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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 5:31 pm
His smirk came back when she rose up and stood over him, looking up at her as she was looking down at him. That was a reasonable request. He couldn't exactly teach her any flashy magical stuff but he knew enough to make her stand toe to toe with possibly even Yawg.
Deal., a slight snicker came from him. They'd still need to get ahold of some tools and such so he could properly train her, in worst case he'd need to pull some strings and call in some favors. Would be doable.
Wanna ********?, I hear angry sex is great and you still look a little mad., Behold the bluntness. How it blossoms at the most odd of times and ever while a humanoid cat ninja was sitting by the same table.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 5:48 pm
Last night she may have been taken aback by his forward approach to sexuality. Today, with the promise of becoming stronger, to finally have the chance to put a end to Crow in her grasps, woke something inside her spirit. Spreading her legs, she sat on Ali, facing him, her legs resting on both sides of his own. Her fingers locked behind his head as they rested on the back of his neck. Her eyes brightened a shade or two as she pressed in close to his ear. "Perhaps some sexual healing is in order." Her breath fell hot against his skin as her tongue encircled his earlobe, she laughed slightly, biting down on his dangling flesh. "Or, you can take me to the training grounds where there is a vast amount of toys and supplies. I'm sure there is something there to aide us." Teasingly, she moved her aching parts over his lap, enticing him to decide what the next move would be.
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 5:57 pm
Really? Training or sex? That was the choice he was given?
Well that was a no brainer.
Keep the bottle kitty., Ali rose from his seat and simply held her up with his hands underneath her rump. Hell he'd carry her like this up the stairs if he had to and kick the door to the room open. Besides, they could do training afterwards, generally better to do it when it was starting to get dark and less chance of others walking in on him teaching her how to choke and snap someone neck. People oddly enough found such a thing unsettling.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 6:05 pm
Looking over his shoulder, Angel waved to the tiger neko that she had been conversing with then held on tighter as she was toted off up the steps to another night of undeniable pleasure.
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 8:20 pm
((OOC: I would appreciate some patients in waiting for me to respond at least if you're going to bother acknowledging my being there before leaving))
Kumouri had declined the whiskey when first offered. When the mention of training was brought up he was about to offer, but then it turned to sex and he opted to stay out of it. Besides he was barely even being acknowledge now and there was no point in further conversation. He would quietly drink his tea.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 8:45 pm
Crow ascended the stairs of her dungeon wearing nothing but a garment of moving shadows to cover her lady bits. If one looked closely they would see the wounds from the battle with Ali yesterday were almost healed. Above her left breast the sign of Yawgmoth stood out boldly against her snow white skin. Her hair flowed behind her as she moved, black as pitch but glossy as her lips. This dark Queen was as beautiful on the outside as she was vile on the inside. She walked behind the bar, stomped on a hidden board and retrieved her black bottle she had hid there. The bottle she had accused Angel of taking the day before. In a flurry of movement Crow was sitting on top of the bar counter and popping the cork with her well manicured hands. Crow took a hearty swig and smiled as the unicorn blood spilled into her mouth. Crow's violet eyes scanned the room. Angel and Ali were no where in sight. So, who to ******** with tonight she thought.
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Mistress Crow Darkstryde Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 8:47 pm
Kumouri must have been using his shadow magic unconsciously or something. For he was seated at the bar, sipping his tea. He was quietly watching Crow.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:00 pm
Crow was used to being looked at. She smirked to herself, a neko could be fun. Her eyes narrowed as she lifted her arm and bid him to come to her with her index finger.
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Mistress Crow Darkstryde Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:04 pm
He smirks some and she would see the tips of his fangs. He holds up on hand, a sharp clawed finger beckoning her to come to him. It was as if danger itself was inviting her to come sit with it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:09 pm
Crow tossed her head back as her laughter echoed through the rafters. Crow answered no ones nor did she come when beckoned. Once more she bid him come over.
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Mistress Crow Darkstryde Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:13 pm
"we tigers don't come so easily. Rather we wait for our prey to come to us before we pounce." He remarks his eyes locked to hers.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:18 pm
Raising the brow over her left eye, Crow smirks. "We are prey to no fleabag beast."
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Mistress Crow Darkstryde Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:26 pm
He had another drink of his tea before saying "then you're not prepared to brave the dangers of the hunt."
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:29 pm
"Oh we think she's more than prepared." a voice called from the darkness of the rafters as a pair of red eyes opened among them. The presence of the Lord of the Wastes filled the air. He didn't show himself, just a pair of eyes gleaming in the blackness for now. "But, you may learn that yourself soon. Just don't say we didn't warn you kitty." another visible facade joined the red eyes. The flashing white grin of sharpened teeth settling below the piercing crimson eyes as Yawgmoth smirked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:36 pm
One ear had turned toward Yawgmoth when he spoke, but he chose not to respond verbally. Crow ultimately was the one that determined his course of action, for the most part.
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