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Bark Burns (Closed RP)

The beast roared in pain and spun back to face the tree, granting Alhusayn a welcome respite. The Redguard was breathing heavily, already winded from the exertion of trying to fight in the deep snow.

His cloak was weighing him down, the thick fur wet and heavy from the elements. Al took the troll’s diverted attention as an opportunity to unclasp it, but rather than cast it aside, he flung the garment over the creature’s head from behind, hopefully distracting it from the woman who had tumbled out of the tree.

Staggering forward while the beast wrestled with the pelt, he slashed the blade of his scimitar across it’s thigh. Blood spurted across the snow. Good. Al didn’t know if he’d struck an artery or not, but even if he hadn’t the troll would at least be slowed down.

The troll howled again and turned blindly towards the source of this most recent attack. Alhusayn scrambled away, again missing a swipe of those deadly claws by an unnervingly narrow margin, but lost his footing and planted face-first in the loose white powder. Mumbling a curse through a mouthful of cold snow, the Redguard struggled to get back on his feet as the enormous hairy beast bore down on him.

Stumbling, but for a moment, the half- Imperial managed to get her feet situated in the matted down snow where she’d landed. The world around her felt like a filter of haze was over everything, that the tree-branches had knocked more than just the wind out of her. Disregarding her surroundings, in almost Nordic fashion she snarled and screamed a war-cry to accompany her sprint forward.

The blinded creature had it’s back to her and now was the perfect opportunity. However, the half-imperial stumbled on a tree-root that had stuck up through the powder. ‘Shit.’ She hissed in her thoughts. Holding her hands out, she caught herself, immediately pushing herself up and resuming the sprint towards the beast.

Stepping into the thrust with her sword, the point pierced through the thick hide of the Troll’s midsection. She’d angled the blade up and sheathed it as far as she could in before the beast flung it’s arm back blindly. The blow hit her crost the side of her head and dislodged her fingers from the handle of the blade. With a sloppy backstep, she stumbled before making her final move.

Putting power through her right leg, she used the Troll’s thigh as a step to get higher. Seeing as it was thrashing and moving it’s arms wildly to grasp at anything or perhaps ease the pain it was feeling. Upon stepping up, she felt a blow to her midsection of a blunt-forearm. Growling and persevering Caitlyn lifted her leg over the thrashing beast’s shoulder to position her weight upon it’s cloak covered head.

With her thighs, calves and legs as a whole she squeezed, holding onto the beast with all her might as she commenced stabbing with the dagger. the blade pierced through the cloak, hitting it’s left eye, center eye, face, mouth. Howls of pain filled the air as she continued, yelling savagely. “Die! Die! Die! Die!” Each word in tandum with every thrust that appeared to have no pattern, only seemed to wet the cloak and her gauntlets with the beast’s blood.

Finally, the troll appeared to give up, succumbing to the blood-loss, the pain, but she kept on stabbing, even as the troll defiantly lowered itself to the ground, grotesque hand digging into the powder. Before long, with the troll flat on the ground, Caitlyn withdrew her dagger, breathing harshly, steam forming at the mouth with each labored exhale. With a level of exhaustion tugging at her, the half-Imperial wiped her red cheek with the back of her gauntlet. Wincing, not due to the blood being spread to the tender flesh, but due to the bruising that was already settling in past the adrenaline.

#whatdosendhelp #well I took the kill #Caitlyn did at least #Jesus how she did it was brutal #I love my killing machine

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Bark Burns (Closed RP)

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Alhusayn wearily trudged through the heavy snow, his mood worsening with every step. The Redguard hunched in on himself, his cloak wrapped tightly around him; the thick fur kept to worst of the cold at bay, but his feet were slowly going numb and the tip of his nose felt like a chip of ice. Damn this frozen wasteland. He had one thing on his mind, besides self-pity, and that was to get his ass back to Dawnstar and the warmth of the inn before dark.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts of a fire and a hot meal that it took a moment to register the sounds of the woman shouting over the blustering of the wind. Al stopped dead in his tracks, shock registering on what little of his face was uncovered as he took in the sight just off the road. He charged off the path, drawing one of his curved scimitars as he moved. The troll was intent on his intended target, seemingly oblivious to the man rushing up behind him, but when Alhusayn’s blade pierced his thick hide, the troll took notice.

Al cursed loudly in Yoku. The troll’s erratic movements had thrown him off, and his scimitars were better suited for slashing, rather than stabbing; rather than critically injuring the beast, it seemed that he had only served to piss it off. Al was at a distinct disadvantage here; not only did the troll have a much longer reach than him, the knee-deep snow was severely limiting his mobility. He wasn’t going to last long, on his own.

Brown eyes flicked up to the woman in the tree, noting the fact that she had a bow at the ready before a vicious swipe of the troll’s claws sent him scrambling back to avoid them.

“Can you shoot it?!” He yelled, dodging another of the troll’s attacks by barely an inch.

Caitlyn was beginning to think things looked more and more bleak as time pressed on, this was a frozen wasteland, the only thing that would answer her screams was the howling of the wind and the spiteful spray of ice. At least so she thought. Out of the distance came a man armed with a curved sword to her ‘rescue’. However, her rescue was simply a man who had diverted the Troll’s unbridled aggression towards himself. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to call for help.

Using this slight moment she raised her bow and took her hand off the tree she was steadying herself with. Upon the other’s yelling behest she drew an arrow and called back whilst nocking it. “Keep him busy! Please don’t die!”

The shot itself wasn’t going to be an easy one. The disadvantages far outweighed the advantages here, unsteady stance, wind, frigid temperatures, moving target, versus the high ground.

Sucking in a breath, she drew and released, sending an arrow toward the Troll which sunk into it’s back, perhaps not far, but maybe enough to get it’s attention. Immediately, she repeated the process, firing again and holding up hire, however upon the release of her bowstring a gust of wind flared, knocking the half-Imperial off her post and sending her plummeting to the ground.

First she hit a branch three feet below her, another and then finally the half-matted snow at the base of the tree. The fall knocked the wind out of her, however in a panic she reached up and fumbled for her sword which she eventually drew with her right and out came her boot knife with her left.

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‘Last door on your right.’

“Home sweet home for the night…” James grumbled softly under the shaded peak of his linen hood. His eyes scanned his surroundings. A table facing outwards toward a glass window that was held in place by an iron frame. Looking over at the bed, it was a simple thing, Linen mattress stuffed with straw, pillow to match and a single blanket. Not that he’d need it with the way the heat was now. Beyond a simple looking chair, a wastebasket and some empty containers there wasn’t much else. Then again it wasn’t like he expected much from inns at all. He truly was only utilizing this due to the simple fact it had a bed.

Closing the door behind him, he set his pack by it, in the corner and after withdrwaing a book to read prior to rest he begins to unburden himself of his armor and traveling clothing. Starting with the travel hood, he took that down and got started on the ties holding on the outer furs hanging about his shoulders first, then came the linen retaining cloth over the mail, and soon after, his gauntlets. At this point it came down to a shining chainmail coat that was tucked into the furs hanging about his waist. With some effort, he shed the cumbersome material and added it to the growing pile and revealed the final layer which was a fur lined shirt, simple yet effective for cold weather. Not for what it was like right now.

In contemplation he decided to toss the shirt off now rather than later. And upon shedding it, revealed his back which bore a red birth mark, in semblence to a dragon. As well, littering his torso were several gashes and cuts that looked like they’d been burnt shut. However, it was clear the half-notf was in a sort of shape, that he’d known his way around his fitness and the sword for quite some time.

As he added his shirt to the pile of clothing, the door behind him creaked open.

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‘Last door on your right.’

“Home sweet home for the night…” James grumbled softly under the shaded peak of his linen hood. His eyes scanned his surroundings. A table facing outwards toward a glass window that was held in place by an iron frame. Looking over at the bed, it was a simple thing, Linen mattress stuffed with straw, pillow to match and a single blanket. Not that he’d need it with the way the heat was now. Beyond a simple looking chair, a wastebasket and some empty containers there wasn’t much else. Then again it wasn’t like he expected much from inns at all. He truly was only utilizing this due to the simple fact it had a bed.

Closing the door behind him, he set his pack by it, in the corner and after withdrwaing a book to read prior to rest he begins to unburden himself of his armor and traveling clothing. Starting with the travel hood, he took that down and got started on the ties holding on the outer furs hanging about his shoulders first, then came the linen retaining cloth over the mail, and soon after, his gauntlets. At this point it came down to a shining chainmail coat that was tucked into the furs hanging about his waist. With some effort, he shed the cumbersome material and added it to the growing pile and revealed the final layer which was a fur lined shirt, simple yet effective for cold weather. Not for what it was like right now.

In contemplation he decided to toss the shirt off now rather than later. And upon shedding it, revealed his back which bore a red birth mark, in semblence to a dragon. As well, littering his torso were several gashes and cuts that looked like they’d been burnt shut. However, it was clear the half-notf was in a sort of shape, that he’d known his way around his fitness and the sword for quite some time.

As he added his shirt to the pile of clothing, the door behind him creaked open.

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#tamaretheimperial #nsfw #verse: Skyrim/Main

*throws a cup*

James (Caitlyn swapped):

“Awe, that’s adorable.” He conjoured a fireball in his right hand and grinned devilishly “But ye forget something don’t ye?”

Caitlyn (James swapped):

“Ca-... Ja-... PERSON WHO IS IN MY BODY CAN YE PLEASE STOP?”

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‘Last door on your right.’

“Home sweet home for the night…” James grumbled softly under the shaded peak of his linen hood. His eyes scanned his surroundings. A table facing outwards toward a glass window that was held in place by an iron frame. Looking over at the bed, it was a simple thing, Linen mattress stuffed with straw, pillow to match and a single blanket. Not that he’d need it with the way the heat was now. Beyond a simple looking chair, a wastebasket and some empty containers there wasn’t much else. Then again it wasn’t like he expected much from inns at all. He truly was only utilizing this due to the simple fact it had a bed.

Closing the door behind him, he set his pack by it, in the corner and after withdrwaing a book to read prior to rest he begins to unburden himself of his armor and traveling clothing. Starting with the travel hood, he took that down and got started on the ties holding on the outer furs hanging about his shoulders first, then came the linen retaining cloth over the mail, and soon after, his gauntlets. At this point it came down to a shining chainmail coat that was tucked into the furs hanging about his waist. With some effort, he shed the cumbersome material and added it to the growing pile and revealed the final layer which was a fur lined shirt, simple yet effective for cold weather. Not for what it was like right now.

In contemplation he decided to toss the shirt off now rather than later. And upon shedding it, revealed his back which bore a red birth mark, in semblence to a dragon. As well, littering his torso were several gashes and cuts that looked like they’d been burnt shut. However, it was clear the half-notf was in a sort of shape, that he’d known his way around his fitness and the sword for quite some time.

As he added his shirt to the pile of clothing, the door behind him creaked open.

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‘Last door on your right.’

“Home sweet home for the night…” James grumbled softly under the shaded peak of his linen hood. His eyes scanned his surroundings. A table facing outwards toward a glass window that was held in place by an iron frame. Looking over at the bed, it was a simple thing, Linen mattress stuffed with straw, pillow to match and a single blanket. Not that he’d need it with the way the heat was now. Beyond a simple looking chair, a wastebasket and some empty containers there wasn’t much else. Then again it wasn’t like he expected much from inns at all. He truly was only utilizing this due to the simple fact it had a bed.

Closing the door behind him, he set his pack by it, in the corner and after withdrwaing a book to read prior to rest he begins to unburden himself of his armor and traveling clothing. Starting with the travel hood, he took that down and got started on the ties holding on the outer furs hanging about his shoulders first, then came the linen retaining cloth over the mail, and soon after, his gauntlets. At this point it came down to a shining chainmail coat that was tucked into the furs hanging about his waist. With some effort, he shed the cumbersome material and added it to the growing pile and revealed the final layer which was a fur lined shirt, simple yet effective for cold weather. Not for what it was like right now.

In contemplation he decided to toss the shirt off now rather than later. And upon shedding it, revealed his back which bore a red birth mark, in semblence to a dragon. As well, littering his torso were several gashes and cuts that looked like they’d been burnt shut. However, it was clear the half-notf was in a sort of shape, that he’d known his way around his fitness and the sword for quite some time.

As he added his shirt to the pile of clothing, the door behind him creaked open.

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‘Last door on your right.’

“Home sweet home for the night…” James grumbled softly under the shaded peak of his linen hood. His eyes scanned his surroundings. A table facing outwards toward a glass window that was held in place by an iron frame. Looking over at the bed, it was a simple thing, Linen mattress stuffed with straw, pillow to match and a single blanket. Not that he’d need it with the way the heat was now. Beyond a simple looking chair, a wastebasket and some empty containers there wasn’t much else. Then again it wasn’t like he expected much from inns at all. He truly was only utilizing this due to the simple fact it had a bed.

Closing the door behind him, he set his pack by it, in the corner and after withdrwaing a book to read prior to rest he begins to unburden himself of his armor and traveling clothing. Starting with the travel hood, he took that down and got started on the ties holding on the outer furs hanging about his shoulders first, then came the linen retaining cloth over the mail, and soon after, his gauntlets. At this point it came down to a shining chainmail coat that was tucked into the furs hanging about his waist. With some effort, he shed the cumbersome material and added it to the growing pile and revealed the final layer which was a fur lined shirt, simple yet effective for cold weather. Not for what it was like right now.

In contemplation he decided to toss the shirt off now rather than later. And upon shedding it, revealed his back which bore a red birth mark, in semblence to a dragon. As well, littering his torso were several gashes and cuts that looked like they’d been burnt shut. However, it was clear the half-notf was in a sort of shape, that he’d known his way around his fitness and the sword for quite some time.

As he added his shirt to the pile of clothing, the door behind him creaked open.

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Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as her gaze dropped briefly to his groin. When she replied, her voice was low and seductive, “Sometimes a massage can fuel one’s arousal, making the body more sensitive than it normally is. It can lead to more… intimate actions.”

It looked like he was giving silent permission to go further. Moving a little closer to him, Tamare slid her hands back up his thighs slowly until they reached the bulge in his trousers. While one dainty hand began rubbing him through the fabric, her face inched closer to his until she was lightly nibbling his earlobe. She was close enough so that her breasts were now pressed against his chest, still covered by her dress.

In truth, James didn’t really know how to respond to that. Instead, he let her continue, hand gathering the fabric of her dress with each passing moment. His left hand pressed to the mattress in an effort to keep himself steady as the other went about her buisness and what she appeared to want. “Mmh…” He groaned, eyes fluttering for a moment as-

#tamaretheimperial #this goes under cut #hello nsfw my old friend

m!a: james and caitlyn swap bodies for a week

James: “Wait a minute. No nO NO!~”

Caityn: “So I get to light stuff on fire?! Yess!”

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Caitlyn:

“Aweee fuck yes.”

James:

“Grey-Mage. I have one word for ye. Run.”

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‘Last door on your right.’

“Home sweet home for the night…” James grumbled softly under the shaded peak of his linen hood. His eyes scanned his surroundings. A table facing outwards toward a glass window that was held in place by an iron frame. Looking over at the bed, it was a simple thing, Linen mattress stuffed with straw, pillow to match and a single blanket. Not that he’d need it with the way the heat was now. Beyond a simple looking chair, a wastebasket and some empty containers there wasn’t much else. Then again it wasn’t like he expected much from inns at all. He truly was only utilizing this due to the simple fact it had a bed.

Closing the door behind him, he set his pack by it, in the corner and after withdrwaing a book to read prior to rest he begins to unburden himself of his armor and traveling clothing. Starting with the travel hood, he took that down and got started on the ties holding on the outer furs hanging about his shoulders first, then came the linen retaining cloth over the mail, and soon after, his gauntlets. At this point it came down to a shining chainmail coat that was tucked into the furs hanging about his waist. With some effort, he shed the cumbersome material and added it to the growing pile and revealed the final layer which was a fur lined shirt, simple yet effective for cold weather. Not for what it was like right now.

In contemplation he decided to toss the shirt off now rather than later. And upon shedding it, revealed his back which bore a red birth mark, in semblence to a dragon. As well, littering his torso were several gashes and cuts that looked like they’d been burnt shut. However, it was clear the half-notf was in a sort of shape, that he’d known his way around his fitness and the sword for quite some time.

As he added his shirt to the pile of clothing, the door behind him creaked open.

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Moving to the side of the bed so that she was sitting next to him, Tamare started by rubbing his shoulders from the front, allowing her hands to slowly make their way down his chest and abs. Her fingers occasionally caressed his skin as they drifted lower still, reaching the juncture between his hips and thighs. His groin was being purposely avoided, both to tease him and waiting until she had permission to go there. For the moment, her massage lingered at his inner thigh area.

The initial felt rather lovely to say the least. However as her hands lingered lower and lower, his thoughts turned from trance-like to slightly lust-filled. It wasn’t until after she had lingered onward past his hips that he actually considered speaking up.

“Ah... I didn’t know this went like this.....” His eyes lingered on her hand resting on his inner thigh. Subconsciously his legs parted and his right hand rested on the small of her lower back, fingers gently tugging at the fabric of her clothing.

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Bark Burns (Closed RP)

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“Divnes, Divnes, Divines!” She muttered to herself, getting progressively louder and more labored as she continued to run. Crossing the mountains North into The Pale was a terrible idea. ‘Watch out for Frost Trolls.’ If only she had actually heeded that warning. Now she was running from one in the encumbering snow, each step weighed down by the white powder. She knew that she could only run for so long before the Troll caught up to her. It’d plow through snow and just about anything.

Quickly, she made up her mind and searched around with her eyes, pausing only to look back towards where the roar was coming from. Making a rushed choice she strode over to the nearest tree which was about as big as her arms were around and with little effort began climbing.

One foot rested on the lowest branch whilst her hands navigated the thicker branches further up, prior to pulling herself up further, she broke the bottom branch, not that the Troll would know how to climb regardless. As she did so, the beast came into view, roaring and lunging toward the tree the half-Imperial was climbing. Desperately, it swiped at her foot, missing by just inches before she pulled herself further, out of it’s reach as it jumped and swiped again.

Before long, she was near two dozen feet up the tree and still worried about the Troll below that was staring up at her and roaring. The sight paired with the sound was bone-chilling to say the least. “Fuck.” She growled lowly and stood, looking at the troll that was now attempting to climb by clawing at the bark below. I’d get up, however not to the height of Caitlyn. “Hello! Anyone hear me?” Steadying herself against the tree and distributing her weight among the branches she managed her bow off her back and into her left hand. However, the tree promptly shook as the beast slammed it’s shoulder into the trunk, making it shudder in response. While it didn’t do much, it almost made the half-Imperial loose her balance. “Hello! Someone! Anyone! HelllloooO!!!”

#whatdosendhelp #Closed #I was blackmailed #Help

ooc: Plotting and threads,

So... Plotting? Who’s up for it?

#ooc #stares at empty draft box

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1. On formatting.

Well I normally am not one to care much about formatting. I often associate blogs with cool text as... Well too quality for me. However, I have one simple issue when it comes to formatting.

Trim. Please. Trim.

3. On smut.

It’s great, while it doesn’t really do much for me on a physical scale. I feel like on an emotional scale it is nice, seeing as my muses are a fragment of who I am. It’s nice to see their needs met.

5. On exclusivity.

I assume this is means exclusively playing with certain characters/fandoms. While I find it not something I would do personally, but to each there own. I don’t necessarily have an issue with it, however I feel shafted when I message someone and they don’t wanna rp with me because they are an exclusive fandom.

7. On hate.

Sickening but a sad fact of what the world is. I’ve been hated on, other people have been hated on. However, I just ignore it. I often unfollow if I find a person doing anon hate.

9. On OOC posts.

Answered :3

11. On your character.

Answered ^.^

13. On following back.

Always, unless you are a porn or a personal blog that doesn’t post anything I find noteworthy or likable.

15. On tumblr.

I haven’t been a big fan of alot of the recent updates. Many of them have shafted the roleplay community in making it harder to trim and format as well as cause lag on my desktop when writing. While I enjoy the inclusion of the messaging system, I’d gladly trade that for the way things used to be.

9, 11, and 12

9. On OOC posts.

Everything is fine when it is within reason. While I am intrigued by OOC posts that are pretaining to one’s character and blog. I have a mild problem when an rp blog or a blog I thought was an rp blog posts a ton of OOC. Often times I tend to unfollow after I see a trend happening.

11. On your character.

I love both of them, in fact I love all my characters even when they sometimes do not want to cooperate. I like to think that they are full of depth, however, I don’t really know, seeing as I have that sort of self-serving bias.

12. On your own writing.

It’s ass... >.>. Often times, I think the best way to go about it is, my writing is inconsistent. I mean I’ll write some amazing, descriptive reply and the next one will be... Eh. and I’ll sometimes push myself to post it. Then looking back I feel rather shameful in doing so.

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WHAT DID YOU JUST COMPLIMENT ME? YOU DO ME JUSTICE YOU NERRRD

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