|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 11:35 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil?  Greed touched down on the grassy shores of the beach, letting Alex's feet touch the ground softly after they landed. "Jeez you're a dirty girl, ain't you?" He'd ask in jest, a single claw swiping across one of her rosy tinted cheeks and removing a smudge of dirt. "So Captain... how's it feel to be captain? Do ya feel like a badass now? No but honestly... you ******** that guy up! It was awesome babe." He stated with a small chuckle. Voracious claws were already on the move, making the journey from her waist to the supple bottom, talons cupping firmly as the diabolus lifted her up, pressing his muscular waist against her curves and holding her up. He always held her this way it seemed... Even on their first date at nocturne's frozen lake. Though he would not kiss her yet, he would just allow her to talk. Only after she finished replying would he press his mouth against the enticing delicate tulips, his grip on her rump tightening as a pink muscle darted between her parted lips, finding it's counterpart and eagerly greeting the angel's tongue. The underlying emotions the two no doubt reciprocated burned away at all barriers, leaving both in their most pure and absolute form for each other to see. The Angel knew him for what he was; and wouldn't change a thing about it. And likewise, he would be damned if he ever changed a thing about her. He had already changed her last name after all, it was certainly enough.
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 11:25 am
 ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
CxaxpxtxxofxxKxrxaxnxixlxaxxx● xxAxdxexpxt xxx● xx9xlx5xx● xxxExnxexrxgxyxxxx1000xxlxx1000
Boots barely touched the ground, their descent a feather fall and gentle. Though as he spoke her cheeks ignited once again, "I...maybeee." Alex turned her head, it was slight, but her kind features narrowed, a smile connecting the rosy mounds. "It feels...Well..." Demonic claws cradled her against the hardened abs, the cherub huff was sent washing against him as they did so. Even through his shirt, she could feel how tense he became with their close proximity and connection. Alex gripped, thighs firm against flanks. Ethereal tendrils quickly found refuge in his disheveled locks, running along the pitch fields to find purchase in her grasp.
"It feels the same...only now I have more responsibility. Now things can get done cause this whole being lazy wanks sitting around has got to stop. There are far more pressing matters. What if the Aramilian forces come here since they have already struck Pronta?" Her left hand removed itself from his head, stripping herself of every weapon, each one smacking clattering groundward as he stepped closer to the water.
"..Ugh..I'm just ...disgusted with how things have been running. I don't..."
Gradually they eased into the water, textiles the only barrier between the twain. Celestial solar flares gazed, peering into the bloody wells that only peered back. Their waters were deep, a rich ichor that made her want to melt.
"I don't want to die."
It would not only mean her life, but also his. A heart is a heavy burden.
"Greed," His lips roughly catered to words, wrapping them up in pink muscle that knotted and groaned. Alex shuddered, pulling back to only breathe momentarily, the golden ones wings trembling as the wave coursed the contours of her form. The water was now to her breasts, rising only a few inches more before he could the wane of shifting, the pendulum swing slow, marginally noticeable. It was no time at all that his angel drank from his fountain, brushing petals to his and diving in for another taste.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 12:24 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? "You won't die. You can't, it's not allowed. I'm not letting you die." He said. Though his tone was joking, there was a certain amount of truth behind it. She was his now, and only his. The Diabolus would not hesitate to rip apart somebody that tried to harm his flower, no matter who it was. After all, it was not only her life he protected while defending the angel; but his own as well. Ebony claws drifted from her leather covered flank, running up along the outside curves of her body until they reached silvery bright wings, entangling themselves amidst the mass of plush feathers as she would feel him hum contently into her maw. The slow grinding did not go unnoticed; in fact it was very well recieved. Even as she pulled away for air, she would feel a stirring against her pelvis... something was growing there, and fast. The angel eventually disconnected to breathe, and he would take the opportunity to ask a question. "Hey... do ya remember when I thought you wanted to do it at this lake?" He asked, a devious smile slowly spreading across demonic features. He was then kissed once again, moist lips melding against the seraph's. Her hips continued the monotonous movement and the demon's hands moved down to her waistline, tugging at the button on her leather jeans and popping it open. Then came the zipper... and then he began just tugging at her pants, desperately trying to get them off of her body even though her thighs were still wrapped firmly around his form. His lips pulled away from hers again, his voice low and tempting as he spoke. "Allie... your pants are in the way. " He stated, his hands never stopping with their ceaseless tugging.
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 1:29 pm
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
CxaxpxtxxofxxKxrxaxnxixlxaxxx● xxAxdxexpxt xxx● xx9xlx5xx● xxxExnxexrxgxyxxxx1000xxlxx1000
Water rippled around them, his angelic temptress rose from within the lake, his face even with the soft apexes. Her body still arched against great stature while his talons tended to the leather he so desperately tried to remove before. "I know..." Alex smiled down at him, teeth dragging across the lush bottom lip. Every so often she quaked, his tugs growing frantic and yet, she didn't offer any help. Instead, slick hands moved down through the water, and ran under the textile of his gift. She found herself drawn to the smirking vessels, tending to them with excitement that sparked soft moans as their parabolas contoured to the other until they formed a helix. Her mouth traveled down to his chin, placing soft kisses along it and up his jawline to his ear.
"Greeeed," a low, wanting deplore that she was making them both wait in a suspended thirst. The great, white rifts expanded, unfurling far beyond her back and then curled, encompassing them both. Feathers caressed, their soft membranes silky and dewy from the water. Even then, as every piece of cloth kept them apart and chaffed her skin because it was still covering, the thrill of anticipation was rising to the point of unbearable. A sensual whimper before the madness consumed, breath once again caught in the smack of lips.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:12 pm
Even though Korok was not in the area, he still had a complete connection with nature, thus conversating with the Clearwing Lake Tree. A small creek drew the rest of the forest to shake it's branches and hide the moans of pleasure from the area. The Clearwing lake tree started dropping a shower of leaves that slowly turned pink as gravity took them down and floating at the mercy of the water.
Perhaps Korok had turned old, but he favored Greed very much, thus wanted to gift him with the power of romance. Small flowers would rise from the lake to blossom and glow, thus symbiotically working with the lake's reflection to shine. Not far from the Lake, six little arm-like objects started to arise from the earth. They were Deku Ents, looking exactly like the ones Alex favored the most. Dim romance music surrounded the atmosphere to shroud their love in the night.
Korok gave his blessing hidden in the dark...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 6:36 pm
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? The demon's efforts would not cease; he really wanted to get those pants off of her body. Why is this so ********' difficult? He thought to himself in exasperation. As the nephilim kissed her way up his face, Greed contemplated just ripping the jeans off... it would certainly be faster, and easier. However, his current train of thought was lost as soon as she said his name. It was low, breathy; just the way she knew he loved it. Shivers ran down the spine of her demonic lover out of anticipation and impatience. He had literally only one thing on his mind; one desire. Argent quills enveloped him in a downy soft cacoon, and he would stop tugging at the unbreachable leather for a moment as the little orchestra started, smiling with his face only inches away from his divine wife's. "I gotta admit, the music is a nice touch." he said quietly, in a barely audible tone. Korok's gift was certainly a nice addition to the mood. Greed had a good guess of who it was... after all, he only knew two people in this forest; and only one that could manipulate the nation's plant life. The demon leaned in and momentarily pressed slick lips against her own. When he pulled away, teeth would tug a lush bottom vessel in a rough but gentle manner before connecting his lips against soft pink petals once more, hardly even giving himself time to breathe. Every second that passed only made him more eager... One thing was for certain; patience was by no means Greed's virtue.
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 8:22 pm
((Doesn't anyone know that Kora is here? :C ))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 8:50 pm
Chilling2 ((Doesn't anyone know that Kora is here? :C )) (( we are in a time paradox unless kora has been on that boat for weeks. Cause this over 3 weeks after the festival/ when she talked to korok .))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 9:39 pm
((I'll just magically go away then. Wouldn't want to screw your guys moment. Though I did thought of that until Korok came in. XD *fly away*))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:41 am
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
CxaxpxtxxofxxKxrxaxnxixlxaxxx● xxAxdxexpxt xxx● xx9xlx5xx● xxxExnxexrxgxyxxxx1000xxlxx1000
Once more, her arms would find themselves enthralled with his neck while lips fought off every word that intended to escape. Alex felt the pitter-patter of petals raining down on Zion's wings, she lifted them ever so slightly, both removing her maw from his looking over the shield. Honeyed hues went wide, the little ents playing what looked like to be makeshift fiddles though, once the strings were struck, a soft melody played and serenaded them. If her cheeks could grow any more soft and rosy, they would have but she found that her husband was staring at her, grinning with mild amusement. She could still feel his fists clenched to either side of her buttocks, trying to pry back the tight leather to no avail.
"It is." The smile grew on pallid features, connecting two royal flushes. She'd have to thank Korok later for the subtle touches, if this was her reward, it was certainly well spent. Rushing in headlong, stealing breath in a frantic moment until each inhale became just another prelude to their own chorus. This time she would not give into his temptation, instead she kept them bound with uneasy redemption and smoldering attraction. She knew he was left wanting, needing; his patience nearing a metaphorical cliff before his sweet angel pushed him to that pinnacle. Chests rise and fall like rhapsody, flaunting other sensations as the twilight canopied with brilliant starry skies. This would be the last night that she would be able to spend with him for awhile, so prolonging every microsecond even, while desperate, it made the next on the brink of exaltation. Still, each falling breath was lapped up, conspiring with her own shudders and muffled plaint for more. "Greed," his angel beseeches, an appealing hymn that toyed with him in the worst kind of way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:08 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: Bottom right picture
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil? A couple of the light pink petals would land in his raven colored hair, and the demon would shake them out before hot and wanting tulips were pressed against his own once more. The leather of her garments was like an unbreachable wall, an impenetrable barrier denying Greed asylum in the sacred temple he so desperately sought after. Still... this didn't mean he had to stop trying. The demon had no focus, no inhibitions... all had been thrown in as kindling for his newfound and fiery desire. Then she said it again, in that wanting low and husky voice the angel knew he loved so much. The single pleading statement was enough to send a second delighted bout of tremors down the demon's spine, reverbrating throughout his entire being. His platinum haired beauty was trying her best to drive him off the deep end here, now; and it was working. His kisses grew fast, consuming... It was the only thing he could do to stop himself from just tearing the leather off of his wife's backside. It wouldn't be hard at all with his claws, in fact he had already accidentally poked a small hole at the waistline whilst trying to pull them down. Greed was not accustomed to all of this tension and dramatic buildup. His strong hips pressed and undulated underneath her own. She would be able to feel his gift, which was now at full attention. The Diabolus was indeed persistent with the slow, undulating pulse of his hips, before a low and almost inaudible moan would escape between hot lips and travel past his angelic beauty's vessels. Lips would disconnect, and Greed would rest his forehead against hers."Ya know, a little help getting these off would be kinda nice..." He said imploringly, though he did his best to make his tone of voice sound neutral... which was rather hard, considering the demon was still trying to regain his stolen breath.
Theme song • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 1000 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:10 pm
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
CxaxpxtxxofxxKxrxaxnxixlxaxxx● xxAxdxexpxt xxx● xx9xlx5xx● xxxExnxexrxgxyxxxx1000xxlxx1000
While the scene was made of unforetold beauty, she already knew what he desired and it wasn't rose petals and music. With one last rock, the angel fell backwards into the water, disappearing for a second before popping up again. Her hair slick and matted to the thin, pallid pallor of neck and back. It only served to highlight the half lidded gaze that peered at him. "Come on..." A single hand clasping his, ushering for the demon to follow to the shore.
Once they made it out of the water, Alex scooped up her gear and returned to the previous position that drove him wild. She didn't bother drying off, not yet. "You know what to do. Let's go to my pod."
[exit]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 4:30 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 12:22 pm
  I ONLY WANT T☆ MAKE ▂ Y☆U ALL SMILEso that perhaps you may see me for who i am xx so that perhaps you may see me for who i am
so that perhaps you may see me for who i am xx so that perhaps you may see me for who i am
___________『FOR I AM NOT MY DISGUISE』
Of course, Max had to be the flashy one and come in with a wild entrance. As he entered the area, he jerked his body is several different directions. Dancing while singing. "All I ~ really want is, for you to back it upppp, go on and put your weight on it! 'Cause it's alright! Do what you wanna. Make me believe you, ooh I wanna see you get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty, get it shawty..." Ever since he left that cat chick, he couldn't stop dancing. Part of him kinda missed her, but the other part of him was thankful she was gone. She kept wanting to touch him and lick him and stuff. It was creepy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 9:30 pm
簡 Tiranus 簡
The God Of War • Rank: Adept
• bloodline: Pagan
• Class: Dragoon
• currently equipped: full suit of armor excluding helmet (Bottom right picture)
• feeling: calm
• Condition: normal
• Weapons: Spear, Greatsword (Same greatsword in picture)
• Tattoos: Back, Torso
 Deadly
Worshipped
Merciless?  Farther and farther they soared, and yet the magnificent beast underneath them never showed a single sign of fatigue. He would fly farther and farther into the city, but at a considerable height, so he did not look altogether extremely large or alarming to the denizen's underneath. After all, he did not come here with harmful intentions, and saw no reason to cause a scare by having a gigantic, man eating beast fly directly over the rooftops of an unfamiliar land. The war god activated his dragon sight, and spotted a small, grassy clearing near a shimmering lake. The area was altogether perfect for them to touch down at. Taking a swift dive, gravity shifted underneath the pair and they would feel weightless, the nosedive reducing their gravity to an absolute zero. Tiranus could not help but let a deep laugh loose. He had always loved this part. seventy meters. fifty meters. thirty meters. At about fifteen meters from the ground Vexion would abruptly right himself, laneuvering far faster than any normal, unbonded dragon should have been able to maneuver.Gradually. armored and clawed feet touched the ground, and came to a complete stop. "Was that your first time riding a dragon Gabby?" He asked, before hopping off of the dragon, flipping through the air and landing nimbly on dragon scale armored feet. "So... is there anything in these forests people are scared to go around? Strong monster lairs, other pagans perhaps? Vexion and I are always looking for something to get battle experience from." He stated in a deep and accented voice, waiting for the little elven maiden to find her way down to the ground. Battle theme - 300 violin orchestra Theme Song - Heart of Courage Vexion • Strength: 10
• Speed: 10
• Energy: 900/900
• Vexion's strength & Speed: 9/9
• Vexion's energy: 1300/1300 "Some see the blade as an extension of their body... My blade is an extension of my will. And my will is for you to die." 
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
