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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Yeah?

But it always ends with... ME


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 03:57:26.

Topic: Guess the Quote
Subject: I don't know what the current quote is...

So I'll throw out a new one:

And we who delve in beauty’s lore
Know all that we have known before
Of what inexorable cause
Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.

From my favorite poem


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:37:30.

Topic: I'm so bored...
Subject: So bored...

Actually I'm not all that bored, just trying to rack up some more posts for my counter.... but then again I suppose caring enough about my counter is a sign of boredom isn't it? huh...


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:32:49.

Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...

blood... alot of blood...

I feed it a dilithium crystal.

Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:30:03.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: ummm

I'm going to have to go with the meteor... only because I don't know what the other thing is. Would rather at least have a known terrible thing happening to me.

Besides maybe I can send Bruce Willis up to explode it before it hits us... *nod*

Concave or Convex belly button?

Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:28:16.

Topic: The Voting Game
Subject: 11th!!!

How sad... I remember a time when we were way up at like 5

Mystic Realms is beating us right now by a ton...

Yes I have something against them... sorry... I know it's probably bad karma I'm sending out there... but... but... you guys were so much nicer to me than they were.

Huh... guess that's why I'm here and not there.

Alright guys, lets get voting and knock those snobby mystic realmers back where they belong!

You vote at The RPGgateway

Here is the link again to be helpful


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:26:34.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Bad Eol



- okay so I went ahead and posted the next thought after CENSORED to keep the game going... it really is best just not to ask -


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:22:41.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Hmmm

You pass that exam, you pass the next exam... you pass EVERY exam you will ever take for the rest of your life! Unfortunatly you cannot EVER print your resume, so all those test scores amount to about... nothing... in the real world as you cannot show up to an interview for a job properly prepared and you can only get a job working at the ACT headquarters feeding other peoples examines into the 'fill in the bubble reader' machines for minimum wage.

I wish December had more days in it so I could get everything done.

((ps good luck on the exam ))

Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:21:00.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Four

Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:17:42.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: p.s.

That's three Wins for Meri and none for the rest of y'all!


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:17:26.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Although...

Come to think of it I rather prefer Gwen's coat, at least for myself, and I had better to since I got one for my christmas present this year... *nod*


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:16:52.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Hmmm

What about Captain Jack Harkness?

Gotta love that jacket!

Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:16:11.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Picture

So... I said I would try and work up a pic of Thea... and I did this weekend while lounging around the lake, but got time to try and scan it tonight and looking at it again decided that perhaps it would be best to try again and not subject you all to that rendition of her.

So... keep your fingers crossed that the next version is better! *nod nod*


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:14:25.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Changing 2


Posted on 2009-12-11 at 02:11:22.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Ohhh... yummy


Hey! Eol ninja'd my post

Posted on 2009-12-10 at 21:18:46.
Edited on 2009-12-11 at 02:11:01 by Merideth

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: 80 Days?


Posted on 2009-12-10 at 21:16:48.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: :D


Posted on 2009-12-10 at 19:30:50.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: napping!

You did take a nap today. However... you dreamed about running a marathon while dressed like a gigantic banana as rabid were-bunnies chased you, so you woke up more tired than when you went to sleep.

I wish I had 100 applauds.

Posted on 2009-12-10 at 19:25:42.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: hmmm

while he was

((I would like to say how pleased I am that my eunch monkey is still the main character of this story ))

Posted on 2009-12-10 at 19:20:10.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: I think we are going in circles now...

*dropping a letter*


Posted on 2009-12-10 at 19:14:47.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: :)

^ Is Santa

> Is confused how she got tricked into kissing Ion

V Is confused how they got tricked into kissing Al

:Insert non-existant 'Kissie Smiley' here:

Posted on 2009-12-10 at 19:10:42.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: But of course...


Posted on 2009-12-10 at 19:08:02.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Ohhh....

Such an interesting twist.

You just want to keep her crying don't you?

Well... I should have something up by the appointed time. Formulating as I type this.


Posted on 2009-12-10 at 02:14:07.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: How very touching... no really... touching

Her eyes quickly darted up from the shreds of sheet spilled over her lap when the dark blue that had colored the hole in Nyx’s crypt was suddenly draped in black. The next moment what was left of Nyx tumbled onto the floor, his kukri first. For a moment her shock seized her. From the screams she had heard she had expected him to be in bad shape, but this… this was worse than she had been expecting. His luminescent skin reflected none of the candle’s light, and if she had not been so certain that no one else would be coming out of that hole she likely would have suspected it to be anyone but him. Only his clothing bore resemblance to the man she knew, and even that was soiled and wet.

The strips of yellowed linen fell off her lap like confetti as she lurched forward and caught in him her arms before he spilled across the hard tiled floor of the crypt. Slowly he opened the one eye that would still permit such activity and his bleary yellowed orb met her.

“Mae govannen, Cayrimsa,” he rasped on a nearly laughing breath, his gaze searching for her but unable to focus, “You should… go now… amin… anta… kaima…”

Her jaw clenched a little bit as she stared down at him, so helpless in her arms right then. The dirt and grime and the elven blood that seeped from his wounds sunk into the fabric of her skirts.

“You should be glad I don’t much care for this dress… and yes… I’m sure you do want to rest. However, I think if you tried to sleep right now without having whatever was done to you tended… you might not wake up again. Not that that is an altogether bad option for either one of us right now, but I’d rather you died at my hands instead of those filthy humans. Now behave yourself, or I swear what Dmitrova and that ugly bitch did to you will only be the beginning. Do you hear me Nyx?!” she stared down into his face and gave him a good shake when she noticed his eye had fallen shut and he had not replied.

“Nyx! I said do you hear me!?” She shouted when his eye blearily tried to reopen for her.

“Yes… kaima…” he muttered weakly.

“I swear to the Gods! If I didn’t feel somewhat responsible for your condition I’d finish the job myself! Just…. Lay here will you? Not as if you are going much of anywhere like that I suppose…” the normal bite in her tone was still there, but she used surprising tenderness when she pulled herself out from under him and laid his limp frame on the ground, letting his cheek rest along the cool tiles.

She grabbed the two bottles and a handful of linen and settled down next to him.

“Alright you Gods forsaken elven rubbish, the first thing we need to do is get something down your throat, you’ll need fluids, got to replenish what you’ve leaked all over my skirt. Which by the way is worth quiet a bit more than that orange you put on my tab… not to mention how much I spent on the whore to get Mouse off my trail and all these supplies. You’re so in my debt you’ll be washing my feet like any other elven bastard for the rest of your life! Now come on, sit up a bit for me so you don’t choke to death before you can start to repay me.”

Edging her knees back under his head she slips her fingers to the nape of his neck and supports him while her other hand brings the bottle of wine to his split lips. The effort ends with him coughing and a majority of the wine spilling down his throat and into her lap, but some gets down and for what will come next the effects of the alcohol are likely going to be beneficial.

“Perfectly good waste of liquor if you ask me, but you aren’t… so then… back down you go. I guess I should first figure out where you are loosing the most blood I suppose and stop that up.”

As she starts to put him back on the ground and begin her examination his eye rolls open at her again and he groans. “Pocket… “

“Pocket? Yes you have pockets Nyx… now please…”

But she is cut short as his hand reaches up and clamps over her wrist. Again he pulls her breath from her chest and the pulse beneath the tips of his fingers quickens.

“Nyx I told you to behave!”

But the hand pulls her own closer to his chest and into the folds of his coat, guiding her fingers past the weaker beating of his own heart and to a pocket hiding in the shadowy depths. Her eyes narrow on him as she yanks her wrist away and rummages through the pocket. A moment later she holds a few of the grayish leaves up over him, they are limp and soggy but she still recognizes them as the leaves he gave her the previous night to help with the pain in her throat. She sighs and nods to him.

“I see… Well…. I’m not going to prechew them for you, I’m not a cow. Besides they seem pretty damp already. Here…” her fingers fold the leaves into a square packet and she pushes it gently between his lips, pulling her hand back and shaking it the moment his tongue presses against her fingers.

“Ehh!” The spittled fingers are drug across his shirt and for a moment she can almost swear that a smile crosses over his lips.

“Go ahead laugh all you want now, as soon as I get you healed up I’m going to kill your lily ass!”

With Nyx humming to the sweet effects of the leaves seeping into his tongue Cay restarts her examination of him. Before long she notes that the majority of the blood seeping onto the floor is from his legs, likely the wound she witnessed that mohawk woman administer.

“Of course. Going to not only make you see you naked twice tonight but now I get the honors of removing your pants this time. I hate you… I truly hate you!”

Grimacing the whole while she obligingly carries out what she intended to do tonight. His pants are removed and as quickly, and blindly, as she can she uses a strip of linen soaked in water to clean the dirt and the blood from his legs. Under it all she finds the wound he had stitched earlier, now broken open and spilling out the blood soaked herbs he had stuffed into it, and the cleaner line on his inner thigh.

When she digs out the herbs in the older wound he tenses and gasps in pain while his fingers reach down to stop her.

“Lay still you horsefucker! It’s ladled with sea scum and dirt… you want it to infect? Trust me I don’t enjoy being this close to your precious family jewels… I’ll get it done and get you patched back up as quickly as I can, now lay back!” Her hand curls around his wrist and she presses it to the ground where she then captures it under her knee, holding it still while she cleans out the wound. The same treatment is given to the other, then carefully she pulls a thread off one of the linen sheets and threads it into a needle she also picked up at the tavern.

Straining to not only keep his hands from clawing at her, but to also see in the dim candle light and tune out the groans coming from his lips she rather expertly sews up the gashes in his legs. The linen catches now and then on his tender flesh and if he had been in any shape to watch he would have noticed the grimaces that flash over her face when she pulls the thread to get it through and hears how it makes him cry out beneath her. Soon enough, though, she tears off the last bit of extra string and then binds the wounds tightly under a few strips of linen. They turn pink where they touch the wounds but the blood flow seems to have ceased.

Pleased with that work she then moves to his upper half, covering the lower with his cloak. Ever careful to support his head, especially now that his groaning and facial contortions have died down and she suspects that he has finally fully passed out on her, she removes his shirt. There had been an angry red welt on his thighs and now that she had his shirt off she noticed the others that crossed over his chest. She sighed and gently brought her fingers down upon one that crossed near his heart. She closed her eyes and felt the heat from the wound and the way his heart continued to beat just under the bones protecting it.

“You’re a damn fool Nyx Syndyn. I’m not worth all of this. You should have told Dmitrova I was a damned liar and let him string me up instead… hell you should have left town on that horse you picked out…or even better yet, walked away this morning, let me finish my battle with the human woman by having the Imperial Guards drag me off her. That’s what you should have done… that’s what everyone else has done…”

With a heavy sigh she finally opened her eyes and stared down at him.

“Well you’ll come to regret it someday I’m sure…”

The next hour she spends tending to the more minor wounds, cleaning him off until his alabaster skin glows in the soft candle light. Linen bandages are tied around many of the welts, cuts, and scrapes that adorn his body. The last leaves he had in his pocket are in his mouth now, so when she gets him mostly cleaned up she goes to the sarcophagus and pushes back the lid to go through the few items he has stashed there. She finds a few more herbs and manages to grind them with a rock and mix them with some of the wine to create a salve that she rubs into the bruises and the twisted joints.

She watches as her fingers glide over his body, rising along his muscles and falling into the cavities between them.

So strange to touch a man like this isn’t it?

“I can’t do this right now… don’t start in on me… I’m tired… I’m hungry… and I just need to get this done”

Alright… but trust me we’ll talk later…

“Don’t I know it…”

Finally she has managed to tend to most of his wounds. The light filtering in through the stained glass windows is a lighter grey now. Dawn will come soon. The candle she had been working by has burned itself into a puddle that has long since dripped over the edge of the pedestal and onto the floor. Yawning she gets a sheet she had not ripped up and his cloak.

Sitting she leans her back against the sarcophagus and pulls Nyx’s head into her lap while she adjusts the cloak and sheet around his still bare body, with him situated she closes her eyes. In the fuzzy grey light that comes just before the dawn her hand lifts up into the air and hovers over his head for a moment, a canine nibbles at her lip and then with a sigh she lowers her fingers to his brow. With his mane tangled in her rather gentle caress she joins him in sleep.


Posted on 2009-12-10 at 02:06:58.
Edited on 2018-11-20 at 11:14:45 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Missing...

poster? or missing DM?


Posted on 2009-12-09 at 18:38:10.


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