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Cheshire would raise an eyebrow at her comment, though after tonight there would be nothing like him that she could compare him or any other male too. He planned to keep it that way, to show her that there were none that would be superior to him. To add to it she would feel the slow stroke of his feline tail up between her legs to swat her fingers away from her sex. "Now a good kitten will wait until she gets her cream won't she before she gets to give herself pleasure again, hmmm?" His voice was dark as he dragged his clawed fingertips along her hair.

It was silky smooth, a nice contrast to the treatment he gave her as when she decided to dip her head down again he held her there a heartbeat, two before she could come back up. Her tight little throat of hers was heavenly but he knew that she needed to be pleading for his mercy, for his touch, for him to fuck her before he would give her what she really wanted. Maybe, in fact, needed at this point. Though she seemed hungry, and that was good, almost as good as her lips wrapped around him though this time he pulled her back until he pulled the head of his cock away from her delicious mouth, letting the tip drag across her lips in a slow sensual stroke.

"Tell me, do you like the taste? The feeling of a proper male taking your mouth like it should, to be treated like a wanton pet?" At the comment, the feline tail dragged back along her slick sex. "Perhaps I'll even put a collar around your throat, to show them all that you are mine." He growled the world, a dark primal sound as he pulled his cock away only for his mouth to claim hers, his tongue demanding the entrance where his cock had once been. Only if she obeyed would she feel his tongue brush against hers in an almost possessive stroke. He broke the kiss only with a bite of her lower lip. "Now," he growled, "If kitten wants her cream she will have to show me just how good that tongue is." He leaned back in that chair, still at full attention, throbbing for her.

His body was not the pristine shape of a man, he was held together with thread and staples that crossed his body in a way that stated that this creature had used plenty of his nine lives, and he intended to make sure that she knew just what he had learned over those lives as he waited, before he held up a finger. "Remember I said your tongue, no hands. show me if your mouth can be just as good without aid, I am sure you don't want to disappoint me."

"And when does a demon care about someone being truthful?" She managed to rebut, though her vision blurred as she tried to look at him. She shut her eyes, suddenly wondering if this is what death was like. To have fought for so long only to be met with an end at the hands of the things of legends and books. However the touch the lit up her lips made her eyes open again. The touch had been tender, which had surprised considering his cruelty and the way he seemed to look at her. The seconds were like hours for her as Hope scraped by some sort of semblance to sanity.

His comment made her laugh, though the sound was hollow, "Would it matter, Sorrow?" She genuinely asked him, it was only fair. He gave her such odd signals of how he wished of her or how he treated her. Yet he kept his word, his finger tips brushing along her forehead to have the agony that had gripped her fade away, at least for now. Though her wrist still hurt with a dull throb as though a reminder of her new role into this life and to state that this was indeed real and not a figment of her imagination.  She carefully pushed herself back up to her knees trembling slightly as she rested against his legs.

The cruelty that danced across his lips made a small shiver down her spine but outside of making her feel the pain her body was trying to hide he made no move to harm her but still gave her choices. Choices that could carry consequences if she answered wrongly. "No," she admitted about his question about wanting to die, "Though I am not afraid to die if it comes to that one day." She felt weary and frankly she would have been quite content to curl up into a bed and for once been held and soothed like this was simply a bad dream. "I...only hate the cards I have been dealt. I don't think humanity has anything to do with my own choices."

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Cheshire was fully aware of their audience, the March Hare and Mad Hatter were practically giddy in their glee - or madness. It was truly hard to tell when it came down to it. However for right now Alyss was his, he might share later but she had to be claimed first. He could watch her, he amused himself. Deny them both what they wanted, and let it drive her mad with lust and longing for just his touch. Though that wouldn't be fair to the other would it? Granted this was his Alyss they were talking about. 

He adored her little mewls, music to those feline ears of his that jingled from the piercings. Claw tipped fingers rapped on the arm rests of the chair, his golden eyes focused on her as she knelt before him. He seemed amused for the moment at how she was attempting to tease. "Ah, Kitten there is much I want from you, and you will give them all to me in time. Bu first, I suppose it would be fair to show you what you are going to be dealing with."

He moved her hands away from his waistband to ease the member from it's confinement. It was long and thick like a humans but that was where all semblances to his humanity ended. The tip had been pointed angled obviously to spearhead his own pleasure but there was a ring around the corona of barbs, not necessarily painful ones but rather smooth ridges to enhance pleasure that distended a little beyond the head much like an arrow. That wasn't all that may have caught her attention as he seemed happy for her attention. Barbells lined along the base where the barbs ended and flesh began again as though to enhance the experience. "Be a good kit and show me you want this."

His grin was wide as he watched her, his hand reaching as she dipped her head to tangle into the hair. Oh she wouldn't be waiting long to get a taste of him for as soon as her little mouth started going to work he would wait, patient...clever cat, for the right opportune moment to grip her hair and pull her down so she got every inch of him down her throat and into her mouth. "You better not waste anything I give you kitten or the longer you have to wait for me to bend you over this table and fuck you."

All spectrum are accepted in our home If someone has an issue or says something to you about it please bring it to my attention immediately!

She hoped it would soothe her mate that most recent smell was female in nature. Another male might spark a possessive jealousy that if he was going to make sure she wasn't going anywhere without him now he certainly wasn't going to be going anywhere without him in the near future. As it was Asa had taken to preferring to serve female patrons when she did leave the isle as they did not expect things from her that were best reserved for the fiery feline. Otherwise she was fairly certain he would not be able to keep his training in line.

Though there was that one incident with Miss Victoria, but that had...backfired in the poor kitsune's mind. Though that had been in the beginning when the two had been still testing the waters, no waters wasn't the right term. They were children of fire, with Asabikeshiinh a daughter of Mother Flame and Father Sky and he seemed to harness both with a flick of his tail and a raise of those powerful wings. She still remembered the day he took her flying. She always wondered if he thought her wings were odd for their looks but held none of the strength.

Still she gave her mate a smile, "Apparently she serve Miss Asil before our arrival, and tends to be loner. I have not seen Miss in a long time though I have kept our home in good order for her return," she had seemed tired when she had left. Though she had promised Asa that she would be well taken care of. She had simply something to do involving the hound that lingered in the depths of the cavern and Tsu. She could only imagine what that might be. Still she had left a little after he had gone on his quest of sorts leaving her alone to try and figure out how she felt. It had been a very long time since she had been truly alone.

Last time she had remembered that feeling was long before a collar had been wrapped around her neck back in those days before...well. That had been some time ago now, it felt like. "I am sure Miss Asil will return soon!" She added much more cheery sounding though her voice melted away when he kissed her again. He had this habit of stealing her breath with the fire he liked to burn between them. Her wings fluttered slightly almost surprised that they touched the fur and and fabrics that lined their bed, more fur than fabric though, as though the fabrics had simply provided a base for the mountain of furs. Around their bed had been little baubles and feathers, things Asa must have collected or added to her trove where high above them there was a rather large dream catcher.

It was a project she had been working on, the base had been fitted and some of the cords had been woven but anyone could tell there was much work that still needed to be done. Threads that needed weaving, beads and stones to be added for protection and a way for the dreams to enter and leave as they pleased. Yet her attention was drawn to the living dream that touched her curves in that sweet caress that made her shiver. She had missed this, and she had missed him most of all, it was only after he had broken the kiss with that tug on her lower lip that she remembered to breath again. With him above her, she reached up to gently stroke along his face, a face she could never forget even if she had wanted to. She had to laugh though at his comment, "Do you plan on keeping me detained?"

She mused, though her ears perked at the sound of thunder. She knew how much hearing the thunder and lightning had terrified him at times. She thought it might have something to do with him being a sailor. Though there was no lost irony that their mistress used lightning at times to keep the people away from the island. She hoped that it had helped soothe him of his fear, though she had the sense that her presence helped more than anything else. Asa knew him, though her own gift was to provide a sense of calm to those around her should she need to. It was something that was distinctly her own and flowed between that link that joined them at the soul. It was an old ritual but it held even now.

Her own thoughts were distracted by the feel of him atop of her, her long tail curling about to stroke along his side even as her hands went to his shoulders. Shivers ran along her pelt at his touch, her heart skipping a beat as it lowered to her collarbone only for her to have another kiss. If this had been a dream she didn't want it to end, she never got enough of her mates kisses as that growl sent a small shiver down her back. Hunger for each other never quite dimmed, and having gone for so long brought back the memories of the first time he kissed her like this.

How on earth had she managed to live without him so long?

You say heroes will survive,
But you battalion is outnumbered. Are you blind?
It's time to open up your eyes.
The wolves are howling, yet you stay in line.

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I meant to post before I left to see My Lady this weekend. BUUUUUUUUT THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN.

#whoops.

But I am bringin my laptop with me. SO I may do a post or two but do not expect anything from me until Sunday! Please don't be angry ;-;

Much love

[General Premise]

Hello Everybody

Apparently I've been recruited to DM a game. This game will take place sometime in the next two-three weeks with an exact day to be determined [I am not in town this weekend, Lady dates!] In the meantime I wanted to put out the general idea of the plot - as well as give a timeline and a tool for those who are either A.) Joined Game, or B.) Need help and want to join, or C.) Just need help.

General Premise

Karita Marinus is the human captain of the Outlaw Seraphim who was once a pirate but in order to gain a pardon for her crew has taken on a job of delivering an item of 'great importance' from Avarien, which is one of the Major Port cities to Geis which is the Holy Capital. It is not necessarily a long trip, but the package is of rather large value that the Mayor seems want to make sure out of his city as fast as possible and placed with the Priesthood.

You have joined Captain Marinus' crew either by choice thanks to word of mouth at your local tavern, or by force whether that be by the Mayor of the great city or to serve out your 'time' for your own pardon.

Stats are rolled in two FULL sets. You can chose either set but you must accept full numbers in each set. Your dice rolls are completed using /roll 4d6k3 in Roll20. They must be done with me in the room! So if you want to roll your stats please nudge me on discord

Your character sheets will be put up to Level 5. You get 2 character traits chose them wisely!

Zyrb and Greyfrost will help you if you have questions regarding character sheet building!

Before game I need to have everyone's bios typed up and a long term and short term goal for your characters.

...But as a bonus I will also allow some collaboration for you, my dear players, to tell me...Secrets about your characters or other peoples characters that they are keeping from the party. So if you want some backstory with another player I am okay with this. But send me a PM either on Forsaken or Discord and I look forward to seeing you in a few weeks.

Link to game: https://app.roll20.net/join/2483485/X7Ui6Q

The game will be played over our Discord Server strictly in the tabletop room. IF you want  to listen to the game note ALL non players will be muted upon entry. Thank you everyone who is helping me and I hope we all have fun and have a fabulous game

All suit pictures are the best. but that's IMHO

Take a look in the mirror
And what do you see
Do you see it clearer
Or are you deceived
In what you believe

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Work Load this week:

Admin related:
Fix forum errors generated from bad attatchment

Post related -in order of needing to be completed -:
Herald's Lament w/ Green: http://forsakenlullaby.com/forum/index.php?topic=42924.0
Ode to Requiem w/ Green: http://forsakenlullaby.com/forum/index.php?topic=42925.0 - In Drafts to be worked on later
Sherlock w/ Yami: http://forsakenlullaby.com/forum/index.php?topic=42917.0
Dance in Fire w/ Tae: http://forsakenlullaby.com/forum/index.php?topic=42920.0
Cheshire w/ Sweet: http://forsakenlullaby.com/forum/index.php?topic=284.20
* Kiss from a Rose with Niketia
* The Last Dance with Niketia
Everything in the DYO. Fuck.

Things to poke about:
Rp with Grey

Some tidbits from our Discord group!

TaemaNai - 07/07/2017
"Master could you do more than one line per post, and not make it about being hung?"

Krisshawnee - Today at 10:51 PM
I'm just gonna be the cute little ragdoll kitty and people can toss me where they want me.

Welcome to our Community Damon! If you have any questions do let us know! ^=^

Daggers would have been the least of his worries when it came to Cage. Her fans while deceptively pretty at the moment hung at her waist. She had managed to convince a blacksmith to conjure an idea for a weapon that could truly be as deceptive as she was. Beautiful and deadly with just a flick of the wrist, her war fans now had spring loaded blades that could clock into places if she opened them at just the right angle. She knew how to blend into a crowd when she needed to. Just as she knew how to keep a weapon in plain sight if need be.

"Not all ladies are shrewd. Just the ones who tend to know better and know ways to make you forget you had even seen them," she had gotten used to men staring at her long ago. Usually naked, dirty or covered in bruises or blood so his observations of her figure were noted, and pointedly ignored. "Though the problem with your idea is that you expect men to keep the stock in good health and make sure that they came back in one piece. You are going to have a few dozen men who expect less retribution sending their rental back in pieces." She noted, dryly. Mostly from her own personal experience though she flicked a feline ear towards the entrance to the main hall, before those silver hues slowly followed. She hadn't missed the casual exchange though what a man did for a living was none of her concern.

As though the thought had brought the idea to the forefront she reached to her hip to pull up one of the intricate black fans. Black silk that had been stitched with great care and painted with the ivory rose pattern for it's name sake. She usually nursed the whiskey however the commotion in the great hall had caught her attention, downing it with a single tilt of the glass before sliding it upside down to the barkeep. She did leave a few coin just for a healthy tip. "I'm hear mostly for information, though I think I may peruse the wares to see who may have brought the commotion. Usually those are the ones who got ensnared by the wrong person at the wrong time."

She slowly walked away from the fox into the great hall, she didn't know why but she suspected she was being watched. It was a feeling she had been used to once, but this felt more oily, sinister. She could almost tell by the way fur along her tail stood on end. There was evil here, true, but it was when she carefully placed herself into a seat near the newest arrivals that she caught a sight. 'Can't be', she thought herself. The night that Eden burned was a night she didn't forget. The Rat's men had made quick work of the garrison and had run off with some of the servants and even some of the hunters in tow. She had no idea if they had escaped but what she did remember was the fire, that tall shadow that had followed her for as long as she could remember, and those blue eyes. It was even a starker shock when she was aware of someone else in the proximity. Nekos could be a dime a dozen but those who had descended from the wilder side were often sought after for their own reasons.

Belladonna and Stinging Nettle.

Was her past coming to haunt her? She couldn't bring herself to speak, not yet. Not when she was unsure if this was a plot or a trick. Though she was fairly certain it wasn't. Not with those blue eyes that could read her like an open book.

Adrenaline was a wonderful thing in times of panic and pain. It could make her feel like she could take on the world if that was in her personality to do so. She had suffered through enough hardship though to know that the world was cruel so when he made motions to step towards her she took a step backward. Though the demon in question didn't make any more to hurt her at least not like he had the majority of the apartment. He actually seemed rather concerned for her own well being as though his own life depended on it. Maybe it did, it was hard to tell since she had never encountered a demon before.

Though why the hell was he called Sorrow? That seemed to be an odd name for a demon. Though when he approached her she was about to retort to the comment of pride, considering he was a demon, shouldn't he be the one full of it? Yet it was when he had removed his touch from her forehead that all the energy that the adrenaline provided left her. The clock he had handed her had dropped to the floor shattering plastic pieces in all directions as she went to her knees. Her wrist burned from the marking there, as though he had branded her freshly himself. She was keenly aware of how her body ached, and the fact, well she had almost died. She curled up into a ball next to the broken pieces looking up at him. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

It wasn't her stubborn pride, Hope was far from that, it was more a question of why was he aiming to torture her so when life and herself had been doing just fine. Though why did the men call her Eve? Though she wasn't necessarily religious she knew the stories of how the Garden had been destroyed because Eve had taken the apple of knowledge for herself because she had been tempted by the devil. But there was no temptation here. In fact until now he had made no move to hurt her in the least. He had protected her - while at the same time leaving her home a crime scene just bound to be discovered. Her whole heart felt heavy as though the world had now forsaken her beyond any reasonable doubt. 

If Father Sky had heard her cries, it was Mother Flame that answered them as she caught the sight out of the corner of her eye as she had been debating to going back to her lonely bed only to be swept up by familiar arms that she had half-thought she would never be embraced by again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders out of instinct, for there was no fire that burned than that between them as pearly tears fell down her cheeks. Familiar heat surrounded her, a heady flame that danced along her fur in a way no true flame could.

It danced in a way that was an extension of Aka, she was certain of it as she surrendered into his kiss, thankful at the moment he was holding her as she wasn't sure that her hooves keep could keep their footing. Her tail snaked to seek his own as those leathery wings descended to shield her from the world. The only person in the world who could steal her breath with a single kiss was back home in her arms again. It may have minutes, it could have been hours but eventually the burning ache of her lungs forced her to break the kiss if only to nuzzle under his chin. Her soft breath panted along his chest as those honey hues gazed up into those chocolate ones.

"Akamai," she finally managed out. Her heart was singing with joy as she slid her long clawed fingers through his hair, mindful not to break the braid but rather to push the wisps away from his face. Her wings had been fluttering lightly against his own wings though they could hardly do anything to him. Though to be fair the large feline could do far damage than she could. There had been some nights she had thought she had dreamed of laying against him with the salt air looming around them. She hadn't realized she had been crying.Tears of joy to be sure, though an Avundi's tears were meant to heal, and Asabikeshiinh was not one who cried easily. "My Ke'akamai, you have come home to me," she moved one of her hands to stroke along his cheek in a gentle stroke through that russet fur.

"How I have missed you, my flame," she dusted soft kisses along his muzzle as she buried her frame into his heat, the salty air still clung to him much like the forge had once had, even still Asa could never get tired of the smell of her mate, let alone that powerful pull of fire that seemed to resonate to her very being. It didn't matter the lifetimes she would always come back to his heat until the fire died. Heaven's help her the day that happened. She hoped it never did - though her long lashed eyes watched him as she half expected him to put her down, eventually she would have to touch the ground though that seldom seemed to happen. He had taken her flying before after all.

"Only after saying one thing and meaning another. The Woman had her way of doing things as I do of mine," came Sherlock's voice as he settled with his hands hands on the table. He really needed to get more nicotine patches, as the Vixen was starting to become a multiple box problem and one simply would not be enough to crack the case at hand. What's worse he did not like to be bested, it made him crave things beyond the patches.

Then again women seem to have that effect on his life, sans Molly and Mrs Hudson. He was starting to wonder if this was a trend. "As for the vanished records, if you recall The Woman knew what the DNA specialist liked and made sure to disappear, until it became inconvenient for her," he reminded John as he examined the photos. They wouldn't do as the real thing but he was certain that he could puzzle together why exactly or at least have a clue about why she was doing it. "Consdering Vixen was act first think later, I think this is dealing with something personal for her. She doesn't seem the type of person who would want to steal without any reason and killing a man for them?"

He closed his eyes again as a memory of The Woman filtered into his mind, she had always wondered if she'd cut herself on his pretty face with those cheekbones. Then again the Vixen aimed directly for the nose which he pinched again to be sure it truly wasn't broken. He needed to think and frankly everyone was being too loud in their thinking. What really did go on in those silly little heads with their assumptions? "SHUT UP!" he growled folding himself into the chair. He was tempted to get his violin and compose while he thought about the problem with The Vixen. This case was proving to be more difficult than he liked, however he had to admit had she perhaps some color to her lips there may have been an improvement.

Asabikeshiinh opened her eyes after she took in he deep breath to look out towards the sea. The wide horizon of ocean that encompassed the island had been mostly quiet since her mate had left with Tsu and most of the others in tow. She could handle herself but to bring her warriors with her spelled trouble that had left her feeling uneasy that day. She had prepared their things, and made sure that her Mistress was properly on display with the best ruby claws the eyes could behold.

She always strived for Asil to look her best. She would be a failure of a handmaiden had it been otherwise. Yet it was the parting kiss from her mate, the opposite yet same of her own kind that had dragged her back to the rift between memories. He would never break a promise to her, he couldn't she suspected on some level. Though the Avundi female could not feel the cold as most could there was an obvious lack of heat when she went to her bed that night, and had been every night since. She turned her gaze from the stars to the twilight crested ocean below. She saw an occasional spark across the ocean something she assumed were the shooting stars across the night sky. "Please, come home to me," her voice was soft, almost sad.

She pulled herself up from the cliff's edge, dusting the dirt and dust from the stones away from her rear. Something about the ocean caught her eye. In the distance she could see the peel of lightning across the sky. Her ears tilted back, she knew her mate was an accomplished sailor but there was no telling where he was when he was this far away from her. she knew he was still alive, that she was keenly aware of but without the ability to fly she was at a disadvantage. Though her mistress had allowed her to create the weaved sigils to travel to different places across the island there was little need to travel at the moment. Asil had made sure she would be well taken care of while she would be gone, but there was an odd tone to her voice and that had made her fret about her even more. It was as if the drake was planning not to come back.

Cage's silver eyes looked up, though she showed no physical reaction her distrust of foxes was exponential to that of nagas. It only took one or two to have betrayed her that she would view essentially the entire species in a poor light. The amurjin, however, was not about to pass up a free drink and repocketed her coins back to their respectful place. "Thank you," she replied calmly as her glass of whiskey made it's way now in front of her.  It was probably the only thing that kept her sane now was the burn of alcohol on her tongue on occasion.

Though she was still fairly flexible as she had been in her youth the price of her servitude had been hidden beneath porcelain skin, and as time grew the more she felt the aches in her bones. The ride had agitated a few old injuries though she tended to work through the pain. Adrenaline helped usually, which was probably why she had refused to give up her trade. It was those lull periods between sleep and those adrenaline rushes that she felt the stiffness in her very bones. She had still been in her teens when her bones had been broken only to be healed and broken again sometimes months later. She hid her expression as she sipped the whiskey carefully, today it was her hip that bothered her probably from the riding.

Still though she felt like an old woman trapped in a younger one's body as she carefully turned in her seat and an audible 'crack' could be heard. It was only after the discomfort had somewhat been alleviated that she focused on the fox and his company. Something about him was odd and she couldn't quite place her finger on what it was. She crossed one leg over the other as she thought her words carefully. "It's the cost of being a lady I'm afraid, some tend to conduct business outside of the eyes of those who don't understand how shrewd the womenfolk can be. Though you don't seem the type to come to a bar for business considering this establishments wares."

I hear my battle symphony
All the world in front of me
If my armor breaks
I'll fuse it back together
Battle symphony
Please just don't give up on me
And my eyes are wide awake

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Dusty journal is dusty.

Pending updates incoming.

Vacation Tako will be doing all the posting yarps.

A large shadow loomed over the valley, golden eyes watched as the sun lost slowly lost it's battle with the long extinct volcano that had become her home. Her legs dangled over the edge of the cliff, her cloven hooves tucked so they touched the rock. The warmth of the summer would be gone soon, but that didn't mean that the feeling of the warm stone didn't feel good to her. Her ombre fur almost made her blend into the cliff side if it hadn't been for the fact she sported the spiraling alicorn that sparkled in the dying light of the sun and the glass beads that cast ruby lights to the wall behind her.

Asabikeshiinh was an odd creature, more prey than predator though despite this her own natural defenses did little to actually drive off anyone that threatened her - that was what her mate was for. She knew that Asil would have preferred that her demure and gentle nature at least had some bite to it but that was not her way. In fact, Asa was more prone to run from conflict than to face it head long. She curled her tail over the edge so that she could feel the light breeze through the silken strands that resided at the base of her tail as though she was lost in her own thoughts. Resting at the base of her chest resided the dreamcatcher that had been lovingly and painstakingly taken apart and reassembled with ornaments that only Ke'akamai could give her.

She flexed her wings slightly, wings that were certainly more for decoration rather than actual flight as they stretched and she settled her gaze away from the shadow below to more towards the twilight to watch as the stars came out. She had always been fascinated by the little balls of light that hung far above them. She knew that sometimes her mate would point out to a various cluster call it a constellation according to his own Tribe and how they traveled across the oceans. Thinking about him she took in a breath, she missed him in a way - Asil had taken him to some errand that didn't require her services but it had been the longest the two had been apart since they had met. It made her heart ache, before she closed her eyes head still tilted up towards the sky. Perhaps tonight would be different, she could hope couldn't she?

Really all the information for Cage can be found here: http://www.rprepository.com/c/bloodedcage

Momma Vega is lazy right now to type up crap. XD