[EX] Reynard's Dilemma
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 22:51:00</strong>
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				This game contains <del>nuts</del> [Ex]<br><br>Ingredients: ((tba as played)) <br><br><hr><br>The Lizard’s Lounge was a club Bedlam would sooner avoid, if she could. She thought it was too calm, too sedate. There were things that wouldn’t dance to her tune – and some things that knew her too well. One of those was the mo she had a deal with. <br><br>Bedlam hadn’t been able to hold up her side of the deal. There had been things seeking her in the city, and she’s had to use all her cunning to outwit them. The one time she had approached the club, she had almost walked into a trap, so had gone to ground instead. A kitsune in human form bled power hard, but a kitsune in fox form was only a fox. It had been a close thing, and if the prince had been any less proud he would have used the Wild Hunt which nothing could hide from – but he hadn’t, and his own seekers were no match for her.<br><br>If he looked for her again, she would suspect someone had told him what she could do that his many other lovers seemed to be incapable of. It had to be some big cosmic fuck-up that she was the only kitsune that so-called prince had ever come across. He had thought her kind were long extinct, which was lucky for her. He hadn’t realised he could knock her up easier than he could any human and not dilute his precious sidhe bloodline with mortal tendencies.<br><br>Having kits was not on her list of things-to-do-with-a-sidhe. She didn’t want to let the sidhe have such a hold on her – plus, he would let her have any fun for the duration. Months of being fat and unfucked… she didn’t think so. <br><br>But avoiding that fate had made her immediate future quite precarious. It wasn’t that she had welshed the deal with the mo – she wasn’t retarded – but it was unclear where they stood now. The deal was Bedlam had to give the mo a year’s worth of breath. She hadn’t said it had to be on consecutive days, or that there couldn’t be gaps… but Bedlam knew it wouldn’t be taken well without warning. <br><br>The kitsune was here, though. In the mo’s territory. Dressed as flamboyantly as she always did – gold heels adding inches to her short height; her legs looking paler than they had the last time she had been in the Lizard’s Lounge two weeks ago; a dark green skirt a fraction too short and flashing her frilly gold and green knickers; a heavy bustle of peacock feathers falling in a train down her legs to drag on the floor and tickling all the way; a bra of gold filigree held her breasts, thin chains holding it to her; her sandy red hair was caught back and frothed; her eyes were shadowed with emerald. As she moved, her signature silver bells rang prettily, though they were not visible. The gold clashed with her hair, but not too badly.<br><br>Her style was eclectic and eye catching. She wanted to be noticed, and enjoyed the attention she gathered. Walking into the club, she got several looks but no open stares. She sighed. She could preen and strut with the best of them, but she couldn’t gather any more power than she had now. It was frustrating to go from being the elite in one group to the dregs of another – another reason she disliked this club. <br><br>She tried not to hunch her shoulders and looked around, hoping Kyukiko was in a forgiving mood.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 01:18:05</strong>
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				It sat alone in a corner of the bar,&nbsp; its long white hair hanging in front of its brilliant ice blue orbs.&nbsp; Its full lips parted into a wide grin, revealing a set of teeth so much different then a humans.&nbsp; It’s maw was filled with what looked to be hundreds of razor sharp fangs that looked more like they were meant for piercing then chewing or ripping,&nbsp; though, one can only imagine what the creature would be able to inflict by tearing out whole mouthfuls of warm flesh.&nbsp; The creature was beautiful,&nbsp; in an frightening sort of way.&nbsp; It’s gender was almost indeterminate.&nbsp; It had the high cheek bones and bone structure of a woman but the chin was slightly more pronounced,&nbsp; and it had a hint of a visible Adam’s apple.&nbsp; Its flesh was literally the color of new fallen snow,&nbsp; slightly translucent, if the thing moved its neck to one side all the brilliant blue veins seem to come directly to the surface.&nbsp; It’s neck was long,&nbsp; elegant and led to a lithe body.&nbsp; The shoulders were a bit to broad to belong to a woman,&nbsp; its body possessed a hint of pronounced muscular tone,&nbsp; more like a feline’s chorded muscles then normal human bulges and swells.&nbsp; It possessed a bit of a roundness at the bosom,&nbsp; perhaps no more then an A cup.&nbsp; Its belly was firm, flat, with the slightest definition of a six pack,&nbsp; its hips were slightly pronounced and the bones stuck out against its flat tummy.&nbsp; &nbsp; It lifted a hand to its face,&nbsp; revealing that each nail was tipped with a massive claw,&nbsp; the color of the blackest night, it gleamed wickedly reflecting the light that was cast upon it.&nbsp; Its fingers were long,&nbsp; spindly,&nbsp; and from the look of it,&nbsp; it looked like the creature was hyper dexterous.&nbsp; Long legs sat splayed outward,&nbsp; the creature seemed to&nbsp; have a bit of a bulge in its crotch, its rump was firm and well toned.&nbsp; Nothing that would really draw eyes, but there was just a hint of something there.&nbsp; <br><br>Tonight,&nbsp; the creature was wearing a tight fitting white leather vest, one would be loath to imagine what sort of flesh was used in its making.&nbsp; It left its arms visible for all to see,&nbsp; its smooth as polished marble skin,&nbsp; it was zipped up to the neck leaving its swells almost invisible unless someone strained to see them.&nbsp; Its lower body was clad in matching white leather pants,&nbsp; that clung perfectly to its body.&nbsp; A pair of white platform boots adorn each foot,&nbsp; the sole of the shoe looked like it would probably add at least a half a foot to the creatures already impressive length.&nbsp; Its long tongue slipped out over its lips for but a moment.<br><br>Of course,&nbsp; it possessed its own sort of glamour.&nbsp; Such creatures would not do well to be seen by human’s.&nbsp; A mortal gazing upon it, would have seen either a somewhat masculine but attractive young woman,&nbsp; or a rather pretty feminine young man, depending on their preference.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was only when they were alone,&nbsp; unable to flee from this… beautiful thing, would they encounter the creature’s “True” form, only long enough to howl in terror and feel those teeth sink into the closest soft part of the body.<br><br>What was this…&nbsp; monster?&nbsp; Anyone who had kept their ear to the pulse of the city had heard whispers of the name Nefrit.&nbsp; &nbsp;It supposedly emerged from the shadows years ago,&nbsp; seemingly from out of nowhere.&nbsp; The speakers were never quite sure what it was,&nbsp; Succubus/Incubus?&nbsp; It possessed a few similarities to the old stories but it didn’t seem to sustain itself directly on the lust and sexual fluids of its victims.&nbsp; It was supposedly a bit of a hedonist,&nbsp; but it was believed to be more out of carnal enjoyment then a need to copulate.&nbsp; Some said it was a fae from the unseelie court,&nbsp; it is yet to be verified&nbsp; of course any discussion with other member’s of the fae houses only caused Raised eyebrows and weak coughs.&nbsp; Of course, they could merely be dismissing an upstart cousin.&nbsp; Other rumors though,&nbsp; whisper that the thing was a rather ancient vampire.&nbsp; It would explain the fangs of course,&nbsp; and the reason that they’re have been so many exsanguinations since it’s arrival.&nbsp; Though, no matter what it was…&nbsp; one thing was certain this creature controlled flesh, bone, and muscle like it was clay.&nbsp; It could change a being into something else entirely,&nbsp; increase its strength,&nbsp; make it beautiful,&nbsp; or simple rend it all away leaving a weakened pathetic lame beast.&nbsp; Other rumors whispered of still stranger powers, but it was for this reason that it was often found at Bedlam,&nbsp; it exchanged its services for favours…&nbsp; working for the highest bidder,&nbsp; but, it often took great delight in shaping the bodies of supernatural beings into other things… sometimes doing it for free if the&nbsp; subject was interesting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 08:26:48</strong>
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				Kyukiko was the de facto manager of the bar.&nbsp; She was a delicate seeming young woman with olive skin, short dark hair highlighted with an odd greenish tinge, and was currently wearing a slinky black dress.&nbsp; If her eyes had not been the bright orange color of her animalistic form, she might have passed for human, despite the unpainted nails that were deep black.&nbsp; Like all the Ko Modo alphas, she was a predator first and a social creature second, so it was unusual that she approach the decorous kitsune hesitantly.&nbsp; <br><br>"It has been too long, Bedlam.&nbsp; However, I should tell you, the one whom you wish to speak to, is over there.&nbsp; she has made me aware that you are to be her companion for the evening, and perhaps longer."&nbsp; The were-lizard grinned and it was a pleasant, amused, and nonthreatening grin.&nbsp; Unless you knew the Ko Modo, in which case it was a sign of hunger.&nbsp; "I should not wait too long, if I were you.&nbsp; The one she speaks with is not something I would play with, were I you."&nbsp; Considering Kyukiko had beaten the kitsune near to death, and had actually shot her once, it was not a warning to be taken lightly.<br><br><hr><br>The one she had pointed out, the mo to which Bedlam owed her debt, was silently approaching the strange creature who sat by itself, dressed in white and looking more predatory than anything else in the room - which was an impressive feat.&nbsp; The devil had nothing to fear from the creature; the flesh it wore was more a convenience than a necessity.&nbsp; <br><br>She was dressed in a soft black velour blouse with long sleeves and loose black silk pants.&nbsp; The overall effect was to make her shimmer in the cold white lights and glisten in the warm yellow lights.&nbsp; Her eyes were carnelian colored orbs set in a golden face; she seemed at once childlike and mature; the appearance of her body would have put her in the low twenties at best, though with Asian appearances that could have been deceiving with her gentle swells and slender body.&nbsp; Her hair was short and sleekly styled, parted at one side by a delicate porcelain orchid clip.&nbsp; Her own shoes were simple black slippers, lending themselves to the appearance of why she was silent.&nbsp; Her nails were painted silver with black idiograms decorating each one, and though she wore no makeup, her natural beauty seemed to need none.&nbsp; <br><br>Like many here, she was not human.&nbsp; Unlike many here, she was not even what most would consider 'alive' or 'mortal'.&nbsp; The Chinese devil stepped up next to the creature that lounged casually at the bar and adressed it softly, but with a good measure of calm.&nbsp; "I do not recognize what you appear to be....I suspect, however, something you may actually be.&nbsp; The question I would ask of such as you may be would be this:&nbsp; if the body you wear were to be slain, would that which wears it be sent to a place of another's making, or would it remain itself and unwounded by the loss of the form which houses it?"<br><br>It was a careful question into the nature of the creature; most living things had spirits and souls.&nbsp; The mo, like their lesser cousins the guei and the liang, were creatures of spirit.&nbsp; Unlike their lesser cousins, bodies were tools and conveyances, and a mo was almsot purely spirit unless it chose to take form.&nbsp; But to take form required Chi, which the mo could not obtain themselves directly.&nbsp; Hence the creature's bargain with Bedlam.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am called Mokujen; it is not my name, but it will suffice for now.&nbsp; If you are what I believe you to be, I would wish ask a service of you, for which you could be paid in a medium of your choice."&nbsp; She suddenly turned and looked directly at Bedlam, whom she had seemed not to notice before.&nbsp; Mokujen spoke softly, as she turned back to the strange being, not allowing the kitsune to see or hear what she said.&nbsp; "I have a bargain that was....unfulfilled, and there is a payment due me."&nbsp; The mo could feel the kitsune's power radiating from her, a rarefied thing that few beings in the room could appreciate.&nbsp; She needed it; it would change things for Mokujen, and quite impressively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 00:45:12</strong>
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				“Hmmmm?”&nbsp; Came a soft voice,&nbsp; that was as smooth as silk.&nbsp; It was neither high nor low, it wouldn’t have sounded all that strange coming from the lips of either a man or a woman.&nbsp; One of its finely arched eye brows raised ever so slightly as the stranger went on it’s a little rant.&nbsp; Its long clawed fingers moved to gently caress its small chest, teasing the white leather with the tips of its claws, it listened to the tirade,&nbsp; almost half heartedly until the magic word was spoken that caught it’s attention.&nbsp; Paid,&nbsp; it was a mercenary at heart,&nbsp; well…&nbsp; one should never do anything that they’re good at for free.&nbsp; A man on the silver screen had said just that not to long ago, and it brought a smile to its face.&nbsp; For truer words had never been spoken.<br><br>It turned its head forwards the smaller female,&nbsp; its mouth splitting into a grin revealing those gleaming pure white fangs.&nbsp; “I will not reveal my secrets, as I do not believe you will reveal any of yours.”&nbsp; It leaned forward,&nbsp; gazing into the other creature’s eyes for a moment.&nbsp; She was a confident creature,&nbsp; though she wondered if her confidence was warranted.&nbsp; It was more then the sum of its most notable abilities,&nbsp; but, tipping its hand wouldn’t have been the correct thing to do.&nbsp; Besides,&nbsp; this seemed like it could be a peaceable arrangement.&nbsp; <br><br>“What is the service that you require?&nbsp; I am not in the mood for paltry games tonight.&nbsp; So please do, make it something more interesting then turning some mortal into living furniture…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 03:19:03</strong>
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				Bedlam turned towards the woman who approached her – Kyukiko, the Ko Modo lycanthrope. Bedlam heaved a sigh, her eyes flicking away from the other woman, but not for long and not in the usual way of submissive. “Ah, she didn’t even know I was coming in tonight. On a scale of one to ten, how pissed off is she? Ninety? A-hundred-and-thirty-two? A-fucking-billion, perhaps? This is going to be so much fun.” There was sarcasm in her tone, but a warped eagerness, too. Her heart was beating against her breastbone. Standing still, there was the faintest chime of her silver bells as she shivered slightly. She looked over towards the mo, her tongue sliding out between her fox teeth. She hadn’t thought to consume the corpse’s teeth, so had kept her canines in her stolen form. <br><br>Mokujen was talking to a… a thing. White clothes, white hair, such blue eyes she could see the colour of them from across the room. “Is that a sidhe?” Bedlam asked, annoyed. She scoffed at Kyukiko’s fear of it, and walked towards the table the mo and the sidhe-like being sat talking. The clack of her heels was followed by the sounding of the hidden bells, walking such a direct route to the mo she got several glances. She stopped a few paces from the table, but close enough to converse, wary of the very Unseelie-creature. It might be an agent of&nbsp; the daft ‘Prince’, or have nothing to do with him at all. Not waiting, Bedlam cut in on their conversation. “Why did you tell Kyukiko you wanted to see me? You know I don’t play with anyone else until after we’ve… spoken.” Her eyes flicked to the Other a moment before she caught her words. She didn’t want to advertise her dealings with the mo, especially in front of something that might hold allegiance to her past lover.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 09:47:50</strong>
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				The delicate female tilted her head and rolled her eyes towards the kitsune; she noted the distinctive teeth and quirked an odd smile.&nbsp; The creature's reactions had answered some questions, but there were others.&nbsp; But there was more than one way to learn about its nature.&nbsp; She lifted her hand without turning her body towards Bedlam, her thumb, index, and pointer fingers splayed slightly.&nbsp; She slipped her fingers to either side of the kitsune's throat and stroked her jugular and her carotid simultaneously, and then pushed her fingers firmly in and up, hooking them under her jaw in an incredibly painful manner that lifted her onto her toes.&nbsp; Mokujen returned her attention to the strange being, smiling still as she held Bedlam up by her jaw and throat like she were cradling a cup of wine.&nbsp; <br><br>"This lovely creature is Bedlam, and she owes me a great deal of her breath.&nbsp; Spirit, if you will.&nbsp; Despite her forward ways she is an accommodating creature, and I will require....help to remove as much of the essential breath as I am due without accidentally slaying her."&nbsp; The devil's hand lifted higher, nearly taking the young kitsune off the floor and cutting into her soft skin with unsharpened fingernails.&nbsp; "From that I will give you an amount, unless you wish to make a different sort of trade."&nbsp; <br><br>She half turned and then swung her wrist around, forcing Bedlam to follow her fingers in order to save herself from more intense pain so that she was looking into the kitsune's face.&nbsp; "I spoke with Kyukiko in order to warn off those whom you have offended or troubled so that they would not bother you here at least.&nbsp; I said nothing about her sending you to me; how she interprets my words is of absolutely no consequence to me."&nbsp; She lifted higher, forcing the kitsune to one toe, making her struggle against nearly the full weight of her body on those two fingers.&nbsp; "You, on the other hand, should know not to interrupt your betters when they are discussing things upon which your safety and existence hinges." <br><br>Despite the urge to push the young woman up and over to the ground unceremoniously, she was very aware of the eyes upon them.&nbsp; Decorum was required in the main room.&nbsp; In private it was an entirely different matter.&nbsp; Slowly she lowered her hand, and let the kitsune stand on her own two feet.&nbsp; She rubbed the potent blood across her fingertips, feeling the dead lack of chi along her skin as nothing human could.&nbsp; As chi was immaterial, potent and energy, so was blood it's utter opposite.&nbsp; The yin to its yang.&nbsp; <br><br>Without looking at the creature in white, she spoke once more to it.&nbsp; "Are you interested?&nbsp; She can take a great deal of very....intimate....experience without risking dissolution.&nbsp; And I will need to reach deep inside her for what I require."&nbsp; The only way Mokujen could do that on her own was by tearing Bedlam open.&nbsp; Literally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Reynard's Dilemma</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 23:37:16</strong>
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				Bedlam yelped as she was taken hold of in such a painful manor, forced to her tiptoes, her balance precarious in the heels. Hers hands gripped the mo’s wrist, trying to take some of the weight from the three digits digging into her vulnerable flesh. Her panic-widened eyes snapped to the Host-like creature Mokujen had been talking with, drawn back to the mo when she forced the kitsune higher. She whined as the vampiric creature’s blunt nails broke her skin.<br><br>When the sadistic girl moved her hand, Bedlam grunted, then all but squealed and she was lifted even higher, feeling her flesh slowly parting as she was impaled by her on eight onto the cruel fingers. It wasn’t much, but the bite of her nails grew into more of a threat, her mounting fear making the world, even her very body seem more real. Then, the pressure eased, and she was allowed back down to her own feet.&nbsp; <br><br>She lifted her hand to the crescent-shaped wounds in her jaw, touching the bruised flesh delicately to assess the damage done to her stolen form, and gave Mokujen a dirty look. “When I find my betters, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” she snapped sullenly. Her eyes flicked to the thing in white again, unsure but suspecting what was going on.&nbsp; <br>
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