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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:13 am
[High City]
Jarek had stopped easily at Echo's touch, though it did bring up those squashed feelings of wrongness if but for a moment. The feeling had passed just as swiftly as the priestess' touch had left his chest. He did however remove the thumb tucked away in his sash. The mention of hesitation and the tints of uncertainty brought a nervous itch to his hands, only unconsciously aware that he was also pulling his weapons around to his side.
That is until the large klaive's hilt butted against his shoulder, all three sheathes being connected as they were by double short lengths of chains. It was harnessed to his left shoulder by leathers, lest it tear his sash or weigh it down around his knees, likely along with the rest of his attire. He was glad though he did bring his weapons around as his thoughts were cut short by the animal in the group they were shadowing.
Jarek, through force of will alone, resisted the temptation to draw his sword as the bear stood. It was a threefold endeavor as he also had to struggle against warning the priestess as well as making any moves to give them away. Of course, he shouldn't have bothered, he would think with a sneer as not one, but two 'stones' were cast against somewhat harshly the priestess and in turn, for his honor, himself.
It was not the fact that the group ahead of them, from the earthen hewed and blood tinged bear to the exceptionally well-dressed and well-armed silvered were (though a tinge of recognition sparked Jarek's mind at this distance). The ranger between them was not worth writing off either, though the details were fuzzy, Jarek would forever be wary of archers and it looked to be that this one was more than well-armed. That was only a small stone, the bigger of the two seemed to be a companion of theirs... a red elf who had careened into Echo like a drunk man and the resulting whimper he had caught from her, though she tried to bite down on it, Jarek was sure.
Still, they were made and the harm caused to the priestess worked to unshackle a rage he had been struggling with for some time. When the elf had slammed into Echo, she had teetered for a moment before retreating into her cloak, but the scent of burning flesh, slight as it was to his senses, reached his nose. Even working against his anger, his sword arm came out as he both stepped protectively in front of the priestess and gently guiding her to his back. He strongly resisted the urge to draw his weapon, as his sword arm whipped around to hover over the hilt as his stance widened to shoulder-width. In the back of his mind, he actually relished the chance for another of many free lesson of iaido, "You there! Red. Elf." Voice loud, emphatic and clear, like a clarion call to carry over the distance now between them. Not entirely by volume, but by honed presence and mimicked by his swordsman's posture, "Answer for the harm you have caused the priestess here. Tell me what you did to harm her so and apologize as honor demands!"
It was not just his words that spoke, but the itch to change. Everything in his posture demanded a satisfactory response, on threat of harm.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:42 am
Wullf had turned to hopefully rectify any damage caused by his accident prone friend, but found an interesting sight before him instead. The man who was escorting her feel quickly into a readied fighting stance and called out to Tiki for recompense. As Wullf drew closer he caught the smell of burned flesh and thought it coming from the agitated man and cloaked woman's position. However as he got closer to the two he picked up one more scent and it was a scent he understood well, bitten. A sigh left the Lycon's muzzle as he could not believe he was once again thrown into odder and odder confrontations.
Hearing the man's words though did bring a bit of hope to Wullf as the man called for honor. A man of honor was a man Wullf could talk to and at least reason with, and by all accounts Tiki did owe the woman an apology. Wullf had reached the scene by now and placed a hand over Tiki's shoulder, seemingly for support but more so he could not get away.
"Tiki, you have got to learn to be more careful. Look you have obviously injured the woman in some way, now make amends and at least offer to tend to the injuries you've caused," Wullf pushed Tiki forward and kept his sword arm free and made no signs to wish to draw his blade.
"I'm sorry," Tiki said with his head to the ground but Wullf gave him a smack on the shoulder, "Please forgive me good lady, I should watch where I am going next time," Tiki turned to Wullf looking to see if that would do, it wouldn't, "and if I can help treat any injury I seemed to have caused you I will do so," Tiki looked back and Wullf seemed to at least be satisfied.
Wullf turned to the swordsman, a man who most likely was not found of his kind if he was in fact a bitten, "Please let's not have this come to blows, this day is meant to have everyone hear the words from the foreign vassal and hope for the future it can bring. There is no need to draw blades, if there is anything I can do to help make amends for my friend I will do so," Wullf spoke as a man who had seen enough fighting and enough bloodshed in his own lifetime to wish to fine peaceful solutions to everything at this point.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 11:56 am
[High City]
Laughter, as smooth and rich as the expensive silks of her home, caressed and kissed the ears of those around her. Fox ears parted a sea of onlookers, attached to a black kitsune sashaying unhurriedly through an opening that left her in full view of the situation. She was already turning heads, but those behind her, were all uniformly displaying varying degrees of horror and red-faced shame in definite contrast to her deeply smug smile and gleeful golden eyes. It could not have anything to do with the silk-covered parasol she had slowly been twirling with both hands over her bared right shoulder as she sashayed in to the widening circle she was now helping to create around the two guilty parties (three now?). Perhaps it was the way her lush, silky tail swaying in tune with her hips? They certainly were not admiring her luxurious half-worn and very revealing kimono, or the clack of her wooden sandals, "Such teases! Are all the man-creatures in this city so reserved, so modest? I had at least hoped to see an honor duel break out considering the swordsman there!"
If it had not been a scene earlier, her silken voice caressing the ears of all those present had turned yet more heads toward her. Sekkusu(o)suru, aptly named for one of her favorite activities, had picked up on some heady scents... Some interesting scents... after leaving her latest mark in the loving care of release. She knew at least one face, something of a legend back home (whom she had the pleasure of a few encounters with even), "Jarek, dear! What brings you this side of the lake?"
Even under his sun-kissed skin, Sekkusu could tell he was blushing in memory, but she did not let up as she sauntered over to inspect the cloaked figure behind him. She was a wonderful, small little package, what Sekkusu could see of her. Sekkusu beamed as she bent over (she did happen to be much taller than the girl), ample bosom straining against their bindings, and inspected her closely. The cloak was still in the way, but she positively purred as her left hand left the parasol to trace one of the thin cords binding the cloak towards the girl's chest. Perhaps being a little too familiar. Her purring turned her voice even silkier as she her delicate mouth (closer to a snout) opened in pleasured surprise, "You simply must introduce me to your friend here!"
She had a knack for utterly disarming any situation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 12:37 pm
A roll of her eyes said all that she was going to say at the situation as it unfolded. The sound of the Were's obnoxiously loud friend pierced the air again and she resisted the urge to turn as the Were did, until she heard the sharp feminine cry that followed his approach. When she did turn it was with her arms crossed tightly across her chest, rooting in place as Wullf strode forward, and taking sight of the development from well chosen ground. She could see the warriors each reacting in turn, weapons at the ready, though Wullf seemed intent to keep peace.
Rayn knew better. She could see the tremble of muscles at the ready on the other one, the dark swordsman with the funny clothes, building an anticipation for confrontation. In the same motion he ushered the woman behind him for the sake of protection and called out to the elf seeking compensation in honor for his act. Another roll of her eyes. Honor. What a waste of energy in a world that cared little to nothing for it. Why preserve something that bought nothing but untimely death?
Even the entrance of a second Were, a lithe and willowy, charcoal black Fox, by means of a lilting laughter. She seemed to catch the attention of all easily, either by her own fantasy-cut figure or the scandalous, erotic parasol she twirled in easy, unabashed sight of all those around her. She centered on the priestess, almost forsaking the attention of anything else, but for the comment that put her at familiarity with at least the swordsman.
Rayn sighed. As interesting as any of this would be to someone who cared... she didn't. So, half turning, she brought her arm out to her companion as he turned to face whatever had caught her attention, an emotional bond between the two alerting him before a vocal command would, and her hand found his snout before it fell to her side. She scratched it absent-mindedly, a tender gesture that calmed the Bear into a sitting position, and kept her eyes on the others.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 1:04 pm
[High City]
She heard raised voices, remembered a strong and gentle touch guiding her to behind the swordsman and the elf, but truly did not understand half of what was spoke. Blood was rushing to her ears far too quickly even as she found her center and, by the time she had recovered herself, she caught only the last part that had been spoken - an apology from the Red Elf and the large Were's desire to keep things peaceful. Truly, this was what she wanted as well.
Echo had been on the verge of saying so, saying anything to convey that no serious harm had been done (but for a quick fright of her dead heart), when the approach of another demanded her sharp attention. The woman-Were came to her first, a friendly aggresion that spoke of vigorous intimacy easily apparent in her movements, lull of voice, and displayed attributes.
It was not her demeanor nor choice of wardrobe that brought color to the priestess' cheeks, it was her proximity and the assertive presence that came with it. Echo gasped quietly in shock as she wheeled backwards, the touch of the Kitsune's delicate fingers brushing against her in a place that had not been touched since... now it was her cheeks that were aflame as the priestess struggled with burying a memory and maintaining her calm. She'd backed into Jarek, her back to his, and managed to keep her voice level when she spoke.
"It is sorry.. perhaps it should have approached directly and not kept to the shadows. There was no real damage done, simply a surprise that it was not prepared for. Now..." She paused slightly, levellig her gaze with the woman that had been so forward. "Madame, please, it begs your restraint."
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 1:34 pm
[High City]
That the elf had apologized did a bit to assuage his temper and the were's affirmation was just a little more. That Jarek did not have to redirect such to the priestess behind him, was what did the trick as he let his sword arm drop though he kept the harsh look about his face waiting for the priestess to respond. Keeping silent would not do though, his voice still strong, "Very well, another day then."
The other were was at least as confident in his abilities as Jarek was, if but a touch bent more towards peaceful resolution. He would not dwell long on the thought, when much to his horror, a past relation appeared.
His heart to fight, and the rage that went with it, was dashed to pieces at the remembrance of past debauchery with the fox woman that appeared. As if straight from his very vivid memories. He very nearly froze, letting go of his weapons entirely as his arms slackened a bit to his sides. It was all he could do to resist the sight and scent of her. The rise and fall of her chest, the swell of her bosom... the curve of her hips... One violent turn of his head and the shutting of his eyes signaled, he was trying his best to shut the memories out. Even her name was temptation...
When the legendary (lusty) Wakahisa of the east approached and addressed him and the priestess, he stiffened. Shielding his eyes from the dreaded imagery on her parasol, he had let her get by. His need to block the memories lest his thoughts continue to stray from his honor and dignity had been at fault. It was when Echo had pressed into him that he realized it, and found the courage to try and wrest the situation into calmer waters.
He did his best to turn, with a gentle hand again guiding Echo a step away from the charcoal kitsune (such beauty is lethal!). It was a wonder he even found the strength to talk in an even tone, much less remember the proper titles and observances, "Okami Wakahisa, please do not bother the priestess, Echo... she was just injured by the red elf, and as interesting as she is, I beg of you to leave her rest 'til she is seen to." That he had gotten so many words out surprised him greatly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 2:53 pm
[High City]
Sekkusu had to laugh at this turn of events, it turns out it just might be worth staying in the city. If new marks were to be contracted, they would find her, in the meantime she had a new hobby to build and indulge in. Silky laughter again left her smooth muzzle as she straightened and snapped her parasol shut, much to the dismay of many in the crowd. Her satiny voice silenced them again as her suggestive movements accompanied her words, "Oho, dear Jarek, there is no need to be so formal with me! After all, you know me!" The jab, smoother than the poisons she often used, "I was merely interested in your small friend! For you Jarek, I will leave her be..."
She easily ducked past his strong arms, and the fond memories they held, to swiftly hug the smaller girl. Echo's head was easily on level with Sekkusu's bosom as she pressed close, her tail curling around them as she did so, "Forgive me little priestess, I shall show better restraint as a favor to the both of you!"
She released Echo after Jarek cleared his throat into a tightly clenched fist. The only thing tighter, perhaps aside from his pants, were his eyelids. As tightly screwed shut as any eye could be. Hers were almost as closed with mirth, but not quite enough. Holding her closed parasol lightly at her right hip, she laughed into a gently cupped free hand, "Forgive this one, she was only interested in what could be under the cover of this big, large cloak!" Emphasized once again by a trailing hand and tail a touch too familiar...
And now she was interested in a certain person whom her charm had not worked on. Bear companion or not, Sekkusu's charm usually worked on both genders, of all kinds. This one just needed a little more coaxing than the average woman as she sashayed towards the ranger, her tail leaving a whiff of her with Echo and Jarek.
For Sekkusu, her interest drove her to an astounding pace, hidden in her hypnotic movements. For the crowd, there was only one place regardless of movement. Sekkusu. That is, until she did her mystical ninja obfuscation, setting her out of sights sometime before the large silver were (though he was finely dressed too, a catch to work later if he shows some fight to him!) and made for the ranger half-turned away from the spectacle she made. Not even the clatter of her wooden sandals had made a noise (as she really had left them by the priestess)...
That peach tone, garbed and covered in wonderful life. Soft leathers, dark and earthen tones hiding a treasure to be found... Long, rich hair the warm, pleasing and familiar color of bloodied earth, tightly braided. Even her eyes, bored as they were, were such a lovely color of honey... those lips, Sekkusu found herself licking her own... huffing for a taste... It was as if her own pheromones had been turned against her for that simple act of rejection.
When next anyone knew of Sekkusu, she was behind the battle-hardened maiden reaching around with exploratory hands, heedless of her growling companion. Pressed in so closely against the maiden's back, Sekkusu's bosom threatened the hold of her bindings as she tested the surfaces of the ranger's clothes in places the modest would not explore in public. Sekkusu was a quiver with the excitement of having been turned away from. With half closed eyes, her tongue issued from her short snout as she 'kissed' the rangers cheek ever so lightly and in hushed tones, whispered breathlessly into the ranger's ear, "Had you not turned away from the sight of me, I might have missed the treasure hidden so well in my sight. It is not every day that I find one who can so easily write me off. You excite me...!" A hand rose from the woman's blouse to gently touch the immensely shocked ranger's face, as Sekkusu teased the ear she had whispered into with another kiss. A twinge of need colored her voice as she whispered again, "Will you tell me your name...? Please...?"
This was the way of Sekkusu. Forward. Direct. Lusty. But she was not one to have ever needed to say "please"...
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:56 pm
[High City]
Rayn had hardly a chance to register that the fox woman was leaving the priestess be before she disappeared, but a breath before the hairs on her neck stood and a growl of surprise issued from her companion, and less before the hands were roaming freely around and over her form. A strangled sound of surprise escaped her reddened lips, cheeks reddening to match, and Rayn's eyes shifted from a bright shock to a dark anger at being touched so freely.
In the moment of surprised and confusion, for surely if this had been a man to take her so she would have severed a hand by now with a sharp blade, the fox woman was pressing against her so hard there was no doubt left to distinguish between breast, abdomen, and adventurous legs. Even through her clothing Rayn could feel the pull of the woman's questionable coverings as her own were tested by long, prying fingers. She felt dizzy, like a magical haze had overcome her, and she found herself doing nothing as the woman explored her form in plan sight of any onlookers. It was almost like a part of her wanted to be explored, her years of solitude having left her sensitive to the slightest touch, and she stood still. Even her Bear had stilled, though she heard it issue a laugh-like chortle at her expense, and it wasn't until the second wetness on her earlobe that the Ranger recovered enough of her senses to resist the rise of warmth growing under her skin and the dizzying effect of the fox's presence.
She answered the woman's question with a twist and a rude elbow jab, struggling for breathing space, and then a draw of her b*****d sword from its hilt. It was not built for her, that much was obvious in its weight and the way that she held it, but it did not shake. She had made due with a lack of swordsman training with mere determination and resilience in the past and it did not deter from a confident arm.
"You might have asked for it before your advances, Fox."
She wasn't fond of this friendly creature getting to know her better than any others ever had, she was not fond of her Bear sitting on his rump not making a move, and she wasn't fond of the number of people that she'd been unfortunate enough to be forced into interacting with. She was not fond of this day.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 5:22 pm
[High City]
A second excitation of surprised, muffled against the generous embrace of firm flash, came from Echo at the hug. Both a protest in the name of her own chastity and one within at the further temptation of a beast she was burdened with proceeded the small woman going still, very still. She was too close, the scent of this fox woman was too much, and the placement of Echo's mouth was a testament to her faith and will alone that she had not opened to feed. Even being released she merely turned and hid her head deeper, feeling the change come over her face once more, and she frantically prayed silently for the resolve to see her decision through. Greater than the test to find herself after her undeath she was faced with the company of those who treated her so.. both kind and generous, and she was devastated at the thought that they would trust her so. She did not even trust herself, only the Spirit.
"Truly, Jarek, it is alright. It needs but a moment to collect itself."
And so it was to him she prayed, for strength, and she whispered her thanks to Jarek. Her soft voice was throaty, swallowing deeply as her body continued to react against her will, and she withdrew nearly completely. Between the ache of her burned arm and this tease to her hunger it was near impossible for her to remember her own, self-imposed mission. To that extent she was unaware of the happenings until she heard the draw of steel, something that brought her head up quickly for fear of either of the swordsmen finishing what had nearly been started, only to see the weapon drawn in the hands of the Ranger. Bold and brazen, the angered look on her face could spell trouble.
Perhaps she should have made a move to intervene, or spoken up, but she found herself unsure of even that action. The priestess could not even truly explain her pull to this grouping let alone expect to exert any influence over any of them, even more so if one felt as if she had been wronged. Caught between words of calm and inaction Echo watched warily, wondering also in the back of her mind what she might do to cease this altercation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:40 pm
[High City]
This act was not anything new to Jarek, though some of it was new. Still, that the Wakahisa had been so forward in her interest was an eye-opener. He could only sigh as she left Echo after such a personal hug...
Jarek offered a few prayers to his ancestors after he shook off the last of the fox. When he opened his eyes again it was without the strain of the memories that had plagued him just moments ago. He offered what strength he could to Echo, with a gentle hand placed upon her shoulder, "Forgive my touch, Priestess, but please, take all the time you need to recover. I was once enthralled as such myself to the Wakahisa's charms, so I can at least somewhat relate to how you must be feeling..." He could only hope he conveyed comfort in his voice and strength in his touch, though he did worry he may have taken too familiar a move to have touched Echo's shoulder, "If there is anything more I could do, let me know."
He did his best to steel his mind against the Wakahisa when he looked up to keep her in sight. He was almost shaken again, but somehow managed to keep himself composed as he interposed himself between the fox and ranger and Echo. He was entirely at a loss for words for what played out... The emotion the Wakahisa had shown and the liberties she had taken, was certainly more than just something new to him.
The ranger did not seem to take well to it though, as she had broken free from the Wakahisa's grasp and drawn her weapon. Jarek, confused by this turn of events, was entirely at a loss for what to do. So he half-turned towards Echo, and asked in a subdued voice, "What should I do, Priestess?" He hated having to ask her for guidance when he had tried to be comforting, but even he required a guiding hand at times.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 8:35 pm
[High City]
Her eyes were reserved for the wonder before her. For the first time in a long while, she felt a measure of hurt. Enough for a glimmer to show in her golden eyes as the hand she had caressed the ranger's cheek with went to touch her side. Sekkusu found herself wishing the ranger had hit her harder, to leave a bruise. Her hurt increased several times again when the ranger had drawn her sword...
Sekkusu could have easily batted the weapon aside. She wanted to, she wanted to... So she did, Sekkusu moved in pushing the blade down and away to her left with her closed parasol. Until she was in close enough to disarm the ranger as she dropped her own weapon to take the ranger's hands into her own. She could not stop her long tail from winding around the ranger as she spoke, a twinge of hurt still coloring her silky voice, "Then please forgive me for the liberties I have taken and those may continue to take. I shall tell you my name, my real name I promise you..."
Again she closed the distance, her hands sinking the ranger's trapped in her own down towards both their 'nethers. She had pressed so close again that their hands nearly connected those regions together, especially heedless that her bounty above pressed against the ranger again as she moved her snout closer to the ranger's left ear, speaking softly, "I was the youngest in my litter... I hope one day to explain it's meaning in a more serious setting..." ...she would say it slowly at first, and then again, "...it is Se-ku-su-su-ru. Sekkusu(o)suru."
She pulled back for a moment to look into the ranger's amber, brown eyes. Trying to read them, though her own were just a bit cloudy... By her ancestors and the spirits though, she couldn't resist as she swiftly pressed forward and again 'kissed' the left side of the ranger's mouth with her protruding tongue.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:09 pm
[High City]
Before she could have made a move Rayn's attempt at keeping the temptress away from her was intercepted and foiled by the fox woman's one parasol, a hint at her greater knowledge of fencing, and the hilt was knocked from her grip and replaced by the strong, slender hands of the kitsune. Locked as they were she found it difficult to lean back from the continued advance of the Were, pulled towards her (and her lower regions) as she was, and once more her face flared red.
She could feel the tail twining itself around her, somehow finding her legs and making mischief for her there while the fox woman's mouth came ever closer. The Were spoke with a tone as if she'd been hurt, scolded by the rebuke, and it was all Rayn could to do keep her head as her senses were filled with the woman's closeness. The overflowing mass of flesh at the fox's chest, the binding of which were loosening with the constant teasing, pressed into Rayn's own which, in turn, felt as if they were both hot and cold simultaneously at their peaks.
The Fox spoke her name, Sekkusu(o)suru, and Rayn had hardly a second before that whispering, sultry mouth was exploring her own. Either through surprise, or supressed eagerness, Rayn almost responded favorably - before her nervous senses screamed at her and she shocked herself into an attempt to back-pedal out of the situation. Entwined as Sekkusu(o)Surur's tail was, combined with the tight grip of her hands, Rayn couldn't keep her balance. She fell and took the Fox with her, breaking the other woman's fall with her own body before managing to use the effect of the impact to separate herself in a roll.
Her fall had finally gained a reaction from her Bear, which on cue stood and growled a loud warning as she stopped on her hands and knees, and Rayn raised a hand to silence him. It took all of her focus, speaking to him as she knew how to, with one raised arm slowly guiding him back to his four feet and a state of calm. She could not allow him to get excited in the city limits, no matter how he wished to defend her, for the guards would surely put the animal down as a threat.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:42 pm
[High City]
Sekkusu herself was not even sure where this wild want came from. That was all that was on her mind, even as she fell in a mess that sent her clothes and hair everywhere. Even with all the onlookers in one of the most public places in the city. It only fueled the fire in her, consuming her and heating her from her nethers outward. She couldn't be in heat.. but it felt like it she thought as she cleared the hair from her eyes with her sword hand thumb...
That was what was on her mind as she recovered from the fall cushioned by the ranger. She could not help but look over to the ranger, looking to see if she had been harmed. It warmed Sekkusu greatly that she had calmed her companion animal... She could not help but let a smile wide enough to touch her eyes inhabit her features. Her ears had perked up and her tail swished happily when she confirmed the ranger wasn't harmed either. Perhaps it was just the ranger herself that caused this reaction in her.
Chest heaving, she hoped she could break through the ranger's hesitance... but Sekkusu knew it would be longer to truly have her. Longer still if the ranger did not forgive Sekkusu for the liberties she had stolen...
Before she knew it, she had pounced the short distance the ranger had rolled away from her. Sekkusu, knocked the ranger over from her hands and knees, pinning her to the ground with her own body. A smooth practiced movement from Sekkusu's arms grabbed and pinned the ranger's arms, bent, to the ground to the sides of her head. Sekkusu could not help but place herself close to the ranger again, bits of binding finally coming loose as each labored breath threatened what little modesty she had... Sekkusu begged the ranger between heavy breaths, "Please ranger, will you... at least... give me your name...?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:02 pm
[High City]
Something soft hit her, rolled her, and Rayn's head hit the stoneworked ground before her wrists followed suit in a well executed, almost practiced, maneuver. Again the Fox had her restrained and was pressing into her and this time, try as she might, the Ranger didn't have it in her to resist.. too much. Her defenses were quickly breaking down as each heave of Sekkusu's chest brushed against a heave of her own, a heavy breathing brought on by a sensation she'd never known or felt before, and it seemed at once that the crowd faded away and there was only this Fox.
"Rayn.." She spoke unwittingly, before she could think to repress the words.
Repressed. It it seemed a fitting word as it flitted into her mind, her eyes drowning now in Sekkusu's, and she wondered.. of all this time alone, had she secretly been craving this? For someone to simply come along and take it from her...?
That thought ired more fire to her skin and she squirmed, blinking out of the hypnotic trance that had been layed upon her, and really only managed to ignite more want between herself and the Were. Why, she begged of the spirits. The Fox's hold was true and, though she could hear that same curious voice within her mind screaming at her to remain still, she struggled all the same under the weight of the seductress.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:18 pm
The situation seemed to be coming to a close, and a peaceful one at that until a new player decided to join in. Another Were, this time a fox and one who seemed proud of herself in every way. The Werefox casually walked to the swordsman and the small priestess and proceeded to become quite familiar with the cloaked woman. Wullf had caught the Werefox's scent and abruptly closed his nose off to it the best he could. The scent almost seemed layered with something Wullf could not put a finger on, nor did he wish to. Through all the Werefox's motions and scents the one thing that continue to keep Wullf from giving in was his heart. Which already belonged to his wife and would not permit him to entertain such notions.
Wullf watched as the Werefox taunted the swordsman and the priestess until her attention shifted. Wullf did not catch the move from the priestess to the ranger, and that had him cautious now. Movement like that was not usually possible without either advanced training or extra skills in the magical arts. Again the Lycon watched everything play out not wanting to cause the situation to fall into something that could not be rectified. Watching the Werefox play and tease the ranger so did not sit well with Wullf and as Rayn drew her sword he found himself not willing to fault the woman. However the Werefox seemed determined to break down the ranger's defenses as she easily parried away the unbalanced sword. Again Wullf found himself more cautious of this woman than the swordsman who seemed so willing to come to blows earlier. Again the loosely dressed Were pressed herself against Rayn and for a moment seemed like she was to win the battle, but the ranger tried to back pedal and caused the pair to fall, which gave Rayn the opening to escape. As the Werefox pounced once again Wullf could not allow it to continue unabated and stepped forward, to stand beside the pair, more beside Rayn than anything else.
"I believe that will be enough. Please respect the ranger's wishes of space, I think it's obvious she wishes it and kindly remove yourself from her," Wullf simply stood with no expression on his face except a small scowl that furrowed the fur between his eyes.
All this time Tiki had been memorized by the Werefox and had being following the woman almost like a curious puppy. The Woman's scent had just about slapped him and caused the man to become a permanent vegetable. Tiki had remained out of sight not wanting the vixen to do anything that would stop the sensation he felt within him. Seeing the Werefox pounce on top of the ranger was almost enough to do the poor red elf in. It was enough to have him feint with the largest of smiles you would ever see.
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