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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:39 pm
This is a journal specifically for self-roleplay. Here you will find interaction between the Anthros in my residence~ Some of it will be dramatic, some will be romantic, and some will be nothing more than stupidity and humor. Have fun, and enjoy.
[1] Please, I beg you, please do not roleplay your pets in here. I have another Journal for that. You may read, and you may post your opinions such as:
. Which Anthros you find most interesting.
. Which Anthros are most entertaining around each other.
. Which possible pairing grabs your attention.
. Which tragic romance that isn't work out makes you upset the most (i.e. which pairing do you want to see the most). Or other things such as that.
. You may even post to request your Anthro getting thrown into a plot that is going on between mine. I like roleplay partners. <3.
[2] Do NOT post saying "I want to see your blahblah Anthro with my blahblah Anthro."
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:52 pm
I'm Not Your Prince - Draken & Luna
Luna sat quietly at the kitchen table, staring down into her china-cup full of tea. She had lost interest in drinking it, but now stared down into the dark liquid to stare down at her reflection, distorted in the ripples caused by her shallow breathing. It was boring just sitting around, doing nothing. She had met everyone in her residence already, and had so far bonded with no one. Most of them stayed away from her, ad Miika and Andie, her own siblings, were constantly out to end her life and the life of anyone who dared to get in the way. After years of it, she had grown rather used to it. She had grown aware of the daily attempts that would be made to take her life, and Draken had intercepted each one, foiling each plan before it had nearly even been plotted. She reached up to lightly touch the bruised bite marks on her neck. Just a few days ago she had the scare of her life. Miika had caught her in her room, while Draken was making her something to eat, and he had sunk his fangs into her delicate flesh, ripping and tearing at it, while sucking the blood straight from her body. The albino peacock female remembered her strength draining rapidly, feeling weak and dizzy... no strength to fight back, and no strength to yell out.
And yet... somehow Draken had known that she was in danger. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was him rushing into the room with his weapon drawn. Since then she hadn't seen Miika. She hoped.. that Draken hadn't killed him. She didn't want her older brother to die, no matter how much he wished that she would die. She wasn't like her siblings.. The female finally winced, poking around the wound too much, and blinked as her hand was caught by her protector. "Draken," she said quietly, turning her red eyes up to meet his even, unphased green eyes. There was something on his mind... but he would never tell her. She looked at her hand, caught by his, and then looked back up to see him slowly leaning forward, and she quickly turned her head to look away. "D-Draken... what are you...?"
The dragon-pheonix hybrid stopped, inches away from Luna, watching her carefully. He noted the blush that spread across her cheeks. He... adored how they had spent so many years together, and she still managed to find herself blushing whenever he brought himself closer to her. His emotions were still masked well, and he scanned from her bruised neck, to her face once more. Still holding her hand away from her wound, he used his other hand to move her tea cup, sitting on the edge of the table while leaning closer. "It still hurts you, Luna..." he murmured quietly, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
Luna in pain...? It just... it just simply wouldn't do. He couldn't have her in any sort of pain. She was too delicate and fragile to handle it. "Luna.." he murmured quietly, gently, releasing her hand to lightly brush his fingers against the wound, watching her carefully. He caught the sight of her wincing, and heard the sharp inhale of breath, though she tried hard to hide it. "I want to help... so just allow me to help," he said quietly, leaning forward to place a light kiss on her forehead, fingers brushing against her wound once more until she finally nodded her head. The hybrid shifted to stand, gently pulling her up with him, placing his arms around her waist. One arm hooked around her waist, and the other resting along the length of her back, he leaned forward and gave the wound a light lick before tenderly placing his lips against it.
Draken felt the expected flinch, followed by the expected wince and tensing of muscles, and broke the tender kiss to the wound every now and then to initiate a new one, each time more tender than the last, before he found the right tenderness. He slowly felt her relaxing, felt the heat from her cheeks, and hears the familiar, pleasured whimpers and moans that always caused the albino peacock in his arms such confusion. It was a sweet spot to her, he knew this, but as her protector he could not allow her to be in pain. It was his job. Moments later, the hybrid finally pulled away, the bruise gone from her skin, and now onto his skin. He slowly backed up, sitting down in a chair, looking quite exhausted. To heal always took so much effort...
Luna let out a final whimpering moan before she felt him pulling away. Shaking her head, she looked up towards him, seeing the bruise now on his neck, reaching up to touch her own. "I-- ... does it hurt...?" the peacock asked quietly, slowly moving forward as he sat down. She gently reached out to take one of his hands, looking from his new wound to his eyes. Why did he always hide away..? Did he still not trust her...? She knew it hurt, and she knew he had emotions... but he always hid everything, even from her, even after all that he had gone through for her. "I... am sorry, Draken, for always being a burden. My pain should not be yours to carry, and yet at the slightest scratch, no matter how shallow, you take the pain as your own. Every time I am in trouble, you show up to save me. I am eternally in your debt, for whether you see this as your job or not, I am not your responsibility. I never was. You just showed up one day, out of no where, and fought both Andie and Miika. You had wounds so deep, you could have died, and yet... you still turned to me, and took on my pain as well." Luna moved forward, and lightly sat down on his lap with a sigh. "In some ways, this is that fairy-tale romance that every girl looks for in her life... you're like my prince."
"I'm not your prince," the hybrid interrupted quietly, placing his arms around her, reaching up to stroke her hair softly. "I am your protector and healer. I do what I have to do in order to keep you safe, Luna; that is my job. Be patient and you will find your prince."
"And... you are happy being my Knight?"
"Yes. One day, your prince will show up and sweep you off of your feet, and then you will get your long overdue fairy-tale ending. I'm content being the Knight who serves and protects the Princess, if that is how you must look at it."
Luna sighed softly, and nodded her head, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. She knew that he thought it was for the best, but how did he know what was for the best? She didn't doubt his decisions, she just wished that she could understand everything the way that he did. Life was so confusing to her, and yet so simple to him. It was almost... unfair.
"You should sleep, you are exhausted," he whispered quietly, placing one arm against her back, and slipping the other beneath her legs. Lifting her easily, he carried her to the room that they shared, pulled back her covers, and laid her into the bed, lifting the covers back up around her. He kissed her forehead, and moved over to his bed, in-between the door and the only window in the room. "Sleep well, princess," he whispered quietly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:26 pm
We're the Same, You and I - Luna, Kaleija, Draken, and Caelen
Luna hummed quietly as she walked along an abandoned path made of dirt and gravel. Draken was beside her, as he always was, examining everything around them. He was always on alert. Always, always, always. Never any time for fun, or humming, or swimming. He was just always so serious, doing his job all the time. Luna had grown weary of the daily routines in her life. She had realized that -- like a Princess in a fairy-tale book, always surrounded by guards -- she wanted to be able to sneak away and go live a little. Find an adventure, meet someone new. More specifically, meet someone new without Draken scaring them away. The task would be difficult considering just how careful Draken always was, and he always kept an eye on her. The albino peacock heaved a sigh, and blinked when her protector stretched his arm out in-front of her.
This, of course, meant that she was given an opportunity. Something up ahead in the bushes had caught his attention. Something was moving, and he was focused on nothing but the possible enemy. Luna had already seen what was in the brush; a deer. Nothing more than a harmless little deer. That meant she would feel no guilt for sneaking away. Pursing her lips together, she held her breath and slowly backed away to disappear in the bushes.
Draken grunted and narrowed his eyes at the dumbfounded dear that stumbled out of the brush, staring at him with eyes as large as saucers. The hybrid rolled his eyes and grunted. "Just a deer," he said softly, lowering his arms back down at his sides as if to allow Luna to pass. It was then that he realized Luna was no longer standing next to him. He sighed heavily and turned around, piercing green eyes scanning over the area. Once or twice Luna had attempted to sneak away, but he had always caught her. This time she had succeeded. Either that or she had been kidnapped, which was doubtful because he would have heard her screaming. Grumbling to himself, Draken stepped into the brush and began tracking down the little peacock.
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Luna smiled and hummed quietly, following the sound of a bubbling stream, which soon led her out of the brush and into a sunny clearing. Ah, this clearing was just so perfect! The bubbling stream, the birds singing, the flowers blooming, the butterflies floating through the air, and the... Whoa... The small female blinked and rubbed her eyes. Who was that? Without thinking, the peacock began to cautiously approach the figure sitting among the flowers in the middle of the clearing. The closer she got, the clearer she could hear the stranger singing softly. Luna swallowed hard and stopped, deciding that this person was female. She admired the loose bun black hair was loosely -- slightly sloppy, but that made it look even better -- tied into. The other female's robes were absolutely beautiful, though they were sliding down the other's shoulders a little. Luna's eyes moved to the female's neck, which was long and slender, to the female's shoulders and the top of her back.
Such a perfect color to her skin. It wasn't too pale and nor was it too dark. Such wonderful complexion, with just the right amount of color to make it shine in the sunlight. The shine, of course, was just a way of telling how smooth the skin was. And wings... beautiful, full wings. The feathers looked... unimaginably soft. Luna, not normally attracted to women in the least, felt her heart racing as she reached out towards this mystery woman. Just... one little touch of that perfect skin... just to make her turn to see her face, then she'd turn around and leave.
Kaleija sang quietly to himself, his voice a higher-pitch than most male voices, making it easy to be passed off as a woman. His figure was also very feminine, and his facial features leaned more to female as well. It didn't help that he had long, thick, perfectly curled black hair. In all honesty, the male angel took care of himself very well. Okay, so that was a lie. Kale liked to jump in mud puddles and play in the dirt. It was really his bodyguard, Caelen, that kept him so clean all the time. Caelen didn't like dirt in the house, so he'd always pick Kale up and carry him to the bath. The angel enjoyed baths, especially if he had his little rubber ducky with him. Today he had been told not to get dirty. If he got himself dirty... well, he didn't even want to think about it. He wouldn't want to upset Caelen.
The angel turned his head to the side and glanced behind him to the peacock. He smiled softly and allowed the female to touch his skin -- he had no idea why she would want to do that, but it was fine by him -- before turning his body. He gently grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap, shifting her so that his back was resting against her chest. The little angel really had no sense of personal boundaries, and he liked to be as close as he possibly could to others. "This flower is my favorite," he said happily, wrapping his arms around the strange female's waist to pluck the flower and bring it to her face. "I am Kaleija. Who are you?"
Luna blinked and squeaked in surprise as she was suddenly pulled into the strange female's lap. When she was leaned back against the other's chest, she realized that this perfect mystery woman was not a woman at all, but a man! Oddly enough, she felt... safe and comfortable with him, as if she knew that he was not going to do anything bad. No, he certainly wasn't going to harm her in any way. "I'm very happy to meet you, Kaleija. I am Luna," she cooed out softly. Just as she took the flower and smelt it, she looked up to see another male making his way over. This one did not look happy, and she flinched, shrinking back against the angel.
Caelen slowly made his way to Kaleija and the strange female, not at all pleased. Kale knew better than to talk to strangers, in fact, he knew better than to allow them to sit on his lap. He had every right to be a little upset with the angel, but he couldn't be too harsh with him. Kale did not understand things like most others did. Kale was very innocent, very pure. He would never do something bad intentionally, and if he ever did, he cried and apologized until he could cry no more. Often until he was so exhausted that he couldn't even apologize anymore. This female was not the only problem. Caelen growled and readied his weapon as a hybrid male merged from the brush and seemed to be very displeased.
To be finished later.
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