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Post by Toivo Koivisto on May 11, 2004 2:20:36 GMT -5
"R-Reall-lly?" My teeth chatter as I struggle to get used to the water.
"It's n-nots-so b-bad...." I hold my breath, and dive under. I emerge, and feel much better.
"Ahhhh there we go..."
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Post by Swan of Tounela on May 11, 2004 2:23:22 GMT -5
"You poor thing, it is not that cold."
I smile. I love seeing him like this. His perfect body, his long green hair, his flawless skin.
He is not cursed in my eyes, even if I can not touch him, I can admire him.
I dive deep into the water and look at the bottom. There are clam shells and cray fish. I see an agate and bring it to the surface to take a look.
"You should dive to the bottom as well, and see if you find anything interesting."
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Post by Bengal on May 11, 2004 2:24:27 GMT -5
She looks at him and licks her lips and tilts her head to the side. She was not sure what happened there. Had he said it was alright? She smiled at him. He was everything she had not expected of an Ulfric. He cared about things and was kind as well. She was glad.
"Lunar, you are nothing of what i expected an Ulfric to be like. I find that you have drawn me into your own pack and welcomed me as one of your own. In this place of magic and memory i find that i am drawn to you. For that reason i shall tell you my true name. I am know as Chasca by my pard and my vargamor. I carressed your hand suggestively in a way i would have done in my pard. Lunar i would like to know now what place in the pack may i have. I will go along with whatever you decide."
She lowers her head. Even though she did not let sex or feelings of that nature rule her she found herself wanting to be his. She wanted him to claim her. Yet she knew he might not. And she was ready for it. She waited as she did she held her breath.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on May 11, 2004 2:26:06 GMT -5
I smile and kiss her.
"I love you, Simona..."
I cling back, and gently lick the side of her face.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on May 11, 2004 2:29:12 GMT -5
"Ahhhh he doesn't appear to like me... Maybe he sees something that you don't." I inch closer to her, and gaze into her eyes.
"What do you see?"
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Post by Simona Weil on May 11, 2004 2:30:13 GMT -5
My nerves tingle with the feel of his warm tongue on my soft skin. I clench my body against his, and lick his neck and chin, then kiss his lip, flicking my tongue against his.
I feel guilty doing such things and not thinking about important things like the anarchist movement.
"I talked to Rodthingy today." I mention before I lick his lips with my tongue.
"He is an interesting fellow..."
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Post by Victoria on May 11, 2004 2:33:38 GMT -5
"Oooh, maybe Socrates is jealous!" I laugh, then tackle him.
I push him down on the bed, pinning his frail body down with my own mass.
"You are so flimsy Futsu, I hope I do not accidentally crush you!"
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on May 11, 2004 2:33:45 GMT -5
I follow suit, even though she's a much better swimmer than me. I scan the floor, trying to find something interesting. My hands run across the bottom, and I feel something squirm under my touch. I jump back, and swim to the surface.
"Underwater life is amazing... Although I forget that it shouldn't be tampered with sometimes."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on May 11, 2004 2:37:46 GMT -5
I laugh, and look back up at her.
"If you break me, you'll have to buy me..." I grin mischeviously.
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Post by Swan of Tounela on May 11, 2004 2:37:49 GMT -5
"Let's both dive at the same time. Ready!"
I plug my nose and plunge into the water. My long white hair swirls around me as I swim toward the bottom of the lake. There are many brown colored fish and different aquatic plants. I look at Toivo. He is near me, his green hair floats like kelp in the water. I smile at him.
I look at some rocks that are on the lake bottom and find an interesting snail on one of them. I pull the snail off and take it to the surface.
"Tell me, do you know what kind of snail this is?"
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Post by Victoria on May 11, 2004 2:41:18 GMT -5
"Buy you? Oh but Mr. Futsu, I already OWN you."
I lick his chest and slide up his body to his face. I let down my blonde hair and place my hair pin on my night stand.
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Post by Lunar on May 11, 2004 2:45:52 GMT -5
Lunar leans closer and gently places his hand under her chin, raising her head to meet his eyes. "Well," he says quietly, "There are alot of openings now but I was thinking," he puts his face right beside her's a takes a slow breath through his nose, taking in her scent. He lenas back enough to meet her eyes once more, his own half closed, their red color shimmering dimly in the shaded light, "How about Lupa, Chasca?"
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Post by Baron on May 11, 2004 2:47:42 GMT -5
Baron Bradford finishes his meal and wipes his mouth with a cloth napkin.
"I was a lovely dinner, but I must be on my way. Think of me fondly as I crush you."
He bends down and kisses her on the neck.
"Until we meet again my lovely lady...."
He walks out the door and gets into his black BMW. He has an appoitment with General Kolov and he will not be late. He drives to the Moscow airport and catches his flight to Toronto, where he has a small estate outside of the city. He is schedualed to meet General Kolov in Toronto at 6pm, and he loathes the idea of being late.
After a long flight, he is jet lagged, but does make it to his estate on time. There he waits for Kolov.
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on May 11, 2004 2:52:39 GMT -5
"Ahh yes, this looks like an ordinary pond snail... He's a big fella!"
I look a little closer.
"He must've been sleeping, since snails are nocturnal. Did you know that snails are hermaphrodites, and can live up to 15 years? And their slime allows them to walk on razors without getting hurt."
I just realize that I get excited over boring things sometimes.
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Post by Swan of Tounela on May 11, 2004 2:54:42 GMT -5
"Ah, you are very smart. I was thinking I should join the Green Party. I could be your assistant. The green party needs all the help it can get."
I dive down again, putting the snail back on the rock. This time I pick up a clam.
"And what kind of clam is this?"
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