip holding both sides away from her pale face. She was lithe, a form built for speed. "Stop asking, I'll say when, okay?"
Kara murmured and they both looked at Remy as if sensing her distraction.
The youngest was daydreaming, attention having pulled away from their little game. Remy was nimble and small compared to her sisters. Quiet in comparison and rather stubborn. She held olive skin tones unlike her sisters but the same brown hair as one, trembling down with much disorder. She never brushed it.
Kara swatted a wing and gained back her attention.
"Go!" The prompt was sudden but the sisters exploded into movement. Remy a little lagging as they dove, circled and today were it be wind or luck all three closed in for a swap.
Kara was trying to gather her nerve.
The young female was currently standing on a doorstep. It was house she had never been too but had seen snippets of in photos, video and their now rare online talks.
Distance had been lead to the two childhood friends drifting apart. They both had new friends, school and of course responsibilities in their respective families. Their respective packs. It was only natural and yet Kara continued to yearn for a simpler time between them. He had been first crush. Unrequited. She had never said anything.
That was going to change!
Kara had pretty much driven across the country to be here.
That idea might have been the hormones talking. It should be a special moment spent with someone special. The first time, her first heat. Kara wanted them to be perfect-
It was getting unbearable.
It was problematic to leave herself unattended this long. She had tried to take care of herself in the car, take the edge off, but only ended up getting more worked up. The strawberry blonde was flushed. Nearly trembling as she stood alert, dressed in a cute outfit. Her long tussled hair was tied back in a pert ponytail, drawn away from a heat shaped face and bright brown eyes.
Her feature were foxish despite her wolfish nature.
Skin in gentle olive tones from the sun.
Kara took a shutter breathe, trying to force a sense of calm. He would know, of course, know how needy she was but she wanted to confess with sincerity. A part of her hoped he would be, well the one. A delicate hand reached out to knock.
The young female was currently standing on a doorstep. It was house she had never been too but had seen snippets of in photos, video and their now rare online talks.
Distance had been lead to the two childhood friends drifting apart. They both had new friends, school and of course responsibilities in their respective families. Their respective packs. It was only natural and yet Kara continued to yearn for a simpler time between them. He had been first crush. Unrequited. She had never said anything.
That was going to change!
Kara had pretty much driven across the country to be here.
That idea might have been the hormones talking. It should be a special moment spent with someone special. The first time, her first heat. Kara wanted them to be perfect-
It was getting unbearable.
It was problematic to leave herself unattended this long. She had tried to take care of herself in the car, take the edge off, but only ended up getting more worked up. The strawberry blonde was flushed. Nearly trembling as she stood alert, dressed in a cute outfit. Her long tussled hair was tied back in a pert ponytail, drawn away from a heat shaped face and bright brown eyes.
Her feature were foxish despite her wolfish nature.
Skin in gentle olive tones from the sun.
Kara took a shutter breathe, trying to force a sense of calm. He would know, of course, know how needy she was but she wanted to confess with sincerity. A part of her hoped he would be, well the one. A delicate hand reached out to knock.
It was an old ornate red house surrounded by a miss-kept front yard of tangled weeds and an iron fence. There were other signs of neglect, peeling paint and filled gutters. Thick curtains concealed the inside from any wondering attention and from the brightness during daytime. Doctor Anthony Roth was an odd sort though this was not uncommon with a long-lived one of his kind. His neighbors kept to their own business as you did with any vampire living on your street.
The doorbell would let out a sharp trill that would easily echo throughout the spacious three floor home though it was packed to the brim with books and other clutter.
It would take a long sustained moment before padding footsteps come up and with a creak revealed the worn face of a woman that had to have been into her 80's. She seemed frail but sturdy, with a neat white apron tied around her waist and smudged with dust. Clear brown eyes blinking at the houses guests.
She has been the one to contact a solicitor.
Vampires required companions.
A source of food and with older vampires a minder for what tended to be more there more erratic nature. Doctor Anthony Roth had not left his house in years, not since the departing of his last companion. He had never gotten around to replacing, merely paying for occasional service when required.
His housekeeper had proceeded with things, knowing she would soon be leaving the home as well.
"Good Afternoon." Her voice crinkled like thin paper.
The doorbell would let out a sharp trill that would easily echo throughout the spacious three floor home though it was packed to the brim with books and other clutter.
It would take a long sustained moment before padding footsteps come up and with a creak revealed the worn face of a woman that had to have been into her 80's. She seemed frail but sturdy, with a neat white apron tied around her waist and smudged with dust. Clear brown eyes blinking at the houses guests.
She has been the one to contact a solicitor.
Vampires required companions.
A source of food and with older vampires a minder for what tended to be more there more erratic nature. Doctor Anthony Roth had not left his house in years, not since the departing of his last companion. He had never gotten around to replacing, merely paying for occasional service when required.
His housekeeper had proceeded with things, knowing she would soon be leaving the home as well.
"Good Afternoon." Her voice crinkled like thin paper.
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Super-Earth
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Rue was unhappy. The young woman was often unhappy and today the cause was her expected guest. She was currently seated in the parlor with her father, silence thick between them. Her ladies maid waiting in the garden where a table had been set up for afternoon tea. The young lady enjoyed tea in the garden but did not enjoy the prospect of meeting her suitor.
Normally she would have been delighted at that prospect to. It would have been her first despite her standing. She was a pretty, though a contrast to her family, a collection of blue and blonde. Her opposing dark eyes standing out from pulled back dark brown locks and soft features.
Her slightly younger sister was just as pretty, though much more pleasant by popular opinion and until she was called for it seemed men preferred to focus on courting her.
Rue resisted the urge to puff.
Now her father had gone as far as to start discussions with a werewolf of all things. One with a newly granted title, along with lands.
The standing was there but union bordering on shocking.
A bell rang, announcing their guests arrival, her father stood and quickly Rue followed. She might have been sullen but always minded in front of the man even if she made trouble out of direct sight. Rue smoothed her hands over her dress. The young lady had interesting choice of style, one that never quite suited her, always loaded with ruffles, ribbons and flowers.
Today her mother had chosen her dress.
Rue perked as the door to the parlor opened, the guest having been escorted to meet them.
Normally she would have been delighted at that prospect to. It would have been her first despite her standing. She was a pretty, though a contrast to her family, a collection of blue and blonde. Her opposing dark eyes standing out from pulled back dark brown locks and soft features.
Her slightly younger sister was just as pretty, though much more pleasant by popular opinion and until she was called for it seemed men preferred to focus on courting her.
Rue resisted the urge to puff.
Now her father had gone as far as to start discussions with a werewolf of all things. One with a newly granted title, along with lands.
The standing was there but union bordering on shocking.
A bell rang, announcing their guests arrival, her father stood and quickly Rue followed. She might have been sullen but always minded in front of the man even if she made trouble out of direct sight. Rue smoothed her hands over her dress. The young lady had interesting choice of style, one that never quite suited her, always loaded with ruffles, ribbons and flowers.
Today her mother had chosen her dress.
Rue perked as the door to the parlor opened, the guest having been escorted to meet them.
Willcreek Farm had belonged to the Hatfield's for five generations.
It was a small farm compared to those of its neighbors. A few acres of wheat fields, a herd of cattle along with a small collection of various other animals that kept the family fed with some items to go to market. The family itself consisted of a widowed mother and a collection of unwed daughters. A little over a year year ago the father had passed, and now the harder farm work was done by often temporary hires. Their latest hand Michael had worked for the family the longest out of the lot and did good work to boot.
The daughters had not paid too much mind to this him at first, well expect for the eldest, though she flirted with everyone and was not to be taken seriously. Things had shifted when the middle child started lingering around, sneaking peeks whenever the farmhand was working.
It was a sunny afternoon when she finally gave into her impulses.
"M-Michael" A trembling voice breathed softly. There was a crackle of hay as something shifted in the old barns hayloft. Tucked behind a few sacked bales was quite the sight.
The middle daughter Wren was curled up against on an old cotton blanket. She was a willowy thing, with long flaxen colored tangles and sun-kissed tones. They were currently spread out around her, hay knotted in places from tumbling around the loft. The hem of her plain skirt had been yanked up, the buttons of her blouse spread open.
This had all started when Wren had spotted Michaels work gloves drying in the sun. It was those very same gloves she was now wearing while playing with herself. The right shoved between pinched thigh's while the left gripped her small breast, fingers pinching a nipple.
"M-Michael, please! " Wren would bubble softly, writhing as her right hand ground against her folds.
It was a small farm compared to those of its neighbors. A few acres of wheat fields, a herd of cattle along with a small collection of various other animals that kept the family fed with some items to go to market. The family itself consisted of a widowed mother and a collection of unwed daughters. A little over a year year ago the father had passed, and now the harder farm work was done by often temporary hires. Their latest hand Michael had worked for the family the longest out of the lot and did good work to boot.
The daughters had not paid too much mind to this him at first, well expect for the eldest, though she flirted with everyone and was not to be taken seriously. Things had shifted when the middle child started lingering around, sneaking peeks whenever the farmhand was working.
It was a sunny afternoon when she finally gave into her impulses.
"M-Michael" A trembling voice breathed softly. There was a crackle of hay as something shifted in the old barns hayloft. Tucked behind a few sacked bales was quite the sight.
The middle daughter Wren was curled up against on an old cotton blanket. She was a willowy thing, with long flaxen colored tangles and sun-kissed tones. They were currently spread out around her, hay knotted in places from tumbling around the loft. The hem of her plain skirt had been yanked up, the buttons of her blouse spread open.
This had all started when Wren had spotted Michaels work gloves drying in the sun. It was those very same gloves she was now wearing while playing with herself. The right shoved between pinched thigh's while the left gripped her small breast, fingers pinching a nipple.
"M-Michael, please! " Wren would bubble softly, writhing as her right hand ground against her folds.
Amelia had always adored being the center of attention.
She had always social and energetic, with an assortment of performance based hobby and skills under her belt. Had her life gone the way she imagined the elven girl would have attended an performance arts school, but sometimes life sends you twists you don't expect. Amelia had ended up brunt out, jumping from a series of terrible part-time and temporary jobs.
It had been soul-crashing, enough to make Amelia try something a little more unconventional-
Sex work.
Well, performative sex work.
The petite elf had quickly gained herself a large following, working hard to earn enough to provide a rather cozy lifestyle. It helped that she also loved it. Amelia loved showing off for her fans, her pleasure at being watched sincere.
"It's so big~" She hiccupped at the camera. Today, Amelia was set up in her living room. It was a cozy space, bright from all the windows, currently covered with sheer curtains. Her small slender body was settled a plush white rug, dressed in dainty lingerie that matched her sweetheart look. Her blonde waves hung loose down her back, framing a round face with bright blue eyes.
Her ears ended in delicate points, flushed by her current activities.
Amelia was currently working on squeezing herself down onto a large dildo. She squeaked, her pussy accept another inch. It was her biggest toy yet and her fans had been quick to fund the stretch goal. Soft pings alerted her to new messages. She glanced over, biting her lower lip.
She had always social and energetic, with an assortment of performance based hobby and skills under her belt. Had her life gone the way she imagined the elven girl would have attended an performance arts school, but sometimes life sends you twists you don't expect. Amelia had ended up brunt out, jumping from a series of terrible part-time and temporary jobs.
It had been soul-crashing, enough to make Amelia try something a little more unconventional-
Sex work.
Well, performative sex work.
The petite elf had quickly gained herself a large following, working hard to earn enough to provide a rather cozy lifestyle. It helped that she also loved it. Amelia loved showing off for her fans, her pleasure at being watched sincere.
"It's so big~" She hiccupped at the camera. Today, Amelia was set up in her living room. It was a cozy space, bright from all the windows, currently covered with sheer curtains. Her small slender body was settled a plush white rug, dressed in dainty lingerie that matched her sweetheart look. Her blonde waves hung loose down her back, framing a round face with bright blue eyes.
Her ears ended in delicate points, flushed by her current activities.
Amelia was currently working on squeezing herself down onto a large dildo. She squeaked, her pussy accept another inch. It was her biggest toy yet and her fans had been quick to fund the stretch goal. Soft pings alerted her to new messages. She glanced over, biting her lower lip.
Kara was upset.
The young female was currently tucked into the passenger seat of her mothers car, now pulling up in front of a cabin. It was a place she had never been too but had heard of from other family members. It was also in the middle of the fucking woods.
They had driven hours, practically across the country to be here.
Her mother was insistent.
"I don't want to be here." Kara murmured, slumped in the seat and staring out the window with a glower. Her mother spared her a glance as she stopped the car and turned it off.
"Kara," She started sighing, reaching out to pat her daughters leg. It was a well meaning touch but the contact had the young female jerking sharply. The feeling was getting unbearable again, more quickly this time despite Kara having taken the edge off before they left. The strawberry blonde was flushed. Nearly trembling as she sat slumping but tense. Her long tussled hair was tied back in a pert ponytail, drawn away from a heat shaped face and bright brown eyes.
Her feature were foxish despite her wolfish nature.
Skin in gentle olive tones from the sun, contrasting against her comfortable outfit.
"You know why this had to happen," Her mother continued, rising a brow. Kara looked away. The young female had been caught in a rather compromising position with a neighborhood young man, human. "You could hurt someone, someone could hurt you. This way you'll be taken care of properly and have the room to explore you're instincts."
"I know," Kara mumbled, still avoiding eye contact.
"I'll be right back." The older woman left the car, walking up to the cabin and knocking on the door.
Kara took a shutter breathe, trying to force a sense of calm. She was too hot, too everything. Her skin feverish and that place between her legs throbbing. With some privacy the female would be touching, humping, anything and everything. She was moment away from starting to do that anyway.
The young female was currently tucked into the passenger seat of her mothers car, now pulling up in front of a cabin. It was a place she had never been too but had heard of from other family members. It was also in the middle of the fucking woods.
They had driven hours, practically across the country to be here.
Her mother was insistent.
"I don't want to be here." Kara murmured, slumped in the seat and staring out the window with a glower. Her mother spared her a glance as she stopped the car and turned it off.
"Kara," She started sighing, reaching out to pat her daughters leg. It was a well meaning touch but the contact had the young female jerking sharply. The feeling was getting unbearable again, more quickly this time despite Kara having taken the edge off before they left. The strawberry blonde was flushed. Nearly trembling as she sat slumping but tense. Her long tussled hair was tied back in a pert ponytail, drawn away from a heat shaped face and bright brown eyes.
Her feature were foxish despite her wolfish nature.
Skin in gentle olive tones from the sun, contrasting against her comfortable outfit.
"You know why this had to happen," Her mother continued, rising a brow. Kara looked away. The young female had been caught in a rather compromising position with a neighborhood young man, human. "You could hurt someone, someone could hurt you. This way you'll be taken care of properly and have the room to explore you're instincts."
"I know," Kara mumbled, still avoiding eye contact.
"I'll be right back." The older woman left the car, walking up to the cabin and knocking on the door.
Kara took a shutter breathe, trying to force a sense of calm. She was too hot, too everything. Her skin feverish and that place between her legs throbbing. With some privacy the female would be touching, humping, anything and everything. She was moment away from starting to do that anyway.
Audrey kept a perfect household.
Her kitchen was immaculate. Living room straight from a magazine. The flower boxes on her windows hosted a color coordinated array of specimens. The basement could use some work but well placed furniture had covered up what had been a planned do it yourself project for this summer. Instead Audrey had spent most of it meeting with lawyers in air conditioned office spaces.
She had been newly married just a year ago...
Now, newly divorced.
Everything had seemed so prefect, they had been high school sweethearts, marrying young after he taken over his families business. It should have been prefect. They had picked a good neighborhood, the house a gift from her parents and the main asset she had walked away with. It felt too big now.
It was a drizzling and Audrey had settled into working on her budget. She had money from her trust fund to live off of but being alone in the house all day had been driving her crazy. Sighing she had gotten up to crack a window, finding her house stuffy-
He was blaring music again.
Audrey crinkled her nose. It was not the first time but that moment she decided it would be the last. Tossing on a light windbreaker and scurried over to the other house. What had started as a light knock turned into banging. The new neighbors would see a young women, blonde waves tossed up in a pert ponytail. Her outfit well curated except for the yellow windbreaker. She was petite thing but straight spined thing, sharp blue eyes cutting though delicate features.
Her kitchen was immaculate. Living room straight from a magazine. The flower boxes on her windows hosted a color coordinated array of specimens. The basement could use some work but well placed furniture had covered up what had been a planned do it yourself project for this summer. Instead Audrey had spent most of it meeting with lawyers in air conditioned office spaces.
She had been newly married just a year ago...
Now, newly divorced.
Everything had seemed so prefect, they had been high school sweethearts, marrying young after he taken over his families business. It should have been prefect. They had picked a good neighborhood, the house a gift from her parents and the main asset she had walked away with. It felt too big now.
It was a drizzling and Audrey had settled into working on her budget. She had money from her trust fund to live off of but being alone in the house all day had been driving her crazy. Sighing she had gotten up to crack a window, finding her house stuffy-
He was blaring music again.
Audrey crinkled her nose. It was not the first time but that moment she decided it would be the last. Tossing on a light windbreaker and scurried over to the other house. What had started as a light knock turned into banging. The new neighbors would see a young women, blonde waves tossed up in a pert ponytail. Her outfit well curated except for the yellow windbreaker. She was petite thing but straight spined thing, sharp blue eyes cutting though delicate features.
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demy
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2020
It was an old street, with cracked stonework and overgrown landscaping. The houses that weren't empty and falling down housed older folks. It was a neighborhood wrapped in a timelessness with roads barely big enough to fit a small car. Forgotten by the sprawling communities surrounding it. there was one iron gate that looked older than the rest. Crumbling stairs climbed a incline, weaving among a dense collection of weeds, shrubs and trees.
It would come to stop before a yard, long grass concealing old junk going back decades. The house itself while maintained in a sense was faded paint, moss covered shingles and a falling apart deck front deck.
There was a slight impression of trips from the stone steps around the side of the house. A small set of intact wooden steps and a faded green door.
A backyard beyond held the rusted shell of a car and a small shed, sealed with an iron padlock.
There was no doorbell only a knocker-
It was rarely used and Arthur made a point of ignoring it most times that it was. The last time it had been someone looking to buy the land. He was not a comforting presence. A lanky man appearing to be in his late 30's, with piano fingers and disarrayed strands of inky hair. His grey eyes were deep set, sunken, in a pale face made up of sharp lines.
It had been a short, uncomfortable interaction.
Today, Arthur sat in could be considered an office. Relatively dust free it was the most lived in room in the house. Seated in an old armchair he thumbed through a worn looking book.
It would come to stop before a yard, long grass concealing old junk going back decades. The house itself while maintained in a sense was faded paint, moss covered shingles and a falling apart deck front deck.
There was a slight impression of trips from the stone steps around the side of the house. A small set of intact wooden steps and a faded green door.
A backyard beyond held the rusted shell of a car and a small shed, sealed with an iron padlock.
There was no doorbell only a knocker-
It was rarely used and Arthur made a point of ignoring it most times that it was. The last time it had been someone looking to buy the land. He was not a comforting presence. A lanky man appearing to be in his late 30's, with piano fingers and disarrayed strands of inky hair. His grey eyes were deep set, sunken, in a pale face made up of sharp lines.
It had been a short, uncomfortable interaction.
Today, Arthur sat in could be considered an office. Relatively dust free it was the most lived in room in the house. Seated in an old armchair he thumbed through a worn looking book.
It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
The smell of salt was strong in the air, and peering out the window of the small country taxi, Edith was confronted with an endless expanse under a crisp blue sky. Having grown up far from the coast, in a city suburb with a mother who preferred mountain camping trips, this was the first time she had ever seen the ocean in person.
Edith loved it.
It was an odd overwhelming feeling. The young woman wanting nothing more than to get out and climb down to the rolling waves.
It wasn't even that warm of a day.
"I was sorry to hear about your grandma." Edith finally tore herself away to look at the older woman in the front seat. "She was a pillar of the community you know, always had a kind word and a fresh pie." A throaty chuckle. The young woman gave her a small smile in return. The diver had not been the first person to say as much, it seemed like the whole town was aware she had been left the seaside home. They were all probably wondering what she'd do with it too.
Edith had been surprised to even learn her grandmother was still alive. Her mother still refused to discuss the estranged relative from her fathers side, than again they didn't really talk about him either.
Tucking a stray inky strand behind her ear, Edith glanced back out the window and finally caught sight of the small cottage. The taxi pulled up and stopped. Nora got out, once again hit by the salt and sound of waves down the cliffside. The driver had stepped out too and was already grabbing her suitcase.
Nora quickly went over.
"I can get it-" She started to say only to be waved off. The young woman was a nimble thing with deep set owlish eyes and small stature, but there was a strength in her grip that surprised most people. She felt overdressed despite the cool air, and quickly paid the driver.
Nora stood there a moment longer as she was left alone, just taking in the small cottage for everything that it was.
Finally she stepped forward and opened the door to go inside.
The smell of salt was strong in the air, and peering out the window of the small country taxi, Edith was confronted with an endless expanse under a crisp blue sky. Having grown up far from the coast, in a city suburb with a mother who preferred mountain camping trips, this was the first time she had ever seen the ocean in person.
Edith loved it.
It was an odd overwhelming feeling. The young woman wanting nothing more than to get out and climb down to the rolling waves.
It wasn't even that warm of a day.
"I was sorry to hear about your grandma." Edith finally tore herself away to look at the older woman in the front seat. "She was a pillar of the community you know, always had a kind word and a fresh pie." A throaty chuckle. The young woman gave her a small smile in return. The diver had not been the first person to say as much, it seemed like the whole town was aware she had been left the seaside home. They were all probably wondering what she'd do with it too.
Edith had been surprised to even learn her grandmother was still alive. Her mother still refused to discuss the estranged relative from her fathers side, than again they didn't really talk about him either.
Tucking a stray inky strand behind her ear, Edith glanced back out the window and finally caught sight of the small cottage. The taxi pulled up and stopped. Nora got out, once again hit by the salt and sound of waves down the cliffside. The driver had stepped out too and was already grabbing her suitcase.
Nora quickly went over.
"I can get it-" She started to say only to be waved off. The young woman was a nimble thing with deep set owlish eyes and small stature, but there was a strength in her grip that surprised most people. She felt overdressed despite the cool air, and quickly paid the driver.
Nora stood there a moment longer as she was left alone, just taking in the small cottage for everything that it was.
Finally she stepped forward and opened the door to go inside.
It was a chilly night.
Harper bundled the cheap jacket a little tighter around her nimble frame. She was someone who preferred comfort and so tonight's outfit was a little outside her comfort zone though still far from scandalous. She had borrowed the jacket and dress from her roomie. It was hopefully be enough to score her ticket in. Enough to get her the inside scoop on the story that would impress the stupid facility editor who seemed on intent on screwing her over.
Talk about professional basis. She hadn't even stepped out into the world of journalism and it was already tricking to trip her up.
The young woman turned the block and finally got her first look at the large house, blown up with every single light and with well over 100 students clamoring inside and around the lawn. She tried to remember the last she had been to a party-
Freshman semester?
Harper puffed, fingers tucking a blonde lock behind her ear. She was a natural and preferred a simple cropped style the tussled around her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sharp as she entered the crowded house, looking for her target.
Harper bundled the cheap jacket a little tighter around her nimble frame. She was someone who preferred comfort and so tonight's outfit was a little outside her comfort zone though still far from scandalous. She had borrowed the jacket and dress from her roomie. It was hopefully be enough to score her ticket in. Enough to get her the inside scoop on the story that would impress the stupid facility editor who seemed on intent on screwing her over.
Talk about professional basis. She hadn't even stepped out into the world of journalism and it was already tricking to trip her up.
The young woman turned the block and finally got her first look at the large house, blown up with every single light and with well over 100 students clamoring inside and around the lawn. She tried to remember the last she had been to a party-
Freshman semester?
Harper puffed, fingers tucking a blonde lock behind her ear. She was a natural and preferred a simple cropped style the tussled around her shoulders. Her blue eyes were sharp as she entered the crowded house, looking for her target.
Birdie was miserable, angry and scared.
The young woman was currently tucked into the passenger seat of her fathers rattling truck. The red pick up had been travelling the road for an hour despite their destination being considered a neighbor. It was like that out here.
"I don't want to be here." Birdie murmured, slumped in the seat and staring out the window with a glower.
"Shut it." Was her fathers only reply. He was a scarecrow thin man with sharp angles and ruined teeth. Birdie had no love for him and the feeling was mutual. They arrived to soon, pulling up in front of her new home. Her husband was a man she had met only once before. Old as her father with childern oh his own. She was going to be a step-mother.
She planned on getting gone at the next opportunity.
They pulled to a stop.
A proper look at her new home. The family had money compared to the shack she had grown up in. The truck was left idling signaling her father had no intention of sticking around. A sharp look forced Birdie out, the truck doors slamming shut.
She was a small thing.
Mousey brown hair hung around her shoulders, her soft features peering out from poorly cropped bangs. Her eyes were dark, sullen with signs of a restless nights. Sun-kissed skin. She couldn't be considered a stunner, but was a plain sort of pretty. The dress she wore a hand down from her grandmother. A few thumps and a tattered suitcase was thrown next to her. It was mothers.
"Come on." Her father drawled walking up to cabin. Birdie lingered, glowering at his back before picking up the bag and carrying it to the door behind him.
The young woman was currently tucked into the passenger seat of her fathers rattling truck. The red pick up had been travelling the road for an hour despite their destination being considered a neighbor. It was like that out here.
"I don't want to be here." Birdie murmured, slumped in the seat and staring out the window with a glower.
"Shut it." Was her fathers only reply. He was a scarecrow thin man with sharp angles and ruined teeth. Birdie had no love for him and the feeling was mutual. They arrived to soon, pulling up in front of her new home. Her husband was a man she had met only once before. Old as her father with childern oh his own. She was going to be a step-mother.
She planned on getting gone at the next opportunity.
They pulled to a stop.
A proper look at her new home. The family had money compared to the shack she had grown up in. The truck was left idling signaling her father had no intention of sticking around. A sharp look forced Birdie out, the truck doors slamming shut.
She was a small thing.
Mousey brown hair hung around her shoulders, her soft features peering out from poorly cropped bangs. Her eyes were dark, sullen with signs of a restless nights. Sun-kissed skin. She couldn't be considered a stunner, but was a plain sort of pretty. The dress she wore a hand down from her grandmother. A few thumps and a tattered suitcase was thrown next to her. It was mothers.
"Come on." Her father drawled walking up to cabin. Birdie lingered, glowering at his back before picking up the bag and carrying it to the door behind him.
It was a bitter air that was blowing.
Things always tasted stale in cities now. She usually kept to the outskirts, but a lack of anything had driven her deeper into the increasingly towering structures. It could have been worse. The monsters were easy to hear coming and were no longer the writhing masses they used to be in the early days. It helped that Ethy was small and quiet. She was too small really, recent months having been hard on the poor girl.
Ethy was alone. She had been alone for a long time now. GPS was a thing of the past and paper had no held up long. She didn't know where she was or how far she had come.
She simply kept moving.
There were others.
She was too weary to approach those she glimpsed from a distance. There was no way to know. Where they good people, or cannibals. Ethy was not hungry enough to risk it... yet.
The mall was hopefully.
Ethy had crawled her way into the building, carefully picking though the shops. There were a few monsters but they were mostly contained to one floor. The shops had gates and she considered trying to close them, therefore creating a more secure place to sleep.
They were rusted in their current positions.
She had moved on, rooting through a clothing shop and swapping out some of her clothing. They were hardly better, a little cleaner. Ethy was skinny, with a weary slightly pinched expression. Her black hair tangled and chopped unevenly to her shoulders. Dark eyes swallow. It was clear the girl lived a hard life.
The next stop was a pharmacy.
Everything within easy access had been picked clean. She had found a locked glass cabinet with a few bottles. It was hard to read them. Worth the risk? Ethy was quick. There were escape routes. She made a rash decision knowing the importance of medicine. Grabbing an empty fire extinguisher and with a after a moments hesitation slamming it into the glass. It broke, much more loudly than she had imagined.
Ethy balked, not even look she shoved bottles into her backpack-
Zipping it shut and scrambling towards the half closed gate.
Squeaking when she turned an aisle and almost run into the two men. Jerking back she slammed back onto the hard floor. Looking at them in stunned silence before fear kicked in and she darted backward along the floor, trying to quickly get out of reach.
Things always tasted stale in cities now. She usually kept to the outskirts, but a lack of anything had driven her deeper into the increasingly towering structures. It could have been worse. The monsters were easy to hear coming and were no longer the writhing masses they used to be in the early days. It helped that Ethy was small and quiet. She was too small really, recent months having been hard on the poor girl.
Ethy was alone. She had been alone for a long time now. GPS was a thing of the past and paper had no held up long. She didn't know where she was or how far she had come.
She simply kept moving.
There were others.
She was too weary to approach those she glimpsed from a distance. There was no way to know. Where they good people, or cannibals. Ethy was not hungry enough to risk it... yet.
The mall was hopefully.
Ethy had crawled her way into the building, carefully picking though the shops. There were a few monsters but they were mostly contained to one floor. The shops had gates and she considered trying to close them, therefore creating a more secure place to sleep.
They were rusted in their current positions.
She had moved on, rooting through a clothing shop and swapping out some of her clothing. They were hardly better, a little cleaner. Ethy was skinny, with a weary slightly pinched expression. Her black hair tangled and chopped unevenly to her shoulders. Dark eyes swallow. It was clear the girl lived a hard life.
The next stop was a pharmacy.
Everything within easy access had been picked clean. She had found a locked glass cabinet with a few bottles. It was hard to read them. Worth the risk? Ethy was quick. There were escape routes. She made a rash decision knowing the importance of medicine. Grabbing an empty fire extinguisher and with a after a moments hesitation slamming it into the glass. It broke, much more loudly than she had imagined.
Ethy balked, not even look she shoved bottles into her backpack-
Zipping it shut and scrambling towards the half closed gate.
Squeaking when she turned an aisle and almost run into the two men. Jerking back she slammed back onto the hard floor. Looking at them in stunned silence before fear kicked in and she darted backward along the floor, trying to quickly get out of reach.
It was a lovely night for a summoning.
The small cottage glowed with numerous candles, the forest outside its dark craved doors dark except for the eerie glow of the full moon. Three young woman were huddled around an old bound book. They were neither sisters nor lovers or even really friends.
Their teacher had brought them to this house and with the older woman away the most daring of their number had gotten an idea.
"We have everything we need." Priscilla murmured, fingers running down the instructions of the summoning spell. She was a fair willowy girl with scheming blue eyes, shining blonde hair gathered in a ponytail. The tallest of the three she was inclined to her outward nature, though dressed with a delicacy she was not.
"This is foolish." Ingrid stewed, looking away from the book and almost holding herself apart of the other two girls. "You're going to get us killed." This young witch was a skinny thing, with sharp features and dark eyes. Her own hair was dark slick straight, flowing down her back like ink against the blue of her dress. A ever present frown creased her lips.
"You're free to leave." Priscilla waved a hand at her companion.
The last of their number was silent.
A plain looking girl with shorter brown hair, a tangle that could use a brush through it. Her clothes were unkempt and chalk coated the fabric and her fingers as she pulled away from the book and finished the last of the symbols.
"Done?" Priscilla asked and the Remy nodded. "Good let's begin." hands were held and though begrudgingly Ingrid would join the circle. The moon settled the window the three little witches started chanting the spell.
The small cottage glowed with numerous candles, the forest outside its dark craved doors dark except for the eerie glow of the full moon. Three young woman were huddled around an old bound book. They were neither sisters nor lovers or even really friends.
Their teacher had brought them to this house and with the older woman away the most daring of their number had gotten an idea.
"We have everything we need." Priscilla murmured, fingers running down the instructions of the summoning spell. She was a fair willowy girl with scheming blue eyes, shining blonde hair gathered in a ponytail. The tallest of the three she was inclined to her outward nature, though dressed with a delicacy she was not.
"This is foolish." Ingrid stewed, looking away from the book and almost holding herself apart of the other two girls. "You're going to get us killed." This young witch was a skinny thing, with sharp features and dark eyes. Her own hair was dark slick straight, flowing down her back like ink against the blue of her dress. A ever present frown creased her lips.
"You're free to leave." Priscilla waved a hand at her companion.
The last of their number was silent.
A plain looking girl with shorter brown hair, a tangle that could use a brush through it. Her clothes were unkempt and chalk coated the fabric and her fingers as she pulled away from the book and finished the last of the symbols.
"Done?" Priscilla asked and the Remy nodded. "Good let's begin." hands were held and though begrudgingly Ingrid would join the circle. The moon settled the window the three little witches started chanting the spell.