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Post by Kaieka on Mar 27, 2004 3:06:39 GMT -5
"It is night, we vampires tend to thrive on it. I don't really feel that tired anymore. But if you need to get some rest, by all means, I will not stop you."
It is dark in the compartment, but my eyes can see him plainly as he approaches the bed.
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Post by Lady Violet on Mar 27, 2004 3:08:13 GMT -5
"Auron, good to see you..Mr. Gray. Rave called for reinforcements in Finland. They either did not arrive or we slaughtered. In either case, I want you to head there and investigate." I hand Auron some files on the rebels that live there and details abou tthe mission.
"I believe you will accomplish this mission, good luck Commander Gray."
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Post by Illigitimate God on Mar 27, 2004 3:14:54 GMT -5
He moved slowly. He was tired, but not physically. He was emotionally drained. He layed on the bed next to her, holding her tightly against him. He did not want to talk anymore about loss, or what the future would bring. He simply wanted her. He pulled her yet even tighter to him as he began to kiss her suddenly and passionately, grasping her wrists in his hands.
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Post by Olga on Mar 27, 2004 3:22:18 GMT -5
Olga stands up and removes her wedgy from the well worn seat. She decides to walk around in the train. The train is headed back to Moscow.
"I wonder if I should find myself a naughty kid to punish!" Olga cackles demonically.
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Post by Kaschei on Mar 27, 2004 3:29:19 GMT -5
Kaschei remains cool in the presense of the goddess. "Mistress Louhi, as a matter of fact, both Violet and I are searching for the kampa. One of us is bound to find it. Then, your power will be complete." Kaschei bows before her, then stands and turns away.
"You shall have it, all in good time. All in good time..."
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Post by Kaieka on Mar 27, 2004 3:30:09 GMT -5
His lips meet mine and they are hungry and devouring. He holds my arms down so that I cannot move them. I would not fight him, though. I do not want to, and even if I did, I would not be able to do so. The surging torrent of passion welling up within me renders me unable to think or move or do anything apart from what I feel so drawn to do. It feels as if a da'm has been let loose inside of me, and I am overcome with the waters and am being swept away. I cannot control this.
In the midst of passionate kisses, I bite down on his lower lip, a seep of blood slowly comes to the surface. I gasp and look into his face, wanting to appologize, but he doesn't even seem to notice. I return to kissing him, my tongue delving inside of his mouth, my body continuing to surge with pent up passion. Now I wish I had my hands free. I fight against his restraint, wanting to touch him, to undress him, to lay by his naked form and let every inhibition loose.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 27, 2004 3:38:24 GMT -5
"Homeless shelter in Sweden...right. Listen, you could have just told me the truth. Do you take me for a fool?" Bassarov summons his silver sickle. It glistens in the fading sun.
"Tell me what your orders are, and we can avoid a fight. Or lie again, and I will slit your stomach." Bassarov was tired of Red Infinity's machanations.
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Post by Patrick on Mar 27, 2004 3:41:16 GMT -5
Patrick stared at his mother. He had bitten her much harder than he had intended to. It wasn't ment to hurt, but to show affection. This bite however was very deep and dripping a considerable amount of blood. He stared at his mother waiting for a reaction he knew would make him regret what he just did.
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Gheran
Senior Member
Marxist Mercenary
Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond, call me what you will.
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Post by Gheran on Mar 27, 2004 3:49:15 GMT -5
I push my sunglasses further up onto my nose, and meet Bassarov's eyes.
"Why I'm working for Red Infinity is irrelavent, I suppose what really matters is why I'm here."
I really don't want to fight him... I think Bassarov is a good man from what I've heard, and I probably wouldn't be able to win anyways.
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Post by Illigitimate God on Mar 27, 2004 3:50:05 GMT -5
He let loose her hands to do as they pleased, as they gripped his clothing and stripped it with the fervor of starved dogs. He let her hands run down the length of his body. He returned her kisses with equal passion, letting his own hands slowly slide her clothes off, letting them slide to the floor. He lets his lips smooth over her pallid skin, breathing warmly against it.
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Post by St Celeste on Mar 27, 2004 3:55:23 GMT -5
She looked at the frightened eyes of her child.
"Its ok."
She covered the hand and healed it then she picked up Leo and placed him on her lap.
"Everything is fine darling one. Never fear me. I will never give you reason to fear me."
She hugged him nuzzling his head and kissed his forehead. She placed him back on the floor.
"Now lets play some more."
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Post by Kaieka on Mar 27, 2004 4:01:51 GMT -5
My head tilts back a moan escaping from my lips. The walls of the train's compartments are thin, but I do not care who hears. His touch is warm and soft, my body reacts by pressing against him. I run my hands through his long, shaggy hair, entwining them there. I do not know what has come over me.
I feel feverish, like there is a fire welling in me. I cannot control myself, I am like some animal. I crave this. I roll on top of him, my breathing is shallow. My hands are on his shoulders as I prop myself up, my long dark hair falling into his face. Then I lower myself to kiss him. I kiss his lips, his rough jaw. I take a moment to suck on his earlobe, which gets a response from him, before continuing to kiss down his neck and shoulders...
My hands grope at his chest, I run my tongue along his collar bone. I roll over again, pulling him on top of me. Nothing matters right now except for him and me. I forget about the moving train, about Russia, about Darith, I can think of nothing but this.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Mar 27, 2004 4:02:04 GMT -5
Bassarov and I split up after Patrick talks to him about a tiger. I head towards the lake, and skip rocks. I easily lose interest in social gatherings, and I didn't want to be a fifth wheel.
I look in Bassarov's direction, and see him talking to a man in a red cape. He has his sickle out... I run into the dacha and grab my rifle. I go up towards the attic, and aim down at the man in the red coat...
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Post by Illigitimate God on Mar 27, 2004 4:41:05 GMT -5
Zephyr moved against her, letting a slow breath escape his blood-stained lips. Beads of synthetic sweat formed on his brow. Kaieka had become a starved animal, full of repressed emotion. Zephyr was almost afraid of her, fearing her enormous and seemingly endless passion. He let her sweep him up in her fire, consumed with overzelous motions and slight sighs. He let her take him into the purity of love. He bit down on his lower lip as it re-opened the newly coagulated wound. He pressed his lips to her own, and then violently bites down on her lower lip, drawing blood.
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Post by Sinipunainen on Mar 27, 2004 7:51:48 GMT -5
((Kind of a hopeless battle for me... kinda one sided too, with the hole nature weapon thing))
Sin falls two the ground, his black wings rustling, feather fluttering away in his descent. He hadn't been expecting that and that was that.
THUD!
Sin's body finally hit with astonishing results.
Picking himself up, the Kegai can only look on in earnest of the battle at his steaming red eyes. Both of them are flooded with crimson and a red steam begins to rise from them.
"With Nature on your side, how can I compete? But with Hell on my side, how you can you win?"
With a sadistic smile on his face and snap of his finger, both are transported to a burning world, with cinders, and mountains of lava, and the scream of the eternally darn ed soul.
"Welcome to Hell, Kegai! Let's fight!"
Himself and the Katana, charged with their surroundings blast at Hellspeed, the Katana outstretched.
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