{EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative
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				Title: <strong>{EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 20:42:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font">ACT I.&nbsp; SCENE I.&nbsp; SOUTHWARK TAVERN.</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f258/siegfried1922/133861992_60d4dc5cd8.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Dreary.<br><br>Southwark is dreary through to its rain-washed soul.<br><br>Rind of the Moor Lands.&nbsp; Cradle of Summer Plagues.&nbsp; <br><br>Path's End.&nbsp; Peat Quarry.&nbsp; Sore on the Tip of Good Lands.<br><br>Southwark is said to be many things, none of them useful.&nbsp; None appealing.&nbsp; It carries the wet, sad, weight of the rain in the very mention of its name.&nbsp; <br><br>They say that Southwark is ugly, and on its muddy slouch the evidence is carved:&nbsp; Shanty buildings with string to shut their doors; the gape of empty farms, their silos filled with harvests bulging and alien with mold and rot; the windows and roofs slouching, blind under the rain; slouching as if ashamed as their colors are all washed away, and lines are rinsed into their surface, and the rot pokes through in little gray blisters.<br><br>They say that Southwark is broken; and only to look around it is to see it cringe and crumble, and see that is true:&nbsp; The men look as though they have had their shoulders and faces pushed in from birth; the women drag their eyes along the ground and numbly expect to be hit; the children are too wise with hunger; and all the voices, the work, the stares and the skin of Southwark's people are washed threadbare.<br><br>They say that Southwark is soulless:&nbsp; The same fields that grow moldy, lean harvests each year are swollen with rotting growth.&nbsp; The same signs hang over stores that closed years before.&nbsp; The same last names work the stinking peat fields as they have for generations, and it is though the same faces - made wrinkled and white by the constant pull of the rain's cool hand, eyes washed out like kettles - hover, anxious, static, in the Southwark Tavern, drinking the same piss-bitter beer, telling no stories, before walking in the same muddy tracks home again, to ignore their children's cries the same, to beat their wives the same, to dream the same gray dreams of Southwark.<br><br>And you are here, in this nightmare of rain without beginning or ending or edge.&nbsp; And the cities of the burnished West, the hoary North, the South glistening and fecund under her mantles of steam, the spiced vastness of the East - those cities do not dream of places like Southwark.&nbsp; They have dreams of vistas aching and bright to be pierced by polished sailing ships, of spires touching Heaven's cheek, of paint and gold and swords.&nbsp; <br><br>Here, Southwark has only the rain, and you have Southwark Tavern:<br><br>Slouching.&nbsp; Whispering.&nbsp; Hungry.&nbsp; Bitter.&nbsp; Staring.&nbsp; No longer waiting, but just staying.&nbsp; Hurting without origin or end of hurt.&nbsp; <br><br>Amber lit.&nbsp; Stinking.&nbsp; Haggard.&nbsp; Wet.&nbsp; <br><br>But you also have something they need:<br><br>Hope.<br><br>You heard that three young women were taken from their houses by some massive, hulking humanoid thing.&nbsp; You heard of it because it was the only story worth telling that had come out of Southwark in memory.&nbsp; And you suspect you can find these things, as their tracks are not yet washed away, and they lead across the bog into the hills.<br><br>The Foreman of Southwark has said that anyone brave enough to follow those tracks and go into those hills and bring back the head of one of those things, will be 3,000 gold richer.<br><br>And so you have a job.<br><br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 21:17:03</strong>
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				Miaren huddled in the tavern, nursing a mug of local brew that she had set near the fire - not to improve the flavorless brew, but merely to get it warm.&nbsp; No one had been able to give a clear description of the giant abductors, but all had given her the impression that it was 'summat wha' needs killin'.'&nbsp; She knew that her bow and knife would be sneered at by anything larger than a buck-deer, but that was why she was waiting here for the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>To hopefully rescue the girls, one needed to get into the bogs - and back out.&nbsp; That was where she came in.&nbsp; She was familiar with tracking the trackless, and exploring the unexplored.&nbsp; What some saw as a waste, she saw as unspoiled - vibrant with its own life.<br><br>Well, except for the bogs.&nbsp; The bogs reeked of decay, of thousands of years of rotting plant matter, good for little more than burning, and that only in the absence of wholesome dead-fall.&nbsp; Still, she knew how to live off the land, and with a good sword-arm or two to help dispose of the giants, she felt confident that she could return with the girls - if any still lived - or at the very least, some assurance for the villagers that the peril had been neutralized.
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 22:28:37</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Embittered cold asked a rhetorical question, Draque could only shrug, freezing.&nbsp; Though he bore a magical vestment and his explorer's outfit was in top shape, the biting frost that chilled the bones when a soul is drenched penetrated the layers of leather, cloth, armor and flesh anyway.&nbsp; The cold and the smelly burning pete made Draque desire, for once, to have a home, a wife and a family, where he wouldn't have to suffer such nonsense.&nbsp; But Draque was not a family man.&nbsp; Aye, he had a good soul, or as good a soul a man can have if his entire life is blackened by commiserated evil, but a family man he was not.&nbsp; No, no other profession on the planet could please him more than that of an adventurer; this profession alone possessed the thrills, the challenge and the rewards that could motivate this unique elf.<br><br>A few words on his appearance:&nbsp; Draque was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a low brow.&nbsp; His black hair, flat against his scalp due to the rain, was oft unruly, but lately, he's been tying it or braiding it in the company of his ranger colleague.&nbsp; He possessed deep cerulean eyes with a speck of green that orbited his dark brown pupils.&nbsp; His flesh was slightly bronzed, which dispossessed him at times of his elven nature.&nbsp; He seemed to lack the etherealness of the elven culture, but not their presence of mind;&nbsp; nevertheless, he admitted that he was not the best representative of the elven aesthetic, despite being the pinnacle of the race's natural abilities.&nbsp; No, Draque did not make for a good elf, either.<br><br>He chewed the fat with Miaren, who presumably understood his concern for the three women when he said: &nbsp;"I don't care about the women; I just hate giants."&nbsp; Though he never fought a giant, and did not have the knowledge that the gnomes possessed in thwarting them, he decided on the day that he heard of the ladies' plight that he absolutely detested them.&nbsp; Of course, Miaren and anyone with half-a-mind could see that Draque <em>cared</em> about the welfare of others, and was eager to get their trip underway.<br><br>&nbsp;"What makes people want to live in a ruddy place like this, Miaren?&nbsp; These people look like they're dead and they don't know it." Draque was not drinking anything; he was always broke.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 23:56:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">The interior of the Southwark Tavern is more charming than some rotted out trees.&nbsp; Some.&nbsp; <br><br>The angles don't really fit together.&nbsp; The roof is never at the same level at any one of the five corners of the tavern.&nbsp; The same might be said about the floor.&nbsp; Decor consists of little more than a few furs nailed to the walls, an animal drawn by some apparently fingerless artist or a full-frontal portraiture with asymmetrical features.&nbsp; No landscapes.&nbsp; They don't do landscapes in Southwark.<br><br>The clientele leave much to be desired as well.&nbsp; The waitress with a black eye and a cleft palate spends most of her time smelling her fingers by the bar and deliberately ignoring the customers.&nbsp; A row of peat farmers crammed at the only long table wedged into this ungainly, cramped space is a silent buffet of hunched, sipping stink.&nbsp; An older man sits asleep in the corner on the other side of the fire from Miaren and Drague, snoring and soaking in a seat of his own urine.&nbsp; Another man lies with his face on the bar and his eyes open, breathing hard.<br><br>It seems like someone should be crying, but no one is.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead, there is rain.&nbsp; The heavens throw down nosily buckets of grief, until the land bubbles up with mud and splashes as if sobbing in pain.&nbsp; Rain rages down, and all Southwark Tavern can do is literally tie the door closed, keep the wet wood in the fireplace burning and ball up.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 00:21:31</strong>
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				"No place else to go," she shrugged.&nbsp; "Fathers lived here, grandfathers lived here... if you can call any of it 'living'.&nbsp; She tossed back the last of the brew, wishing that the color had been a little - different - and clacked the mug down on the table.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, the way I see it, we should be able to outmaneuver anything as big as what they say took those girls.&nbsp; Take it like wolves - strike and run - whittle it down.&nbsp; Be nice to have another distraction for it, but frankly, I'm thinking of finding a place to camp before too long."<br><br>She glanced over at the serving wench, very glad she <em>hadn't</em> planned on a meal cooked indoors for a change.&nbsp; "If we're lucky, we'll get a break in the weather, and the marsh-rats will come out.&nbsp; Gotta be better than whatever's on the menu here," she added in a low voice.
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 01:02:26</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Draque shook his head as he listened to his colleague.<br><br>&nbsp;"If it's as big as they say, we can't just whittle it down by striking and running.&nbsp; In all probability, it'll be able to outrun us.&nbsp; Besides that, it can probably hit us way before we manage to hit it.&nbsp; Run in, get hit, run out, get hit."&nbsp; He reclined back against his chair, snarling slightly at the sight of these aberrations.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We need weapons with reach and we'll need long-range cover, too."<br><br>Then he stood up, drawing out a map from his map case.&nbsp; Then, moving a few items on the table around, he laid the map out.<br><br>&nbsp;"All right, here's Southwark," &nbsp;he said, pointing at the city.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Abduction occurred here." He then pointed to where the women were taken.&nbsp; &nbsp;"How long do you figure we will be out looking for them?&nbsp; And how large are the giant's footprints?&nbsp; And... do you think I can stay in your tent tonight?"&nbsp; Draque smiled a sort of embarrassed smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I lost my tent again."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 01:21:27</strong>
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				Miaren fingered her bowstave, currently propped up against the wall near them.&nbsp; The strings were coiled in a pocket on her quiver, properly oiled against the damp.&nbsp; "I was planning on hitting it from a distance," she replied.&nbsp; "And with two of us, attacking from different angles -" she illustrated with a hard lump of what might have been bread, and a couple of bits of dried grass.&nbsp; "When it's coming after me, you'd have a clear shot, and the other way around."<br><br>At the rest of his questions, she blew out a sigh.&nbsp; "It's big enough to carry off three women.&nbsp; I'm guessing about the size of Lady Sunshine," she said, jerking her head in the direction of the apathetic waitress.&nbsp; "We're definitely looking at bigger than an ogre, but it didn't sound as though it was as big as hill giant - maybe a young one..." she mused.<br><br>"How in Shades do you lose a <em>tent</em>, Draque?"
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 01:36:39</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the tent.&nbsp; He felt a bit embarrassed and looked around, attempting to find an excuse so that he might be excused from telling Miaren exactly how he lost that blasted tent.&nbsp; Sighing, Draque neared Miaren and spoke in a rushed, hushed manner:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Don't tell anyone, Miaren.&nbsp; This is so embarrassing.&nbsp; But I invited a human woman into my tent." &nbsp; He nodded slowly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But not just any human woman.&nbsp; Even I admit that some human women are quite comely.&nbsp; But this woman was not attractive, and what's worse, she smelled.&nbsp; To smell is a rather relative infinitive, but you could smell her a kilometer away in the rain, with a cold, next to a roasting fire.&nbsp; But I was desperate for some... companionship... and, well.&nbsp; The stench did not leave my tent with this wench.&nbsp; I soaked the damned thing into a spring for three days, but the smell was still there!&nbsp; I'm an elf, clearly," he said, splashing his hand across his long locks to show his pointy ears, &nbsp;"so... I had to lose the tent."<br><br>He leaned back against his chair, fully knowing that he would never hear the end of it.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 02:02:42</strong>
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				Miaren had to struggle not to laugh.&nbsp; True, she'd be ribbing the elf for days afterward - at least, when they weren't dealing with some malformed ogre... or whatever it was.&nbsp; But here, among the barely tolerable inhabitants of Southwark, she wasn't about to alienate him completely.<br><br>"It's not a very <em>big</em> tent, you understand," she said.&nbsp; "If we're able to find a suitable site for it, we could possibly stretch the space by making a lean-to, but we'd have to start looking to find something like that while it's still-" she glanced out at the pissing rain.&nbsp; "-more dim than dark.&nbsp; We're looking at a full day's tracking to reach the hills, and that bog'll be dragging at our heels the entire time."
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 02:26:36</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>"I just want to stay out of the rain," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I won't be an imposition, honest."<br><br>He bit his lip as he said that, wrinkling his nose.<br><br>&nbsp;"I've never said 'honest' and meant it," he said, placing a palm on his forehead. "I must be coming down with something."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 02:53:09</strong>
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				Miaren relented.&nbsp; "As long as you know what you're getting into," she said.&nbsp; "And I'm hoping you thought to replace your blankets, even if you couldn't manage a new tent."<br><br>It wasn't that she felt uncomfortable sharing a tent with Draque, or any other male, human or elf.&nbsp; She knew Draque about as well as he let anyone know him - and she knew he'd probably steal the blankets from her if they started out sharing.
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 03:22:27</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>The elf became sullen.<br><br>&nbsp;"I lost my blanket, too," he said, grumbling.&nbsp; He ran down his list of items and realized that he did not possess anything, aside from his clothes and his magic cloak, that could ward off the cold.&nbsp; He draped his arm over the back of the chair, glanced around in a rather roguish manner and leaned forward.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I am beginning to think that I need to... acquire a blanket or two." &nbsp; Eyebrows furrowed, wiggled and, with a complacent smirk, leaned back.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm getting the chills just thinking about going out there!" he said, rubbing his chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If I could tell a lie without showing it, I'd tell that foreman that we needed a care package for the three women.&nbsp; Imagine!&nbsp; They probably have not eaten a square meal, they are probably freezing, too."&nbsp; He tapped his chin, thinking hard, unawares that he had already stated the solution to his problems.&nbsp; Sometimes Draque was too smart for his own good.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 04:58:53</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Miaren fer'Bran</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Human Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 22; Condition: Normal;</tt><hr><br>Miaren rolled her eyes.&nbsp; "For someone who always seems to have the die's favor..." she grumbled.&nbsp; "But you're right in one respect - neither of us tends to carry more than what we need for ourselves.&nbsp; We're going to have three, fairly helpless, and probably hysterical women to bring back with us."&nbsp; <em>Light willing,</em> she added silently.&nbsp; "I'll go see if our employers have at least a couple of warm cloaks we can carry with us."<br><br>With that, she pushed away from the table and walked purposefully towards the innkeeper.&nbsp; "Who do I talk to about supplies?" she asked.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 05:05:15</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Draque glanced up at the departing Miaren and gestured her away as he sat there, pondering over his dilemma.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 05:30:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg959483#msg959483">Quote from: Oniya on 25-11-2008, 04:58:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With that, she pushed away from the table and walked purposefully towards the innkeeper.&nbsp; "Who do I talk to about supplies?" she asked.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">The barmaid manages a torpid look and a mushed sequence of sounds that might pass as words.&nbsp; "Sundries are closed until Moon Day.&nbsp; I could try and rustle you up something, though."<br><br>She then does a convincing job of seeming catatonic, which may pass for listening in Southwark Tavern.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 05:46:22</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Fern slipped into the inn yanking the door shut behind her in annoyance. &nbsp;Her hazel eyes scanning the room quickly, a quick brush of her hand drawing her auburn shaggy main out of her face. &nbsp;A quick mischievous grin at the inn keep sends her fairly dancing into the common area as she looks about for other faces she might know. &nbsp;A light skip later finds her plopping down with an exaggerated grin in the seat nearest Draque.<br><br>Terminally cute, as Fern has been described, got her into and out of more trouble than leaves on a tree. &nbsp;A naturally sweet disposition and golden heart kept her from any serious brushes with the law. &nbsp;Though more than a few constable types knew of her extra curricular method of finding currency, they also knew most of it went to buy bread for the street kids, the children in worse shape than she. &nbsp;They tended to look the other way as long as she kept her pilfering to a minimum and didn't piss off the wrong person. &nbsp;Her talent for finding things, getting into and out of things brought her to the attention of the others. &nbsp;<br><br>"So.. &nbsp;We gettin paid for this gig or we gettin ta keep the things whut we find? &nbsp;I got expenses ya know? &nbsp;a girl's gotta eat."<br><br>Pushing her hair back out of her face in a habitual gesture exposes the tops of very slightly pointed ears, her small but curved build holds clues to her heritage, that it not being from one single race.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 05:58:51</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>He stood up civilly when Fern kerplunked into her seat, and then sat down, irritated.<br><br>&nbsp;"Three-thousand gold pieces in all.&nbsp; That's one-thousand per piece.&nbsp; Meaning we'll be earning about 50 gold pieces per hour."&nbsp; Draque glanced at the measly-looking humans around him, shaking his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Miserable sods can live with 100, and I blow 10,000 like it's my job.&nbsp; Tell me, Fern; do you know how a soul can be amazingly simple?"&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"These people are so amazingly miserable that I even find it hard to be condescending to them."&nbsp; He searched his cloak pockets for a smoke, an impossible search since he no longer had smokes.<br><br>&nbsp;"Aw, blast it," he said cooly.&nbsp; Then, he rummaged through his backpack quickly, grabbing the end of his rope. &nbsp;"... The one time I purchase silk!" he said, feigning anger and dropping the rope and bag altogether.&nbsp; He crossed his legs and brought a fist to his chin.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fern, you wouldn't happen to have a pipe on you, would you?"</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 06:12:03</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Fern's infectious giggle rises from her unbidden at his question.&nbsp; <br><br>"A pipe?&nbsp; Ya gotta be joken with me.. ya aint be thinkin I ..nah.&nbsp; I don't be doin that.. that shit stinks.&nbsp; There's nuff stuff round that stinks without me addin to it.&nbsp; Sides, not real girly like is it?" <br><br>Giving him a playful nudge with her elbow she settles back, stretching out her legs before her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ok, so thousan each..That's a start.&nbsp; I guess they don't be objectin though if'n we was to find stuff long the way? Right?&nbsp; So when we leavin?&nbsp; I'm gettin itchy just sittin here like."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 06:24:18</strong>
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				"We're going to need blankets for the girls when we bring them back.&nbsp; Extra food wouldn't hurt either - something that'll keep for a few days.&nbsp; No telling what conditions they've been kept in, or exactly how far that thing took them," Miaren said, glancing over to where Fern had just joined them.&nbsp; She raised a hand in greeting before turning back to the barmaid.&nbsp; "The sooner we can get supplies, the better chance we have of getting your missing ones home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 06:29:45</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Draque's expression changed considerably when Fern laughed at him. &nbsp;His eyes narrowed and his hands turned into two large fists. &nbsp;Then, when she laughed at him, he brought his hand to his eyes, covered them, and with the other hand, he gestured for Fern to stop. &nbsp; "All right! &nbsp;Forget I asked..."<br><br>Relaxing after a moment, he continued:<br><br>&nbsp;"We're leaving soon, I expect. &nbsp;I can hardly stand it here and I know that Miaren shares my sentiments. &nbsp;These people are like walking sacks of flesh." &nbsp;His tone of voice turned from being disdainful to inquisitive suddenly. &nbsp;"What are you carrying nowadays, Fern?" he asked regarding her weapons. &nbsp; "Miaren and I were discussing tactics, but I've become unfamiliar with what you employed." &nbsp;<br><br>He reached over and grabbed Miaren's mug and took a sip.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 06:35:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">The barmaid almost gets misty at Miaren's oath.<br><br>Almost.<br><br>Then she shuffles her lugubrious bones into the back room. &nbsp;Rummaging commences at a predictably torpid pace. &nbsp;For awhile, there's just the sound of the sky vomiting endless volumes of its greasy rain, interspersed with clunking noises from the room the maid vanished into.<br><br>Then she comes back with a pile of moth-eaten blankets that smell profoundly of dishwater. &nbsp;They are mercifully dry however, with the exception of the greasy sackcloth package wrapped in twine on them. &nbsp;So far as Miaren can tell from the faint aroma, the package contains pork in some state of disrepair.<br><br>"Here you go, and bless your heart to Baal and back for being so kind as to help." &nbsp;The barmaid croaks. &nbsp;She wipes her noise, then looks reproachfully at her fingers before continuing. &nbsp;"The blankets aren't much - just what some farmers have donated over the years for them what visit here and can't make it home. &nbsp;I hope they see you home alright, though; all of you. &nbsp;It's been ages since I can think of a person doing something good here in Southwark. &nbsp;We all built a well together some seasons back, best I can recall. &nbsp;It's covered over now. &nbsp;But I got a feeling the good you do will be more permanent."<br><br>She coughs into her hand. &nbsp;"You just make it back safe."<br><br>Then the pile of supplies is slid forward by hands shivering with earnest gratitude.<br><br><strong>Meanwhile, </strong>Draque experiences a less gracious gift from the bar, as he samples Miaren's mug.&nbsp; His refined senses dissect the awful broth into its components:&nbsp; An anatomy of foul things left to ferment - skunkweed, bad barley and pepper.&nbsp; The resultant concoction is clearly designed to offend the body into believing it is being intoxicated, while actually providing none of the happier qualities of alcoholic beverages.&nbsp; It succeeds in offending, at least.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 07:34:06</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>"Hey, take it easy there.&nbsp; Ain't meanin ta offend ya.&nbsp; Just kinda took me by surprise there.&nbsp; Look, I tell ya what,&nbsp; if'n I get me hands on a pipe I bring it back to ya right and proper.&nbsp; Fair nuff?"&nbsp; She gives Draque a smile, half grin and half sincere apology in smile form.<br><br>"I got my daggers and my staff.&nbsp; I been meaning to get my hands on a proper bow but so far ain't had the chance.&nbsp; Sure would like to.&nbsp; And ya'all?&nbsp; whatcha got in the way of gear?"<br><br>Taking a quick glance over towards where Miaren disappeared, she scratches the back of her neck in an absent minded gesture.&nbsp; <br><br>"when do we get the hell outta here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 15:13:42</strong>
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				Miaren pushed three gold pieces across the bar, making a mental note to collect at least one in return from Draque.&nbsp; She had her own blankets, of course, so he could do with these what he wished.&nbsp; As for the meat - she was starting to look forward to marsh-rat.&nbsp; She took it, though, not wanting to seem ungrateful.&nbsp; Charring it black might be the best thing to happen to it, however.<br><br>She took the package back to the table and plopped it in front of Draque.&nbsp; "Blankets, and something resembling meat," she announced.&nbsp; "Did you fill her in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:09:53</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Draque eyed Fern suspiciously, nodded and, without further ado, accepted her apology.&nbsp; Then, uncrossing his lithe legs, he spread his knees in an effort to get comfortable on the stump of a seat.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Hh," &nbsp;he said with mild irritation when Fern disclosed not being in the possession of a bow.&nbsp; It wasn't that Fern didn't possess a bow that annoyed him, but that he might have to let her borrow his.&nbsp; Draque glanced at his weapons leaning against the wall, next to Miaren's.&nbsp; There was a composite longbow and a longspear.&nbsp; A set of kukris, curved boomerang-like daggers, dangled off the back of his chair.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm a kukri specialist," he said off-handedly. &nbsp;"But I carry a bow and a longspear with me.&nbsp; You never know when a longspear will be handy."&nbsp; He seldom used it like a longspear.&nbsp; More often than not, he used it as a pole vault or as a balance beam.<br><br>When Miaren returned with the sundries, Draque became ecstatic.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Blankets!" he exclaimed, and then lifted one of them, inspecting it.&nbsp; It felt like metallic wool.&nbsp; He slowly set it down and looked at Miaren curiously.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... Or at least, a facsimile thereof."&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Filled her in, I suppose.&nbsp; I was under the impression that you filled her in already, though."&nbsp; He stood up and bundled up the blankets into his backpack (which was largely empty).&nbsp; Then, rigging it up, he stood up and grabbed his kukri belt and slung it underneath his armpits, so that the handles of those devilish blades dangled at his kidneys.&nbsp; Then, he took up his quiver and slung it over his shoulder.&nbsp; Then, he slipped his backpack on.&nbsp; He slid his quiver and longspear into two slots made specifically for them in the quiver.&nbsp; The elven dexterity within him permitted him to function regularly with the spear on his back; when he moved, he was very well aware of its presence and adjusted his body always to clear obstacles.&nbsp; It was an extension of himself.<br><br>&nbsp;"All right, ladies; shall we get going?" he asked, tightening his belt and draping the hood of his enchanted cloak over his brow.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:33:16</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Slinging her satchel over her shoulder, Fern takes up her abandoned staff as walking stick.&nbsp; Looking at her two companions an unusual look overcomes her countenance.&nbsp; A look of serious concentration, her usual mischievous grin entirely absent for those few seconds, aging her.&nbsp; <br><br>"All right folks, lets get a move on while light's still good.&nbsp; Ain't no good us sittin here bitchin."<br><br>As she turns to the door her grin reappears flashing at the innkeeper, tossing a wink to one of the older patrons.<br><br>"Ya'all keep a light on.&nbsp; We be back shortly."&nbsp; bravado returned as she makes her exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:39:57</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold);</tt><hr><br>Draque looked over Fern as she lived and breathed, and could not help but be possessed with immensely disturbing ideas.&nbsp; He <em>liked</em> Fern in the sense that she was useful and aesthetically pleasing, but he loathed being in her company.&nbsp; It was a good thing that he was sharing a tent with Miaren!&nbsp; Fern might talk his ear off.<br><br>He stepped outside, took one look at the falling rain and then immediately returned into the tavern.<br><br>&nbsp;"You know, I'm very certain that somewhere in the Adventurer's Manual, it says that adventuring in the rain is a bad idea."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:56:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>ACT I. SCENE II. THE GOUGE.</strong></span></span></div><br><br><div align="center">(http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f258/siegfried1922/chasm.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">Rain.<br><br>It soaks everything away:&nbsp; Comfort.&nbsp; Vitality.&nbsp; Direction.&nbsp; <br><br>And the bog squeezes in.&nbsp; Over hours of tracking through it, having the rain beat down and the bog bubble up, the bog is in everything.<br><br>Even on one flank of the chasm in the hills, overlooking the <strong>narrow cave</strong> that is the destination of the tracks, the bog remains in you.<br><br>The bog is a haunting thing that makes its house in every chamber of a person. &nbsp;Its reek moans in the nose, throat and lungs. &nbsp;Its mire rattles its chains around clothes and limbs stained through with muck. &nbsp;The weird, flatulent temperature of it stalks through the skeleton.<br><br>It lingers, staining the awareness with memory of slogging through it; turning the hour upon hour of what felt like walking through the intestines of a bad, gray oil painting - walking through the puke of the world - into an eternity.<br><br>Even half an hour into the jagged chasms, and the bog is still squatting, ectoplasmic, on every sense.<br><br>The terrain is different here, though. &nbsp;That much is a mercy. &nbsp;The trail became more definite when the abductor's massive bulk left the bog and ventured into chopped rock of the hills. &nbsp;It was only the eerie precision and sullen determination of Drague's tracking that allowed you to hold to the trail through such calamitous terrain. &nbsp;<br><br>And it led here - around to a slope opposite the cave where the tracks lead, so as to view it from safe distance before entering.<br><br>The cave, seen through gauzy floes of mist, still seems menacing. &nbsp;A sore in the limestone cheek of the cliff, it is a narrow pocket of about twelve feet in height and six feet in width. &nbsp;Its dimensions clench inwards as it enters the darkness in the stone. &nbsp;A tripwire trap made of dried gut, perceptible only to Draque, is tucked like an exposed nerve in its socket. <br><br>It does have this much going for it: &nbsp;It is not the bog.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 17:15:13</strong>
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				As they left the building, Miaren cocked an eyebrow at the other woman's assessment.&nbsp; "It won't be any time tonight - unless you know a way to keep torches lit in this weather."&nbsp; She knew that the others had better night-vision than she did, but walking through bogs in the dark still wasn't the safest way of tracking something - even something that left footprints that would be knee-deep on a child.<br><br>Still, she felt better with Fern along.&nbsp; More people meant a better chance of scoring a hit on the thing, whether by skill or by chance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 18:10:39</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold/Drenched);</tt><hr><br>Draque's back was sore.&nbsp; His thighs were sore.&nbsp; He couldn't feel his fingertips.&nbsp; His lips were chapped.&nbsp; Oily rain smeared his eyes.&nbsp; But they did it.&nbsp; They found the giant's den!&nbsp; Climbing/crawling up the steep crevice-wall, he huffed a cloud of hot air with relief.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... Finally," &nbsp;he said, his countenance contorted in a grimace, &nbsp;"But I knew traveling in the rain was a bad idea." <br><br>Though the elf despised braving the cold rain, once out, he was determined to find the giant.&nbsp; It had been by sheer luck that he had discovered the giant's trail over the jagged rocks.&nbsp; A tuft of cloth here, a rivulet of blood on a stone, all created a zig-zag path, invisible to all but the trained, that the elven adventurer haphazardly followed.&nbsp; A great swell of fear belied his calm exterior when he neared the mouth of the giant's cavern.<br><br>Quietly approaching the cave door, he crouched low and out of sight.&nbsp; Fidgeting with his pouch, he retrieved his thieves' tools and, looking over his shoulder, whispered:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Trap."&nbsp; He looked overhead to see exactly what the device was for, then set about disabling it.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 18:23:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg960258#msg960258">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 25-11-2008, 18:10:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Quietly approaching the cave door, he crouched low and out of sight.&nbsp; Fidgeting with his pouch, he retrieved his thieves' tools and, looking over his shoulder, whispered:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Trap."&nbsp; He looked overhead to see exactly what the device was for, then set about disabling it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">Ran pelts down through the canopy of mist as Draque works.&nbsp; It makes delicate going even worse.&nbsp; Raindrops like the heads of nails against his wrist as he brackets the wire in place.&nbsp; Raindrops flicking his fingers as he fastens the counterbalance to the quivering gutline.&nbsp; Rain a greasy sheet over the skin of his face and rain sliding its fingernails into his eyes and mouth.&nbsp; Rain pounding on his back, a bully playing at shoving him off of the steep slope - rain pounding everywhere.<br><br>Over its droning roar, he hears a sound from inside the cave's choked throat:&nbsp; A panting sound, light and feminine.<br><br>The gutline is unstable with rain as Draque prepares to snip it.&nbsp; It dips as drops course down it, swell fat and fall.&nbsp; A final glance back to the counterbalance and the bracket, and Draque slices the corded line.<br><br>Rain roars on.<br><br>The trap is quieted.<br><br>A short cry rises and dies from the flood of panting within the cave.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 19:43:09</strong>
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				Miaren was tense as she watched Draque work.&nbsp; This was why she liked having him along - all of her woodslore was damn near useless when it came to man- or ogre-laid traps.&nbsp; She breathed a sigh of relief as the trap quivered into uselessness, and made careful note of how the gutline was routed.&nbsp; If they were making a hasty retreat, they could possibly use it to their advantage.<br><br>She knew this didn't make the cave any less dangerous.&nbsp; The ogre was still in there somewhere, and the sounds - as faint as they were to her human ears - left every nerve tingling, as if a lightning bolt was brewing nearby.<br><br>"Why couldn't we have gotten one of the dumb ones?" she said under her breath, knowing that her compatriots would hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 00:46:41</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Cocking her head to one side, Fern crouches behind Draque listening,&nbsp; just listening, as he works to remove the trap, giving a nod of approval at his success and his caution.&nbsp; Her line of cheerful chatter long gone as they slogged through the muck.&nbsp; The closer they got to their destination the further removed from her childlike countenance she became.&nbsp; <br><br>Blowing on her fingers to warm chilled tips brought little relief but it wouldn't do to lose sensitivity just when it was needed most.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fern peers through the gloom trying to pierce the miasma, vainly trying to see beyond her ability to what lie ahead, her habitual grin gone with the last of her dry clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>Miaren's comment brought a bit of the usual quirk look to her face.&nbsp; "We ain't got that kind luck." she whispers ruefully.&nbsp; "figure on it bein as bad as it can get then ya don't get surprised.. cept pleasantly."<br><br>The cry from within brings a grimace, a flash of anger to Fern's eyes, her whispered voice hot.&nbsp; "Shit.&nbsp; We best hurry or we ain't gonna have nothing left ta save".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:07:35</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold/Drenched);</tt><hr><br>The elf glanced over his shoulder at Fern and Miaren, stood up slowly and withdrew his two kukris from their sheathes on his back.&nbsp; Twirling them once, and only once!, his face became a composite of excitement and anger.&nbsp; He truly looked forward to fighting this thing, because the inclination of stabbing it repeatedly overcame any sensation of fear and cowardice.&nbsp; Yes, that chip on his shoulder was bellowing at Darque's ego, superego and id, telling them all that he had to show <em>them</em> up.&nbsp; Bastard elves.&nbsp; Would any of those tree-licking, leave-saving cowards square off against a giant?&nbsp; Logically, of course.&nbsp; In a remote region in Darque's selfish mind, never!<br><br>&nbsp;"I'll go first," he muttered as he stepped into the cave, tossing back his hood.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But somebody please get a torch or a lamp out.&nbsp; I can't see in the dark.&nbsp; And... I don't have a lamp.&nbsp; Or a torch."&nbsp; He glowered at Miaren, then sort of smirked.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Before you ask, I don't know what happened to my lamp."&nbsp; Then he walked in.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:18:01</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Dusting her hands on the seat of her pants, Fern stands as Draque does, retrieving her staff as she does.&nbsp; The two daggers secreted away in sheaths hidden in her boots loosened and ready to go should the need arise.&nbsp; The daggers at her belt easier to retrieve but rarely used.&nbsp; <br><br>With a glance back at Mieren accompanied by a shrug and a rueful grin.&nbsp; "I don't have one either.&nbsp; Lets go kick some ass."<br><br>With careful steps born by years of night prowls, Fern follows Draque into the darkness.&nbsp; Heart pounding wildly to put lie to the false bravado of her words.&nbsp; Eyes and ears wide and alert to the dangers beyond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:44:57</strong>
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				There wasn't much for it.&nbsp; Miaren took one of the blankets she'd bought and cut off a strip from the driest part.&nbsp; Wrapping this around a stick, she lit it with her flint and steel.&nbsp; She considered smearing some of the pork fat onto it to make it last a little longer, but decided that the smell would be more trouble than it was worth.<br><br>"I thought elves could see in the dark," she commented, as the makeshift brand guttered and smoked, casting strangely animated shadows on the walls.
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:57:24</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold/Drenched);</tt><hr><br>He grinned at Miaren, but she probably wouldn't be able to see it.&nbsp; &nbsp;"No, elves cannot see in the dark, but only whence shadows make their approximations."&nbsp; That was a fancy way of saying that if shadows could be made, he could see.&nbsp; But otherwise, impossible.<br><br>&nbsp;"This is a mighty fine way to die," he added in a whisper.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Here you are, Draque, in the company of good looking women, looking to save some other women, from a giant.&nbsp; I never know when enough is enough.&nbsp; My life story, I suppose."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 02:31:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">A tight stalk through the narrow passage wends for about thirty feet of crushing darkness.&nbsp; Guttering light from the torch does little more than salt the air with a moist stink.&nbsp; The shadows still flock at every edge of vision; still thrash and make a game of distance and shape.<br><br>The passage emerges into a wider chamber - one that is clotted with an awful, animal reek.&nbsp; The air itself seems to spurt over with the stink: A stink of offal, in generous, bubbling quantities.&nbsp; <br><br>Its source is a trench in the room's center, running its entire fifteen foot length, and filling three feet of its ten foot width.&nbsp; In it, a blackish cluster of greasy coils winds together:&nbsp; The dung of whatever colossal beasts live here, piled into mountains that loom over lakes of piss.<br><br>Two passages lead from the chamber.&nbsp; One is a continuation of the cave's narrow crook, leading to deeper darkness.&nbsp; The other is where the feminine panting is coming from, and now a wet slapping noise can be heard.&nbsp; It is the rhythm of rutting, huge and hard.&nbsp; It comes from mere feet within the dim of that side passage.<br><br>On the wall, weird patches of stone show through.&nbsp; Unlike the igneous sluice of the hill's rock, this stone is planed smooth.&nbsp; It seems like it was buried by the hill's stone.&nbsp; Its stark, ancient planes are carved with faint hieroglyphs.<br><br>Depicted there are slender, frolicking forms:&nbsp; A ring of dancers under a blazing eye.&nbsp; A family of angelic figures reclining in a garden.&nbsp; Piles of coins being counted by grinning figures, their exquisite bodis dressed in nothing but silk bands.&nbsp; All of these symbols are surrounded by a hash of markings that look vaguely familiar - an ancient Elven, perhaps - but that fascinate the mind with their faded artistry, sweeping the concentration on a lilting voyage along their unknown sentences.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 03:40:46</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Cold/Drenched);</tt><hr><br>Failing to shelter his perceptions from the cacophony of falling rain outside, the elf could not distinguish the meaning of the sounds that caressed his inner ear.&nbsp; Rhythmic undulations on a sea peppered by torrential downpour created a frequency camouflaged and made unknown to him; but the elven adventurer knew that the eerie nature of the cave which altered his senses by subduing them, physically and psychologically, would not abet the terrestrial horrors from which these noises emanated.&nbsp; No, despite the dark and his desire to look away;&nbsp; no, despite his inability to hear and desire to not hear;&nbsp; no, despite the cold rattling like a cowbell in his nose and his unwillingness to smell; no, he would not be turned away!&nbsp; Quietly he crept in the direction of the sounds, blisters developing behind his second knuckles because he clung his kukris so tightly...<br><br>His jaw was clenched, for many reasons.&nbsp; First, he was afraid.&nbsp; No man lingers in a den of knowledge, beneath the glowing gaze of hieroglyphics, and is not afraid of the wisdom of his predecessors.&nbsp; But Draque could not distinguish the ancient words or make use of any of the iconology.&nbsp; The cipher would remain a riddle, a tempting riddle that might propagate once he reached the sanctum of an elven elder, but no sooner.&nbsp; The second reason why his jaw was clenched was because he did not wish to scream.&nbsp; He knew now that he dealt with something altogether unseemly.&nbsp; A giant and three women did not equate to the sum of the answer to this mystery.&nbsp; The third reason was a functional one:&nbsp; he knew he was going to get hurt and he didn't want to bite his tongue.&nbsp; After all, Draque would not be Draque if he was mute.<br><br>He crouched low and looked at the women, gesturing to the direction he was heading and, in his sneaky way, keeping low!<br><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 07:03:44</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Drawing a lip back over her teeth in an approximation of a feral snarl, the stench of the room overpowers, the gag reflex making itself very much known to Fern.&nbsp; Her stomach roiling, protesting the inclusion of this scent. <br><br>"Ugh.&nbsp; Ack."&nbsp; Not an intelligent response, but appropriate.<br><br>Picking her way carefully, toe strike, roll to heel, before lifting the trailing foot.. toe strike, roll to heel, lift; Fern makes her way across the chamber.&nbsp; Patience her friend, patience having saved her skin on multiple occasions, economy of movement her stock in trade.&nbsp; <br><br>With a grace born to her, Fern traverses the room, body kept low and quiet.&nbsp; The sounds echoing from the unseen occupants of the other room etching itself deep into her brain.&nbsp; A sigh of deep sadness creeping from her toes through her legs and along her spine to finally escape her lips at the likely cause.<br><br>Her eyes travel the gloom watching as Draque makes his way past, turning to get a glimpse of Miaren behind bearing the torch.&nbsp; Would that they had never been forced to make this trip.&nbsp; Would that the women had managed to escape or die on the soggy soil near their home.&nbsp; With a shake of her head clearing the frustrated cobwebs from their corners of sentimentality, her eyes turn bright and angry towards the maw of sound.&nbsp; <br><br>Whispering just loud enough to carry to her companions.."Fuck this.. somebody's gonna die.&nbsp; Lets make sure it ain't us." as they make their way within sight of what was within.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 07:49:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">The next chamber is a tight, lichen-smeared socket.<br><br>In its dim, vast suggestions of movement soil the thick air with sound.&nbsp; The light of the torch leans in, surreal with slowness.&nbsp; And out of the panting, slapping dark come glimpsed aspects of nightmare.<br><br>The dim peels back in places, but the torchlight is unsteady - it will not let detail survive long in the talons of the dark.&nbsp; What is seen, is seen in hallucinatory flashes, fragments wet and strange as fever dream:<br><br>A girl's limbs, arranged on a stone slab, on all fours, their slender beauty as pearly and fine as in a painting.&nbsp; The torchlight oozes over them, oozes back; they are gone, then return.<br><br>The girl's face, disfigured with a contortion of strain - red as a lamp under tossing brown hair - gaping mouth, panting; squeezed eyes, weeping.&nbsp; Gone, returned.<br><br>The girl's breasts, swaying like bags of cream.&nbsp; The girl's nipples, livid and hard.&nbsp; The girl's back, bowed low, haunches high, with pools of moisture on it.&nbsp; Pools, shining like grease.&nbsp; And a furry arm, thick as a tree trunk, long as a bear's body, supporting her haunches.<br><br>Gone with the torchlight passing; returned, shocking and stark, a moment later.<br><br>The flank of the thing:&nbsp; Towering, absurdly tall - like a pile of stone slabs, stacked in the shape of a man.&nbsp; Shaggy fur serpentines down from its mane-mantled neck; fur thick as a yak, strands bloated and matted with a crawling, tarry stink.<br><br>The head of the thing:&nbsp; Broad like a millstone is broad, flattened like some scabrous bat, with flared ears closer to wax paper than flesh, their translucence shot through with veins livid like burning magnesium - ears that twitch and shiver in passion above a mop of that gory hair.&nbsp; And eyes, closed tight above a mouth like a fanged drain, each dagger of a tooth pocked with green and running with slick that spatters the girl's back, feeding those shiny pools.<br><br>And the shiny sex of the thing:&nbsp; A long trunk, brilliant with slick and inner crimson crowding its skin.&nbsp; Wide as the girl's arm.&nbsp; Bloated like a leech about to pop.&nbsp; And ramming into the girl's body above a black watermelon of a scrotum.<br><br>These sights roll from the dim and recede as the torchlight shuffles them.&nbsp; In these petals of nightmare, the final fevered motions toward climax are seen.<br><br>Torchlight brushes aside the sandy dim.<br><br>In the instants it does, the beast arches.&nbsp; Its sex buries deep.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl, crying, spends.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 08:12:16</strong>
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				Miaren is shocked speechless by the sight of the thing - and what it was doing.&nbsp; She was no whimpering nun to be offended by coupling, and had seen animals rut in the forest, but this - monstrosity - shouldn't exist, much less try to breed!&nbsp; Her face goes white from the strain of holding her gorge down, first from the smell, and then from this hideous sight in front of her as the scent of musk is added to the already stomach-roiling aromas.<br><br>((OOC - due to the time, and the fact that I have to be awake in four hours:&nbsp; Miaren will try to wedge the torch somewhere.&nbsp; Once that is done, she will be shooting at the creature when she has a reasonably clear shot.&nbsp; If forced to engage, she will switch to her knife.))
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 11:04:03</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Bile rising in her throat is swallowed down with some difficulty as her throat constricts in tight bands of steel to keep from screaming in anger, in frustration, in just..&nbsp; disgust.&nbsp; Growing up a street kid, Fern is no stranger to the sounds of coupling, to catching the odd persons here and there pressed in the darkness, hands fondling, bodies straining together.&nbsp; Nothing, absolutely nothing prepared her for this.<br><br>A voice thick with the need to empty the remains of her meager lunch chokes out, "by the gods" as she flies into action.<br><br>(( OOC, Fern will go for her daggers, first attack will be to hamstring while he is preoccupied. once that is accomplished then daggers flying.&nbsp; She will try to go for the kidney shot from behind.&nbsp; Constantly circling to try to keep its back to her))<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 16:50:02</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Combat!);</tt><hr><br>Bile slid into the pool of Draque's tongue, but the elf was far too incensed to notice it.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You fiend!" he bellowed as he stormed the giant.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let my Kukri dispatch you to whence you came!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, a moment of awkward reflection.&nbsp; &nbsp;"...&nbsp; No pun intended.&nbsp; Rargh!"&nbsp; So Draque charged and crashed into the monster, swinging his kukri in a downward motion across the giant's shoulders.<br><br>"Fern, let's keep this guy flanked!" he shouted at the termination of his swing, win or lose.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><span class="bbc_u">OOC:</span><br>[Full Round Action] Draque charges monster with Kukri (ATK +11, AC 18, damage 1d4+3 w/ 18-20 crit (+1d6 if giant is flat-footed), does not include size differential bonuses)</tt></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 18:49:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">"By the gods," Fern hisses.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she is on him, quicker than her breath.&nbsp; Before the air has ceased to rustle with her choked words, her dagger has bitten.&nbsp; The shaggy colossus has only begun to pivot by the time Fern is a slender coil by his side.&nbsp; Her hand is lashing back, swift as a card trick, seeking other sinew to sever and organs to puncture.&nbsp; The side of the giant she struck holds firm. <br><br>&nbsp;"Let my Kukri dispatch you to whence you came!" &nbsp;Draque seethes.&nbsp; Miaren is tilting the torch against the wall as he pounces.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; No pun intended.&nbsp; Rargh!"&nbsp; <br><br>Draque's snarl is underscored by a horrid grinding, as the giant's hand lunges with bestial speed to snatch up a ghastly object - a weapon made of a gnarled bar of iron nearly the size of its arm, chains and long, ragged-edged shards of iron melted to it.&nbsp; It looks like a small tree, sprouting pitted, sharp branches.&nbsp; It begins to swing.<br><br>Draque is already at its side, already slashing.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Fern, let's keep this guy flanked!" <br><br>His kukri strike too fast to blur.&nbsp; They are only the flashes of impact - steel blue pops of light - and then the invisibility of maneuver, counter-maneuver, aim.&nbsp; The cave fills with a lilting whine as they play the air into a manic tune.<br><br>And now blood comes.&nbsp; It arrives, tardy and slow, in long ribbons, drizzling out of the rancid downpour of hair over the giant's hip.&nbsp; Almost black, the giant's blood seems like the ink on an anatomical drawing, marking hip joint, pelvis, femoral artery - Draque's lethal illustration.<br><br>The maw of the thing yawns wide, the great vacancy of its mouth stretching within the glittering, greenish rim of its teeth.&nbsp; Its eyes roll like burning wax as agony sears them.&nbsp; The weapon in its leathery paw, grabbed instants before, thunders against the stone of the cave as a paroxysm of pain shivers the giant's side.<br><br>It tosses its body.&nbsp; The tight air of the cave seems to gag and heave.&nbsp; With a loud slurp, the girl is tumbled from its swaying member.&nbsp; She crashes against the wall, her head connecting first with a pronounced crack.&nbsp; Then the sounds of her panting - and all else - are drown beneath the bellow of the monster.<br><br>The sounds imitate speaking - enough to be seeming to mock it.&nbsp; A lunatic sequence of stentorian grunts and wild whines pollutes the cave.&nbsp; <br><br>Miaren's bow raises, arrow notched.&nbsp; Already, her companions are swiveling and dancing at the lumbering sides of the beast.&nbsp; They stitch its flesh with an invisible flurry of motion, making its frantic, abrupt motions seem as sluggish as tallow by comparison.<br><br>Fern's arm is shaking.&nbsp; Hitting the Thing is like stabbing into a toppling oak tree.&nbsp; A sudden twist of its hip rids her of her dagger - it is rooted in the stony side of the thing.&nbsp; She weaves in, balances, aims, snatches out the dagger.&nbsp; A gout of black blood paints half of her face and the back of her hand - staining it in a pungent, iron reek and a heat that feels near to boiling.&nbsp; <br><br>Draque, on the opposite side, ducks under the whip-swift snap of an arm.&nbsp; His ears pop with the pressure change as the arm swing by; his hair and hackles feel a hot, stinking wind pass its teeth through them.&nbsp; He is about to strike - and strike, strike, strike - when the arm crashes down at him in an instant's fraction.&nbsp; It hits only empty space.<br><br>The giant ceases its cry with a petulant huff.&nbsp; It dips to grab the weapon up again.&nbsp; Miaren's arrow whispers from the snap of her bowstring.<br><br>The arrow smashes into the thing's hide, square in its shoulder's hillside.&nbsp; The giant does not even slow.&nbsp; It scrapes up the weapon again, pivoting toward Draque.&nbsp; And again it grunts and roars into the air in its bubbling tongue, but now the timbre of its sounding is unmistakable:&nbsp; It is calling out.<br><br>Fern, her dagger reclaimed, drives it toward the giant's perineum.&nbsp; A puncture opens there; blood squeezes out.&nbsp; But the giant is already descending, moving with the speed and chaotic ferocity of an avalanche, onto Draque.<br><br>It comes on like a toppling of titanic limbs, pushing a wave of stink and heat before it.&nbsp; Arms lash and duck, its guard precise, its strikes pure rage.&nbsp; With its mass, its thrashing, the seams in its assault that expose its body appear and close in wild, aborted instants.<br><br>An instant is all that Draque needs.&nbsp; <br><br>He aims.&nbsp; A blue steel pop appears on the throat of the thing.&nbsp; Draque recoils.<br><br>The beast's roar bubbles into silence.&nbsp; Blood fountains from its throat - fountains to arc five feet over the elf and spray on the wall in a muddy burst of dark liquid.&nbsp; The whole mass of the giant heaves, its lambent eyes rolling in their crusted lids, their blazing mania scraping the cramped dim of the chamber.&nbsp; It quivers, pivots.<br><br>Miaren's second arrow extinguishes one of its horrible eyes, punching the elastic bulge into a tight sphincter around the shaft.<br><br>The giant sighs, so loud that it whole cavern seems to sigh; it pivots more toward the exit.<br><br>It topples with a snap of the arrow in its skull, a snap of its rigid sex buckling against the ground.&nbsp; A lake of blood rushes out from below it.&nbsp; It lies still.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 19:20:58</strong>
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				Miaren had seen death before.&nbsp; She had seen blood before.&nbsp; She had been elbow-deep in the stuff and not felt the same sickness that this thing inspired in her.&nbsp; Numbly, she took stock of their little band - bloody, but none of it their own, chests heaving from the effort and the adrenaline.&nbsp; One arrow broken, but she could remake it later - once they had the other two girls and they were safe.<br><br>The girl!<br><br>She turned in the flickering light, forcing herself to look away from the misshapen carcass to seek out the unfortunate victim of the creature.&nbsp; Light willing, that thing's seed wouldn't bear fruit - and if it did, there were ways to spare the girl from having a reminder of it for the next three seasons.
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 20:51:00</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Fern's life had depended many times on quick reflexes and assessment of surroundings.&nbsp; These skills came into play now with eyes whirling as her body goes preternaturally still.&nbsp; Eyes searching for other potential targets, listening hard for any other sounds safe their own harried breathing.&nbsp; A quick glance to determine the condition of her companions assuaged her on that front.<br><br>"Shit!" Fern's scream echos through the chamber as she scrambles, frantically trying to rid herself of the rancid blood covering her skin, the feel of it etching a pattern in her mind, a swatch of cloth, the hem of her shirt, anything, anything at all to be rid of it.<br><br>Their battle with the beast over and done a new one began to rage within Fern.&nbsp; The battle internal, fighting hard to contain the roiling contents of her stomach.&nbsp; Clenching her jaw with eyes watering in the effort did little good as she stumbles blearily for the side wall of the cavern.&nbsp; The noxious smell emanating from the blood, offal and the beast's rut proved to be the sterner weapons in this battle.&nbsp; A blood covered hand seeks and finds support against the jagged stone work as battle lost, Fern adds to the reek, retching; her lunch, her breakfast, everything splattered to the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking with the lose of adrenaline and of losing her internal battle Fern slumps with her forehead against the wall.&nbsp; A soft whispered "damn" her only response.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 21:51:56</strong>
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				<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Coming to his senses);</tt><hr><br>The elven ranger crouched next to the shaggy giant, sliding his kukri blade across the beast's hair to clean the blood off of him.&nbsp; Then he spun the blade around and rammed the tip of the blade into it's throat, just to make sure that the thing was dead.&nbsp; Unsheathing the blade from the giant's mortality, he once again went about cleaning the blade.&nbsp; He stood up slowly and glanced at the three women.&nbsp; He licked his lips gratefully to the divine elven gods for making him look really good in front of them.<br><br>&nbsp;"We have to come up with a plan," he said in a hushed tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I feel like the guy who outsmarted the cyclops by telling him he was nobody, but I never got to the point of telling him that I was nobody.&nbsp; Our friend... a bugbear, not a giant, from the looks of him... has more friends in the cave."&nbsp; He sighed, sliding his blade into the scabbard.&nbsp; Draque spoke Goblin, so the words uttered by the creature were easily identifiable to him. &nbsp;"And... he asked them for help."&nbsp; He sat down on top of the dead bugbear, slapping the thing's bulging manhood with his knuckles.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Bugbear's don't have it too bad," he remarked offhandedly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Look at the size of this thing."<br><br>He bit his bottom lip, hating to be the bearer of bad news.<br><br>&nbsp;"Bugbears hunt in packs and they can see in the dark," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And..." he said slowly, looking at Fern, &nbsp;"the really big ones can't be flanked."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 22:20:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">The girl lies in an unconscious pile against the cave wall, but is breathing evenly.&nbsp; <br><br>With the buck bugbear's blood quietly filtering on the floor, it's almost calm for a moment.<br><br>Then high, feminine screams of protest reach from the dark distance of the deeper cavern to tatter the quiet with their urgency.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 06:46:09</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand Fern pulls a dried mint leaf from a small pouch at her side.&nbsp; Slipping it between her lips to steady her stomach and clean the taste of bile from her tongue, she sucks on it a moment before turning to face her companions.&nbsp; Pale but now composed she regards Draque with a sprinkling of her old bravado.&nbsp; <br><br>"So ya don't be thinkin we'll catch the next one with its pants down do ya?&nbsp; It ain't so tough if'n they're busy an all." She gives a bit of a snicker Draque's appreciation of the dead beast's assets.&nbsp; "Knock on wood?"&nbsp; <br><br>Scrubbing her face in her hands, Fern gives a quick glance around the fetid cave to reassure herself of its lack of living giant types. <br><br>"What do ya got in mind?&nbsp; Whatever it is..&nbsp; we best be hurryin.. I don't think that one back there's gonna be livin much longer if'n we don't.&nbsp; And that one.. " she gives a slight gesture to the girl who's misery has now past, "she's gonna be needin to be outta here too soon..&nbsp; maybe one of us should get her out before we go on?&nbsp; I sure as hell wouldn't wanta be wakin up in here."<br><br>Taking up a swatch of torn cloth from the detrius scattered about the cavern Fern finishes the removal of the ichor from her hands, tossing it to the side as she regroups with Draque and Miaren.
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 16:42:39</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25; Condition: Normal (Coming to his senses);</tt><hr><br>Draque smirked at Fern, then began to search the body of the fallen bugbear, turning him over to pat him down. &nbsp;"Fern, search for anything we might be able to use.&nbsp; And if you find a lamp, let me know.&nbsp; I don't think our torch will hold out for long."&nbsp; He genuinely thought that Miaren had come up with a great idea in using the blankets as a torch.&nbsp; Draque would not have thought of that (OOC: no survival ranks!).<br><br>Then, he got up and glanced down the cavern hall.<br><br>&nbsp;"This might be the safest place for the woman.&nbsp; Bugbear scouts could be coming into the cavern soon, but we know for certain that there are bugbears in the cave.&nbsp; We could always carry her down with us and try to keep her safe.&nbsp; Problem is, we'll probably be ambushed." &nbsp; Draque crouched down next to the woman, grasping her chin and turning it. &nbsp;"Hh.&nbsp; How do you continue to live after something like this?"&nbsp; He sighed, then got up and helped Fern search the room, or if she has not yet begun, does so himself.<br><br>&nbsp;"Plan is to keep close.&nbsp; If we walk in a straight line, we'll be easily flanked.&nbsp; If we walk in a triangle, no one will be able to flank us."&nbsp; Draque hated getting flanked.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If we can manage to wake the woman up, she might be able to give us a lay of the land to make sound tactical decisions."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:23:46</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>"Gotcha."&nbsp; A quick nod to Draque and Fern is off to pick her way carefully, but thoroughly through the debris strewn about the cavern.&nbsp; Careful placement of her feet as she tries to avoid stepping on any number of the noxious items strewn about gives her the appearance of performing in some sort of odd ritualized dance.<br><br>The sounds emanating from further back in the cavern system worrisome, bringing an incongruous frown to her countenance.<br><br>Making her way in her search, thoroughly but with some haste, from the rear of the cavern towards the entryway belching with the sounds of.... the gods only knew what, Fern never settles for long.&nbsp; Near prancing on the balls of her feet she gives a worried glance back to Draque and Miaren, a dagger in her hand at the ready.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 19:06:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font">Smell.<br><br>It envelops you like a caul, soaking the cramped channel of cavern as you descend.&nbsp; An immediate presence, it lights the mind up with an unreasoning alarm.&nbsp; It is worse than foul.&nbsp; It is wrong.&nbsp; It is the kind of smell that suggest something fundamental of the world is fatally sick.<br><br>To the nose, it is a complex, greasy miasma.&nbsp; One almost expects to see it floating - a greenish mist or a curtain of gray wetness in the air - but it is wholly invisible.&nbsp; It registers as ripe blooms of sugary sweetness; the sweetness of rancid honey.&nbsp; It has tones of rubber to it.&nbsp; Tones of great age.&nbsp; <br><br>But once the brain tastes it, that taste soils all thought - opening glistening pink sores on the skin of memory and reason.<br><br>It is simple enough to figure out where the mind is wounded and to overcome it.&nbsp; The effect of the smell is not as confusing as it is unsettling.&nbsp; It is unsettling indeed:<br><br>Objects disassociate - you have to take a moment to remind yourself that your torch is not your satchel, that your satchel contains rations instead of babies, that your hand is not connected to your face.&nbsp; Memory slips as well, filtering oddity in to its usually sound gallery - the house where you grew up had four walls to a room, not thirty-seven; mother did not have a bird beak; you did not eat eyes for breakfast.&nbsp; <br><br>Consciousness tenses at this revolt of the basis of reason - heaves at the poisoning of the ego.&nbsp; Emotions feel their flesh crawl.<br><br>For the senses, though, there is only the smell.&nbsp; Unearthly.&nbsp; Possessive.&nbsp; Guilty of this sin against your mind, your reality.&nbsp; Only the smell and the darkness.<br><br>Then the light of the torch insinuates into a vaster chamber, a room surely cut deliberately long ago, but since smeared into its vaguest shape by the shifting of the stone around it.&nbsp; It is a rough square that stretches beyond the meager fifty foot pool of illumination cast by the torch.&nbsp; Dim slinks everywhere in it.&nbsp; And in the dim, at the edges of the torch, weird and horrible things happen.<br><br>Across the planed floor, some fifty feet directly ahead, another titanic bugbear stands.&nbsp; He is heavily armored - draped in plates of some black, cured hide that spool with the suggestion of awful, frantic engraving.&nbsp; Only his shark-like maw is visible below a helmet like a conspiracy of horns, his lips twitching with a febrile muttering.&nbsp; His towering form is balanced on a fierce rod of steel - similar to the one his slain companion had; its stout length overflowing with serrated blades and fused chains.&nbsp; And his balances sways slightly, as if afflicted by some hot, bestial ecstasy, as he chants.<br><br>Would that he were the worst of the horrors here.<br><br>Next to him, central to the room, there is a dais.&nbsp; <br><br>At the edges of the dais, torchlight and the wash of shadows war.<br><br>Upon the dais, there is a Thing.<br><br>To say it is large is to strain the word to the limits of its meaning.&nbsp; The mass of the Thing bulges beyond the proportions of an elephant, arranged in flabby, swollen torso and gangly arms that stretch and stretch.&nbsp; Even with its bullet-shaped skull bowed, the Thing's squat reaches a height of at least ten feet, perhaps more.&nbsp; <br><br>Hunched shoulders flex an army of muscle indolently as it breathes.&nbsp; Its arms' horrible span is bunched close in on its bulbous body, lifting hands the size of a large dog to its mouth.&nbsp; Fingers that move with spider-like calm use their leathery enormity to fill its maw - a maw ringed and fanged vastly like a lamprey's, gaping like an apes.&nbsp; Into that mouth, the Thing shoves what is left of one of the missing girls.<br><br>Pallid as fish flesh, the remains of the girl are being squeezed like a feed bag into the quivering, suckling jaws of the Thing.&nbsp; Her legs dangle, kicking like an unstringed puppet, shiny with her emptied bowels' contents, as the Thing crushes the contents of her abdomen into its gorge with leisurely motions of its hands.&nbsp; Runnels of gray tubes, russet organs and bright red blood squirt from the rims of the Thing's teeth.&nbsp; And its eyes, alight with a lusty intelligence, roll with satisfaction as its flexing throat guzzles down the thick feast.<br><br>Ponderous as that of a toad, the belly of the Thing swells.&nbsp; Pestilential surface crawling with hideous parasitic life, the blue-black of the Thing's gut skin bloats wider and wider, making a knotty navel project from its raw, veined lips.&nbsp; The huge ocean of fat and flesh that is the Thing's center runs with lazy cascades of innards, and shivers joyously as it gluts.&nbsp; The motions below, in the lap of the thing, between its two coiled legs, go almost unnoticed.<br><br>Almost, for she is small.&nbsp; But there is the last missing girl - a kernel of trembling, white skin.&nbsp; Tucked upon the groin of the thing in a fetal ball; blond hair spattered to black by the rain of human flesh on her, she twitches.&nbsp; She convulses with screaming.<br><br>And as the light touches her, the girl screams all the more frantic, screams her throat raw and choking on the void, screams until she is blank with hysteria.<br><br>And the Thing works more into its jiggling throat and rolls its happy eyes.<br><br>And the world, gone sick with the unearthly taint of the smell, seems to wait to die or be healed by your next moment.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 03:22:09</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Choking on the pervasive fog of scent, Fern's mind refuses, or at least makes the attempt to refuse the images, the sensations assaulting her mind as the three progress further into the vileness.<br><br>"Bugbear!" Fern calls out, daggers at the ready. Rising on the balls of her feet, the ballet of combat once more beginning.&nbsp; Till she sees the thing..&nbsp; the gloating, fetid thing gorging itself on what once was human.<br>Jaw dropping open with eyes begging to scream, Fern's stomach plummets to her toes as she falls back onto her heels.&nbsp; The sudden weight of revulsion giving lead to her limbs.<br><br>Whatever this thing was, it was wrong as only a being living in the deepest midden pits could be wrong.&nbsp; A face gone pale as moonbeams sets her jaw as a tear finds its way down her cheek.&nbsp; She sees naught but death.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 04:48:40</strong>
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				Miaren has to remind herself that the second girl was no longer a factor.&nbsp; If they were lucky they'd get the third girl out from under that - that Thing.&nbsp; She can only imagine - no, she doesn't <em>want</em> to imagine what could be happening to the village girl as she waits to join her ill-fated companion.&nbsp; This one's mind may be shattered already.<br><br>"The giant!" she calls, hoping to spur Fern - or possibly Draque - back into action<br><br>And yet - and yet she can't be entirely sure that what's happening is entirely real.&nbsp; False memories have mixed with the true already, and perhaps what she's seeing is another of these.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 05:46:37</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (6); Condition: Normal (Angry);</tt><hr><br>The maddening stench of the giant's grotto made him feel like he walked into a spider-web, the ink spray of an octopus, the general vicinity of a wasp's nest and the noxious fumes of a dwarf's belch after too many ales all whilst reading an ancient elven tome on trees.&nbsp; So, the elf stumbled as he stalked, feeling danger all around him but never finding any.&nbsp; Accursed mephitis, enfold another elf, he muttered under his breath.<br><br>He saw the bugbear and the giant with his low-light vision and felt a tinge of cowardice.&nbsp; But then he saw the giant consume one of the young women and the elf was beyond anger.&nbsp; Draque drew both kukris and growled savagely.<br><br>Draque attempted to move to the bugbear silently and hidden, then charge him in an attempt to catch him flat-footed.&nbsp; Upon crashing into him, he screamed:&nbsp; "Hey smelly!&nbsp; How about a bath?!"<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; <br><br>Draque charges the bugbear (I know, stupid).&nbsp; He gets a +11 to attack (1d4+3 18-20 crit w/ 1d6 sneak attack damage if he hits); he will continue to strike until the bug bear is down, but will do so with +7/+7 (2d4+6 (18-20 crit w/ +1d6)) with two-weapon fighting.<br><br>Draque hopes to catch the bugbear flat-footed twice:&nbsp; once in surprise, twice by beating him in the initiative count.<br><br>He will work closely with Fern, if Draque is still alive, to flank the giant once the bugbear eats it.&nbsp; <br><br>Draque will consume a healing potion if he ever reaches 10 HP, and if he is damaged by the bugbear, will consider taking a healing potion before attacking the giant if he is below 18 HP.<br><br>When he moves to the giant, he is tumbling in; not running in.&nbsp; He does not want to get hit by attacks of opportunity (He has a +9 tumble check).</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 05:57:07</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Hearing Draque's bellow jolts Fern into action. Putting aside the sight of the filth beyond, daggers clutched tightly, she follows Draque into the dance.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Flank, dodge flank. basically the same tactic as the previous one going for vital organs as quickly as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 06:04:04</strong>
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				Seeing both of her companions go after the bugbear, Miaren shakes her head to clear it of the lingering fog.&nbsp; <em>Better to concentrate on one - there's no way I can take out a creature like that on my own.</em>&nbsp; She does a quick count of her arrows and then starts sending them on their deadly path.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; Same technique as last time - I think there are 20 in a quiver, which should have her left with 18, since she didn't stop to collect the unbroken one)
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 16:53:57</strong>
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				As Draque slips toward the brawny, muttering bugbear, his target makes it known that he is aware of the elf.<br><br>The club grinds across the floor as it's hefted up, and the creature slavers through his gibbering lips as he regards the oncoming adversary.<br><br>Bolts of ink flickering across the dim, Draque and Fern descend on either side of the bugbear.&nbsp; And the armored giant breaks his chant long enough to bellow, hurling his arms wide to greet his attackers.<br><br>Those arms have hardly begun to swing down by the time Draque's blade punctures a space just below the breastplate of the bugbear's armor.&nbsp; The giant bursts out a whining noise, buckles slightly forward.&nbsp; At that moment, Fern's blade lances into a narrow space between the plates on the back of the beast.&nbsp; <br><br>With a snarl, the bugbear frantically sweeps his club through the air - a fierce, weird roaring sounds out as it shreds the space above Draque.&nbsp; <br><br>Miaren notices the feasting monster's errant eyes fix their seethe on the combatants, and the ecstatic jaws halt in eating.&nbsp; It begins to snarl, red foam blooming in a wide garden over its lips.&nbsp; With a final swallow of intestine, the monster begins to arrange its enormity onto its lower legs.&nbsp; <br><br>Her attention focuses her arrow, looses it, as another roar ricochets through the anxious dim of the chamber - another bugbear, also armor clad, bolts from the shadows next to the tunnel entrance and descends on Fern from behind.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: O.O.C.</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Round 1</strong></span><br><br>Initiative Order: Draque, Fern, Bugbears, "Beast," Miaren<br><br><em>(Draque's Move Silently is countered by the Bugbear's Listen)</em><br><br>Actions: <br><br>Draque stabs, hits.&nbsp; Fern stabs at the Bugbear's flank, hits.&nbsp; The Muttering Bugbear misses.&nbsp; Bugbear 2 rushes out of concealment toward Fern, and ends the round 10' away from her.&nbsp; Miaren misses.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Miaren's arrow whistles by it, whistles by the muttering bugbear.&nbsp; The chant of the armored goblin begins to lilt, lowering and screaming high as he whirls to bring his club's awful, edged weight against the elves.&nbsp; Events dissolve into a frenzy of movement - the popping flash of the elves' daggers, the flailing of the bugbear, stances shifting, guards being tested.<br><br>Then the bugbear charging Fern finds his mark.&nbsp; A two-handed swing of the club lashes at her side.&nbsp; There is no satisfying clap of contact; it seems to hit nothing.&nbsp; But Fern's shoulder pad is dangling, nearly torn off, its once-firm plate now a patty of ground leather.&nbsp; She is stiffer in her movements as she works to finish off the first, largest, bugbear.<br><br>Miaren's arrow drives into the armor of the bugbear, juts from his flank.&nbsp; The giant seems only to gibber louder - drive harder against Draque.<br><br>Behind the melee, the monstrosity raises up.&nbsp; It roars fit to shake the chamber.&nbsp; Its gory fist slams its chest in a bass pounding of declared dominance that makes the marrow buzz, makes the transparent liquid on its chest leap and sparkle.&nbsp; Then with an angry heave, it hurls the remains of the girl into the gyre of combat.<br><br>The bugbear behind Fern was likely not the intended target, but the legs of the girl strike him as if from a cannon.&nbsp; The tremendous wet crunch is deafening.&nbsp; Impact blows a cloud of misted blood and hot fragments of organs over Fern and the Muttering Bugbear, and sheathes the bugbear it struck, as he is sent sprawling to behind Draque.<br><br>Shakily, he raises to his feet.<br><br>On the dais, the great Beast hoots and snarls with a voice as big as any Hell.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: O.O.C.</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Round 2</strong></span><br><br>Draque, Fern and the Muttering Bugbear all miss.&nbsp; Bugbear 2 slams Fern for 7 damage.&nbsp; Miaren hits.&nbsp; The Beast misses Fern, hits Bugbear 2.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 17:59:37</strong>
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				Trying to ignore the nature of that unintentional aid, Miaren swings her aim to the unstable bugbear.<br><br><em>Get him while he's stunned.&nbsp; One less enemy,</em> she thinks, knowing that they'll need all three of them to take out the giant, and any harm dealt to a bugbear is less harm it can do to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 19:22:01</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>A guttural scream of pain, jaw tightens, eyes water, a momentary flinch and Fern is again diving for the fetid being.&nbsp; Determination flooding through her to see it fall, determination driving her limbs as she bounces on the balls of her feet continuing her efforts to extinguish the light behind its eyes.<br><br><br>OOC:&nbsp; stays with the initial attack, if contact occurs she gives the knife a quarter twist before yanking back against it.&nbsp; She has a dagger in each hand though her 'off' hand is more shield than attack method.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 19:50:16</strong>
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				Draque's next strike nearly opens the bugbear's neck - the kukri flashes towards the meaty jaw, only to have the bugbear shove his arm into the way. &nbsp;The blade gouges beneath the armor plate, digging a deep furrow into the flexing flesh. &nbsp;For a moment, the blade is caught in the iron cluster of the titanic muscles.<br><br>A moment is all that is needed. &nbsp;The bugbear halts his muttering, choking it off, as he brings the club's hilt crashing down. &nbsp;Its tonnage drives the knot of the pommel into Draque's shoulderblade. &nbsp;Something important and rigid pops inside him. &nbsp;Agony washes cold through his body, from the rims of his lips to the sudden shaking in his heels. &nbsp;The clatter of one kukri hitting the ground is Draque's only indication that his numbed arm has dropped it.<br><br>Fern's lashing strike glances off the bugbear's back. &nbsp;It only grunts. &nbsp;Then the dark, tarry muttering commences again.<br><br>And on either side of the combatants, danger lumbers in.<br><br>The Beast snatches up the girl between his legs in a single paw. &nbsp;Immediately, her pale, bare little body is gardened in blooms of red, green and gray from the body of her fellow captive, squirting from the Beast's mitt. &nbsp;She arches in pain as the heedless strength of the thing grinds into her, scratching and kicking, suddenly silenced. &nbsp;It does not touch the attention of the Beast. &nbsp;<br><br>That is fixed on Fern. &nbsp;And out of it boils a hideous howl - one louder than the roar of moments ago, one that seems a component of that awful, alien smell in the way that it immediately blemishes the mind, working cancerous into all reason and sanity. &nbsp;<br><br>Your blood is ice. &nbsp;Your thoughts seem bleak, far away. &nbsp;The terror of the howl drowns everything out - everything but animal desperation. &nbsp;An instant later, your will clamps down, fighting away the weird panic, fighting thoughts back into place. &nbsp;But the awful sound, and its perverse hypnotism, sounds on from the monolithic Beast.<br><br>Opposite the Beast, the bloodied, shaking bugbear raises himself up. &nbsp;He hikes his club high, rushes for Draque's back. &nbsp;Miaren's arrow nearly snaps his neck halfway. &nbsp;He tilts like a falling tree, gurgles, and smashes to the floor, clawing at the shaft that skewers his sprained neck, transfixed by pain as his life sprays out on the ground.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: O.O.C.</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>Round 3</strong></em><br><br>Draque hits once, fumbles with the other; Fern misses, and the Muttering Bugbear deals 13 damage to Draque. &nbsp;Bugbear 2 gets up. &nbsp;The Beast howls, but no one is effected by its panic effect. &nbsp;Miaren's arrow scores a critical, killing the luckless Bugbear 2.<br><br><strong>Damage:</strong><br><br>Draque - 13<br>Fern - 7</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Draque's fingers feel like emptiness and electricity; they skitter on the ground and snatch up the kukri all the same. Closing over it, he bounds back as a sweep from the Muttering Bugbear misses with a stroke that would have decapitated him. &nbsp;The beast bears in, Fern's blows against the fortress of leather on its back only serving to blunt her dagger. &nbsp;The Bugbear heaves, breathes brewing air over Draque, and lunges with its fists in a short, swift bunt.<br><br>The club cracks into Draque's breast, blowing his wind from him.<br><br>Over him, the Bugbear looms, lifting his club high in the model of a killing strike. &nbsp;Miaren's arrow zips by him harmlessly. &nbsp;And Draque sees that, as horrid as this image is, even worse - so bad it strains the limits of sanity - is happening behind it.<br><br>The Beast moves. &nbsp;It moves by tossing its whole bulk forward in a pounce so swift and sudden that the air literally screams in surprise: &nbsp;Air bangs with a terrible crash as it is emptied in one vast space, shoved aside in another. &nbsp;The Beast's propulsion - its gangly arms and stubby legs - kick and batter with a speed that is sickeningly fast.<br><br>It does not move that ton heavy, twelve foot bulk without intent. &nbsp;Before the air's snap has ceased to resound in the chambers, the Beast has set upon Fern. &nbsp;<br><br>Miaren and Draque could see the Beast move - they're sure they could; their memory resonates with images of those tree-trunk arms moving loose as whips, that glutinous size twisting through the air, the drumming of its piston legs. &nbsp;But they only remember it. &nbsp;It was too fast to react to. &nbsp;And memory aches with all that speed crammed into a single atom of time - some lean fraction of a second.<br><br>What they can see now is that it has Fern in one hand, encircling her waist in a band of rubbery fingers, steel strength. &nbsp;It is lifting her toward its gaping, moaning mouth - toward the fang-rimmed drain of that mouth. &nbsp;It gibbers, rolling its joyous eyes in bestial ecstasy, as it prepares to feed on a new delicacy.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: O.O.C.</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>Round 4</strong></em><br><br>Draque hits and collects his fumbled kukri. &nbsp;Fern misses. &nbsp;Muttering Bugbear smashes 6 points of damage into Draque. &nbsp;Miaren misses. &nbsp;The Beast grapples Fern, but she is not pinned and may act.<br><br><strong>Damage:</strong><br><br>Draque - 19<br>Fern - 7</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 21:06:56</strong>
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				Seeing Fern in mortal peril, Miaren fires another arrow, aiming for the upper chest of the Beast's horrendous bulk.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Should be like hitting a barn,</em> she thought, pushing away the thought that the creature if so large that an arrow might do little more than annoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 05:15:08</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>A scream of absolute terror shakes Fern's body, deep, drawn from her toes up through her body sprinting from her lips at the sight of the daggers inside gaping maw.&nbsp; Terror born of dreams in the night, unseen monsters crawling from the depths of hellish nightmares.&nbsp; <br><br>"NOoooooo!" Twisting her lithe body in its ropey grasp, Fern brings her daggers to bare.&nbsp; One held in a grip ready to plunge in downward arch.. one held ready for an upward sweep.&nbsp; Death will come some day, but not at the hands and slathering fetid being, intent on her as food.<br><br>As the thing draws her close, she plunges hard and fast, all her strength coming to a fine point at the end of the dagger aimed for its eye.&nbsp; The second, a barrier to shove between foul lips, a prop to keep those crushing jaws from closing on her.<br><br><br>OOC: one dagger overhead to the eye, the other straight into the mouth, point up, propping ht mouth open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 15:08:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg964036#msg964036">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 28-11-2008, 05:46:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (6); Condition: Normal (Angry);</tt><hr><br>Seeing Fern get taken up by the giant, the elf tumbles past the bugbear and towards the giant, striking at him generally.<br><br>&nbsp;"Oh no you don't!" &nbsp;he muttered angrily, frustrated that the battle was not going quite as planned.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">OOC</span><br><br>Tumble +9 to get past bugbear/giant AoO, +9 to attack giant; if Draque is still up, +7/+7 to attack.</td></tr></tbody></table></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 17:07:21</strong>
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				Draque's tumble leaves the Bugbear stumbling after him, as he pops up on the flank of the Thing.<br><br>For an instant, the Thing's hide is his focus.&nbsp; And he finds, in that instant, a strange aspect of the beast:&nbsp; Its fur is lustrously silky, of the most beguiling shade of blue.&nbsp; Its course decants over the Thing's pestilential flesh like some manner of pure light made solid, its deep hue changing artfully in a dance across its corner of the spectrum.&nbsp; And in texture, it is surely almost liquid in refinement, surely a singular pleasure to touch but once.<br><br>Draque spends less than a mortal instant reflecting on such things before plunging his dagger into the Thing's side.&nbsp; <br><br>Fern, at nearly the same moment, nearly slides her dagger into one of the rolling globes of its eyes.&nbsp; Her jabbing at its mouth keeps it from biting her.&nbsp; Instead, it only barks a spray of wet all over her, bellowing from its colossal maw.<br><br>Its horrid howl shakes the atoms of the room, douses everything in an instant of panic. The roaring becomes only worse as Miaren's arrow stings through the gnarled shell of its ear.<br><br>The Thing takes its rage out on those it holds - shaking the girl and shaking Fern.&nbsp; Strength rolls like broken teeth from her body, and her bones heave as if about to all explode loose at once.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: O.O.C.</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Round Five</span><br><br>Draque Tumbles and hits.&nbsp; Fern misses.&nbsp; Muttering Bugbear, still clinging to life, follows Draque.&nbsp; Miaren hits.&nbsp; The Thing fails to damage Fern.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Draque, still aside the Thing, lunges up to slash it twice under the arm holding Fern.&nbsp; The first opens a viciously tough slab of muscle, letting blood drain down the bottom of the colossus' bicep.&nbsp; The second seems to only dent its armpit at first.<br><br>Then out of the shaggy hair, a hose of dark black blood begins to spray.&nbsp; It shoots out with terrific pressurized force and volume, gutters down to only a flood, and then geysers again.<br><br>And the Thing goes crazy with fear.&nbsp; <br><br>It wheels around for the rear of the room, off in the darkness.&nbsp; It is so focused there that it hardly notices when Fern gouges a jagged line nearly a foot long in its cankerous gums.&nbsp; It pauses for a second, tossing the other girl aside, sending her to curl up in fear on the floor.<br><br>Then Miaren's arrow hits the Thing in its haunch.&nbsp; And like a spurred steer, it begins to stampede at its imperceptibly fast speed into the darkness at the rear of the chamber, carrying Fern.<br><br>The Bugbear swings at Draque, the awful club roaring over his head, then bolts after the Thing.<br><br>Draque lashes at both as they pass, slitting open the Bugbear's side and taking a chunk out of the Thing's leg.&nbsp; The Bugbear is now sheathed in a skirt of blood from his abdominal wounds, and lurches after the fleeing Thing.&nbsp; As for the Thing, it only runs faster.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: O.O.C.</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Round Six</span><br><br>Draque hit the Thing and scored a very impressive critical.&nbsp; Fern also hit and did maximum damage.&nbsp; The Thing decided to cut its losses and run.&nbsp; Muttering Bugbear nearly brained Draque, but missed.&nbsp; Miaren hit the Thing, giving it additional incentive to flee.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 17:25:46</strong>
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				They'd come out of this one a little worse for wear, and they'd been too late to save one of the girls.&nbsp; Still, there were two that had lived, which was at least something.&nbsp; Miaren goes to collect what arrows are still salvageable, even if two have been carried off by the Thing, and then checks in on the girl.<br><br>"It'll be okay - we've come to take you home," she says.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; Two missed and two hit Bugbears.&nbsp; One might have gone off with Muttering Bugbear.&nbsp; Let me know what's worth keeping)
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 19:29:55</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Her scream a mixture of frustrated anger and stark terror as the thing turns, disappearing with incredible speed through the back of the chamber.&nbsp; The sounds of the surviving bug bear as it follows reaching Fern's ears brings only a groan as she twists, trying desperatlely to loosen the thing's grasp upon her.&nbsp; <br><br>Stabbing at its arms, its chest, anything within reach Fern's staccato grunts grunts accompany each swing.&nbsp; Feet kicking wildly, she struggles, wriggling to free herself from its grasp. Her eyes pinned on her capture, she has no way of knowing if her companions follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 22:45:11</strong>
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				Fern's scream cuts through the darkness, and Miaren looks up like a startled deer.&nbsp; With a clipped oath, she gives the girl a shove towards the outer room, where their other charge is presumably waiting.<br><br>"Draque!" she calls.&nbsp; "It's still got her!"&nbsp; She felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier - maybe she was too focused on the village girl, or she'd assumed it would drop both of its prizes - but there was no time for self-recrimination.&nbsp; She heads down the hall after the retreating Thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 03:09:31</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (7+1d8); Condition: Normal (Angry);</tt><hr><br>Draque landed on a calf-and-heel from the end of a roll, and exploded into the air with his kukris in his hands, slamming the blade tips down into the giant's forearm.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Stings, doesn't it?!" he hissed, snarling.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let the girls go, ugly!"<br><br>When the giant said quits and rushed away, Draque was particularly furious.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Where are your table manners, big boy?!" be bellowed, so angry that he could do nothing but cackle.&nbsp; He saw the opportunity and swiped at his hamstrings.&nbsp; But he didn't give chase: he stood his ground next to Fern and the girl.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg966217#msg966217">Quote from: Oniya on 29-11-2008, 22:45:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Draque!" she calls.&nbsp; "It's still got her!"&nbsp; She felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier - maybe she was too focused on the village girl, or she'd assumed it would drop both of its prizes - but there was no time for self-recrimination.&nbsp; She heads down the hall after the retreating Thing.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;"... Who is HER?!" he bellowed at Miaren, glancing over his shoulder at her.&nbsp; Then he realized.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Fern!&nbsp; Orc spit!&nbsp; Fern, keep shouting!&nbsp; No matter what you do, don't stop screaming!" he said, swigging a healing potion on the fly and giving chase after the giant and his consort bug bears!<br><br>&nbsp;"Miaren!&nbsp; This is going to sound really out of character, but Fern is more important than those wenches.&nbsp; We have to save her!"&nbsp; Draque chased after the giant.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Fern, we're going to save you!"<br><br><span class="bbc_u">OOC:</span><br><br>The AoO is +9 with Kukri;<br><br>The healing potion is 1d8+1;<br><br>Draque moves at 40 ft.!</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 04:45:26</strong>
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				With Miaren's torch so far behind, it is hard for Draque and Fern to tell how large the chamber they are moving through is.&nbsp; It may well be a cramped and narrow tunnel - certainly the sound does not echo, and the air seems thick, congested.&nbsp; It may be a widening of the chamber - sometimes wind moves through it on great strides from unseen quarters, and the darkness seems void of shape and distance.<br><br>For Fern, her experience is just the burn of the great Thing's paw about her body, and the speed of it as it bolts through the dark.&nbsp; With both hands free, it can rip and grind at her as it may.&nbsp; Under its horrid strength, Fern feels things come apart:&nbsp; The straps of her armor pop their brass fittings; her clothes rip; her flesh tosses with bruises.&nbsp; But her flurry of stabbing keeps that panting mouth away.&nbsp; She endures, for now.<br><br>For Draque, there is just urgency.&nbsp; No sense of distance, no balance or notion of progress - just urgency.&nbsp; Just rushing toward Fern's cry, as it grows more and more distant. <br><br>And when Miaren plunges into the darkness, she finds the torch casts only far enough ahead for her to see Draque and the floor he races over.&nbsp; As she runs down it, she sees two sets of three symbols each repeated, over and over again.&nbsp; Two sets; three symbols, both smooth and regular.&nbsp; She has no time to investigate.<br><br>There is no sense of time.&nbsp; Only haste.&nbsp; Haste, darkness, and Fern's screams.<br><br>Suddenly, Fern plunges into a space of light:&nbsp; Sunlight, projecting into the mouth of a cave.&nbsp; Its cerulean shine renders an end to the darkness only forty feet ahead.&nbsp; She glimpses a river pouring from deeper aquifers cutting across her path, then plunging out of the cave mouth.&nbsp; The Thing is bolting for that rim.&nbsp; The sound of water soaring down from the cave and thundering into a pool far below seem to only speed the beast.&nbsp; <br><br>Draque emerges into the cave just time to see the Thing leap from the rim of the cave, over its waterfall, bearing Fern.&nbsp; For moment, the fat shape of the Thing and Fern's flashing dagger fill the empty space up to the ragged rim of dark stone.&nbsp; <br><br>The next instant, there is only the image of the cave river rushing into a sky as pure and glinting blue as an electrum coin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 05:15:28</strong>
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				When light suddenly stabs into her eyes, Miaren can't help but slow down.&nbsp; The torchlight is no vaccine against what seems to be normal daylight - but when has daylight ever been so untainted near Southwark?&nbsp; The reasons why can wait, she decides, dropping the torch and dashing the sting from her eyes.&nbsp; She comes to a complete stop at the edge of that precipice, halted by the instinct of self-preservation, above and beyond any other urges.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 05:26:41</strong>
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				Beyond the cave, spreads a sky of purest porphyry.&nbsp; <br><br>Below it is a sprawling, primeval rain forest.&nbsp; Its layered canopies tuck all horizons under its steamy lushness.&nbsp; Its jade throbs, teasing the sky with tongues of heat.&nbsp; The sky, stark and lovely as all elegance distilled, sips in the heat unchanged and glares down with a perfect circle of sun.<br><br>As Miaren looks over the cave rim, she sees spindles of weightless gold among the most distant edges of the trees - towers that seem more enchantment than structure; more dream than residence.&nbsp; She sees flocks of birds coast over the restless body of the rain forest, as it tosses, sensuously undulant with life.&nbsp; She sees nature at its most elegant and wild - sees a universe of it.<br><br>Then, with a glance down, she sees Fern and the Thing plunge into a pool about fifty feet below.&nbsp; The Thing emerges, still with Fern in hand, and labors toward a shore surrounded by a meadow of unmarked emerald.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 06:59:20</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Screaming desperately during the helter skelter rush through the darkened cave,&nbsp; plunging through sunlight and finally the weightless gasp before the thing bearing Fern plummets.&nbsp; Had her lungs not been crying out violently prior, the mad dive into the pool surely would have brought it.<br><br>Stabbing relentlessly at arms encircling her, at the face, neck, anything within reach Fern pays little regard to her surroundings save for the sudden lack of air to fill her lungs.&nbsp; Choking, coughing violently as the beast carries its prize out of the water, across verdant fields.&nbsp; Her shredded leathers falling from her in tatters.&nbsp; Fern's attention elsewhere,&nbsp; never notices nor would she care if she did..&nbsp; living was far more important than modesty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 00:02:48</strong>
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				The Thing makes whole cityscapes of water splash up around it, as it moves the corpulent blue quay of its bulk over to the river's edge.&nbsp; It is flailing now, faltering - all those cabled steel muscles unhooking bloodless from the tonnage of its bones, all that fat starting to feel as heavy as it is.&nbsp; And so it is lashing out, trying to prove its strength by making everything yield around it.<br><br>It stomps and beats the mud of the lake into a snotty froth.&nbsp; The great furnace of its breath draws in guttering gusts and leaks them out its gaping jaws.&nbsp; Its head swivels in wonder.&nbsp; The Thing stumbles longer, breathes shorter.&nbsp; Snot runs in braids of red and yellow from its cavernous nostrils, and from the abyssal gape of its gorge, a low and mournful whine quests out.&nbsp; <br><br>The Thing staggers to the shore.&nbsp; Its thrashing arm can now only sluggishly mill the water as curtains upon ribboned curtains of its black blood ooze from under its arm.&nbsp; Behind it, a black pool the size of a house spreads its shadow in the lagoon.<br><br>The Thing heaves a sad cry. It bubbles it through lips flecked with gummy mess of kidney bits and intestine.&nbsp; It rolls its sightless eyes.<br><br>Fern's dagger takes them apart like apples.&nbsp; <br><br>She chops and chops, chipping away its face in a frenzy.&nbsp; The Thing gives all the resistance of a block of clay; it just shambles to the shore, gripping her tight - still claiming her in its dull, animal acquisitiveness as she takes a chunk of cheek off the bone, slits a nostril, exhumes wormy masses of vitreous humor from its eyes.<br><br>Finally, Fern gouges something pulpy and cartilaginous deep behind an eyeball; something that clicks as she hits it.&nbsp; The dagger rebounds, the tip broken off.&nbsp; The Thing shudders like an epileptic infant.<br><br>It grasps her tighter.&nbsp; Releases its bowels.&nbsp; And topples on its face on the very shore of the green field.<br><br>Beautiful things take up song in the endless forest, and fragrances that bring the breast to a fever of pleasure encircle the massive stink of the Thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 11:20:46</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>"Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Fern's frantic screams piercing the perfumed air as she lays trapped beneath the thing where it fell atop her, clutching her tight in its arms.&nbsp; The foul stench surrounding her, forcing its way through through her, gouging its way deep inside her very pores.<br><br>"Oh gods! Please, somebody get this thing off meeeeeeee!" Scrambling madly, clawing at the flaccid flesh of a body already bearing the scent of decay, the bruised field beneath her spongy, clingy, not predisposed to allow ease of movement.<br><br>With the frenetic pace set by the slathering beast as well as the plummet from well, well above her Fern has no clear hope of any assistance from her travel companions.&nbsp; Desperate, panic descends.&nbsp; Whereas before it was a fight for her very life, now sanity has entered the picture.&nbsp; The remembrance of the beast's last meal, the scent of offal and its own fetid carcass as well as the very real possibility that it could have been her own intestines bound within its gaping maw brings breath gasping through flared nostrils, unseeing eyes wide unblinking.&nbsp; <br><br>Adrenalin is a marvelous thing, until it leaves.&nbsp; With the slow withdraw of this marvelous mechanism for heroic deeds from her battered body Fern's shoulder remembers the slam of a club, the feel of claws shredding leather's into tatters.&nbsp; Not having had opportunity she is unsure if the fouled talons have brought something other than destroyed clothing to her, if it has broken her skin or just destroyed her leathers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 14:23:25</strong>
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				Miaren was looking over the cliff, and saw Ferns struggles from a distance.<br><br>"She's alive!" she said to Draque, and immediately started looking for an anchor to tie a rope to.&nbsp; "Looks like one coil will get us down there - you <em>did</em> say you had rope, right?"<br><br>The death of the Thing hadn't dispelled the uneasiness that had surrounded Miaren since they first entered the cave.&nbsp; If anything, this idyllic scene only heightened the feeling that there was something inexplicably <em>wrong</em> here.&nbsp; How could someplace this - hospitable - exist so close to Southwark?&nbsp; Even with monsters guarding it, the weather alone should have been noticed from a distance, and there should have been rumors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 18:21:46</strong>
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				Flies are already beginning to gather on the Thing's carcass.&nbsp; They descend in humming caches of motion, blue and jade light flocking on their winking bodies.&nbsp; In moments, the beast is surrounded by bustling galleries of tiny flashes.<br><br>Fern manages to extricate her arms and torso from the death grip.&nbsp; She finds her leathers in wrenched tatters - plates flapping from ripped or severed straps, scales gouged almost all the way through and buckles snapped in half.&nbsp; Her legs and hips remain snared in the rubbery fingers hardening around them.<br><br>Above, Miaren finds many knobby stones to attach a rope to, and a spill of handholds running down the face of the mountain.&nbsp; It will not be an easy climb, especially with the water's slick covering everything, but it will not be too difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 23:08:15</strong>
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				Miaren doesn't waste any time.&nbsp; After making sure that her rope is secure, she starts climbing down.&nbsp; The free end of the rope is wrapped around her waist in such as way that she can use it to slow her descent if need be.&nbsp; Her bow is once again slung across her shoulder, still strung, despite the potential of falling into water.&nbsp; <br><br>In a land as strange as this, there is no wisdom in being unprepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 10:09:59</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>The incessant buzzing of gathering flies brings Fern's head swiveling to watch them gather.&nbsp; Oh no, this will never do.&nbsp; &nbsp;Flies breed, breeding causes maggots, maggots are...&nbsp; No, this will never do.<br><br>Kicking her legs with as much strength as she is able, the lack of sufficient leverage from a prone body, laying trapped under the massive creature, him of his grasping hands or ..whatever they were, though valiant did little more than increase her circulation.<br><br>Pushing, tugging, kicking, rolling.&nbsp; All activities had been tried before and were usually successful extricating ones self from the mundane capture.&nbsp; This however was no mundane anything.<br><br>Grunts of frustration fill the air about her, grunts putting to voice the effort given to bring herself to freedom once again.&nbsp; Grunts punctuated by whimpers of fear.&nbsp; Where was the other bugbear and where.. where were her friends?.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 19:35:06</strong>
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				By the time Miaren has descended the rope with Draque following closely, Fern has squirmed out of the grasp of the Thing.&nbsp; The only part of it still gripping her is its maddening stench, still opening cankers on reasoning and sweet blooms in the nose, and the echo of its bruising strength.<br><br>Miaren reaches Fern as the slighter woman pulls her feet from the vast hand.&nbsp; Around them, the meadow grass is a velvetine pallet, the ground comfortably lush with life.&nbsp; Flies avoid them as spicy and sweet fragrances waft from the trees.<br><br>Then the slightest rustle in the trees is heard in the distance - a noise of something or someone sleek and swift approaching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 19:49:48</strong>
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				Miaren helps Fern to her feet, checking the half-elf over for visible injuries and wincing at the state of what used to be armor.<br><br>"Any idea where in Shades we are?" she asks the other two.&nbsp; "'Cause it sure isn't Southwark.&nbsp; There was some weird stuff back in the tunnel, but I didn't get a very good look at it."<br><br>((OOC - Any chance of making an observation check as far as recalling anything about those symbols?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 19:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg974443#msg974443">Quote from: Oniya on 03-12-2008, 19:49:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">((OOC - Any chance of making an observation check as far as recalling anything about those symbols?))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yes.&nbsp; PM to you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:12:01</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (13); Condition: Normal (Angry);</tt><hr><br>For better or worse, Draque hovered over Fern with a snarl on his face.&nbsp; The elf hated to lose, especially to bugbears.&nbsp; However, he was relieved that the rogue had not met her end.&nbsp; Placing the back of his thigh against Miaren's shoulder, he maintained watch of the surroundings with narrowed, hateful eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;"How is she, Miaren?" he inquired, bristling.<br><br>He certainly hoped she would be all right.&nbsp; But... but everything had happened in such a tremendous flash and during a time of great duress that Draque could not quite remember the specifics of what entirely happened.&nbsp; One girl was safe, despite unconscious; the other girl had met her fatal end in the maw of the giant.&nbsp; That spineless giant.&nbsp; But what had happened to the other girl?&nbsp; Did she get to safety?&nbsp; Did the giant take her?&nbsp; He hardly knew that Fern had been whisked away until Miaren told him.&nbsp; He sighed, then crouched down, keeping an eye on the bushes.<br><br>&nbsp;"I hate this place," Draque muttered.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We should not be here."&nbsp; He then looked at the two women on the ground. &nbsp;"Senses are fatally wounded by the musk of these caverns.&nbsp; I hardly know what is happening, yet feel impending doom.&nbsp; Let's take the survivors back, I say.&nbsp; No use remaining here."&nbsp; He hoped that he sounded convincing.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:37:26</strong>
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				By the time Draque looks back up, the movement presaged by the subtle sighing of the forest has concluded.&nbsp; Someone has arrived.&nbsp; They stand on the edge of the forest, poised as if they had been there all along.<br><br>Two of the figures stand tall just in front and to either side of the third.<br><br>Both are twins.&nbsp; They seize the attention with their posture - an artful stance both proud and demurring.&nbsp; They are two women, but like none any of the party has ever seen.<br><br>Statuesque at around six feet tall, the women have hair that pours down their backs in a lustrous cascade from a strict black leather binding at the back of their skulls.&nbsp; Their complexion and the texture of their skin is enthrallingly soft.&nbsp; One could stare at it in search of a flaw or in study of its bronze radiance for hours.&nbsp; That flesh fits to muscles that seem pliant as cream some times, and flare into beautiful, steel-firm bands at others.&nbsp; They seem almost sculpted, these women - craft with generous, round breasts and narrow waists; ample bottoms and taut, mare-long legs.&nbsp; And they stand as if aware of it - as if conscious that their lusty breathing washes enchanting tension through their exquisite flesh.&nbsp; They show themselves.<br><br>And there is much to show:&nbsp; Besides a black leather harness that loops about their arms' lengths, fastens above and below their breasts, and hugs their thighs, they are naked.&nbsp; They are gloriously naked; their nudity oiled with an unblemished sheen.&nbsp; Their skin glints, making love with the sunlight it traps.&nbsp; Between the lips of their hairless sex and through their nipples, silver rings glint.&nbsp; They shine wetly, bodies heaving with restrained excitement, and watch with keen brown eyes.<br><br>Between them, a yet more enthralling woman stands.&nbsp; <br><br>She is clothed in dark blue over skin that is nearly perfectly white - the white of rose petals, inflected with the subtlest blush of pink.&nbsp; She wears no harness, but her outfit lays on her skin like liquid; it runs from a low collar, over abundant breasts, down over her belly and the delta of her sex.&nbsp; Bands of the same material spool up and down her legs and arms in breathtaking designs.&nbsp; <br><br>But she herself is most breathtaking of all in her design - her poise has to it some quality that instantly resonates with the sense of beauty.&nbsp; She stands tall, as if the flesh of a cloud arranged like a single-stem lily.&nbsp; Crimson hair spills down her cheek, its silken fall nearly masking the deep burn of her green eyes.&nbsp; Her features distinguish her as Elven - the avian fragility; the poetic elegance of bone structure like some celestial musical instrument; the lushness of her lips.&nbsp; She is like no Elf in experience though:&nbsp; She is quality distilled, purified:<br><br>Pure grace.&nbsp; Pure loveliness.&nbsp; Pure majesty.<br><br>Pure ardor.<br><br>She stares at you all, and your soul goes crystalline green.&nbsp; Time attenuates under her attention, like a cat arching its back as it is pet.&nbsp; Fragrance plays from her body - the scent of myrrh and fire and sexual musk - and wets your senses.&nbsp; The whole forest's breathing seems to come from her.<br><br>And then she speaks.&nbsp; And the sound of her voice cracks something within: Something essential cracks with gratitude as its notion of beauty is redefined as the music of her words.<br><br><strong>"You do not belong here." </strong> Perfection sings to you.&nbsp; <strong>"You must hasten to go."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:14:24</strong>
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				"I think she's okay," Miaren says, just before she feels Draque's attention shift.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she also looks up, she can't help but catch her breath.&nbsp; These women wear sensuality with the same ease as their garments, and Miaren can't help but feel a certain fascination - one that twists between admiration and something more gut-level.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You do not belong here.&nbsp; You must hasten to go.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Even the lyrical voices of the Elven bards did not caress the ear so silkily - even if the words themselves were foreboding.<br><br>"I - beg your pardon, Milady," she says, feeling like her own voice is the croak of a raven in comparison.&nbsp; "We - only came here on a rescue mission."
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 12:04:11</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Pulling herself to her feet with the help of Miaren Fern's body cringes, grimacing with each movement, each muscle objecting loudly.<br><br>"Buggers that hurts."&nbsp; Gritting her teeth she stretches, keenly aware of every bump, every bruised and battered inch of her small body.&nbsp; "Remind me not to be doing nuthin like that again.&nbsp; Girl could get herself....&nbsp; " her voice breathy, pain eking through with each word, trails off noticing a definitive lack in her companions attentions.&nbsp; The sight of her tattered leathers hanging by threads from her body sends her hands to retrieve and bring to cover tender skin. <br><br>"You do not belong here.&nbsp; You must hasten to go."&nbsp; Startled by the strangeness of the voice, her attention having been otherwise occupied Fern first takes glimpse of the trio.&nbsp; A step-hop back in surprise, eyes going wide with shock, she barely manages to hold onto the whatever bits of her armor are left to cover her breasts and belly.<br><br>"Whoa!&nbsp; Who the hell are you? and look lady.. It wasn't our idea to be here.&nbsp; Big and stinky there?"&nbsp; She thumbs back towards the beast at water's edge, flies covering in clouds the fetid body, "kinda brought me here.&nbsp; They was comin to help me.&nbsp; If you maybe could point us the way out?&nbsp; As long as I ain't gotta climb back up that cliff.&nbsp; Not sure I'd do too hot with that sorta thing right now"<br><br>Struggling to keep her leathers covering her, Fern cannot help but stare, eyes wide as she takes in the lack of clothing, the blatant sexuality, the casual sensuality.&nbsp; This has to got to be the strangest trio of women she had ever seen and her surprised, candid stares did nothing to dispel that thinking. <br><br>Taking an overly casual step, Fern slips a bit behind Draque feigning looking for something in the profusion of green beneath their feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 22:54:28</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (13); Condition: Normal (Angry);</tt><hr><br>The elf gaped at the beautiful elves.<br><br>Then, regaining his composure, he slid his kukris in their sheathes.&nbsp; He glanced at Fern, then at Miaren, then glanced back at the statuesque elven beauties.<br><br>&nbsp;"No kidding," he muttered. &nbsp;"No one <em>wants</em> to be here, madam.&nbsp; This place boggles the mind and I should be glad when I quit it.&nbsp; Now if you'll excuse us," he said, as he gathered Fern's arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;"By the way, the ladies flanking you are naked."</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 23:31:47</strong>
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				With a weightless shift of her neck, the Elf assumes another heart-rending, beautiful pose.&nbsp; The tall human women on either side of her are not so placid.&nbsp; They tense at the sound of Draque's words, muscles flaring into relief from beneath the generous velvet of their softness.<br><br>"I meant no rudeness." The Elf says, her words honeyed with compassion.&nbsp; "It is just dangerous now that--"<br><br>Her flowing address is severed by a cry from the forest behind her.&nbsp; Coming at a distance, a sound like a banshee's scream - furious and feminine - bounds into the serenity of the glade.&nbsp; Another cry; a whoop from the same melodic, terrible throat, follows the first.<br><br>The humans on either side of the Elf glance to her.&nbsp; Their nostrils flare and their long legs shift, bringing winks from the ring lodged in the folds of their shaven sexes.<br><br><strong>"It is too late." </strong> The Elf laments, grief singing in minor chords in your breast.&nbsp; <strong>"Adamion is nearly here.&nbsp; His hounds will have your scents by now."</strong><br><br>Her green eyes seam into slivers of emerald.&nbsp; <strong>"What I ask you will sound odd, even ill, but you must hasten to obey.&nbsp; Humans discovered here, unowned by Elves, are thought dire threats.&nbsp; If Adamion comes upon your companion clothed, and without a harness, he will destroy her with a wave of his hand."</strong><br><br>Her words fly out, still calm, but with a terrific rapidity.&nbsp; Behind her, the forest looses a flock of startled birds. <strong> "His hounds can scent the least human blood in one's body.&nbsp; There is no deceiving them."</strong><br><br>And then her attention sweeps to Miaren.&nbsp; It locks her in a solace of green crystal, a place where harm is an impossibility and security is infinite.&nbsp; The calm of her emanates in a wave.&nbsp; With it comes her authority. <strong> "Place on this harness and nothing else.&nbsp; Even if you have some of the Elven race in your blood, you are still in danger."</strong><br><br>With that, she tosses her hand forward.&nbsp; It is empty until it is fully extended.&nbsp; Then, in a flash of black strands, a leather harness identical to the one worn by the bare women manifests.&nbsp; <br><br>It falls before Miaren just as another hellish, lovely cry rakes from the forest, closer and closing fast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 00:38:51</strong>
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				Miaren looks down at the 'garment' - if it can truly be called that - and then back up at Draque.&nbsp; Obviously, Fern's state of near-undress is deemed 'appropriate' by these women, but Miaren is most obviously human and definitely clothed.<br><br>"I don't think we're in much condition to fight," she says, weighing their options.&nbsp; Draque and Fern are injured.&nbsp; She <em>can't</em> force them into a battle over something so small.<br><br>Still, part of her wonders if they'll try to talk her out of it.
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 11:07:45</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>With the first call, eyes dart quickly about, eyes used to making quick evaluations in darkened alleys freeze with the second call, freeze burrowing deep into the profusion of growth hiding the being making quick and steady progress in their direction.<br><br>"you have got to be shittin me"&nbsp; Fern's voice carries though whispered, through the light breeze to her companions, possibly the others hear also but that is not her focus.&nbsp; "lets get your crap and get outta here.. freaky people. I can climb that thing if I gotta. Lets get a move on.&nbsp; I'm only half elf and half dressed."&nbsp; A light rueful chuckle, obviously much akin to whistling in the dark escapes her.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking quickly from Miaren to Draque her eyes show the a sense of desperation.<br><br>"Come on.&nbsp; Please?! I got a real bad feel in bout this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 15:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg979204#msg979204">Quote from: Vella on 05-12-2008, 11:07:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>"Come on.&nbsp; Please?! I got a real bad feel in bout this."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"I fear time for fleeing has run out." </strong> The Elf says ruefully.&nbsp; Her brow has taken on the slightest bend of entrenched concern.&nbsp; Its presence on her face's immaculateness is disturbing, like seeing a crack in the sky. <strong> "Even if you made it into the cave, his hounds would have your scent and overtake you.&nbsp; Listen how swift they approach if you doubt me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 00:04:26</strong>
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				"Sounds like we don't have much of a choice, Fern," Miaren says, scowling at the strange harness.&nbsp; "I'm guessing you must be okay, since she threw this at me."&nbsp; She tosses her cloak at her disheveled companion and begins shrugging off her leathers.&nbsp; "I'll wear the thing as long as it takes us to get up that cliff and out of here."
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				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 06:01:07</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Hurriedly grabbing the cloak Miaren tosses to her, Fern bundles herself inside.&nbsp; The cloth of the cloak giving her some measure of security against the unknown sounds, unknown eyes sure to follow.&nbsp; Shrinking inside she tries desperately for the sense of unnoticed, the sense of quiet any who travel the night uses to avoid detection.&nbsp; Heart racing madly, her throat a near solid mass barricading breath and saliva from their normal casual passing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please.&nbsp; I really don't want to be here any more.&nbsp; Please tell me we aren't going to end up somebody's lunch?"&nbsp; Fern manages to squeak through tightened vocal cords. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 06:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24600.msg984248#msg984248">Quote from: Vella on 07-12-2008, 06:01:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Please.&nbsp; I really don't want to be here any more.&nbsp; Please tell me we aren't going to end up somebody's lunch?"&nbsp; Fern manages to squeak through tightened vocal cords. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The woman lays her attention on Fern.&nbsp; Though she speaks with emphasis, even urgency, it is no more than the play of light on the perfectly placid pool of her voice.<br><br><strong>"Do not fear, sister." </strong>The Elf says.&nbsp; Her hand reaches out to settle the tensing flank of one of the harnessed human women.&nbsp; Immediately, that flexing beauty relaxes, her damp flank going to cream.&nbsp; The Elf's thumb plays down the contour of her powerful flank's muscle as she speaks.<br><br><strong>"Only those who have human blood will alarm Adamion's hounds if found without harness.&nbsp; Our race need not be concerned of offending them or being seen as a threat.&nbsp; I will merely claim you and your fellow companion are cousins of mine from a distant quarter of this land, joining me on the hunt.<br><br>"Adamion may doubt me, but it will not matter, as he will not press the point since the only human his hounds will detect would be your friend."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 06:47:23</strong>
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				Miaren glances worriedly at Fern.&nbsp; Wasn't the woman able to tell that Fern was not full-blood?<br><br>"I still think we'd better go as soon as possible - especially if this guy's got it in for anyone with human blood," she says, finally getting the harness arranged so that it mirrors the two humans behind the elf.&nbsp; Miaren has no frivolities like piercings, nor does she have a reason to shave herself as cleanly, although she does keep the curls of her sex cut short for other reasons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 07:21:30</strong>
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				The harness fits on to Miaren as though adjusting to her shape.&nbsp; The leather is warm, almost radiant, as if it were capturing the whole of her body's heat and breathing it back into her.&nbsp; It clings with a subtle weight, close as a part of her skin.<br><br>And in places, it seizes deeper still:&nbsp; It fits above and below her breasts, crushing them subtly so that they stand out, high and firm.&nbsp; A tone of constriction makes the traffic in her breasts all the more intense and acute.<br><br>All over, the leather hugs Miaren tight, but leaves her belly, her ass, her sex, her thighs and her bosom bare.<br><br>As she dresses, another screech batters from the woods.&nbsp; At this rate, time is fleeting faster than expected.<br><br>Yet as she dresses, the elegant Elven woman approaches her.&nbsp; There is no sound to the approach.&nbsp; No disturbance.&nbsp; She simply arrives, standing next to Miaren.&nbsp; The lean inches she leaves between them smolder.&nbsp; The Elf has a radiant presence, like lit incense.&nbsp; And on either side of her, the human women steam with recent exertion, their damp bodies running with the perfume of the forest and of their flesh.<br><br>They nearly surround Miaren.&nbsp; The Elf speaks to Fern.&nbsp; But she gazes into Miaren with those captivating eyes, the look so intense as though she might reach inside, gather parts of Miaren's spirit, and roll them in the palm of her hand.<br><br><strong>"Adamion does not dislike humans."&nbsp; </strong>The Elf says.&nbsp; Her breath brushes Miaren's nose like wisps of burning myrrh.&nbsp; She is moving her hand closer.&nbsp; <strong>"Quite the contrary.&nbsp; He adores them and is esteemed for caring for them so well.&nbsp; Yet a human - even an elf with human blood - is to be owned, guided and seen to."</strong><br><br>Her hand brushes down Miaren's pubic mound.&nbsp; The hair there vanishes.&nbsp; The hand keeps dropping, moving like a piece of velvet being rubbed right up against the skin.&nbsp; The hand slips lower, slides under, slips between Miaren's thighs.<br><br><strong>"That is just the harmony of this place.&nbsp; And so one without a harness, without an owner, would be seen as either dangerous or to be seized by force." </strong>The Elf says to her eyes.<br><br>The hair is gone.&nbsp; The hand is drawn back.<br><br><strong>"I do not want you hurt."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 10:53:58</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>The sound of the screeching coming closer sends Fern into a fidgeting fit.&nbsp; Bouncing on the balls of her feet, her weight shifting from one side to the other.<br><br>"Wait a minute, wait a minute wait a minute!&nbsp; Owned?&nbsp; Protected?&nbsp; well.. ya got her in that freaky thingy leather strapped up thing there..&nbsp; Where in hell's that leave me if he likes human so much .. or partials..&nbsp; and how we supposed ta know we ken trust you?"<br><br>Turning to look at her companions, eyes wide seeming to vibrate with the what some would say, a full blown panic attack.&nbsp; "Please,&nbsp; lets just go?&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; Ok?&nbsp; Please? I am so outta here! My daddy was human.&nbsp; You people scaring the shit outta me and I don't like it!"<br><br>With a half angry flounce Fern turns on her heel, spinning to face the opposite direction, looking up at the cliff before heading towards the only manner of escape she knew. T
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 18:56:15</strong>
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				Fern turns toward an escape far, far away.<br><br>Eighty meters until the cliff face.&nbsp; <br><br>Another thirty yards up it.<br><br>And behind in the forest, rustlings of birds announce that only minutes remain.&nbsp; Fern's path of escape needs far, far more than 'only minutes.'<br><br>"A human father means you will be considered human." The woman announces flatly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 04:01:09</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></strong><br><br>With panicked eyes traveling the length and breadth of the supposedly 'only' escape route Fern's shoulder seemed to call out to her in aching throbs where the club bounced hard into her during their bloody encounter.<br><br>Jaw dropping, shoulders sagging her gaze moves slowly up the cliff face taking into her, bone deep, the enormity of her task.&nbsp; The probable lack of success with such an endeavor.&nbsp; A deep breath swelling her breasts she blows it out quickly through pursed lips.&nbsp; Resignation printing itself firmly upon her.<br><br>"Peachy." Her only response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 18:51:05</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (13); Condition: Normal (Excited);</tt><hr><br>Draque had listened intently to the exchange between Fern and the Lady, but as was his course, he remained silent and out-of-sight.&nbsp; Even when Fern looked to him, specifically, he was taciturn.&nbsp; Indeed, the Lady proposed a very strange solution to a problem that made him almost desperate.&nbsp; So as Fern contemplated her escape, Draque slowly sidled up behind Fern, pressing his chest against her back and his palm against her stomach in a deliciously soft manner.&nbsp; His other hand removed a few strands of her temple and placed them over her pointed ear.&nbsp; Then, he whispered to her:<br><br>&nbsp;"It will be all right, Fern.&nbsp; Put the harness on and we might yet get out of this.&nbsp; You will not have anything to fear from me."&nbsp; His breath smelled like pine, and it beat Fern's cool skin with its warmth.&nbsp; <br><br>Lethargically, Draque's hand rotated over her womb, his eyes glancing at the nude elven women lustfully.&nbsp; Even the grim, bitter and cynical Draque was succumbing to the enchantments of this place.&nbsp; Then, his touch slowly traveled down her pelvis, to her womanhood, caressing her lips only very slightly before withdrawing and holding her hips.<br><br>&nbsp;"It's our only chance," Draque implored.<br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 21:42:19</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>The feel of Draque at her back gives Fern some comfort, she wasn't alone in this as so often was the case in her nightly escapades.&nbsp; The knowledge brought a degree of relaxation to otherwise wire tight muscles, his softly whispered words carrying a sense of camaraderie unaccustomed.&nbsp; Reliance upon her own skills so highly ingrained into her, the need to trust now completely foreign.<br><br>Rotations of hand upon her belly slowly bringing her back to his chest, with a need to curl up and hide within his arms.&nbsp; Could she trust enough?&nbsp; Just enough to get them out of this?&nbsp; Hand traveling down caressing between her thighs sends shivers through her, her being tightening again as her breath stops but a moment, holding herself tight, so tight.&nbsp; A small tremor rumbling through her core.&nbsp; <br><br>This made no sense, none of it.&nbsp; She was only to find the women and return them.&nbsp; A good bit of coin for her efforts to bring a bit of food and shelter to those who needed it.&nbsp; That made sense.&nbsp; That she understood.&nbsp; This.&nbsp; This place.&nbsp; This situation.&nbsp; Completely outside her being.<br><br>"It's our only chance."&nbsp; Fern repeated in a near silent whisper, her words gauged without thought only for Draque's ears, hands on her hips holding her firmly in check.&nbsp; With the barest nod she takes up the leather straps, her face, neck and breasts flushing with crimson as she slowly drops the cloak.&nbsp; Unbuckling the left over bits of leather from the tattered remains she slips into the straps starring unblinking at the cave entrance, enticing but unapproachable far above.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 23:15:48</strong>
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				Seeing that Fern was going along with it, Miaren felt a certain relief.&nbsp; It wasn't that she had any desire to be in this situation - or put Fern in this situation - but if they were going to get out of here, it would help if they didn't have some crazy-ass elf using them as rabbits for his hounds!&nbsp; <br><br>Although - Draque didn't seem to be complaining much about the hand Fate had handed him.<br><br>Shaking off the thought, Miaren started collecting up discarded clothing and gear - Fern's could probably be repaired with the reward - and packing it up.&nbsp; Once her backpack was full, she bundled the remainder into her cloak as a makeshift sack.<br><br>"Hey, Draque - you got anything I can tie this up with?&nbsp; I only had the one rope, and we need that to get back up the cliff.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 00:08:01</strong>
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				Another cry - wavering and wide enough to shiver the horizons - leaps keening from the forest.&nbsp; And now the crush and rustle of anxious branches and snapping undergrowth announces the charge of an approaching runner.&nbsp; From inside the colonnade of emerald trees, shapes begin to stir in the distant dim.&nbsp; Shadows grow pregnant with disquiet.<br><br>Something fast is scything nearer from the cool of the darkness.<br><br>The elegant Elf woman twists her body to another posture of subtly balletic poise - shoulders at a weightless diagonal, spine a harp, breasts like fruit about to swell beyond the capacity of the narrow vine of her frame.&nbsp; She looks through the screen of fire that her hair brings over her cheek's alabaster.&nbsp; In the woods, she sees something that makes her inhale.<br><br>Her countenance turns to Draque.&nbsp; <strong>"You are my cousin, from Gibeon.&nbsp; I am Ava.&nbsp; These are your 'hounds.'&nbsp; What they brought down, is called a Gambol." </strong> And yet as the myrrh wash of her words works its dusty wings lightly around Draque's ears, her fingers convey another missive.&nbsp; <br><br>Fingertips like the stuff of butterfly wings skim down Miaren's bare pubic mound.&nbsp; They dip over the curve of flesh, slowing, losing momentum as they round the shape of her vagina.&nbsp; The fingers continue to slide, now like butter melting - precisely the feel of butter melting - as they glaze over Miaren's outer lips.<br><br>And the Elf speaks as she strokes there.&nbsp; <strong>"Hounds do not speak.&nbsp; They are physically demonstrative.&nbsp; Behave like a fond dog, or like a mare that adores its owner.&nbsp; Any less will be unusual."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 03:35:07</strong>
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				Miaren snorts softly - almost like an irritated mare, if the thought crosses anyone's mind.&nbsp; "I can tell you're going to be hating this," she says dryly - her final words for now as the rustling grows closer.<br><br>Like a fond dog.&nbsp; Miaren knows canines from her life as a ranger - there are fond lap-dogs that dote and snivel after their masters, and there are loyal companions, who are ever at the ready.&nbsp; An approaching stranger would be cause for such a hound to be alert, wary - waiting for any signal to either take action or stand down.<br><br>Although the harness had no place for her weapons, she stands in a 'ready' stance.&nbsp; If this Adamion was any threat to the three, she plans to give a full accounting of herself.
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 15:35:22</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;" class="bbc_font">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br>Current HP: 25 (13); Condition: Normal (Excited);</tt><hr><br>Miaren was wise to question Draque's unfortunate lot.&nbsp; For once, being an elf actually helped him out.&nbsp; See, he had a great deal of quibbles against his race: for one, he could not sleep.&nbsp; So whenever his friends set up camp, guess who sat around for most of the night bored out of his gourd.&nbsp; Secondly, he did not reach maturity until after he was 100, despite feeling pretty grown up at the age of 30.&nbsp; Then, there was the trust issue.&nbsp; Humans didn't regularly trust him.&nbsp; For that matter, other elves didn't really trust him, either.&nbsp; Draque was not trustworthy, so it really wasn't an issue of race.&nbsp; It was a nice little excuse.<br><br>&nbsp;"Look Miaren," he hissed innocently, &nbsp;"I'm just trying to make the best of things!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Thank you, cousin!" he said aloud in an accentuated manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But why are you helping us?&nbsp; And why are you here?&nbsp; Were you abducted, too?"</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 15:46:53</strong>
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				Ava seems to only speak in variations of the same placid tone.&nbsp; Her response to Draque's statement is the same pristine horizon of sound, only at a higher level.<br><br>"I see we were hunting the same Gambol, cousin.&nbsp; What good fortune that you and your hounds brought it down so ably, before it could make its lair," She gestures affectedly at the cave.&nbsp; As almost an afterthought, the rope vanishes from it.&nbsp; "In the cliff face above."<br><br>Her performance is cut short as figures burst from the forest, carried on a billow of jade leaves.<br><br>With a crash, two dusky women - bare and harnessed like the twins of the Elf; sturdier; unrelated and fierce in aspect - leap from the woods into the glade.&nbsp; They immediately heave back, seeing the slaughtered Thing.<br><br>They tremble in excitement.&nbsp; Their wide and feral eyes roam the carcass.&nbsp; Down their teak wood skin, rivers of sweat run, dripping from the tips of their heaving tits.<br><br>They pause, transfixed, overcome by this stay to their passion.<br><br>And wilt a little - soften and turn - as from the treeline, first clapping emerges, then a lithe, applauding Elf man wearing an artistic calamity of leather plates and straps.<br><br>A lean fellow, body woven of tanned sweeps of muscle, his manner of dress is far more crude than Ava's sheer silken wrap.&nbsp; It is, rather, a system of linked leather curves and shapes, fastened into armor that rolls rather than scrapes over his flawless flesh.&nbsp; It is neither overly elaborate nor less than fascinating in intricacy, and its elements glimmer with subtle engravings.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, it is the man beneath it that is most striking.&nbsp; Like his relative, he seems to epitomize in every quality - the stalk of his step, the tempo of his motions, the bowed towering of his posture - elegance.&nbsp; Yet where Ava's is a celestial aspect, a dance of wind and fine edges, Adamion is a feral one:&nbsp; He is earthly, almost bestial in the sharpness of his lean features.<br><br>He spreads a grin in friendly welcome and says, <strong>"Greetings, cousin of Ava.&nbsp; This is a fortuitous day.&nbsp; It seems credit for the hunt falls to you and your hounds."</strong><br><br>And with the same palpable flame, his eyes draw over Miaren and Fern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 16:06:10</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>Born of two worlds Fern had been called elf by humans, human by elves; part of,&nbsp; but never belonging to, either.&nbsp; Fern had learned early to rely upon yourself; for people, be they elf or human, would betray her.&nbsp; Regardless she had to trust now.&nbsp; <br><br>Decide quickly, who do you trust?<br><br>The sudden appearance of the howling trio from the woods brought decision to the forefront.&nbsp; The eyes of the male, hot as they rake across her lent her speed of action.&nbsp; Slipping behind Draque, away from the burning eyes of the newly arrrived man, Fern clings to the material at his shoulder, sheltering her body against his.&nbsp; Her general cheeky nature subdued and afraid.&nbsp; She did not have to feign reliance upon Draque; good, bad or in different, he was all she knew now of safety, of home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 17:23:05</strong>
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				Miaren stands in front of her two companions, partly crouched as if surprised by and suspicious of the newcomers.&nbsp; Naturally, only one of those was true.&nbsp; She eyed the other women warily - her supposed equals - but more of her actual attention was on Adamion.&nbsp; <br><br><em>If I'm going to be a hound, I might as well play the part properly,</em> she thinks, curling a lip in a feigned snarl.&nbsp; <em>I'll defend those I'm loyal to, at any rate.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 18:02:25</strong>
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				Adamion betrays more emotion than Ava has yet, as a bemused girl curls his lips.&nbsp; His eyes continue to trace a circuit of fire between Fern and Miaren, as he crosses his arms to settle into surveying the scene.&nbsp; His hounds, their beechwood and towering bodies drawing to a posture of tight attention, flank him, heaving from the run, nipples fiercely hard and sexes pungently moist.<br><br><strong>"You seem to have quite the pair there."</strong> Adamion says, pointing from Fern to Miaren. <strong>"One wolf and one lamb.&nbsp; Tell me, is the little one even a hound?&nbsp; Or is she just your pet?"<br><br>His gaze drifts; his features drift in sober interest.&nbsp; Adamion stares directly at Fern's sex, as though trying to notice every detail of condition, shape and care.&nbsp; He stares fixedly.<br><br>"And what is your name, brother?"</strong>&nbsp; His words almost seem absent, but there is nothing about him that could seem aloof.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:37:52</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br><br>A flush of bright red covering her face does nothing to hide the narrowing of her eyes, the quick flash of anger as Fern sees the attention paid her.&nbsp; <br><br>That pig!&nbsp; That rotten, stinking, asshole!&nbsp; Who the fuck does he think he is?&nbsp; All these thoughts and more, quicker than one thought is brought to the front of her mind, another flash pushes it out of the way demanding attention, each more insulting than the last as she tries desperately to hide.&nbsp; <br><br>Never, never has she been undressed before others since she was small and being bathed.&nbsp; And this piece of.. well, whatever it was,&nbsp; was NOT clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>He comes near me I'm going to kill him.&nbsp; &nbsp;That one thought brought all the others clamoring for attention to a halt.&nbsp; No more pushing and shoving.&nbsp; That one thought, at the front of the line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 14:54:39</strong>
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				Adamion removes the adhesion of his stare from Fern's sex, and shifts its target to Draque.&nbsp; He lifts his hand into a languid beckoning.<br><br><strong>"Where do you come from, brother?&nbsp; I fear Ava's family is so extensive, I cannot claim acquaintance with every span of its many branches."</strong><br><br>Draque shifts himself into a tall post more befitting the behavior of these celestial elves.&nbsp; Laying a final reassuring brush on Fern's hips, he walks around her to approach Adamion with a wary step.<br><br>"Gibeon.&nbsp; Draque of Gibeon.&nbsp; At least that's what the polite circles call me."<br><br>Adamion lifts one end of a wry smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Different names for locked parlors and revelry halls, hm?"</strong><br><br>"Something like that." Draque responds with his own model of that smile.&nbsp; He makes his way to stand a spear's distance from Adamion, measured in his speech and bearing. &nbsp;"Lord Gibeon fits the signature line of decrees well, but I've always found that kind of format confining.&nbsp; On the other hand, 'Master' has always had a certain delicious accuracy to it.&nbsp; Around here, 'Cousin' has sufficed."<br><br>Adamion spreads his arms in a wide angle of welcome.&nbsp; <strong>"Then I will call you 'cousin' as well.&nbsp; And friend, I hope.&nbsp; But most assuredly 'guest,' if you would extend me the privilege as soon as you are able."</strong><br><br>Draque opens his mouth while still formulating an answer, and the silence presents itself to the conversation like a bit of unchewed food.&nbsp; Ava's achingly lovely voice strokes aside the brief moment of dissonance.<br><br><strong>"I find the hunt has cost me my wind and patience, Lord Adamion.&nbsp; I think it best if we repair to our respective halls."</strong><br><br>Adamion's arms fold before him.&nbsp; A moment pregnant with a subtle tension later, he nods. <strong> "Then a short constitutional, to savor what I can of our new friend's company, and we will part ways."</strong><br><br>With no more ceremony, he turns and begins to saunter back toward the anxious sway of the forest rim.&nbsp; His hand coaxes Draque closer, to between the stalking spread of the pair of dripping women at his flanks.<br><br><strong>"Closer, cousin.&nbsp; Walk with me.&nbsp; I would hear how Gibeon is these days."</strong><br><br>Draque's voted is muted slightly by distance as it reaches Fern and Miaren - slightly, but profoundly all the same.&nbsp; The handful of meters separating them may as well be miles under the pull of the strange elves' company. &nbsp;"Gibeon is as Gibeon always is.&nbsp; Overly complicated."<br><br>Adamion turns the rim of his grin toward Draque as they slide into the trees ahead.&nbsp; Behind Fern and Miaren, Ava's approach signals itself with a caress of myrrh and effulgence in the air.&nbsp; A moment later, her hands graze over the nudity of their bottoms, softly exploring the curve of them.&nbsp; Circles trace themselves in wakes of uncoiling velvet.<br><br>Just as soft, as surreptitious, Ava's voice sounds in their heads.<br><br><strong>"He suspects."</strong>&nbsp; After that splinter of sweet tones is let to lodge deep in their minds, Ava adds, <strong>"You can both hear my thoughts and each others.&nbsp; Now is the time to talk, before we must focus on how to mend Draque's imperfect disguise by whatever means.&nbsp; On him, your hope of exit from the Garden depends."</strong><br><br>She follows the pair of men, coaxing Fern and Miaren forward with the satin circulation of her touch on the height of their rumps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 15:32:20</strong>
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				Miaren glances towards the two males, a faint frown creasing her brow.&nbsp; Draque was flamboyant enough that he might overdo his role and be caught up that way.&nbsp; Not for a moment did she think that he might enjoy his new role enough to be taken in by it.<br><br>"Wha-" she begins, then cuts herself off to fit her role and attempts this communication by thought.<br><br>It isn't easy for one not used to it.&nbsp; Other thoughts swirl around her 'speech':&nbsp; indignation at being displayed this way, a touch of anxiety at being dependent on Draque's charade, confusion at the casually intimate behavior of this strange elf.&nbsp; Haltingly, her mental 'voice' comes through.<br><br><em>Where are we going?&nbsp; I'd rather get out of here as soon as possible, if it's all the same to you, and I'm sure Fern feels the same way.</em>&nbsp; She seeks out her companion's eyes to affirm the truth of that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 15:42:41</strong>
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				Ava's response flows prompt, following Miaren's wonder with the seamless current of an aquifer.&nbsp; Their thoughts truly are bound.&nbsp; The immediacy and intimacy underscores the tender closeness of Ava's touch as it slides along the rim of her bottom's delve.<br><br><strong>"We will be going to my house.&nbsp; From there, Draque will have to attend Adamion's home.&nbsp; Adamion knows this world's nature better than any.&nbsp; He knows the places where it is thin, and one can slip from the Garden into other worlds.&nbsp; There is where the secrets of your escape can be found."</strong><br><br>Ahead, the two male elves banter, their conversation framed by the fluid stalk of two bare women - the "hounds" of Adamion in all their brazen muscle and voluptuous, glistening glory.<br><strong><br>"I knew you to be new here when I saw your pets.&nbsp; They're not even nourished."</strong><br><br>"They tend to have a lean diet.&nbsp; Roots, berries, other forage.&nbsp; My uncle had a hound fed on beer and meat, and her best friend was the warm spot by the heart." Draque replies casually, studying the flight of a bird as it moves from branch to branch in short flutters of its wings, before looking back on Adamion. "It's good to keep them hungry.&nbsp; Makes them want the hunt more."<br><br>Adamion laughs.&nbsp; <strong>"What wit.&nbsp; You did take my meaning, though.&nbsp; They are just puppies."</strong><br><br>Draque opts for an intense silence and a knowing grin.&nbsp; Adamion walks a bit farther before speaking again.<br><br><strong>"It so happens that I am the Lord of Nature here.&nbsp; I insist on being the one to nourish your hounds.&nbsp; You will find my work to be without peer in its glorious results."</strong><br><br>"I really couldn't impose."<br><br><strong>"I insist.&nbsp; Cousin."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 04:48:54</strong>
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				Watching the men as they turn to stroll companionably away from them, Fern's thoughts broadcast loud and clear to the other woman, her tone one of whimpering fear, as close to real panic as she has ever been in her life.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home" the only coherent thoughts clearly understood.&nbsp; Everything else a jumble of words tripping over one another.&nbsp; Too frightened to couch or control her thoughts into sentences they instead rode the wave of emotion crashing repeatedly through her mind.<br><br>Her eyes darting rapidly about the verdant field would be recognized by any passing wolf as the look of a rabbit hunted.&nbsp; Instead they find the elven woman boring into hers.&nbsp; Her emotions pinging between them as Fern tries valiantly to control the gasps of fearful breaths that would surely give them away.<br><br>"Please, there must be a way.&nbsp; Please,&nbsp; can you get us home now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 05:09:08</strong>
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				Miaren moves closer to Fern.&nbsp; She doesn't know the half-elf well, as they met mostly through Draque, but she respects her as a companion, and as a fighter.&nbsp; This is just a stranger 'battle' than they could have ever imagined.<br><br><em>Draque is going to be looking for the way out, if I understand what Ava is saying,</em> she thinks.&nbsp; <em>Meanwhile, we'll be safer by ourselves at Ava's house than we would be with Draque at Adamion's house, right?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 05:49:22</strong>
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				Panicked eyes seek out Miaren's, giving her a quick nod, her appreciation for the empathy she was showing her playing out in her eyes.&nbsp; Her stance relaxing by a millimeter as she realizes what the other woman is saying.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I think maybe you're right.&nbsp; But maybe we should stay together if we can?&nbsp; I don't like the idea of being separated.&nbsp; Anything can happen and we don't know this place.&nbsp; Do you think she will give us something else to wear?</em><br><br>Fern's uncomfortableness at her bare state evident in her stance, bringing her legs together to cover her bare sex, one hand draped seemingly negligently in front of her as her other hand gripped her opposite bicep, covering her rounded breasts as much as was possible.<br><br><em>Miaren, given the choice I'd rather fight my way out.&nbsp; <strong>That</strong> at least I understand.&nbsp; This..&nbsp; this is just..&nbsp; I don't understand anything.&nbsp; None of it makes sense.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 06:25:06</strong>
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				Ava chimes in, the gusty trill of her melodic voice insinuating itself into the intercourse of thought.&nbsp; It mimics in tone the brush of her hands on the bareness of each woman's bottom.<br><br><strong>"Fighting would be ill advised.&nbsp; It would doom both Miaren and Draque."</strong><br><br>Her expression betrays none of the concern that resonates in her deepening tone.<br><br><strong>"I will do what I can to keep you together.&nbsp; We will see about more comfortable attire when we arrive at my home."</strong><br><br>Ahead, Draque and Adamion banter heatedly.&nbsp; Bits of their conversation drift back among the ballet of falling jade leaves and the frothy crush of undergrowth and draping foliage.<br><br>"I ... don't think it necessary."<br><br><strong>"Necessary isn't the point.&nbsp; It would be a gift."</strong><br><br>"Really, that's more than generous ..."<br><strong><br>"I know.&nbsp; But consider them to be a present when you arrive at my house."</strong><br><br>"Is that an invitation?"<br><br><strong>"It most certainly is, Cousin."&nbsp; </strong>Adamion halts.&nbsp; Draque pauses by him.&nbsp; The entire errant business of the teeming forest seems to circle about the gravity of their conversation.&nbsp; Heat circulates tensely; small creatures crest the brush; insects orbit.&nbsp; The Garden holds its breath.<br><br>"I accept your invitation."<br><br><strong>"Then accept my gift.&nbsp; Otherwise, I will be insulted."</strong><br><br>Draque glances back at Fern and Miaren.&nbsp; His expression is grave as a collage of blades.&nbsp; His eyes smolder.&nbsp; Adamion skewers him on a fierce stare.<br><br>"Accepted.&nbsp; Nourishment, right?"<br><br>Adamion glides the dark crescents of his stare over to slit against Fern and Miaren.<br><br><strong>"Nourishment.&nbsp; I will make them the envy of the Garden's many beauties."</strong><br><br>Ava's voice winds its gold ribbon around the crushing stillness. <strong> "You will not be going to my house.&nbsp; You must be brave all the same.&nbsp; For all your sakes."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 08:13:56</strong>
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				Rising on the balls of her feet gave Fern an extra inch to her height, it also gave an advantage of a calculated spring should the need arise.&nbsp; Normally fleet of foot, easily having outrun at least half of the fat constables back home Fern knew, if she were in good shape, could easily outdistance them.&nbsp; But to what end?&nbsp; To leave her friends with the sure knowledge that their charade was finished, leave them to what sort of fate?<br><br>No.&nbsp; A resigned sigh held deep within her solar plexus begged to be released.&nbsp; Fern however managed the impossible, keeping the sigh in check and her feet in place as the pronouncement came.<br><br><em>Well, at least we will be all together to plot our escape?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 15:48:03</strong>
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				<em>What does he mean by nourishment?</em> Miaren wondered, unsure if it was a private thought or one shared with the other women.&nbsp; While she <em>was</em> most definitely lean, in her current attire there was no ignoring her feminine curves.&nbsp; Her breasts were high and firm, perhaps a little more than a handful, and definitely accentuated by the leather straps.&nbsp; Her hips may not have been the broad, child-bearing hips of the average tavern wench, but they still provided a nice, balancing swell to the curves of her torso.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I'd hardly say we were undernourished,</em> she adds, this time intending the other two to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 16:19:12</strong>
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				Draque begins to speed out a tone of qualification, turning a canny, hard expression to Adamion's cool countenance.&nbsp; He sets his narrow shoulders back as he speaks, raising a finger to tap the air with emphasis.<br><br>"There are different customs in Gibeon though, Cousin Adamion."&nbsp; Draque curls his lip, stepping closer into the firm, regal space of the stockier elf.&nbsp; "We don't drink before ten in the morning and we don't eat in bed.&nbsp; And we like our hounds in a more natural state, so I'd appreciate it if you'd keep any artistic impulses you might have down to a minimum."<br><br>Adamion looks back at him like just so much dark glass - brilliant and immaculate of concern.&nbsp; He raises a hand at Fern and Miaren, his fingers spreading.<br><br>Ava's voice rushes out a response in pizzicato.&nbsp; <strong>"He means he will enhance your strength, your vitality, your size, your passions."</strong><br><br>Adamion's voice is molasses over the keener flood of Ava's thoughts.&nbsp; <strong>"A minimum.&nbsp; Life is not made for minimum's."</strong><br><br>He grins subtly.<br><br><strong>"Your speed and your senses will be enhanced.&nbsp; You will be given the best facilities of hunting hounds."<br><br>"With that attitude, best you wait until I invite you." </strong> Adamion cants his head and twists that subtle grin higher.<strong>&nbsp; "See you then, cousin.&nbsp; Not a moment sooner." </strong><br><br><strong>"Obey him.&nbsp; Draque and I will arrive soon to deliver you to exit, back to your world." </strong> Ava's hand slides up to grip Fern and Miaren's flanks, seeking to indent them with the smooth certainty of her fingers.<br><br>Then Adamion's fingers close.<br><br>The Garden shuts with them.&nbsp; Trees fold away into darkness - darkness the very unbroken lightlessness of Adamion's hair.&nbsp; The sky turns the color of his eyes.&nbsp; The ground is lifted, tucked like origami into oblivion.&nbsp; Perspective truncates, refines into total blackness, collapses.&nbsp; All detail is closed away.&nbsp; All sensation is closed away.&nbsp; A moment of vertigo flares, big as darkness, in a space of darkness the size of the world.<br><br>Then the world opens.<br><br>Adamion's fingers are opening.&nbsp; The air they open in is not the air of the forest.&nbsp; This is a new place.&nbsp; It sparkles, lush and fresh in every aspect:<br><br>The horizon is a work of brushed ceramic; a lustrous cerulean washed with a glaze of tropical heat.&nbsp; Its bowl encircles the level ground tightly.&nbsp; Low houses stand in the near distance, forming an iron frame for the sky with their sprawling compound.<br><br>The roofs of the houses are peaks - supple isosceles triangles or curved and wide, all of them with sharp apexes.&nbsp; They are narrow and without fronting or decorous eaves; just smooth, black lines.&nbsp; Below them, the walls are grids of wood with a glassy substance, milky as winter mist, stretched within each rectangle.&nbsp; A bare, elevated promenade encompasses each house and connects them into a compound of strikingly precise geometry.<br><br>Within the vastness of the compound's embrace, all around Fern and Miaren, a tidy garden sprawls.&nbsp; The ground's contours heave in shallow rises and valleys like a sleeper in the throes of an extraordinary dream, their fleshy swells dusted with neat grass and sinewed with crisp, dark sandy paths.&nbsp; The paths weave in idle twists through squat groves of willow trees and groomed arrangements of flowers in prismatic fractals.&nbsp; Objects raise in iron or dark wood throughout the map of the paths - benches, lampposts of lean abstraction, racks and private gazebos.<br><br>A collection of such racks stands around the intersection where Adamion, Fern and Miaren find themselves: Some set high like painter's frames, others hunched low like breeding stocks, others still layered like playground bars; all with sinuous straps wound about them.&nbsp; <br><br>Wearing similar straps in light, seamless harnesses like Adamion, a dozen elven men stand in attendance.&nbsp; They too have the striking, brilliant qualities of celestial composure and lithesome elegance as Adamion and Ava do.&nbsp; All bow neatly at the waist in greeting to Lord Adamion.<br><br>Their Lord pays them no greeting in reply.&nbsp; His attention is embedded in Miaren and Fern, piercing them with sable intensity.&nbsp; He pivots to face them, sliding the scalpel of his stare over their bodies.<br><br><strong>"Now to get to know one another better.&nbsp; To see what you truly look like under all that imperfection." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 07:11:03</strong>
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				<em>What?&nbsp; What do you mean?&nbsp; Draque wont be with us?&nbsp; Why?</em><br><br>A feeling of disorientation, so close to actual dizziness as to be indistinguishable washed over Fern as she finds herself elsewhere.&nbsp; She knew not where, though it certainly was not where she had been.&nbsp; The sight of Miaren next to her bringing a modicum of momentary comfort.<br><br>Street instincts taking over, she casts her eyes about devouring all in sight.&nbsp; Every nuance, every barrier, every possible access to somewhere, not here, sprinted through her mind.&nbsp; Quick evaluations of possible useful items grabbed then discarded without ever leaving the balls of her feet, now resting upon foreign ground.<br><br>The men gathered near, useless.&nbsp; Disregard.<br><br>The heated gaze from their supposed benefactor glazing over her skin brought prickles of heat, fear and shame rushing to the surface, pinking her skin as much as several hours in a noon day sun.&nbsp; <br><br>"I kinda like my imperfections, if its all the same to you."&nbsp; Fern's voice cracks as its seemingly forced between parched lips.&nbsp; "Really.&nbsp; I'd just rather..... "&nbsp; her voice trails off into a nothing whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 07:26:30</strong>
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				Adamion had referred to her as a wolf before, and Miaren keeps that attitude as he inspects her.&nbsp; Her eyes narrow, and her fingers curl as she maintains a position slightly in front of Fern - not blocking the half-elf completely, but obviously protective of her.<br><br><em>The other elf said we weren't supposed to talk,</em> she thinks, hoping that whatever magic that had allowed them to hear each others' thoughts before was still in effect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 11:12:21</strong>
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				No sooner has Miaren's mental missive reached Fern, than a sharp slash of discontent cuts through Adamion's features, carving his lips into a shallow scowl, betrays his surprise.&nbsp; He sets his hands to his hips and regards Fern with a look that could flay.<br><br><strong>"So, you have been taught to talk.&nbsp; It seems Cousin Draque takes rude indulgences with his pets." </strong> His sneer levels out into an expression of modest nausea.&nbsp; <strong>"Disgusting.<br><br>"There is one last word I would have from you, pet." </strong> Adamion says in a tone like sculpted pitch.&nbsp; The other elves move smoothly closer, seeming to glide over the sandy path.&nbsp; <strong>"If you speak but once more after your next answer, I will take whatever part of your mind allows this undignified facility for speech, forever; your owner's perverse preferences be damned."</strong><br><br>His finger lifts in less time than it would take for the moment to flash.&nbsp; He points with extended arm toward Miaren.&nbsp; <strong>"Did you assist your master in instructing her?&nbsp; Does she respond to you?"</strong><br><br>His arm hangs like a guillotine blade in the air before them, eyes already slitting Fern to the quick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 12:02:11</strong>
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				A violent stabbing of his eyes held Fern in place, pinning her without pretext of gentleness awaiting her response to his demand for knowledge, quickly racking her brain for a response couched to give an honest enough answer, yet keeping Miaren far from the filleting affect of those eyes, she swallowed hard, her breath barely gracing her lips as it passes through.<br><br>"I .. I..&nbsp; I uh.. I dint..&nbsp; I dint instruct nobody..promise"&nbsp; Her voice trembling, comes out a huskily whispered contralto.&nbsp; "I dint."<br><br>Barely moving,&nbsp; barely daring to breath, Fern's eyes growing wider, the knife's edge of his countenance slicing a line directly to hers.&nbsp; The ferocity of his gaze sets her hands to tremble.&nbsp; Balling her small fists in a valiant attempt to quiet them, eyes blinking to bring much needed moisture back to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 19:28:44</strong>
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				Miaren thinks fast as well, giving a flick of mental approval for Fern's answer - they could still communicate this way if they were careful about it.&nbsp; Fern's answer <em>is</em> completely honest.&nbsp; She hasn't instructed Miaren in anything - much less speech.<br><br>Responding to body language isn't the same thing as responding to speech, however, and Miaren has observed wild and tame creatures long enough to know various possibilities that would be 'appropriate' reactions for a hunting pet protecting one of its pack-mates in distress.<br><br>Lowering her stance a little, and never taking her eyes off of Adamion, she eases closer to Fern, letting only an inarticulate rumble pass through her throat.<br><br><em>Play the part.&nbsp; We'll be out of this soon,</em> she reminds herself, and hopefully Fern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 19:38:29</strong>
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				Adamion considers Fern's comment with a wary expression.&nbsp; His brows are lowered, fit to gripping some inscrutable consideration.&nbsp; For awhile, the only movement in the Garden is the languid brush of the wind, like some sultry odalisque running her tongue along Fern and Miaren's bareness in welcome.<br><br>Then his scathing glare slides over to Miaren.&nbsp; It catches the protective shift of her posture, skims along the supple tensions that migrate through her soft limbs.&nbsp; He runs its edge through her eyes and sharpens it at her rumble.<br><br>When he speaks, it is with a measured dominance to his tone, as though leading Fern along her first steps as a child.&nbsp; <strong>"She certainly seems disposed to you though, and it would be a shame for us to have to control her with whips and magics."</strong><br><br>He extends an arm to indicate a nearby rack - a work of mellow, dark wood set at medium height in two brackets - one to balance a bent set of hips, another to support the upper body.&nbsp; Straps run along it, allowing a figure to be affixed while bent forward, haunches raises, bound around the waist, over the chest and by the arms.<br><br><strong>"Lead her there, bend her forward and fasten her."</strong> Adamion commands unhurriedly, in a voice that suggests no possibility of Fern's defiance. <strong> "You may take your time and gentle her.&nbsp; If you require guidance, simply look to me.&nbsp; Again - no more words."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 11:02:13</strong>
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				The feel of the wind along her bare flesh brought shivers to her skin.&nbsp; Shivers strengthened by the command in his voice and ice in his eyes.&nbsp; As his gaze shifts so to does the shivers travel, matching his gaze, tightening her muscles while those not in direct contact with his vision relaxed of their own accord.<br><br><em>Miaren, I don't know if you can still hear me, but I am so sorry.&nbsp; I didn't know.&nbsp; I didn't understand.&nbsp; I'm so scared.&nbsp; I just want to go home.&nbsp; I am so, so very sorry.</em><br><br>Bringing her hands to guide Miaren toward the wooden appliance took almost every ounce of strength left to her.&nbsp; So strong was the desire to not do this to her.&nbsp; Whatever 'this' would turn out to be, she knew, instinctively, at a gut level..&nbsp; it was not something she wished for her.<br><br><em>I wish Draque were here.&nbsp; I knew he could get us out of this but I cant think of anything to do that wont make things worse.&nbsp; I'm sorry.</em><br><br>Tears glistening unshed, clinging to her lower lashes cloud her vision as she gently guides Miaren to the device, hands barely touching her as she complies to her instructions.&nbsp; Not a whimper, not a sound of any sort escaping her lips to betray his commands.<br><br>Bending her over the device Fern's tear filled eyes make the buckles on the straps near impossible to see.&nbsp; Going by feel alone she carefully closes them.<br><br><em>I didn't tighten them completely.&nbsp; You can get out if you work it a little.&nbsp; If you get the chance, run.&nbsp; Don't worry about me.</em>&nbsp; Her inner voice giving away a rueful laugh. <em>I'm a survivor, remember?&nbsp; I'll be right behind you, but if you get the chance.&nbsp; Go.&nbsp; Don't look back.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 19:37:41</strong>
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				Miaren doesn't fight as Fern guides her towards the frame.&nbsp; The most she does is lean her head onto the other woman's shoulder for a moment before Fern starts to fasten the straps.<br><br><em>If I make it difficult, Fern will be punished,</em> Miaren thinks.&nbsp; She can feel the slack that Fern has left, but she chooses to bide her time.&nbsp; <em>Maybe, if I show him we can behave, there won't be any more problems.</em>&nbsp; The restraint have her slightly off balance, with her hips lifted and the rest of her bent forward, which in itself makes her nervous.&nbsp; Lean, strong leg muscles quiver with the desire to be off and moving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 19:54:07</strong>
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				Adamion watches with a regal remove as Fern goes about fastening Miaren, and Miaren, with her lay of her cheek to Fern's shoulder, complies.&nbsp; The operation of affixing Miaren to the rack is performed in silence; just the idle crunch of gravel and the rapid bass of heartbeats.&nbsp; Under Miaren's bare skin, the wood of the frame is as smooth as a seal's skin, its dark dimensions set against her in implacable bars.&nbsp; Their solidity is almost resonant, it is so present and intense.&nbsp; It subtly grooves Miaren's skin with its press.<br><br>When the bondage is complete, and Fern is left with only trembling and invasive panic to attend, Adamion circles close.&nbsp; The edged investigation of his glance shaves over Miaren and the bonds.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Your work needs improvement."&nbsp; </strong>He notes, tone skeletal.&nbsp; His hands dip to tighten Miaren's bonds.&nbsp; He moves as fluidly as the tropical breeze, which continuously lolls its soft, hot tongue over the quarters of Fern and Miaren's bareness.<br><br><strong>"Stroke her back to keep her calm."&nbsp; </strong>Adamion commands.&nbsp; The lithe teak of his hands coast down the bursts of tension that flock through Miaren's thighs; he strokes that silken skin, its sensitivity leaping under his grasp.&nbsp; Up and down her legs, warm strength flows in a light massage - from the tender junction behind Miaren's knees, to the achingly aware crease where her groin joins her thighs.<br><strong><br>"If she cries, you may kiss her to help her stop." </strong> He suggests it as though it were a common mercy.&nbsp; It is followed by a languid draw of air through his nose, plucking it from the silky, timid divide of Miaren's spread vagina.&nbsp; <br><br>The sliding hands firm.&nbsp; His voice firms.<br><br><strong>"This part is hard for most young hounds."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 02:32:24</strong>
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				Nerves tied tight in bundles throughout, Fern's posture betrays a tenseness, an alertness to every subtle nuance as Adamion stalks foreward, his gaze intent on the straps.&nbsp; Readied for flight, her weight balanced on the balls of her feet, Fern complies with the steel in his voice, lightly stroking down the length of Miaren's back.&nbsp; Left momentarily without recourse Fern's only actions, those dictated.<br><br>Unable to meet her gaze by posture and by the wash of embarrassed shame brought by her unthinking words Fern instead focuses her panicked eyes on the gravel beneath her feet.&nbsp; That, at least, was safe and understood.&nbsp; Solid earth, the crunch of stone slipping against stone underfoot.&nbsp; It was familiar, bringing a profound sense of longing to again walk the streets of her home.&nbsp; To feel the night breezes as she melted from shadow to shadow.<br><br>Breath forcing itself through flared nostrils brought no calming touch as she tried desperately to remind herself of the calming exercises necessary before each new venture.&nbsp; Her heart thrubbing hard against her rib cage brought an ache to her breasts she had not felt in all of her nocturnal wanderings.&nbsp; Always before there was a way out. Always before an avenue of escape.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 04:28:17</strong>
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				In her current position, Miaren has a hard time seeing what's going on - under she feels the slightest wash of warm breath between her legs.&nbsp; Her head comes up in a panic, despite her urging to Fern that they follow instructions.&nbsp; She draws her legs closer together, further hampering her balance with the narrow stance, but not eager to give Adamion free and complete access to her most intimate regions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 05:24:20</strong>
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				Adamion steps to set his side near Miaren's left leg, no longer arranged directly behind her, but slightly off to the side.&nbsp; He looks down for a long while on the clenching details that are spread in the satiny divide below: The florid vale beginning at Miaren's spine and sliding down to her ripe pubis; the grasping rosette of her anus; the spongy bit of perineum; the pink folds below.&nbsp; As he does, he gestures for an attendant.<br><br>All attendants draw closer around; one in particular bears over an open pot of cream - a hexagon of black teak wood, with mounting curs riding their bitches in a flaming pattern of rut featured on every aspect.&nbsp; Adamion gathers up the cream - a transparent lotion that smells almost odorless, only the faintest hint of cinnamon to it - in one hand while looking down on Miaren.<br><br><strong>"Attend her well now, pet." </strong>He cautions, the dark scorch of his eyes seizing Fern with a flash up, before diving back down to the tremulous slice of Miaren's vagina.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Gentle her well."&nbsp; </strong>His hand lowers, curtained in the running transparency of oil, great drapes of it spilling to the ground.<br><br><strong>"This ... stings."&nbsp; </strong>He skates his lithe, long fingers down from that most tender, most private socket of Miaren's anus, down over the timid folds of her lips, down to her clitoris' shy bead, hanging under its hood.&nbsp; The touch is fluid and it is deliciously oily, its wake clinging with heat.&nbsp; It was powerful, and not unpleasant.<br><br>Then, with the suddenness of a swallow, Miaren's coated flesh begins to drink in the oil.&nbsp; Feeling erupts like a metal flower, opening at the head of every nerve.<br><br>And it is not stinging.&nbsp; Adamion was wrong.&nbsp; It is sudden, yes, and acute, yes - it is warm; hot, even.&nbsp; But this soaks in euphoria all that it enflames.&nbsp; It aggravates, but it gets blood thumping in, circling, promising to soothe.&nbsp; <br><br>In that slick instant, the oil impregnates Miaren's vagina with a wild sensitivity - it tethers each nerve to the wilderness, and yanks lust through them.&nbsp; It does not sting.&nbsp; Stinging swells flesh for the wrong reasons.<br><br>This swells Miaren's flesh with a bone-deep, enthralling reason:&nbsp; A need to be touched, to be filled, to be used.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 16:46:49</strong>
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				Miaren isn't some naive farm-girl, innocent of the feelings of arousal.&nbsp; She has never felt those feelings arise without some kind of reason, however.&nbsp; Despite the fact that she isn't sexually attracted to either Fern or their captor, her folds suddenly feel as full and moist as ripe fruit after a spring rain, and that fact brings a gasp to her lips and a flush to her face.&nbsp; <br><br>The warmth continues to spread, and with it comes the knowledge that only contact - pressure - friction - will ease that heat.&nbsp; Miaren's thighs press together more firmly, this time trying to provide that ease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 19:25:13</strong>
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				Adamion's fingers return to the pliant flesh of Miaren's sex, arriving like a slow, sleek host of smooth force.&nbsp; They carve down from the rosebud of her bottom's awakened hole.&nbsp; They run richly through the darkening petals of her sex, slicing the blossom wider - inspiring it to tremble and cling as it is widened.&nbsp; They tease with a graze of her entrance, licking over that spongy socket.&nbsp; They make their way to the head of her clitoris, yoke it lightly, and tug it carefully from its hood.<br><br>They release. They arrive at the ring of her anus again.&nbsp; They repeat the dazzling slide.<br><br>As he strokes Miaren, Adamion impales her body on his glare.&nbsp; His breathing deepens, and comes sultry when he speaks to Fern.<br><br><strong>"Stand before her.&nbsp; Close to her face.&nbsp; Very close."</strong><br><br>Another exhilarating skim runs through the cringing divide of Miaren's vagina, pushing flesh and feeling wide, and sending the harp strings of her nerves singing in frenzy.&nbsp; Each stroke seems to make the soaking oil work deeper.&nbsp; It begins to couple with hormones, altering them, transforming Miaren's blood into an animal simmer.&nbsp; She almost seems to feel the flesh changing, becoming more alert and bestial.&nbsp; The chemical pulses that travel back to her brain begin to sow that ripe lust into her consciousness, making her more than aroused:&nbsp; Making her into a female animal in season - a beast in heat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 21:19:07</strong>
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				The scent of arousal unmistakable, overpowering as Fern moves hesitantly to stand as she is directed, directly in Miaren's line of sight.&nbsp; Keeping a full foot between them her wide eyed gaze traveling from Miaren's face over her back to the line of her hips dipping towards the ground and back to her face.&nbsp; Closing her eyes did little good to close herself off from the scent and sound.&nbsp; It did however, did a sense of distance to the unreality invading her senses.&nbsp; <br><br>The flesh of her body quivering around the straps covering her body, more of an accent to her lush features than any real concealment.&nbsp; The touch of a careless breeze sending goosebumps in trails along its path.<br><br><em>Miaren, Miaren?&nbsp; Are you ok?&nbsp; Can you hear me?&nbsp; What is he doing to you?</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 21:53:02</strong>
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				Miaren's embarrassment extends to her mental voice.&nbsp; <em>Something - in that oil.&nbsp; It's made me -</em> Her thought breaks off with a moan as Adamion's fingers skate across her sex again.&nbsp; She tries to look up at Fern, but finds that her gaze seems drawn to the other woman's sex or breasts.&nbsp; Perhaps that is due to the natural angle of her body, but it is disconcerting, nonetheless.<br><br><em>Shades, I feel like a sailor after a month at sea,</em> Miaren thinks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 23:16:25</strong>
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				Adamion moves like pyre smoke behind Fern.&nbsp; He is close enough to feel as a blade of tension, pressed to her back.&nbsp; A deep, grim heat emanates from him; he is all weightless movements and heavy menace.<br><br>A single finger raises from his lean hand.&nbsp; It moves to set itself on the right edge of Fern's chin.&nbsp; It holds there - poised, delicate, deadly.&nbsp; She knows that to resist it is to disobey, to disobey is to invite disaster.&nbsp; He might as well have a razor against a seam of her spine.&nbsp; <br><br>His voice washes with a fine, dry exhalation through her hair.<br><br><strong>"Hold still."</strong><br><br>His other hand brings a phial around, keeping it lifted above Fern's breasts.&nbsp; A turn of his thumb, and its glass chamber opens.&nbsp; Fluid, bright as a potion and limpid as glacier water, pours down in an aromatic simmer onto her chest.&nbsp; The smell of it is like a nectarine, touched with a clean citrus hint.&nbsp; It splashes, bath water warm, onto the tip of one breast, drenching the nipple with its faintly tingling rush.&nbsp; <br><br>At the movement of Adamion's hand, the liquid continues to pour.&nbsp; It runs over the height of her breast, trickling down in lean and scintillating lines, then spatters across the next breast.&nbsp; Soon Fern's other teat is doused, cringing with excitement under the beat of the fluid and its thrilling cling.&nbsp; Drops slide down the firm bulbs of her chest to cluster at the nipples, beading the rim of the aureole and dripping from the tip.<br><br>A final turn of his hand brings its last rivulets to splash on her lower belly.&nbsp; They worm there, pooling a moment on the panting plane of Fern's tummy, then slide in a flock of thin fingers to bring that tingling fluid to fill her sex's tense divide.<br><br>Adamion removes the vial.&nbsp; He keeps his finger on Fern's chin, making her look forward.&nbsp; His command comes as no surprise to the blooming beats that rush through her sensitive flesh as it swells and tightens.<br><br><strong>"Make her lick.&nbsp; She must take all of it from you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 07:04:19</strong>
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				A glacial chill eeks through her at his words, the vial pouring its contents across resistant skin.&nbsp; Every slide of liquid across flesh sends a scream of denial through her brain.&nbsp; The scent and heat of it seem perfectly harmless, though Fern knows this cannot be so.&nbsp; Nothing, absolutely nothing in this place is as it appears.<br><br>A body gone to stone could not have known stillness equalling Fern's as that hazardous concoction slide its way over and into the intimate regions of her flesh.&nbsp; The tiniest of whimpers, quickly stoppered by her lips rises from her throat, breath shuddering its way out through flaring nostrils.<br><br><strong>"Make her lick.&nbsp; She must take all of it from you."</strong><br><br><em>Please, no, please no, please.. I just want to go home</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Fern's internal lament repeating in a continuous loop of despair, eyes closing tight, she steps forward, closing the distance, well into range of Miaren's lips and tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 07:12:13</strong>
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				Miaren's nostrils flare as Fern steps closer.&nbsp; She cranes her neck to look at her companion's eyes, making a deliberate effort to do that.&nbsp; She is also wary of the strange concoction, especially in light of the one that is already percolating in her veins.<br><br><em>We can't raise his suspicions,</em> she thinks, worried and hesitant about what she is about to do.&nbsp; She has never put her mouth on another woman - except for once when she had to treat a snakebite - and especially not anywhere intimate.<br><br>She has no choice.&nbsp; Still fidgeting from the ointment that has inflamed her sex, she starts to lick at the flat plane of Fern's stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 07:29:34</strong>
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				The taste of the concoction is as it smells - that of a nectarine, lazy and amber sweet, tinged with the inspiring bite of citrus sharpness; little suggestions of orange, lemon and lime that blossom fully only halfway down the throat.&nbsp; Miaren feels the effect of it immediately, or at least its overture: A mellow vitality, swelling gently at her muscles, as if they were becoming stronger - as if they were growing.<br><br>The fidgeting has caused her breasts to begin to sway, and the vitality of the oil pools there too.&nbsp; The twin bulbs want to engorge; they want to bloat with blood and simmer in feeling.&nbsp; The effects of the ointment, still transforming Miaren's sex into a sopping flower running over with moisture, encourage that feeling.&nbsp; Miaren can sense that the ointment has knit firmly with her hormones; the rush of her pulse has an inebriated, wild quality about it.&nbsp; It seems to work at the fastenings of her thoughts, prizing logic away, dissolving rational processes.<br><br>Behind Fern, Adamion is shifting.&nbsp; The smell of another ointment, one obtained from somewhere on his person, scents the air with a musky, greasy aroma.<br><br><strong>"Some encouragement for you, shy puppy." </strong> He intones, voice like a sacrament. <br><br>Then the new ointment makes itself known - a lubricious welt of it is slid by Adamion's finger between the hemispheres of Fern's bottom, and blooms warm on her sphincter.&nbsp; The rosette clenches in reflex.&nbsp; But already, the finger is smoothing in the lubricant, its properties melting Fern's resistance softly, turning the wrinkled, anxious socket into a puddle of yielding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 08:14:50</strong>
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				The first touch of tongue to taunt belly sends Fern's muscles jumping, her jangled nerves fraying like the ends of a rope ripped loose from its mooring knot.&nbsp; A whimper, louder than the first by no more than a whisper of breeze across sand, shakes itself loose from her belly as her hands squeeze into tight fists balled against her thighs.<br><br><em>Oh gods Draque, where are you?</em><br><br>Eyes closed tight trying to avoid the sights and the reality around her fly open, her jaw dropping with supple lips forming a surprised O with the first touch of Adamion's ointment on her exposed flesh as a strangled gasp fails to stop as intelligence would dictate, dragging out a piercing wail of primal fear.&nbsp; One word carried on the wind, "Noooooooo!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 14:37:39</strong>
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				Scent, taste, and the swelling warmth of the two potions take hold of Miaren's senses.&nbsp; The fact that she is licking it off of <em>someone</em> starts to fade from importance as her tongue dips lower, teasing drops of the citrusy fluid from Fern's outer folds.&nbsp; <br><br>At about that time, though, she hears Fern cry out.&nbsp; She hasn't seen what Adamion is doing behind the half-elf, and fears not only that the sound will result in further consequences, but also that it is a result of the licking.<br><br>No words come through the mental link, though.&nbsp; Worry comes through.&nbsp; Soothing concern comes through.&nbsp; And all that time, Miaren's tongue continues to wash away that strange, invigorating liquid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 14:44:33</strong>
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				Fern's fierce cry arches sharp over the Garden.&nbsp; Adamion's reply practically glazes over its surface:&nbsp; He caresses Fern's throat with one hand, while the other holds her bottom securely in a shockingly powerful grip.&nbsp; The lean fingers harness one globe of her bottom, denting the flesh lightly as he takes hold.<br><br><strong>"Shhh."</strong> He hushes, one hand caressing while the other holds firm.&nbsp; His words play over her ear, level and strong.&nbsp; <strong>"Show some will, little one.&nbsp; You will be moved, one way or the other.&nbsp; Better you endure it with composure."</strong><br><br>With that, Adamion plays the part of supple harness about Fern - hand collaring her throat, hand on her haunch, arms enclosing her sides, and the perpetual midnight of his eyes soaking her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 10:46:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands upon her flesh, arms encircling seem to carry a menace stronger, more pronounced than his words.&nbsp; That feeling of helpless desperation, of the loss of control over her very being her most avid fear.&nbsp; More powerful and all encompassing than any other for the half elf.&nbsp; Usually given to flights of fancy, going as feelings dictate the loss of freedom itself terrifying holding her in its iron grip even as his hand strokes her throat, the quiet hushing almost gentle to her ear.<br><br>Trembling as a leaf before its fall during the autumn turning Fern can only stand, stricken to her core as the ointment works its way over her body, insidious, carrying the scent of spring as Miaren's tongue delves her untouched flesh.&nbsp; Warmth spreading, the muscles binding her intimacies slowly ease with the calm caresses of the oil into yielding flesh.<br><br>Unwilling though her mind may be, her body betrays that fear sliding perilously close to pleasure at the feel of the invading laps of Miaren's hungry tongue, the fingers digging into the softly swelling flesh.&nbsp; Unable to close her eyes, a darkness draws itself over her slowly, creeping in to cover her denials.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 16:22:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren continues in her attentions until the taste of citrus has faded to the taste of Fern.&nbsp; It is not a familiar taste - not identifiable precisely - but it is no longer the taste of the potion she has been instructed to lick away.&nbsp; Abandoning that region, she again moved upwards across Fern's stomach, ensuring that she has cleaned the last residues from that area as well before proceeding into new territory.<br><br>Before long, Miaren has stretched herself to the limit of her bindings, barely able to wash the undersides of Fern's breasts.&nbsp; It is like being drunk, but with no loss of clarity.&nbsp; Indeed, she is keenly <em>aware</em> in a way that she hasn't been ever before, and she is intoxicated by that feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 16:44:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A slide of Adamion's lithe arm about Fern's shoulders transforms his embrace into a harness.&nbsp; He holds her balanced, suspended on the blank textured leather of his arm about her upper body.&nbsp; Her weight is held captive there, all the vertigo and fear and wonder in her body seized in the sling of his strength.<br><br><strong>"Lower now.&nbsp; Help her lick it all.&nbsp; Can you see how she's straining?"&nbsp; </strong>Adamion's voice stretches languid through the octaves of inquiry.&nbsp; Fern's ear tingles as the laudanum of his tone slides in to stain her thoughts.&nbsp; On her shoulder, his fingers describe what strain is with a subtle crush of her flesh.&nbsp;<strong> "Can you see how she wants it?&nbsp; Look into her eyes."</strong><br><br>He lowers Fern, leaning her bosom's underside into the feasting of Miaren's face.&nbsp;<strong> "Look.<br><br>"Help her."</strong><br><br>And below, his fingers tug on the harness that splits so tightly around the delta of her sex.&nbsp; The downy pocket is snugly crushed in the mouth of the leather divide.&nbsp; Feeling is pinched to a fine, bright head.&nbsp; Flesh is shifted, confined, contracted.&nbsp; And the ghost of Miaren's licking is disturbed again, made to rise in red relief to the surface of Fern's attention.<br><br>Within Miaren, the potions run their course.&nbsp; The nectarine lotion licked from Fern's body continues to feed her every cell, making the components of her body feel dilated and robust.&nbsp; Health breathes like an animal on the rut within her.&nbsp; Blending with this sensation, the finer work of the ointment bloating the needs and senses of her sex and anus continues its spell:&nbsp; <br><br>It seems to make memory an evasive, curious thing, oiled by the wet immediacy of the moment.&nbsp; Vocabulary transforms into its primal essence - the articulate dance of syllables in sequence becomes less clear, less meaningful, than the intonation and emphasis behind them; their raw, growling intent.&nbsp; Thought becomes a thing of smell.&nbsp; These transformations are still only suggestions, still only an accent on Miaren's awareness, but she can feel them taking place all the same.&nbsp; The charge of fluid infused into her sex is turning airy thought into an experience foremost of flesh.&nbsp; It is a transformation not far removed from ecstasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 02:28:54</strong>
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				A shiver of struggle runs through her body with the harnessing of Fern's will to his. His arms binding, his voice a caressing promise, brooking no argument.&nbsp; Carving fingers delve into her shoulder giving a minute wordless description of what is to come should Fern refuse him.<br><br>A caged whimper claws its way with her breath through flared nostrils as she feels herself lowered, delivered to Miaren's hungry tongue.&nbsp; The ravenous feeding continuing across her breasts, nipples puckering with the rasp of her tongue devouring the citrus oil.<br><br>"Please, please, please.. I've never..&nbsp; " whispered pleas for release find intelligence before she could continue, halting her as her face flushes crimson preventing an admission of innocence.<br><br>Unable to meet the other woman's eyes, she instead closes them preventing the intimacy as she relaxes to the inevitable taking of her flesh.&nbsp; Her mind keeping itself private through the simple expediency of missing visual cues.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 03:47:34</strong>
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				Miaren hears the tremor in those words, even if they no longer make full sense to her.&nbsp; Fern is frightened.&nbsp; Almost immediately, the tenor of her actions changes subtly.&nbsp; Instead of scouring her companion's flesh clean, her licks become more delicate, dabbing up the citrusy potion as she works across the newly-accessible curves of the other's breasts.&nbsp; Sympathy, unseen by its intended recipient, wells in her green eyes.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Almost done.</em>&nbsp; It doesn't come across in precise words, but more as a sensation of reaching an end, seasoned with the tense heat that surrounds her own intimate regions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 04:37:12</strong>
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				<strong>"You will, though." </strong>Adamion purrs like a blooded sabretooth to Fern, continuing to bend her forward.&nbsp; <strong>"That much, and endlessly more."</strong><br><br>His body seems a bondage rack itself - a scheme of firm strips of muscle fastened about a solid, slender frame.&nbsp; Fern, with an arm clasped in a tight mantle across her shoulders, and a hand seizing the soft heights of her thigh, may as well be lashed to a willow.&nbsp; Adamion's skin is a soft scrape riding the bow of her back; his nipples graze over the rolling rise of her heartbeat with soft slices on her shoulder blades.&nbsp; The arms and legs pressed to her imprint her rushing blood with the urgency of his ardor.&nbsp; Touching his tensed, wide thighs, his barrel of a rib cage, his belly's slate, Fern feels her nerves forced to drink deep from the masculine arousal capturing her and shaping her.&nbsp; <br><br>As he bends her forward, two attendants descend from either side, moving with all the predatory decorum of a murder of crows.&nbsp; They lock their hands about Fern's arms and spread them, making fluid and fast to tie her wrists with leather banding to the rack supporting Miaren's rump, placing her fingers where she not only can, but must brush Miaren there.<br><br>And behind Fern, another leathery presence drives into her - the harness-sheathed stud of Adamion's sex, long and smooth as a horn, goring softly over the damp slice of her vagina.&nbsp; As that musky fruit cuts open, he lifts; his body bears Fern's teat to slap Miaren's mouth again, the nipple tap-dancing on her lip in tight, red sensation.&nbsp; And there he holds Fern, bound and being bound further, open and soon to be entered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 11:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Desperation born on the wings of fear and panic rises, falls, finally making a slow death of it as the last vestige of the citrus oil is licked, now with some sense of comfort versus devouring upon her tongue.&nbsp; This minute minuscule comfort goes unnoticed as the ball of abject terror grows inside Fern's belly.&nbsp; Unable to move from the very competant and thorough binding of her to the wooden device, worn smooth.. by..&nbsp; who knows?<br><br>The scent of his musk seems unnaturally strong, filling her senses, casually pushing aside the spring scent of nectarine.&nbsp; Almost at the point of capitulation, one final scream is ripped from her lungs at the feel of invading flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 16:32:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the citrus taste fades, Miaren shivers, feeling Fern's hands being moved closer to the desperate heat below her waist.&nbsp; Her head turns to follow the brush of female flesh against her cheek as their shoulders come even.<br><br>She wants to be touched.&nbsp; Her attempt to ease their situation by being compliant has given the potion more of a foothold, even if she is just as worried as her companion by its effect.&nbsp; She can no longer pretend that everything will be alright, but she nuzzles against Fern nonetheless, trying to offer comfort.<br><br>Words have failed her.&nbsp; She remembers them, but the heat has made them too much of an effort to form.&nbsp; She answers Fern's scream with a despairing whine of her own, letting warm breath spill over the breast against her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 16:48:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion raises up off of Fern; his presence distills to a warm shadow and a tropical drizzle of fingertips, wandering through the torrid delve of her sex - wading and sliding, plumbing the shallow hole and threatening to climb the anxious summit of her clitoris.&nbsp; His touches are as instructive as they are searching - they lift at the clingy clitoral hood, brush hairs in place, smooth, straighten, lift, teach what the subtlest piercing feels like.<br><br>His voice is a pedantic rumble.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll have to see about that whine of yours.&nbsp; It is undignified, even for a lap pet."</strong><br><br>Behind Miaren, the pair of attendants that affixed Fern over the rack gather for another purpose.&nbsp; One brushes his own side and produces, seemingly from empty air, a long, leather corded stalk that flares into a wide thatch of groomed, black hair on one end, and has a firm, bulging taper on the other.&nbsp; The taper is a swollen plug, nearly two inches in circumference at the flare of its conical shape, and then has a chain of three smaller, round bulges, each less than an inch wide, that connect it to the stalk of spiraled leather.&nbsp; <br><br>One attendant begins to brush the instrument from the narrow tip of it, up to the final bulge.&nbsp; Gloss emerges to slicken its length to a shine.&nbsp; The other reaches to touch Miaren's bottom, his fingers circling the anxious hole.<br><br>Gloss blooms there, too.&nbsp; Miaren feels it pucker out of her own skin, as if the nervous wrinkles were, in their rising hysteria, producing dollops of greasy sweat.&nbsp; The moisture forces itself from her flesh, dimpling its way out of her, and then oozes in warm runnels to sheath her hole and the pocket of sensitive sex skin below.&nbsp; The attendant's touches guide the moisture, easing smears of it close enough that her clenching anus can sip it in, roll it like brandy in its tight mouth, and sear pleasantly in appreciation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 03:22:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Soft pants of breath caressing the polished wood beneath her, her only response to his words.&nbsp; Unfurling fingers offer a delicate caress of commiseration as Fern's small hand finds Miaren's flank, soothing herself as well as Miaren with the simple contact.&nbsp; <br><br>Body and intimate flesh quivering in anticipated worry as Adamion's questing fingers continue their relentless path.&nbsp; Every breath of chilled breeze across her opened folds mingle with his heated touch.&nbsp; Unwilling though her mind may be, a knowledgeable touch brings shivers of what can only be called pleasure coursing through her.&nbsp; <br><br>That very pleasure adding to the fear.&nbsp; Fear of what was being accomplished on Miaren, what they would then do with her, of what she would become.&nbsp; She knew without needing to expend thought beyond instinct, the women from earlier, that is what she and Miaren would become should Adamion's plans for them came to fruition.<br><br>"Please, I'll do whatever you want.&nbsp; Just please, I don't, I cant.. please don't.. I don't want to lose me."<br><br>Incautious words come out in a hushed, whispered rush, begging to retain that which was the only thing of value she owned.&nbsp; Her own mind.&nbsp; Cringing against what she knows not, her neck bows, forehead down in begging supplication.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 03:37:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren can not see what is behind her.&nbsp; She can only feel the smooth slip of ointment, oddly soothing and exciting at the same time.&nbsp; It is warming her, not only at the surface of that opening, but farther inside as well.<br><br>Instinct tells her that she should look, no matter how intoxicating the potion is.&nbsp; With a deliberate heave, she raises her head, muscles straining as she turns her head to look over her shoulder.&nbsp; Eyes widen as she sees the device in the attendant's hand, and makes the connection between the glistening bulges and the slick attention to her behind.<br><br>She surges against the leather straps, wanting to get away now.&nbsp; Wanting to get away, free Fern, and get home, in about that order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 05:42:42</strong>
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				Adamion stands behind Fern's upraised haunches with exacting poise.&nbsp; His hands are where the idleness in him gathers - they roam about her rump and back, investigating the slenderness.&nbsp; Fingers clench lightly to test tensility.&nbsp; Nails skate down the luge of her spine.&nbsp; A palm seals her sex's slit swelling in a warm, woodwork hand.<br><br>He lets the rub of his hand wander where it will, but refuses to let it leave Fern's body, keeping up a constant scrape of friction as it treats her body as its toy - as its terrain to explore and shape.<br><br>"If you would not 'lose yourself', then I must depend on this self of yours to obey.&nbsp; If you would obey, pet your hound to calm her.&nbsp; And if you continue in this pliant vein, and even show some effort to be ardent in your pleasing me, I may show mercy and allow you to keep the faculty of your voice."<br><br>Behind Miaren, the attendant takes similar liberties.&nbsp; Her thrashing hardly slows him, as much as it slightly shivers the rack.&nbsp; Fluid and sure, his lean finger pushes pea after pea of the ointment into her bottom.&nbsp; There, in the ferociously tight socket, the fluid is instantly clasped and crushed long.&nbsp; And as it wallows in its anxious, raw massage, Fern's bottom is treated to the thrillingly smooth slide of the finger following the fluid it pushes in - the attendant forcing the entire lithe length of his forefinger, knuckle after firm knuckle, into her anus.&nbsp; He lays satin caresses on her rectum.&nbsp; He curls his finger to rub in the oil.&nbsp; Then he draws it out, licks around the hole to help it remember what it is to be wide and seething with feeling, and slides in the finger again.<br><br><strong>"Calm her." </strong>Adamion practically snarls now, his tone like a poised whip at the extent of its black tension.&nbsp; His hands on Fern's side stroke up her belly in one direction, against the underside of her breast in another. <strong> "Touch her sex.&nbsp; Let her know you're doing it.&nbsp; Let her know, this is alright."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 11:28:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reprieve?&nbsp; Or is it?&nbsp; His commands given in slicing tones refuse to be disobeyed. An apologetic grimace and she slides her hand over to the mound of Miaren's sex, gently petting as one would stroke the soft hair between a dogs ears.&nbsp; She tries to convince herself that is all she is doing though the scent of arousal carried to her makes the fallacy difficult, near impossible to maintain.<br><br>"Shhh.. its ok..shhh.. just.. we're ok.. really.. we're not dead.&nbsp; That's good.. right?&nbsp; We're ok. Shhhh.."<br>Through panicked and quivering slightly, Fern's glibness of tongue might again work in her favor.&nbsp; "shh.. shhh shhhh".&nbsp; She pets her slowly, her monologue pitched low and hopefully comforting.<br><br>The snarl from Adamion diametrically opposed to the honeyed response from Fern to Miaren.&nbsp; His hands hardly ones intended to sooth, instead brought shivers over her skin as they continued to stroke, adjusting her skin to his touch much as one would teach a horse to accept a man's touch, gentling but not gentle, more domineering, not to be disobeyed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 18:38:51</strong>
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				<em>F-fern?</em>&nbsp; The mental voice is awkward, thick, as though it was being 'spoken' through a mouth as dry as cotton.&nbsp; <em>Hard - to think - sorry...</em>&nbsp; Regret is heavy in the words, both for getting them to this point, and for then risking Adamion's anger.<br><br>She continues to watch the attendant over her shoulder.&nbsp; The rod of what he holds looks too wide to fit where it was so obviously intended, and she feels her heart racing, but she stills to a mere tremor.&nbsp; Fern's touch is comforting, both as the simple contact between equals and as the more insidious soothing of the ointment's demand for intimate touch.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, the health of the citrus potion filters into her veins.&nbsp; She feels invigorated, even in her imprisonment.&nbsp; She knows that if she weren't tied down, she could run forever, scale the cliff without her missing rope, and be far from Adamion before he could do anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 18:54:05</strong>
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				Now, bound, Miaren's vitality can only fixate on what is inflicted on it: The slide of the finger.&nbsp; The final lift of it as it smooths open the channel of her bottom, holding the clasp of her anus up to make it shiver with yielding vulnerability.&nbsp; The acute touch of the leather cone's tip, settling on the hot seethe of that ring's underside.&nbsp; The nestling of it into place.<br><br>And then, in a fluid motion that catches Miaren's breath and pulls it as it does her thrilling muscle, the slide of the cone into her body.&nbsp; Width flushes into her senses, as nerves strain into trembling circlets around a shape that offers no comfort but for its frictionless surface.&nbsp; Width goes on and on, stretching her - dilating Miaren's bottom to surrender, to the shaking places beyond, to the flashes of feeling that flock like crazed stars beyond, and then to the sear of sheer, raw openness.<br><br>Fern watches it all - the motion of the attendants, cool as wind, feeding the vast plug into flesh just inches from her fingers' tingling brush.&nbsp; She watches Miaren's bottom gape and shudder, watches the black plug conquer its small shape.&nbsp; <br><br>Then the plug's flare passes.&nbsp; Miaren's hole grabs its leaner root.&nbsp; Her anus swallows the huge plug hard.&nbsp; <br><br>The bulging beads next on the inserted stalk seem tiny in comparison.&nbsp; They do not feel tiny.&nbsp; The first begins to be screwed in, entering slowly.&nbsp; And Adamion, still rinsing Fern's back and rump and sex with his touch, acclimating her nerves to its warm brush and to their fresh vulnerability, adds his deep tones to the moment's keening tension.<br><br><strong>"Good.&nbsp; Tell her to accept.&nbsp; Touch her to please her body.&nbsp; Touch where it feels best."&nbsp; </strong>Adamion's voice is inevitability, it is firmer than iron, deeper than his touches.&nbsp; <strong>"She needs it.&nbsp; Touch inside."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 07:09:48</strong>
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				A valiant attempt to still the shaking of her hands Fern's fingers crawl almost imperceptibly slow towards the swollen lips.&nbsp; "Shhh.. its ok..I don't think they really want to hurt us..&nbsp; I don't think?&nbsp; Shhh... "<br>A tentative touch of her fingertips follows her words. Eyes wide follow the progress of the burrowing plug, bright eyes glistening with tears she refuses to let fall.&nbsp; No, she will not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break that way.. not ever.<br><br>Trying unsuccessfully to ignore the heated stroke of Adamion's hands on her quivering flesh, she focuses what remains of her attention on Miaren.&nbsp; Her calm, quiet words and slow descent into the depths of Miaren's flesh do more to calm herself.&nbsp; Though the bound girl beside her does by all appearances needs a great deal less calming.&nbsp; No whimpers or cries of fear emitted, no gasps of pain.<br><br>One finger tip, one solitary finger tip finds its way, snaking through the folds into the heated depths, carving its way through the slick oiled surface.&nbsp; What had they put on her?&nbsp; The swelling, it just didn't seem.. right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 08:23:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren groans as her body is invaded, but it isn't entirely in pain.&nbsp; The ointment tells her that this is a good and right thing, just as Fern's finger delving between her legs is a good and right thing.&nbsp; She feels filled by the plug, and strangely - aroused.&nbsp; Her anus clasps around each swelling, taking the plug deeper and locking it into her body.&nbsp; The fringe of black hair brushes against her legs, seeming to sprout from her body as if it was born there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 12:02:51</strong>
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				Fondling touches fall like the last glow of burning leaves around the petals of Fern's sex.&nbsp; They brush in lingering orange and red, brush in smoke and in ash, as Adamion lightly cycles his wide-ranging caresses over her rump and thighs, only to return each time to settle in the valley of her sex. <br><br>As he strokes, he instructs.&nbsp; His voice is like the spirit of the dark tail plug that Miaren's bottom is having to choke down, grip and knead:&nbsp; Fern listens to him while watching first one smooth sphere, then the next, and then finally a last half-inch of firm shaft before the leather-wrapped hilt of the tail projects from Miaren, embedded solidly.&nbsp; He sounds as dark, as inevitable, as invasive.<br><br><strong>"Repeat what I tell you to tell her."&nbsp; </strong>His fingertips graze the outer fringe of her shy nethers.<br><br><strong>"Tell her she is being good."&nbsp; </strong>He urges, bathing Fern's labia in a lustrous, slow caress of approval.<br><br><strong>"Tell her she was good to take so much." </strong> His hands pour up Fern's flanks, then glide down her back.<br><br><strong>"Tell her she can enjoy.&nbsp; She can move how she feels like moving." </strong> His hands drizzle down, their approach a hot wax sliding into the narrows and kisses of her vagina's entrance.<br><br><strong>"Touch her here." </strong> Fingertips drag like cat tongues over the shiny flanks of Fern's tumid little clitoris.<br><br><strong>"Over and over.<br><br>"And here."</strong>&nbsp; Fingers flock smoothly at the clasp of her sheath's entrance, a pair of them beginning to press in, smooth and irresistible, pumping wet from the blossom as it makes the seething skin gape and grab down hard.&nbsp; <strong>"In and out.</strong><br><br><strong>"And tell her, over and over, what I said."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 12:29:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shallow breaths pump air quickly through the top of her lungs, refusing to dive deeper into the full recesses of her lungs as Adamion's ferrous touch caresses slowly, deliberately.&nbsp; Each pass across the overly sensitized lips of her sex drawing a jerk, a shudder, though each pass brings with it a lessening of intensity, almost as if she is becoming inured, settled to his touch.&nbsp; <br><br>As his hands bring heat so to do&nbsp; his words.&nbsp; The skin of her cheeks darken in the soft magenta of crushed roses as her fingers slowly seek to do his bidding.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're being good.&nbsp; You did, really well..&nbsp; taking so much.&nbsp; Oh gods..&nbsp; "A soft gasp of breath punctuating each pronouncent.&nbsp; "You can move, if you want."&nbsp; She swallows hard at the sudden catch in her throat driven up from the caress of her clit.&nbsp; <br><br>Slipping two fingers now through the hot, drenched folds she slips them..slowly in replication of his fingers to her, in.. then out..&nbsp; then in.. then out.&nbsp; Each completed pattern bringing with it the required mantra.&nbsp; "You're being so good, you're being so good." <br><br>Moistened fingers slide precariously over and into Miaren's swollen lips rubbing her clit as heat slowly builds between her own thighs.&nbsp; Her body responding as women's bodies have always responded to the invasive touch.&nbsp; Her most intimate flesh quivers minutely as her litany continues.<br><br>"You're doing good,&nbsp; you're doing so good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 16:50:31</strong>
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				For a little while Miaren holds still, keenly aware of the full length of the tail's shaft in her body.&nbsp; It has her inner walls spread wide, and her tight ring less open, clutching at the stem.&nbsp; Fern's touch and soothing words wash over her body and mind.&nbsp; Along with her desire to keep her companion calm - and therefore safe - it is a powerful influence.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips gradually start to shift, pressing moist folds against Fern's fingers.&nbsp; No woman has ever touched her this way.&nbsp; Nothing has ever spread her bottom this way.&nbsp; The desire to be touched and penetrated is soothed by these two sensations, and the more she moves, the better it feels.&nbsp; A ragged sigh escapes her, and her body relaxes onto the frame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 17:10:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion draws silent as Fern continues her mantra.&nbsp; He neither tells her to discontinue or urges her on, relying on his last standing order and on the language of his caresses to guide her.<br><br>They guide her hips slightly up and down as he pierces two fingers in and out of Fern's sex.&nbsp; They guide her satin sheath to bulge into their shape, and hitch in fevered cinching as spasms send warm, cream tears rolling out of a space that clings too tightly to allow them without a struggle.&nbsp; They guide her urethral pad to tensely bend its center, like a beast arching for a rut, as they slide over it.&nbsp; They guide her clitoris to explore its hood with ever-firmer regular caresses, pressing one side of the bead and rolling it.&nbsp; They guide her, faster and faster, up the long climb to release's bright summit.<br><br>Miaren is left to Fern's attentions, and to those of the tail.&nbsp; The tip of Fern's still-damp breast depends before her mouth, growing tumid as its tip stiffens to a pebble of leather in a tiny lake of rigid crimson.&nbsp; The tail rocks in her bottom with a thrilling immensity, every breath she takes a discovery of how its shape is going to transform her nervous interior - what configuration that gripping flesh must assume, what weight its nerves must swallow at, what ways her twitching reflexes will explore it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 05:43:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				More so than words, the guidance of fingers upon and within her own body instruct Fern as to his expectations.&nbsp; Drawing her own in an exact duplication, or as near as she is able with her small, delicate hands to follow his path, his pressures.&nbsp; <br><br>The scent growing through the weeds of fear, one of seed pearls of desire, poking through panicked dandelions, growing stronger as it strives to reach for glowing heat.&nbsp; His fingers/her fingers upon soaked flesh stroking, driving a little faster here, a little deeper there, a flick, a rub.&nbsp; He/she work their fingers in tandem.<br><br>Closing her eyes Fern finds herself lost in the wash of sensations.&nbsp; Both from her stroking and from his within her.&nbsp; The tight wet nipples aching as the cooling breeze graces her skin.&nbsp; A tiny whimper, this time strangled for it displays pleasure, not fear forms upon her lips.&nbsp; Pearls of soft musk descend from deep within her, scenting the air, glisten softly against her tender flesh.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 07:28:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren's breath is warm on Fern's breast as she begins to pant softly.&nbsp; Both her vagina and her anus tense, quivering with the conflict of keeping things out or holding them in.&nbsp; More than once, she feels Fern's fingers gripped lightly by her slick walls, and she constantly feels the resistance of the plug.<br><br>Whether she tenses or relaxes, that intrusion remains as deep as ever.&nbsp; The only difference is how its weight presses against her insides.&nbsp; Both Fern and Adamion will be able to see the brush moving up and down with each contraction of her muscles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 16:56:27</strong>
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				<strong>"She is doing so well." </strong>Adamion's announcement is as one with the breezy humidity circulating in the Garden.&nbsp; His touches reinforce the message in a multitude of ways - the massage deep in the pearl-clotted sheath of Fern's body; the luxurious rubbing of her flushed flower's folds; those feathery brushes of Fern's clitoris.<br><br><strong>"She is enjoying what she needs." </strong> And now, once again, as Fern soaks in the sensations, another draught of feeling is given her senses to drink from:&nbsp; The circling of Adamion's lubricated finger on her bottom's hole, its tempo and pressure in tandem with the rubbing of her sex.<br><strong><br>"She is calm in her obedience." </strong>That slick finger spirals unhurriedly, just revolving without entering, not piercing Fern, but opening her all the same. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 19:16:25</strong>
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				"You're doing so good.&nbsp; You're enjoying what you need.&nbsp; You're calm in your obedience." Fern parrots to Miaren, not really paying attention to the words any more than a talking bird, simply mouthing and making sounds without meaning.<br><br><em>Oh gods, what is he doing?</em><br><br>Flesh twitching alerted to a new touch seem to settle again fairly quickly at the litany continues.&nbsp; Fingers stroking Miaren's clitoris and quivering walls mirroring the speed and intensity of those upon hers.&nbsp; The succulent cream easing Fern's passage through the contracting and throbbing.<br><br>Her own warm, quickened breath parroting Miaren's heated breath upon her breast. <br><br><em>Why does this feel so good?&nbsp; He can't.. oh gods.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 20:53:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Conflict races through Miaren's mind.&nbsp; On the one hand, she was supposed to just be cooperating to keep Fern safe, but now - Now the building sensations were starting to overwhelm her.&nbsp; Dignity has been cast to the winds as she starts to actively hump her lower half against the rack that she is tied to - and against Fern's hand in the process.<br><br><em>Can't - need - gotta -</em>&nbsp; Even when words filter over the mental link, they are barely intelligible, and swamped with the physical urges.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:59:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion's fingers slide in a scrimshaw sling into and around Fern's gloss-swollen sex.&nbsp; The shy pocket is pierced in a swift, smooth rhythm by the drive of two lithe digits; the sheath flushing deep and wide in a dazzling dynamism.&nbsp; Motion grows as it is caught in the net of Fern's nerves, their fibers glutted by the friction, made to shudder and seize as the flesh they invest is shaped.&nbsp; Heat grows, pooling and spreading in sublime ripples.&nbsp; She grows inside; her taut tunnel bulged by each thrust, gripping down all the more swollen with each twisting pierce.&nbsp; And below, on the creamy rind of her slit, her clitoris is grazed with the rolling of Adamion's thumb.&nbsp; <br><br>That bud is made to leap and turn, the light skimming of it becoming firmer and firmer as her skin strains to meet it.&nbsp; Adamion no longer teases.&nbsp; His touches soon scrape, fulsome and commanding, against the bead.&nbsp; He treats it as his plaything, mining new twitches and fresh twists from it under the awl of his thumb.&nbsp; Soon the pebble of nerves is bloated with the still-warm memory of all the ways it has been touched, and shudders as it is made to accept more.<br><br>Above, Fern's anus is made to accept as well.&nbsp; The circulations continue as a smooth point of leather is introduced to their center.&nbsp; Her bottom pinches down its rim of flesh, but has been too widened, too loosened, to do more than tremulously kiss at the rounded point of the plug.&nbsp; Then puncturing comes; then the slide of the cone, its girth greater and greater, easing her open as it makes its way into the sensitive socket of her bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>Adamion is rubbing at Fern's tingling G-spot as her bottom bites down on half the breadth of the cone.&nbsp; He is stinging her clitoris with smooth flicks when she is stretched enough to be shuddering on its widest part.&nbsp; He grinds at her sex's subject flesh when, at last, the plug plunges into her bottom and her anus clamps down around it to hug, total and possessive and thrilling, around its featureless, hot mass.<br><br>Under Fern, Miaren's bucking shivers the rack.&nbsp; It amplifies her struggles' resonance with its snug resistance, holding her perfectly and feeding the toss of her tempestuous feelings back into her heaving flesh to echo deliciously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 08:13:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Breath coming quicker both in reaction to Miaren's thrusting body, the scent of her rut unmistakable in such close confines, and the oh so very real invasion of her own flesh.&nbsp; With no instructions to the contrary Fern's fingers continue to mirror Adamion's in as exact a replication as she is able.&nbsp; The squirming of the other woman's hips driving her own fingers deeper, soaking her hand and wrist in her sticky cream.<br><br>"You're doing so good.. " whimpering, she tries to proceed, her own breath and voice finding it difficult to maintain the prescribed litany with the casual introduction of a leathern touch.&nbsp; A minuscule squeak finds voice with an involuntary puckering, though not enough, not nearly enough to prevent the unlooked for and undesired insertion, pushing past the tightening ring.&nbsp; The heat of the thing relaxing her twitching muscles even as she shivers, wanting nothing more than to push out the offending rod she instead focuses on resuming her ministrations on Miaren, sure if she made the attempt something far worse would replace it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 14:25:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren doesn't want for it to feel good.&nbsp; She doesn't want to 'obey'.&nbsp; She is so much of a free spirit that the very concept of blind obedience chafes.&nbsp; Still, the thrusting of her hips and Fern's fingers, combined with the bobbing of the long plug is stirring her intimate regions like a cauldron, ready to boil over.<br><br>And boil over, it eventually does.&nbsp; The swollen feeling grows more intense as her lower lips tighten around Fern's fingers in a series of bucks and pulses that resonate in her stuffed rear end.&nbsp; A cry bubbles out of her lips, and even the mental link is not immune.<br><br><em>F-Fern!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 16:34:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before Fern's eyes, Miaren's tail twitches as though in a paroxysm of animal happiness.&nbsp; It looks as though the ring of her anus were laying long, quick kisses around the corded leather of the stiff length.&nbsp; Miaren's bottom's strain boils to the fore of her skin in a rampant blush.&nbsp; Fern need not have to imagine how it feels.&nbsp; She feels it too:<br><br>The tail Adamion implants in Fern's bowels is swallowed with a resounding clap of fuchsia nerves.&nbsp; The beads are not swallowed readily, not eaten easily, but they are put inside, and in swift succession.&nbsp; Each little bead's entrance snatches Fern's awareness by its root and forces it to rub against the violating shape.&nbsp; It is forced to memorize this instant of penetration.&nbsp; It is forced to know everything about the geometry that gluts her ass.&nbsp; It is forced to exalt or to horrify with it.<br><br>Then the tail stands out, stands stiff.&nbsp; It rocks in her; it rocks in Miaren.&nbsp; They are linked this way, more intimately and deeply than the bindings of the rack could ever fuse them:&nbsp; They feel their heartbeats echo in the broad, leathery bulbs lodged in their bottoms.&nbsp; They feel the strain of their gravid chambers as strain makes them the perfect and burning duplicates of the bulbs' dimensions.&nbsp; They both bear those shapes in them; both see each other's tails wag and sway their fine, rich horsehair plumes.&nbsp; They both feel the reason for that swaying engraved on nerves too deep for previous discovery, now molten with awakening.<br><strong><br>"Look how she feels." </strong>Adamion rumbles, his voice like the narration of thunder over a storm-swept land. <strong> "Look how we rewarded her.<br><br>"Look.&nbsp; She is so very grateful."</strong><br><br>And over and over again, Adamion clamps the shape of that reward over Fern's clitoris, sheathes it stiffly in Fern, strokes her with it from within by the artistry of his lithe fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Twitching flesh and rolling hips of pleasure greet Fern's eyes and hands with glistening cream as she continues the mimicking of Adamion's ministrations.&nbsp; The sense of pleasure meandering through their mental bond sending trickles through her own body, gathering the feel of his strokes and invading fingers to it.&nbsp; A gasp, wholly unexpected, takes roots within her drawing quick breaths through softly parted lips.<br><br>Every stroke of finger to her own flesh, every thrust of Miaren's body trapping her hand to her, his words of rumble through her gathering her own cream to swelling lips.&nbsp; An echoing throb beginning within her own flesh, tightening muscles freshly invaded.<br><br>A strangled groan brings her eyes to darkness, closing them slowly as her face turns toward the smoothed wood, pressing her forehead into its satined grain, her graceful neck arching as the neck of a proud stallion, intent on its own worth.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 01:30:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren's eyes flutter open after a little while.&nbsp; Her thrusting has settled to into a far easier rhythm, rocking against Fern's hand as if soothing herself on that touch.&nbsp; She feels a bit disoriented, like the world has suddenly turned in a direction she never imagined existed.<br><br>As lucidity returns, she tries a tentative communication.&nbsp; <em>Fern?&nbsp; Are you - what happened?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 01:36:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion raises up to stand erect behind Fern, his presence a hot shadow cloaking the simmer of her back.&nbsp; His caresses draw outside the elastic gripping of Fern's sheath, turning to blend her juices like an artist mixing paint on a palette.&nbsp; The cream in all its layers of stickiness and sultriness is mixed about on the sensitive media of Fern's folds.&nbsp; He plays with them idly, petting and lifting, pushing them in to a trembling bud or stroking them smooth down to flinty taps of her throbbing clitoris.<br><br>He amuses himself in this way as the attendants stroke along the two jutting shafts of the embedded tails, testing that they are rigidly implanted.&nbsp; They are.&nbsp; The investigation sends settling flesh back to sobbing for a moment.<br><br>Otherwise, the 'hounds' are left to lie on one another, to soak in one another, to touch and to be touched in their bareness, linked tightly on the leather-bound rack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 12:25:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ragged breaths fight their way through Fern's flaring nostrils as her body quivers.&nbsp; Every touch, every stroke mixing with the scent of Miaren drawing her deeper into what could only be called sensual overload.&nbsp; Adamion's practiced fingers brook no argument, cajoling, demanding her response.<br><br>Unable to respond in anyway coherent Fern instead finds groans, rocking hips and throbbing clitoris to be conversation.&nbsp; Miaren's attempt at being conversant completely lost on Fern.&nbsp; A near violent scream echoes forth from her trembling lips as defenses finally drop.&nbsp; <br><br>Sucking Adamion's fingers within her, her clitoris throbs manically.&nbsp; The leathern tail with its attachments buried deep inside her accentuating every contraction, every swelling as her tail wags, jumping, swishing.&nbsp; Gasping, whimpering softly Fern rocks her hips drawing his fingers in .. then out..&nbsp; then in and over, eyes glazing over unseeing
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 14:29:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren's respite is short-lived as the attendants settle her tail into place.&nbsp; The leather windings of the tail brush against the tender walls of her rectum, sending lightning dancing up and down her spine.&nbsp; She is also receiving Fern's scent and emotions by virtue of their position and the link between them.&nbsp; The half-elf's climax reverberates through her mind close on the heels of her own, sending sympathetic pulses through her.&nbsp; <br><br>Her rocking motion quickens briefly, then collapses to the lapping of a calm sea, inexorable, but soothing.&nbsp; Her now-sopping folds glide over Fern's fingers.&nbsp; While those digits don't have the experience of the lean elf hovering nearby, they provide some measure of relief from the ointment's persisting call.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 15:52:24</strong>
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				<strong>"Well now."&nbsp; </strong>Adamion notes, his voice's resonance taking on additional depth, as if literally impressed.&nbsp; Fingers both gloved in Fern's sultry slick and merely traced with a light glaze of it slide over her haunches, rising in extensive caresses to stroke her throat.&nbsp; Petting neck with the firmness of a farrier, petting flanks with the affection of owner to hound, petting her cheek with a more human dearness, Adamion strokes Fern.&nbsp; <strong>"Your climax was an express delight to witness, little one.&nbsp; So strong."</strong><br><br>And in his stroking, Adamion accentuates his pleasure by petting Fern's tail.&nbsp; Vibrations flock up the embedded post and bloom in huge, dark gardens from the wide seed of the plug.&nbsp; Shivering stirs the horsehair on it.&nbsp; Rocking moves subtle and vast inside Fern.&nbsp; Adamion keeps petting, showing Fern this new form of gratitude.<br><br>As he speaks, the attendants unbind Fern and Miaren from the rack.&nbsp; They do this without ceremony, but gradually - carefully - as if unbinding a lake of cream, certain to make sure they do not spill at any moment.<br><br>When at last they are detached, Adamion bends Fern back.&nbsp; He studs the tip of her pointed ear and around its rim with firm, steady kisses, while putting his arms in a cross over breasts still slightly swollen from trapped and swinging blood.&nbsp; Supporting her to him, Adamion keeps Fern upright and sound on the plank of his body.&nbsp; And against her haunch, where her tail projects, curiously adjusting to the gravity with its fulcrum grinding deep within, Fern feels the sleek, long bar of Adamion's manhood framing her.&nbsp; It beats with coal heat through its leather cell, stroking her as he clutches her firmly.<br><br>Miaren is led by the flowing conduct of the attendants to before Fern and Miaren.&nbsp; But it is to both Fern and Miaren that Adamion says, with the pronounced and clarid instruction of a master to hounds, <strong>"Kneel."</strong><br><br>He releases Fern from his arms for this purpose, but keeps both flushed, nude women grasped by his infernal glare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 19:37:02</strong>
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				Embarrassment flushes through Fern's body washing through on the heels of quenching pleasure, coloring her body, her face with prickling crimson at hearing Adamion speak.&nbsp; His petting a continued reminder of her diminished state bringing whimpers from her pursed lips in the aftermath of her shocked response to his ministrations and an electric charge of shame.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Oh gods that felt good.&nbsp; What do I do?&nbsp; How can I? Oh gods, that was...</em> ever as her thoughts betray her Adamion sends the attendants to remove their bindings, drawing Fern from the firmness of the table to the firmness of his being.&nbsp; His lips explorations of her lightly pointed ears a tenderness most confusing as his arm crosses her breasts still gasping to recover her breath.<br><br>His eyes, the command in his voice give little option.&nbsp; Fern, practically falling on rubberized legs, kneels, her head bowing as her hair flows in rivelets to cover her shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 20:28:49</strong>
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				Miaren isn't sure that she could have stayed upright if he hadn't made the command.&nbsp; She manages not to fall heavily as her knees buckle.&nbsp; Unlike Fern, she keeps her head more upright, still trying to keep an alert eye on their surroundings.&nbsp; <br><br>It isn't easy.&nbsp; The plug in her backside is a constant reminder, shifting with every tremor of her exhausted muscles.&nbsp; The arousal she feels is foreign, since she doesn't feel emotionally attracted to Adamion or physically attracted to Fern for that matter, and its continued gnawing embarrasses her.<br><br><em>Why do I feel this way?</em> she wonders, not trying to communicate, but too fractured to hold the thought private.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 07:14:32</strong>
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				Two gestures are modeled by the flawless litheness of Adamion's hands.<br><br>One lowers through the torpid air of the fragrant Garden, parting the heavy skin of the wind and stirring up the aromas impregnated there: The fresh smolder of newly spent musk, the hints of lilac, rose and honeysuckle, the rustling richness of bare male skin, the breath of fresh standing water, the round robustness of wood and leather, the tang of eldrich oils, the flat sharpness of gravel - and the wind itself, permeable and soft, but heavy with the savor of distant forests where beasts might roam free.&nbsp; <br><br>That hand points at Miaren, forking two fingers to indicate her breasts.&nbsp; A pair of attendants stalk up to stand on either side of her.&nbsp; One opens a jar of oil; the other brings out a healthy dollop of its cream - an opaque lotion that smells of mango - and rubs it on his hands.&nbsp; Then those hands dip down, and cup either side of her breast's on the curves of their undersides.&nbsp; The lotion is bracingly warm.&nbsp; A tingle of activity flocks from it into Miaren's nerves.&nbsp; That stirs all the more, with the wet and hungry attention of a lion's mouth, as the hands knead it into Miaren's heavy bulbs.<br><br>Adamion's other hand undoes clasps at his groin.&nbsp; The leather flaps there unfasten, and fold liquescent in submission to the rise of his sex.&nbsp; <br><br>Adamion's member is straight and smooth; ridged but hardly veined, as if the substance of circular system anatomy was too crude a feature.&nbsp; The ridges sit clustered heavily along the lengthy shaft, spearing to a wide, pert cockhead.&nbsp; Pulsing sluggishly, the flare of the head turns its silken swell toward Fern's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 10:05:03</strong>
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				The small gravel of the path beneath their knees bring Fern's awareness of her surroundings back into keen focus.&nbsp; The crunch upon that gravel as the attendants move about, the feel of the breeze caressing her bare skin, the scent of the ointment, weigh heavily on her overloaded senses.<br><br>Every breath laborous, ragged, in protest.&nbsp; Her shoulders drawn forward in a defeated slump Fern seems to draw closer, the essence of her shrinking to protect that delicate core of sanity.&nbsp; Adamion's actions for good or ill at this point pass unnoticed.&nbsp; Miaren's voice through the bond ignored or unheard as she sinks inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 20:16:37</strong>
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				Miaren squirms a little as her breasts are anointed, but it doesn't rise to the level of actual resistance.&nbsp; She is staring with rapt fascination at what is unfolding before her - and the arousal that stubbornly refuses to fade.&nbsp; She shouldn't be this excited - not by what is being done to her, not by what is being done to Fern.&nbsp; Still, her nipples rise to hard points with the attention and a trickle of cream seeps from her well-used and still hungry slit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 04:17:58</strong>
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				Adamion steps to place himself between the pair of kneeling women.&nbsp; The shaft of his cock stands straight and long, what slight motions that shifting can win from it sending wafts of his scent drifting down like oak leaves from a branch.&nbsp; That branch bulges to be so close to Miaren's face, to Fern's lowered head.&nbsp; <br><br>And it is to Miaren he extends his shaft, the dark red bulb of his penis' head visibly stretching from swollen silk to a creaseless shine.&nbsp; In the pinch of the tip, pre-seed wells.&nbsp; It touches Miaren's sense of smell and spreads, hot and sticky, strong as perfume.&nbsp; <br><br>The attendant keeps brushing her breasts, moving to oil their tops and rub their stiff, springing tips.&nbsp; His hands circle stronger as Adamion glares down into her eyes.&nbsp; Before those eyes, the skin of Adamion's penis and testicles tightens in lust's preparations.<br><br>It is to Fern he speaks. <strong> "Lead her to lick."</strong><br><br>It is Miaren whose cheek he brushes with the iron and satin of his ready sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 11:39:24</strong>
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				Barely taking notice of Miaren, Fern's focus is instead on Adamion's movement.&nbsp; The predatory stalk of movement sending shivers of anticipatory fear and something else.&nbsp; Something she has but recently learned of, primal and raw.<br><br>The scent of the oils mixing with the pungency of rut grows stronger with his approach.&nbsp; Chancing a glance through the screening veil of her hair Fern's thoughts grow selfish sending a wave of guilt through her at the errant thought, the feeling of relief that he has instead chosen Miaren.&nbsp; <br><br>As his words of command find their way into her consciousness that relief changes to a snap of anger.&nbsp; Careful to keep her lips sealed, jaws clenching instead, her small fists bound in tight balls upon her thighs.&nbsp; Rebellion weighing heavy upon her.&nbsp; <em>Do it yer damned self!</em> Fern's mind screams. <br><br>Her full lips remaining tight and silent she turns slightly, a trembling angry, pink suffusing her face, eeking its way to the tips of ears rounded in betrayal of human ancestry, Fern's mind reaches out for Miaren.&nbsp; <em>I wont tell you to do it, I wont</em>.&nbsp; An apologetic hand reaches to touch Miaren's arm as her eyes seek hers in silent commiseration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 15:15:18</strong>
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				Miaren seems to come awake with the touch to her arm.&nbsp; She glances at Fern, mortified at what she's been doing and feeling for the last several minutes.<br><br><em>What else can we do?</em> she replies just as silently.&nbsp; From the outside, the only sign of communication is a slight headshake and a glance at the stiff member bobbing suggestively near her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 17:55:31</strong>
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				Adamion's manhood stands as defiant of gravity as the rest of him.&nbsp; A crossbeam could not be so firm.&nbsp; The fleshy curve of its base joining his groin holds stiff as the meeting of branch and trunk on a tree.&nbsp; The head may as well be fastened to Miaren's cheek.<br><br>All of him follows suit, acting immobile and ardent.&nbsp; All but the dark claw of one eyebrow.&nbsp; That begins to lift.&nbsp; In its angle, the sharpness of murder can be found.<br><br>Adamion looks down with that one eyebrow spiked high, his lips downturned, and there is no mistaking that this edged, cool mask is what passes for rage with him.<br><br>As the edge whets and that coolness gathers like a killing coldsnap, Adamion's attendant continues his work on Miaren's breasts.&nbsp; He brings another gathering of bands around, and begins to run the strong leather cords in circles around the base of each globe.&nbsp; The compression is slow as the cords spiral around them.&nbsp; It lifts them, lifts the blood in them to press its sear up against the tightening skin, presses feeling up to a high simmer as the breasts find that the ointment teases in blood that the cords are now preventing from leaving.&nbsp; Their bases bound tight, Miaren's breasts stand high and out, gathering color and shine and scintillating sensation, and finding them unable to release.<br><br>Adamion says to Fern, calm as ink on paper, and as fatal, <strong>"You rapidly exhaust your second chances."</strong><br><br>One hand slips a thumb onto his middle finger's knuckle, adopting a strange configuration.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 07:26:13</strong>
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				<em>I don't know.&nbsp; Where is Drakyn?&nbsp; I wont tell you what to do.&nbsp; Just, don't get us killed?&nbsp; Please?</em><br><br>Her mental plea plunging through the bond made stronger by the touch of a hand, still sticky with the evidence of Miaren's release, on her arm.&nbsp; The work continuing on the other woman's breasts draw her eyes for just a moment before looking away, embarrassment for her companion flooding the bond before she can stamp hard, desperate in her attempt to prevent her own feelings from impeding.<br><br>Ice upon her spinal cord.&nbsp; Adamion's words bearing down the icy touch of fear, much akin to the fear she felt battling the creature in the cave though more intimate, more immediate.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her blood slowed as a frozen river though her flesh bringing with it the attendant shivers.&nbsp; Trying desperately to still her body Fern's mind again reaches for Miaren.<br><br><em>Do as he says.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 08:27:28</strong>
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				Don't get us killed.&nbsp; Such a simple request.&nbsp; Miaren dips her head, as though Fern has just bested her in a contest of wills.&nbsp; Perhaps this will give the illusion that Fern has been cooperating all along.<br><br><em>I'm not - completely inexperienced,</em> she sends back, hoping to reassure the half-elf.<br><br>She turns her head again, moving so that Adamion's shaft now touches her lips.&nbsp; She begins to lick, precisely as commanded.&nbsp; She doesn't take him into her mouth.&nbsp; She doesn't lay kisses upon that reddened flesh.&nbsp; One time, a mage she was traveling with used a spell to make ice out of fruit juice too young to ferment, and now Miaren licks at Adamion like she had to lick at that frozen delicacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 08:48:21</strong>
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				As Miaren's tongue slides like silk and steam over the branch of his penis, Adamion luxuriates.&nbsp; For a long time, he lets the notes of his sex flesh speak for him: The bitter tenor of his penis' flavor, coasting over Miaren's tongue; the long, bass throbs of his heartbeat clustering in that fleshy density; the fine cords of his veins flaring; the satin brush of his glans expanding against the yielding reach of Fern's lingual meat.&nbsp; Below it all is the rumble of his lust - its carnal component the clotting of his semen enlarging his urethra, gathering to the licks.<br><br>Then instruction comes from him, and without warning.&nbsp; It comes like the tonnage of the humid breeze, unpredicted and bold.&nbsp; It takes the form of Adamion's hand and Adamion's voice.<br><br>That hand gathers in the tumble of Fern's hair, as he bends her face to where the pendulous swell of his testicles hangs like engorged fruit.&nbsp; Bringing her into that fragrant nook - under the fall of scent salty and sharp - he holds her there.&nbsp; Her ear glances Miaren's cheek.<br><br>That voice caresses her just as palpably.&nbsp; <strong>"Speak to her.&nbsp; Aloud.&nbsp; Tell her to kiss.&nbsp; Not to suck.&nbsp; But to kiss.<br><br>"Then lick, below, yourself."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 11:41:42</strong>
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				A squeak of protest flings itself from Fern's lips as Adamion's hand takes command of her, tangling itself in her hair.&nbsp; Her neck muscles tightening as to prevent his moving her but it never makes it that way.&nbsp; She is easily moved, all fight seemingly gone out of her, though more than likely its a 'for the moment' kind of thing.&nbsp; Her eyes closing before Miaren could begin her ministrations upon his flesh, she instead hears the stead lick, like train drops a porch eave, steady and liquid.<br><br>Cringing away as from the splatter of poppin fat in an overheated skillet Fern tries, without success to bring her awareness away from the nearness of the source of that smell of.. what was it?&nbsp; would it get worse?&nbsp; Could they escape?&nbsp; There is no answer forthcoming.&nbsp; Only more fear, more rancid, coating fear.<br><br>In a voice both whispered and tremulous Fern cannot keep the fear and revulsion from her lips.&nbsp; "Just.. just kiss it.. don't.. don't ..",&nbsp; grimacing, she continues.."don't suck.&nbsp; Just kiss it."&nbsp; As she lowers herself, the tip of a strawberry red tongue darted out to just touch the swaying heat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 18:01:13</strong>
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				Miaren's lips twist at the command, but at this point, she doesn't dare refuse.&nbsp; She is doing this to protect them from worse.&nbsp; She is making Fern's voice seem useful, and thus worth keeping.&nbsp; Light kisses, as chaste as those of a mother on the cheek of an infant, begin to fall upon the length.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 20:01:02</strong>
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				Adamion regards this all with a fierce remove.&nbsp; His glare narrows, girding itself in the cool sweep of his sidereal features.<br><br>His flesh is not so detached.<br><br>Pulsing against Miaren's mouth, the bar of his sex ripples subtly along its iron length.&nbsp; It strokes her lips in this regard, savoring the mean press of her lips.&nbsp; It does not flare, but arousal rises as a palpable heat.&nbsp; And below, where Fern laps in exploration, the bulge of his testicles set heavy on her tongue.&nbsp; They press it with deep brown scent, push it with clustering arousal; wrinkles breathe on the musky flesh.<br><br>When he is slickened near to dripping, Adamion speaks again.&nbsp; His hands have kneaded at Miaren's neck, and at the base of Fern's skull.&nbsp; Now they relax to caress inquisitively, as though secretly stalking the sensations skimming under the skin's surface.&nbsp; His tone is just as guarded and dire.<br><br><strong>"Now tell her to suck.&nbsp; Hungrily.&nbsp; Keep licking after you do."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 06:51:59</strong>
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				With a grimace founded in fear and desperation, her mind dares fleetingly searching for other options.&nbsp; The thought of a flash of teeth against tender skin rises tantalizingly, the thought so real in her mind that for a moment, just a moment she can almost feel skin ripping between her teeth.&nbsp; The gush of blood she knew to follow was so real as to almost warm her lips, her face well beyond the feel of his musked flesh.&nbsp; Did she dare?&nbsp; Her pause was pregnant with an almost primal need to feel, to rip.<br><br>A glance of her eyes to his brings this barbaristic fantasy to a sudden and frozen halt.&nbsp; The look in his eyes, his solid bearing quenched all thought of blood lust.&nbsp; Death awaited there.&nbsp; Though incapacitated, she knew it was an injury unforgivable.<br><br>Drawing back so slightly as to leave her warm breath marking the slickened flesh Fern speaks slowly, her hand neatly squeezing Miaren's arm till the flesh of arm and fingers bore white.<br><br>"Suck.&nbsp; Suck it now.&nbsp; Like you're hungry."&nbsp; <em>Miaren, I'm so sorry. I don't know what else to do.</em><br><br>Her own lips and tongue resume their momentarily halted attentions.&nbsp; His hand holding, caressing the articulation of her skull to spine intimately dangerous in its path.&nbsp; At once a most fearfilled touch, yet bringing a lethargic pleasure, distracting and disturbing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 07:08:30</strong>
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				<em>We do - what we have to,</em> Miaren thinks with a grimace.&nbsp; She tries to remember what it was like to suck on something more pleasant - a piece of juicy fruit, a maple sweet - anything but the bitter-salt length of flesh that she takes between her lips.&nbsp; She forces her lips and tongue to make the same movements that they would make on something actually palatable.<br><br>Despite the taste, she is soon sucking fiercely on Adamion, wishing only for this humiliation to be over soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 14:55:08</strong>
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				Adamion absorbs Miaren's suckling as a slice of limestone would.&nbsp; Her lips and tongue skate their yielding around the pronounced details of his penis, eliciting a rise of languid heat; a hard splinter of dawn rising in the tight cave of her mouth.&nbsp; Below, where Fern laps, her tongue is treated to an articulate shifting of his scrotum.&nbsp; Coils of warmth, wire-tight and dense, twist subtly in the sack she licks.&nbsp; Taste sheds down in threads of salt, branching as they burst on her tongue and roll down.<br><br>Adamion remains impassive.&nbsp; The meat that Miaren's gorge teases shares his stony resolve.&nbsp; Its arousal makes it into a precipice that her lips clutch in ceaseless tracing of its terrain.&nbsp; Its movements are mean, elusive despite its size: A torpid lift of its slender, stiff back; a lazy swell of its tip; the shove of the central vein as fluid pushes reluctantly through the slitted end in sticky hints.<br><br>All the while, his caresses contain the busy heads clustered to his groin.&nbsp; They stroke in firm circles, embellished and affectionate in their lithe way - skimming deep over scalp and through tousled hair.&nbsp; Then, after a long chorus of wet silence, Adamion speaks.<br><br><strong>"Switch now.&nbsp; Tell her to do as you do."</strong>&nbsp; Adamion says, his voice a pointed scratch on black enamel.&nbsp; <strong>"Then take me deep."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 19:35:21</strong>
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				The hand in her hair, caressing, confusing in its play upon her nerves.&nbsp; Fern draws back again, thankful for the respite, his voice completely at odds with the heated meat between her lips.<br><br>"He wants us to change.&nbsp; You do what I did."&nbsp; <em>I cant do this.&nbsp; I cant.&nbsp; Miaren, I'm scared.</em><br><br>Lowered eyes seek the solace of the gravel beneath them for some moments to simply breath.&nbsp; As Miaren shifts, Fern's lips find the engorged head barely parting as if testing his resolve in this.&nbsp; Lifting her fear ridden eyes to his intent and flat, emotionless, a shark feeding she makes a slow relaxing of her jaws, drawing her lips slowly down his length.&nbsp; The&nbsp; heat of it filling her mouth, Miaren's ministrations giving lubrication so ease its passage between suddenly dry lips.&nbsp; Drawing him deeper, her tongue flattening over his skin and her lips closing snugly.<br><br>A tender whimper escapes sending subtle vibrations through the tissues gorged fully as a glistening tear beads upon her lashes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 19:48:50</strong>
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				Again, there is a subtle wrinkling of Miaren's nose.&nbsp; <em>Pretend - pretend it's something else.&nbsp; Anything else.&nbsp; Hopefully it'll be over soon.</em><br><br>She dips down below Fern, and starts licking at the heavy sack between Adamion's legs.&nbsp; The taste is similar, but not exactly the same - muskier, more earthy.&nbsp; She tries to think of something else - something to fool herself away from the idea of what she is really licking.<br><br>She fails.&nbsp; There is nothing that she would normally lay her tongue on with that shape, not with the thick bar so close at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 20:20:16</strong>
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				Adamion gazes down at Fern, his aspect a smooth oval of porcelain in the tattered silk frame of his dark hair.&nbsp; His countenance katana sharp and Kabuki wan.&nbsp; There would almost be a beatific peace to his features, if the rouge of arousal didn't mark its keen lines, and a regal arrogance harden them.&nbsp; His loveliness is the hateful, glorious loveliness of a distant star looking down into eyes full of dying dreams.<br><br>He brushes her; lean trills of his fingers, as one would brush music from a harp.&nbsp; The music of Fern's suckling and whimpering inspires him to slide his penis in and out of the cushion of her mouth, smooth as fiddle string and thick as a steak.<br><br>He begins to pump and pump, his balls swinging on Miaren's tongue, as he brings himself near a boil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 00:39:38</strong>
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				He was beautiful, terrible and frightening, the beauty of a fine edged weapon, the perfection of a sword forged and wielded by a master in his craft. Stabbing deep, choking momentarily Fern can only suck harder swallowing with each thrust, breathing as he withdraws.&nbsp; Whatever bile began to rise quickly suppressed as the swollen head forces its way past the point, embedding repeatedly in her throat.&nbsp; The fluttering, gasping breath forced through flared nostrils pressing against his belly.<br><br>The stroke of his fingers seem to ease the passage, relaxing tensed muscles, her lips swelling from the friction of his passage.&nbsp; Bringing a hesitant tentative hand to the marble of his thigh, her fingers splaying as roots in the soil in an action at once to save her breath and for something else.&nbsp; Something far less understood as he pumps deep and hot into her throat*
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 02:55:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Musk floods Miaren's senses, both taste and smell.&nbsp; Her ears fill with the wet sounds of Fern's sucking, and she can feel the warmth of both bodies, reminding her of what is around her, even if she closes her eyes.&nbsp; She can also feel the weight of that sac against her mouth.<br><br>She wonders what is going to happen to them.&nbsp; She wonders what the second ointment will do to her.&nbsp; She wonders if they'll ever see Draque again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 20:05:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion's caresses become almost ardent - the press of his hands and the slicing of his cock into her throat.&nbsp; Fern can feel his passion welling up, pushing against his composure like turbid water against a wall of glass.&nbsp; His words almost have a tremble in them; the same tremble she can feel in the seething flesh that forces her throat.<br><br><strong>"Very good.&nbsp; You are fit to please.&nbsp; Unlike your reluctant companion.<br><br>"You have passion."</strong> The final words are a hiss.&nbsp; Then, from out of the sack that Miaren lathes with her tongue, a boil of force surges up into his shaft.&nbsp; It bucks, embedded.&nbsp; Out of it, a gout of seed splashes into Fern.&nbsp; Taste flowers open and stretched mass strokes a clinging from her gorge.&nbsp; Adamion lets Fern move as she will, as he empties his seed into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 21:40:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Reluctant companion?&nbsp; Who is he speaking of?&nbsp; What is he going to do to that one?</em><br><br>Fern's mind flies to frenzy with his words.&nbsp; The stark panic blooming in her breast at the thought of what might occur to the reluctant companion brings a quick decision, darting to the forefront of her thinking on hummingbird wings.<br><br>The swelling and throbbing of his flesh within her brings scant warning as heated seed, salty and thick, fill her mouth and throat.&nbsp; Swallowing convulsively Fern continues his invasive movement, her flaring nostrils brushing his belly in steady rhythm, the muscles of her tongue fluttering against surging flesh as her lips clamp tightly around his surging.&nbsp; Her small hand curls slightly on his thigh and Miaren's arm, fingertips barely denting the taunt flesh as his seed follows its path to her belly, a puddle of heat warming her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 02:34:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It should have been obvious, but Miaren mistakenly thinks that her minimal compliance is better than outright rebellion.&nbsp; She pulls away as she feels Adamion release into Fern's mouth, thinking that the ordeal was over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 22:14:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion empties himself into Fern.&nbsp; He pours heat in scalding surges, pours the density of his cock straining the confines that caress it desperately in swallowing, pours the font of his semen.&nbsp; As he does, his strokes of her head become ardent.&nbsp; He glazes Fern in a thick layer of touches, making her surface glister with his presence and approval.<br><br>When at last he is done spending, and the bone of his penis takes on a torpid bucking, he withdraws.&nbsp; Cupping her cheeks, he looks down at Fern's face with an artist's appraising, controlling ardor.&nbsp; Once again, the Garden seems to hold the perfume of its breath.<br><br><strong>"You need less training, and so you will be her tender.&nbsp; Control her.&nbsp; And do not allow your sex to be penetrated, or I will be most displeased with you."</strong><br><br>One hand flies to wave over a large flock of attendants.&nbsp; <strong>"Have them put in an enclosure.&nbsp; Something shared.&nbsp; Aeryx."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 09:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Swallowing convulsively, her throat muscles run in rippled waves down her neck.&nbsp; Coughing lightly as his flesh finally withdraws, leaving lips swollen, glistening.&nbsp; She licks them hurriedly, as her gaze is drawn, pulled from her to his as he bring his hands to shelter her face, drawing her look to his.&nbsp; Eyes wide in confused and muddled apprehension find his, unblinking as she nods with his commands.<br><br>"You need less training, and so you will be her tender.&nbsp; Control her.&nbsp; And do not allow your sex to be penetrated, or I will be most displeased with you."<br><br>Trying to remember how to breath, her body shudders a little as she gives a small shake of her head with Adamion's admonition.&nbsp; No matter, she has no intention of earning his ire, of finding out what his 'displeasure' might entail.&nbsp; She had no intention of it either way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 16:01:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was over.&nbsp; Miaren sighs as she settles back.&nbsp; They've survived this, and now they just need to wait on Draque.&nbsp; From the sound of it, they aren't going to be raped, just imprisoned.&nbsp; As annoying as staying in one place is, Miaren can deal with it - at least for a little while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 16:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adamion steps back from Fern and Miaren, and the attendants descend.&nbsp; A pair of them each gathers up Fern and Miaren's arms, moving fluid and firm to gather them to their feet.&nbsp; Two more behind each woman observes with all the lethality of drawn weapons.&nbsp; Adamion addresses them idly as he slides a lithe finger reflectively along the recumbent coil of his slickened penis.<br><strong><br>"Make sure the tall one is nourished again before tonight.&nbsp; Otherwise, just observe."</strong><br><br>And he observes - observes with a piercing stare - as Miaren and Fern are led away, down a wending, fine stone path, to a building on the rim of the Garden.&nbsp; That glare leaves a fresh penetration.<br><br>Miaren finds the guidance of the celestial elves to be troubling.&nbsp; Though they walk as if on a bridge of air, even the subtle motion of their step jiggles her bound breasts.&nbsp; The leather cords wrapped about the base of her breasts have the effect of summoning blood in curious, thick currents to fill the orbs while refusing it any release.&nbsp; Swelling has begun, making the flesh expand excruciatingly with the trapped and tumbling blood.&nbsp; Dark rose hues prickle at her nipples as they are lifted high, and the skin is made glossy as though painfully vulnerable to the tenderest touch.&nbsp; There is one mean mercy: Whatever ointment they rubbed into her, allows that skin to stretch and that flesh to grow in its engorgement.&nbsp; There are few broken vessels, no splitting or bruising.&nbsp; Miaren's breasts instead expand, high and hard with feeling, bulging a tiny bit more with each heartbeat.<br><br>And in deeper places within her - in her mind - the uncanny solvent of what she licked from Fern continues to wet the fetters of her rational mind, making thinking sticky and slow, save for the raw, urgent impressions of bestial awareness.<br><br>The building they are led into is a large courtyard with flat, towering walls.&nbsp; It has fluffy tuffets of grass, piled around flowerbeds like frothing rainbow.&nbsp; Cool water stands crisp as glass in shallow lagoons.&nbsp; Sun bakes down as though through a lens.&nbsp; It is a little scrap of idyll, and here Miaren and Fern are deposited, shut behind a featureless gate without apparent lock.<br><br>With them - with the languid drift of flower fragrance and the stab of sunlight - they sense another presence: Some sharp, animal odor of bitter feathers, musky fur and spicy perfume.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 18:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Swept to her feet with the attendants surrounding her Fern's last hope of escape falls flat.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Maybe I&nbsp; heard wrong?&nbsp; Thought they got sleepy after?&nbsp; Must not be the same with the mouth?</em> <br><br>Even with the attendants present, Fern's reflexes bring the flight response to bear.&nbsp; Walking on the balls of her feet, well balanced, each step precise, graceful,l eager to run.&nbsp; But that window never comes as they are finally ushered into their gilded cage.&nbsp; <br><br>Daring a glance over at Miaren, she gives the other woman a nod as she immediately sets out to explore their erstwhile home.&nbsp; No exploration of wandering in wonder for Fern, gazing about in stunned appreciation as to the beauty of their surroundings.&nbsp; No, Fern's takes a decidedly rougher approach, crouching, crawling, winnowing behind and around everything.&nbsp; If there's an escape route, no matter how mean, she will find it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 19:11:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren takes the opposite route, going right where Fern goes left, north to the others south, with the intent of meeting her companion on the opposite end of the enclosure to compare notes.&nbsp; She curses under her breath at the taut pain of her breasts, and the loss of her equipment - particularly the length of rope that she had used to descend the cliff.<br><br>All the while, she is keenly aware of the <em>something</em> that lurks in the enclosure - perhaps some other pet?&nbsp; Eyes trained from years in the forests search for signs of spoor or tracks to identify the creature before it identifies her - or Fern.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 20:41:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It is Fern that comes across the spoor of the creature - a yellowish wad of rank strands amidst a smear of ocher stickiness, sitting half-buried in a sand pile against the left-hand wall of the enclosure.<br><br>And it is Miaren who is found by the creature himself.<br><br>He comes with a rustle of the jade-leafed myrrh trees that cluster on the right-hand side of the grove.&nbsp; Perfume teases Miaren.&nbsp; Branches conspire anxiously.&nbsp; There is a shifting of scent.<br><br>Then out he stalks, moving through the break in two trees with the patient confidence of a total sovereign: A griffon buck.&nbsp; <br><br>Bronze and gleaming on his leonine parts, which lift to five feet at the shoulder, he advances on Miaren without haste.&nbsp; The avian sharpness of his features, mantled in pale plumage, lifts in interest.&nbsp; Yellow eyes pin into her like claws.&nbsp; White wings spread, and the air shudders in hot awe.&nbsp; Contented growling strikes up the minor keys of a cello concerto in his throat.<br><br>He is nearly nine feet long, and he is built ox-big, and he is bearing down on Miaren steadily.&nbsp; And looking into his eyes, she can see in the acquisitive amber what the weird chemicals soaking her core inform her in nervous throbbing:&nbsp; He looks on her and sees not prey, but a mate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 01:52:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrinkling her nose at the scent and sight of the evidence of some other creature, a creature who's scat lies wholly unknown, unknowable to her prying eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Backing away a little, still crouched, hidden by the foliage Fern continues her careful explorations.&nbsp; Every step of her small bare feet carefully placed as to leave as little trace as possible, every movement born of one used to traveling unseen or unheard through darkened passages and pathways.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 03:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Being locked in with this creature as a predator is bad enough, and Miaren starts backing away, knowing that running inevitably triggers the 'chase' instinct.&nbsp; Seeing the look in the creature's eyes infuses her with a fresh horror.&nbsp; The hunger in its eyes isn't the hunger for fresh, bloody meat.<br><br>What's worse is the fact that the ointments have not relented in their smoky influence.&nbsp; The heat still runs through her tightly bound breasts and folds that have been teased almost to fluidity by Fern's fingers.<br><br><em>It's those potions he gave me,</em> she tells herself, but she can still feel the wetness, and she is sure that the gryphon can scent it just as easily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 18:34:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a pace somewhere between rushing and creeping slow.&nbsp; That is the speed of the griffon's descent on Miaren.&nbsp; It is not speeding over the mattresses of grass, but it is hardly ambling.&nbsp; It will not be letting her get away.&nbsp; The pouring play of gold and bronze comprising its feline frame sends its terrific mass across the space between them in what seems but a matter of a few bounding steps.<br><br>Soon Miaren finds herself in the shade of a cypress behind her, in a bowl of emerald grass flanked by petunias of formal indigo: All the bright colors and lush comforts of a playroom - and with a storybook monster stalking close enough to feel it breathing her scent directly from her bare and burning-tender breasts.<br><br>The blade of its beak skims near the high and darkening shelf of Miaren's breasts; it skims their glossiness with the point.&nbsp; Feline paws the size of serving plates plant on either side of her.&nbsp; The wings flash to curtain the sky.&nbsp; <br><br>The whole griffon looms, the heat and force and avian speed of it corralling Miaren as it seems to wait on her.&nbsp; It glares to pin her to the ground.&nbsp; It raises its shoulders to suggest she is below them.&nbsp; It does not growl or brandish or bite.<br><br>It waits, regal, to either dispense mercy or wrath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 09:57:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping her careful steps measured and sure, Fern continues to examine and explore, testing the limits of their cage, making note of any and all features found in her cautious search.&nbsp; Finding comfort in a behavior at once natural and normal to her Fern's tensed body slowly relaxes.&nbsp; Her juices sticky between her thighs, slowly drying in the cooling breeze.&nbsp; Lifting her head in an incautious moment Fern dares a moment of vocalization.<br><br>"Miaren?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 14:51:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren's head whips to the side when she hears Fern's voice.&nbsp; <em>No!</em> she thinks, not wanting to startle the creature now looming over her into attacking.&nbsp; She can only hope that the image of the griffon doesn't encourage the other woman to endanger herself.<br><br>She still attempts to move backward, to get out from under the regal shadow of the beast, and tries to ignore arousal that screams through her system.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I shouldn't feel this - I shouldn't feel any of this - Fern's at least another person, but not this...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 00:35:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren's head turns for an instant.&nbsp; In that instant, the griffon closes the final thread of distance.&nbsp; Separation between Miaren and the majestic beast becomes the friction of fur, the roll of a great chest pressing her flank and forcing it to bend, the lock of a frame of sinewy forelegs on either side of her.&nbsp; <br><br>In an instant, Miaren is cast to the soft, tufted grass.&nbsp; She is mounted.<br><br>The weight of him washes into her body, threatening to drown it.&nbsp; The skim of his feline pelt against her body licks it with a thousand fiery, soft tongues.&nbsp; The claws on either side of her bound breasts compress their tumid throbbing, pressing the agonized orbs into a tight cluster of swelling, darkening fruit.&nbsp; <br><br>The griffon sets its chest on her back.&nbsp; His heartbeat bubbles up, huge and thrumming like an engine, into the chamber of her torso.&nbsp; She is smothered in the woolly, fiery blanket of his musk.&nbsp; It has all the sharpness of a great cat's, the fluttering fineness of a bird's, and something deeper: A spicy scent.&nbsp; A stinging edge.&nbsp; A wet, carnal odor.<br><br>For an instant more, it holds still.&nbsp; The keen point of its beak traces her neck and feathers take chaste kisses on the height of her spine.&nbsp; Lust buzzes in the tonnage that sinks into her.<br><br>He explores her weight under him.&nbsp; He forces her to explore his weight.&nbsp; <br><br>The Garden wind gossips as the moment grows hot on Miaren's mounted form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 01:24:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the ghost of an echo, the silent "no" seep into her mind, Fern flattens to the soft loan beneath the ferns.&nbsp; Lichen and moss her bed as she strains to hear more.&nbsp; Well concealed she hesitates, ears straining for sound, anything above the whisper of the wind through the foliage.&nbsp; Hearing no screams or footsteps pounding on soil, she waits.&nbsp; Breath fighting to pass flaring nostrils, her eyes cast about through the greenery looking for the source of that echo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 02:35:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the touch of beak to her neck, Miaren freezes.&nbsp; One blow of that blade-like curve could break her neck or slash her throat.&nbsp; She can feel the heat of the creature above her, trapping her as securely as a housecat would pin a mouse.&nbsp; Her heart beats a rapid counterpoint to his - and she is painfully aware that it is male.&nbsp; She is aware in the throbbing of her reddened breasts and in the soft moistness of her sex.&nbsp; <br><br>The intent of the thing is clear, and horror fills her mind.&nbsp; She is sure that such a thing is not physically possible.<br><br><em>Oh gods - no - no, not - It's going to tear me in half!</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 18:24:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Through a narrow frame of jade leaves, Fern spies the griffon and Miaren in their rutting.<br><br>The griffon's hips jack forward; the haunches of the beast join with the silken curve of Miaren's.&nbsp; Her bottom's cheeks are parted by the press of scintillating fur.&nbsp; Her anus' tender circle kisses at strands of the satin pelt as it is sealed beneath the thrumming of the griffon's belly.&nbsp; She is buried below the slow rushing of the feline muscles, harnessed between its stout legs and surrounded by the heat, the thrilling odor, the restless and snug force of it.<br><br>And below, the moist slice of Miaren's sex is speared by the lean inch of a pointed prong of flesh: Flesh eagerly swollen; infused with a glutinous, liquid heat; splendidly slick with drizzling, pungent fluid; veined and smooth and raw.&nbsp; The penis of the griffon nuzzles into the rim of Miaren's vagina, stuck into the gluey folds of the little envelope.&nbsp; Twin points, rigid as branches but tensile and nervous with filled fluid, rake and lick at her socket.&nbsp; <br><br>They push in, probing and receding, stroking her hole, sliding down to skim her clitoris before bobbing back up in a rubbery flick back to her vagina.&nbsp; They tease.&nbsp; The beak teases her pulse with its deadliness.&nbsp; The griffon breathes in, savors, nuzzles against its mate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 23:24:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A tiny gasp, caught tight in her throat strangles Fern's breathing.&nbsp; Her eyes spread wide in shock and alarm at the sight spread before her.&nbsp; The scent carrying through the breeze to her buried with the ferns that are her namesake.&nbsp; <em>Miaren, Miaren, what do I do?&nbsp; I have..&nbsp; no weapons.. no way to help you..&nbsp; Miaren?</em><br><br>A tiny whimper escapes the blockade of her throat, forcing its way upward as she watches, not daring to move a hair's breadth least the creature rip Miaran with his claws or beak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 00:33:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The creature's belly stirs the tail that plugs her, even as its sex stirs the heated folds just below.&nbsp; Miaren's eyes widen as she hears Fern's silent voice.<br><br><em>S-stay back!</em> she warns.&nbsp; <em>One false move -</em> She doesn't let herself dwell on the possible consequences.&nbsp; Then it ceases to be an option as another motion drags rigid flesh against potion-heated nerves.&nbsp; Miaren is no virgin, but the sensation of this bestial intrusion is beyond her experience.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 18:43:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Miaren's mind spits out the tattered missive - "One false move" - the griffon hunches his hips forward and shoves hard.&nbsp; Motion wells up through Miaren as the feline immensity on top of her is filled with a rushing exertion; a wave that washes away all resistance and turns her nerves into a briny froth of submission.&nbsp; Furred hips slam against her thighs.&nbsp; Her tail lances down into the cavity of her ass, pushing the bulbous head into the strained space until penetration sears down through her tummy.&nbsp; Her bound breasts strain against the ground, stimulation filling their growing stretch further with blood, pressure forcing their expanding skin tighter.&nbsp; <br><br>And he enters her.&nbsp; <br><br>He pushes the fork of his penis into the clasping frenzy of Miaren's vagina.&nbsp; He meets her limits, thrusts again, eases them aside like butter around a brand.&nbsp; He grinds into the silky sheath, its melting gripping his motion, his veined throbbing, his furious lust.<br><br>Fern sees the griffon mount.&nbsp; She watches the fiery bronze of its titanic leonine form hunch up.&nbsp; She sees him bear down, smells the spill of fluids from Miaren's punctured core, hears the slapping and moist squeezing.&nbsp; Fern observes as, in the idyllic setting of the glade, the griffon pounds away at the bare, harnessed human woman.<br><br>And inside Miaren, over her, all around her, the griffon begins to hammer, smooth and steady, working its long, thick penis inside her as it pets her neck with its beak's curve.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 19:01:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There are two responses prey animals in the wild succumb to when faced with danger beyond their understanding; immediate flight or becoming one with the soil and remaining stock still.&nbsp; Even before the intellectual part of Fern's mind removed the former, she was still, her breath barely registering as movement.&nbsp; Her eyes remained well seated on the site before her even as the rational part of her refused it.&nbsp; This simply could not be happening.&nbsp; Unable to look away Fern's eyes see it all, unable to shut out the sounds she hears it all, unable to combat the strength of the scent it washes into her.<br><br><em>Miaren, I'm sorry.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 19:13:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There is no coherent response from Miaren.&nbsp; She didn't expect assistance, but she didn't expect to have a griffon interested in her as a mate, either.&nbsp; The feeling of the twinned prongs is alien in the way that it moves, but familiar in intent.<br><br>A cry escapes her, despite her own attempt to remain frozen - a futile and self-defeating reaction at best.&nbsp; She has lost a purity that she had never considered in danger, and yet - <br><br>The effects of the ointment are still teasing her nerves.&nbsp; Her body is craving and yielding to the penetration, even as her mind is fighting against the reality of it.&nbsp; She struggles to hold onto the fact that this is wrong - she can't afford to lose that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 19:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For Fern, the mating is just a flurry of thrusting beast and ripe, stimulating smells.&nbsp; The former is shocking in its ferocity and extent.&nbsp; The latter steals into her vulnerable senses and licks them wet.<br><br>For Miaren, it is much, much more.<br><br>It is endless, but not uniform.&nbsp; The force of it continues without end; the rhythm varies.&nbsp; Sometimes, the griffon is thrusting so hard that the tail is bouncing up and down, pistoning her ass, while the phallus inside her roots so deep as to dent her belly down.&nbsp; Other times, he is almost gentle, working its penis around in her, churning and caressing.&nbsp; Fiery feelings flock up and do not diminish.&nbsp; And always, there is the lapping of the fur against her clitoris, stroking it with devilish speed and loving constancy.<br><br>The thump of its haunches washes through her, and the lean of its body curves hers down to rut the grass.&nbsp; The edge of its beak skims her neck, dripping rumbling purrs and steamy breath.&nbsp; The feathered fringe of its maw nuzzles her cheek, her mouth, her ear.<br><br>Soon, though, the thickness of the penis in her changes.&nbsp; It grows dense and stuffs with scintillating fluid.&nbsp; Its veins begin to ripple.&nbsp; And the prong of it flattens, as though something within is going to push out.<br><br>Then, suddenly, the prong catches the fold of her cervix's opening.&nbsp; The griffon ceases his hammering; he begins to thrust short and delicate.&nbsp; The pronged tip forks against Miaren's womb, eases it wider and wider.&nbsp; Slowly, it slides in.&nbsp; It roots in the tender antechamber of her uterus.&nbsp; It lodges.<br><br>It locks.<br><br>And locked in Miaren, the griffon begins to rock, stirring and stimulating.<br><br>And to Fern, the mating takes on another aspect - as a wide lump bulges the flesh between the griffon's legs, like an egg, moving down the tube of its implanted penis with excruciating, almost imperceptible slowness.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 03:23:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wide frightened eyes stay glued to the scene before her as her limbs finally begin to relax from their paralyzed rigor, going to water.&nbsp; With a strangled cry, muffled in the loam beneath her she reaches behind her clutching the tail from her tight anus, tossing it angrily into the bushes.&nbsp; The swelling mass moving into Miaren brings her limbs to solid once again.&nbsp; Crawling on her belly back the way she has came, Fern finds a secluded corner drawing her legs up, wrapping her arms around herself rocking quietly.&nbsp; Helpless to assist Miaren, she finds a semblance of solace in removing herself from their mating.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 05:14:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of having her womb opened is insanity itself.&nbsp; Miaren's fingers scrabble in the grass as she tries in vain to pull forward.&nbsp; She cannot see the mass that swells her attacker's penis, but she can certainly feel it.&nbsp; She feels the muscles of her vagina fight against it, and feels them pressed wide as it forces its way past her opening.&nbsp; Is this a knot like she has seen with wolves?&nbsp; Or something completely different?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 05:53:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ovoid shape crawls up Miaren's vagina.&nbsp; Fern can see her companion's haunches shaking convulsively as her slit eats the round, long mass, folds suckling in shock around the tumbles of silky fur that sheath the base of the griffon's cock.&nbsp; She watches as Miaren's belly plumps down in a shallow bulge.&nbsp; Then, with a ferocious shudder, the griffon surges his hips forward.&nbsp; Miaren's haunches are struck like a drum skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside, the spread fork of the phallus embedded in Miaren's uterus spits out a gummy fluid.&nbsp; Carpeting the tender purse of flesh, the fluid soaks and spreads.&nbsp; It soon has her awash in its heat, as the instrument of its delivery seethes with shivering.&nbsp; And closer and closer to its new cradle, blanketed in the preparatory fluid, the oval crawls.<br><br>It meets her cervix.&nbsp; It rolls smooth as cloud, firm as iron.&nbsp; The griffon hunches again.<br><br>The beak caresses her neck and the burly frame of the beast bucks.&nbsp; <br><br>The egg bursts into Miaren's womb.&nbsp; Weight flares her belly out.&nbsp; Fluid tosses a tingling tempest in her belly.&nbsp; All nerves heave and pant their bright pink breath.<br><br>They are still panting as another egg drops from the trunk of the griffon's body, and squeezes sleekly into the shocked gape of Miaren's vagina.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 06:19:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clamping her hands over her ears, she squeezes her eyes shut tight as she rocks, humming to herself a lullaby from her childhood, her body shivering in shock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 06:51:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A cry accompanies the sudden weight.&nbsp; Miaren had expected a gush of fluid - something that she could wash away and deny the existence of.&nbsp; This - lump - and the threat of another one spreading her, caused something in her mind to snap.&nbsp; Desperately, she tried to get away from the griffon - away from the things it was implanting in her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 22:36:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden scrambling catches the griffon by surprise.&nbsp; Ivory feathers ruffle and a snort of motion shivers the feline trunk.&nbsp; Miaren pulls forward.&nbsp; Her mate pulls back.&nbsp; Where they are joined becomes a feverish blister of feeling.<br><br>The prong embedded in Miaren's womb stretches from a soft, sinewy plug to a searing strap fastened to her core.&nbsp; Dug in like a briar, it transmits the fierce tugging to the tender flesh around it.&nbsp; Muscles stretch in sympathy.&nbsp; Nerves bite down hard on the implanted prong.&nbsp; Everything strains.&nbsp; Miaren finds that by heaving forward, she is tugging against her own interior.<br><br>But the griffon is tugging back.&nbsp; And with a twist of his haunches, he dislodges, drawing the forked point of its penis from the hollow of her uterus.&nbsp; Fluid splashes a final tear against the egg already rooted in her.&nbsp; Friction flutters like burning butterflies in her tummy.&nbsp; The tube sucks out its leathery length.&nbsp; <br><br>The pressure coughs the second egg free of the griffon's sex.&nbsp; It plants it in Miaren's.&nbsp; The egg is lodged, smooth and heavy and snug in the aching ring of her cervix.&nbsp; <br><br>Encircling flesh tries not to shiver too much.&nbsp; It sips in the soothing fluid still basting it in warmth, but not too loosely.&nbsp; It clenches at the widest point of the egg.&nbsp; Not too hard, though.&nbsp; Not too rapidly.&nbsp; <br><br>A twitch, a clench, a shift of weight, and the egg will slide.&nbsp; It will pop through the elastic circle, one way or the other.&nbsp; The slightest motion, and it may slide into Miaren's tingling vagina, or sink against its brother bedded in her womb.<br><br>The griffon, dislodged, stalks backward to watch its agonized mate with a cool, regal wariness, looking for all the world like a painting on a heraldic shield.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 23:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The imminence of the creature, its solid regal stance and demeanor completely lost on Fern.&nbsp; Keeping herself well pressed to the surrounding wall, she remains burrowed in the verdant foliage, her breath slowing as she regains control of her run away heartbeat. Opening her eyes to dappled light she slides them through the greenery, careful to avoid undo movement which might betray her or give her target status.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 23:41:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren totters forwards a little as the griffon's hooked forks pull out of her.&nbsp; She manages to stumble a few feet away before the pain inside halts her.&nbsp; All the while, there is a strange feeling of loss where she was once filled.&nbsp; She glares at the griffon as if it is somehow responsible for that as well.<br><br>But there is no time for accusations.&nbsp; The egg lodged at the threshold of her womb is still there, and she has no idea what to do about it or the one already inside her.&nbsp; Still keeping an eye on the beast, she tries to remove it the only way she knows how.<br><br>Two fingers creep into the warm vault of her vagina, questing upwards for the blockage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 07:32:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a disturbance of ivory feathers and a canter of clipped steps, the griffon departs Miaren's company.&nbsp; It turns his head, glaring inquisitively at the raw, red dangle of his phallus, probing over the stand of flesh with his peppercorn eyes.&nbsp; Dull and fixated, the griffon continues to wonder over its spurting parts as he ambles from the glade, leaving Fern to fragile peace and Miaren to her inner disturbance.<br><br>Miaren's probing finds the egg proving elusive and delicately dire.&nbsp; Sliding two fingers into the pulpy yield of her vagina is easy, if achingly sensitive.&nbsp; They discover her insides to still hug and clasp possessively; still seize, soaked through with fresh thrills.&nbsp; They slide up herself smoothly enough.&nbsp; But when they touch the egg, the resonance of the impact sends a shiver through the surrounding ring - through the clasp of her cervix that can bear no more aggravation.&nbsp; The flesh tingles a bit, squeezing to close, and the egg slides slightly out of the entrapping circumference.&nbsp; An instant later, relaxing flesh tugs it back deeper toward the swollen chamber of her womb.&nbsp; Miaren is left with her fingers deep and her fingertips only able to stroke the shallow sides of the smooth egg - to threaten to push it in, or to try to slowly, ever-so-slowly, pet it out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 11:52:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ears attenuated quest for sounds of passage, her nerves stretched taught as she slowly emerges from her self imposed exile, stretching muscles and tendons quivering with suppressed adrenaline.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath proved easier to draw the air in than to press it back out.&nbsp; Lungs seeming to wish to freeze hold the breath, relinquishing it selfishly as the passing of adrenaline quakes through her body.&nbsp; Limbs held repressed, quivering in overdose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 14:33:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A shiver of relief travels out through the mental contact.&nbsp; <em>It's gone,</em> follows when Miaren has herself somewhat more composed.&nbsp; She doesn't dare move to seek out Fern, concentrating on the seemingly impossible task of coaxing the egg out of herself.<br><br>It is a risky endeavor - In addition to the smooth, slick surface of the egg and its precarious position, the feeling of her own fingers inside her is tempting sensitized nerves.&nbsp; She has been on the edge of climax since before the griffon assaulted her, but horror - and now fear - have kept her balanced on that sharp edge.<br><br><em>Have - to get it - out...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 16:43:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fern watches Miaren in the lonely glade.&nbsp; The only hint of danger that remains is the simmering reek of the monster - steaming out of the fluid that drape and leak from Miaren, scored into the ground where his paws wrote their fevered missives of passion, salting the place in feathers, lick marks and seed.&nbsp; That impression of the griffon is so rich, it seems marrow deep in the quiet place.&nbsp; That, and the agonies Miaren undergoes before Fern's eyes.<br><br>Inside Miaren, her fingers flick and skitter around the frictionless onyx of the egg's bulging end.&nbsp; She bears down around it as she touches, each tapping contact sending a thrilling telegraphy through her strained muscles.&nbsp; Contractions flock, rolling the ovoid this way and that, in and out.&nbsp; One end of it touches against its peer - the one already cradled in her womb, which is beginning to cluster fibrous growths around it, knitting a blanket for itself from the stuff of Miaren's uterus.&nbsp; The two edgeless ends of the eggs roll and lick together, pressed by the tented flesh hugging them.&nbsp; The other end of the egg eludes Miaren's fingers as they lick at it, trying to take hold.<br><br>Until, at last, they do.&nbsp; The egg slides a tiny bit forward into the quaking heat of Miaren's vagina.&nbsp; It takes stretching that tender sheath further.&nbsp; It means her cervix goes from a gape to a wail.&nbsp; It clamps her hand against the slick-trimmed mouth of her sex and demands grinding.&nbsp; But she has a hold.<br><br>She flicks it again.&nbsp; The egg detaches from the other within her.&nbsp; Her muscles dilate all the more.&nbsp; Slick shivers out of her in teary anticipation.&nbsp; Everything takes on its own heartbeat.&nbsp; Every point of friction is a bite.<br><br>She rolls it again.&nbsp; More pulls out; more width, fighting its way from her.&nbsp; Her fingers play in a perfumed tallow leaking from within her - the leavings of the griffon's seed.&nbsp; Her vulva is fused to her hand.&nbsp; Her womb is an ache, a star on the brink of sundering darkness, a convulsion waiting to be born.<br><br>She rolls it again.&nbsp; That convulsion happens.&nbsp; The muscles around her cervix bear down in a sudden twitch of tension realized.&nbsp; Her cervix swallows its gasp.&nbsp; Her womb swallows the egg.<br><br>Egg taps against egg in the too small space.&nbsp; Belly flesh bulges to take on the embedded pair of eggs.&nbsp; Her womb shuts, kissing her fingertips in gratitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:07:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes darting about, scanning for movement, Fern gingerly steps towards Miaren.&nbsp; Every movement with trembling limbs placed carefully as to prevent stumbling, stepping on dry twigs or errant objects that could cause injury to her bare feet or alert anyone to her movement till she reaches the other woman's side.&nbsp; Reaching a tentative hand to touch her swollen belly, she looks up into the taller woman's eyes searching for information.<br><br>"Are you all right?" She whispers slowly, her voice filled with heavy concern.&nbsp; Not having heard her speak since the vale, anxious for some sort of verbal response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:20:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was just the two of them.&nbsp; She was no longer stalking through the unknown.&nbsp; There was no reason to keep silent.<br><br>"Fern - oh Shades - it - it put <em>eggs</em> in me," she hissed softly.&nbsp; "I - I tried to get it out, but - it went too deep."<br><br>She flushed from the admission of what had happened, hastily wiping sticky fingers off on the close-trimmed grass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:31:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Solitude breathes its whispers hot over the glade:&nbsp; Tropical calm in the breeze.&nbsp; A certain wet lushness to the grass they cluster on.&nbsp; Butterflies in their bright, formless parade.<br><br>Someone might be watching.&nbsp; Someone might be listening to the girls converse; might be savoring their distress the way a knife savors a good cut of meat yielding, coming apart.&nbsp; No one shows themselves, though.<br><br>Just solitude, breathing like a sultry libertine after a good ravishing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:33:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her posture, her voice, all a whisper as she finally relaxes a hair's breadth, coming to light next to Miaren.&nbsp; A small hand rests but a moment her the other woman's swollen belly.&nbsp; "I saw,&nbsp; everything.&nbsp; I'm sorry I couldn't help you.&nbsp; How do you feel?"<br><br>Rising on the balls of her feet, Fern finally raises her eyes scanning the walls enclosing them.<br><br>"I think I might be able to climb, maybe find a way out?&nbsp; If I do, do you think you can follow?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 04:55:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren pushes herself to her feet.&nbsp; The lump in her womb has changed her balance, requiring her to adjust to the new weight and center of gravity.&nbsp; Even walking makes her aware of the two ovoids settled against the purse-string mouth of her cervix.<br><br>"It's sick - I - I couldn't stop it either.&nbsp; Something in that ointment - it made it -" she broke off the sentence, refusing to even think about how it had affected her.&nbsp; "It made it come after me," she finished.&nbsp; <br><br>She listens to Fern's plan, shifting on her feet to try to acclimate to the swelling of her lithe body.&nbsp; "I don't know - maybe?&nbsp; Let me see where you're talking about, and I'll give it a go."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 16:45:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stalking the sheer walls of the enclosure, no obvious escape is discovered.&nbsp; The only recourse seems to be a place where the span of the surrounding roof has overhanging bars - crossbeams between two peaked roofs - rather than the ridge of the roof itself.&nbsp; Fern may be able to attempt a climb there, though it would require gaining traction for about a dozen feet of where there seems to be none.<br><br>Miaren experiences a revelation of a different sort.&nbsp; She is certain that the die-smooth eggs are swelling subtly.&nbsp; She cannot see it yet.&nbsp; It is hard to feel with her hands.&nbsp; Her womb knows, all the same, with a fluid straining feeling delicately dampening it along with the weight of the ovoids.&nbsp; As if in reply, the potion-soaked regions of her body - her expanding breasts in their bindings; the runny hollow of her vagina - take up a melodious and rising thrill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 04:33:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A dissatisfied air permeates Fern's stalking of the exterior of their shared prison.&nbsp; Eyes following each line and curve of the wall, looking for breaks, toe holds, lines or cracks indicating a manner of egress not previously seen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Frustration building slowly with each practiced step upon soil, carrying her around the confined perimeter.<br><br>"DAMNIT!" pounding fists upon the source of her frustration, Fern leans her forehead upon the same wall, taking several slow deep breaths, her full breasts heaving as she stills her rampant pulse.&nbsp; "This ain't right.. It just ain't right.. Ya don't keep folks in a cage.&nbsp; Doing, the gods knows what to them."<br><br>Turning in anger, she kicks out at an innocent bit of plant growth.&nbsp; "Stupid.. I shoulda run when I had the chance.&nbsp; Might have been able to get us some help.&nbsp; Maybe you wouldn't be.. like that."&nbsp; she waves a hand in the vague vicinity of the other woman's bulging belly, her eyes falling to the ruined foliage.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 04:56:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can't go off on our own any more," Miaren says, still hushed, not wanting to reveal to their captors that she <em>can</em> speak.&nbsp; "It could have been you just as easily."&nbsp; Fear touches her gaze.&nbsp; She knows that Adamion had cautioned Fern against being penetrated, but she has no idea if the griffon has some way of knowing that, or what punishment might result from a lapse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 06:45:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fern's banging on the walls reveals that, indeed, the planks do have enough seams in them for her to attempt a climb.&nbsp; It would be practically improbable, impossible for one of lesser skill.&nbsp; Her lithe form might just do it.<br><br>Behind Miaren, some slouching form rustles the jade trees with its bronzed circling.&nbsp; The griffon.&nbsp; She smells he is close; he marches his territory.&nbsp; And her heightened senses tingle freshly with the likelihood that he will soon stalk in to assert his dominance over it again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 07:57:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stalking the boundaries yet again Fern finds a well concealed, or as well concealed as is possible considering the circumstances, out of the way cubby.&nbsp; Eyes narrowed, working to pierce its secrets, Fern's fingers find purchase, adding toes she works slowly and carefully, keeping as close to the wall, watching over her shoulder behind her as often as she is able. <br><br>"Keep an eye.&nbsp; I don't want nobody sneakin up on me. Kinda stuck here till I can get us out."&nbsp; Fern's fervent whisper carries to Miaren as she continues to climb as long as she is able.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 18:31:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fern - it's back," Miaren hissed, backing up to get as close to the wall as possible.&nbsp; She was in no mood to get mounted by a beast again, and she certainly didn't want Fern to get attacked by it either.&nbsp; She kept her eyes on the nearby trees, watching for the creature to make its appearance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 18:40:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bounding up the seams in the wall, Fern makes to the crossbeams connecting the two pieces of roof.&nbsp; She can see over the other side of the wall into a hall like featureless, poured lacquer - an ocean of frictionless brown - with rice paper walls arranged on either side.&nbsp; The hall is empty, sticky with quiet.&nbsp; <br><br>She can also see that Miaren will have to attempt a climb of four almost tractionless feet before she can reach her and even hope to pull her up.&nbsp; <br><br>Below, in the enclosure, the griffon has halted.&nbsp; He stands in concealment behind interlacing branches of sparkling, gem-like leaves, watching.&nbsp; Miaren can feel his stare switching from one girl to the other.&nbsp; She can taste its sharpness in the back of her throat.&nbsp; In deeper places, his scent gathers with the sensation of wool spooling wet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 09:47:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding out a hand, palm towards Miaren in a gesture to wait, Fern gains her feet. Her toes curling to grip the crossbeams.&nbsp; This,&nbsp; this was something she understood well. Hands outstretched, she carefully makes her way looking examining the exterior of their prison, practiced feet finding purchase as her eyes explore; occasional forays into the foliage and to Miaren, her ears attuned to movement from within or without.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 17:19:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fern -" The warning is cut off by that imperative gesture.&nbsp; Miaren backs into the corner, if only to keep her flanks protected.&nbsp; The horse-hair tail bumps the enclosure wall, sending a jolt through her insides, but she doesn't think of the possibility of removing it.<br><br>The griffon is more important - more of a threat.&nbsp; She can feel the twin eggs inside her, low and heavy against her cervix.&nbsp; She knows that the creature wasn't done with her when she pulled away, and she fears what might happen if she is borne down by it a second time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 04:41:42</strong>
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				Fern's canny estimation measures the hall beyond: It is paneled wood, arrayed in long, lean, dusky strips - twenty feet wide in a row some one hundred feet long.&nbsp; Four rice paper doors suggest four distinct chambers on either side.&nbsp; No sign of movement is discernible.&nbsp; No illumination, but for the natural ambient light from gaps in the ceiling.&nbsp; Nothing stirs there - even dust is absent.<br><br>Below in the garden enclosure, the griffon emerges.&nbsp; He seems none the worse for wear from his coupling, his pelt still a gleaming tumble of bronze over the lope of his sturdy muscles.&nbsp; He stalks from the branches idly, strolling his leonine weight under a canopy of ivory wings in folded glister.&nbsp; There is no mistaking the object of his attention, though.&nbsp; The glistening lapis of his gaze punctures Miaren.<br><br>His intent is less clear.&nbsp; Though scent and sight both give hints of his pronged phallus, poking with crimson anxiety from the furry droop of his lower belly, his haunches have no tension in them.&nbsp; His great, regal mass betrays none of the taut readiness of a hunting predator.&nbsp; Rather, he seems to approach Miaren as though sauntering up to a creature both harmless and intimate.&nbsp; <br><br>And, set in the curve of his beak, he carries a severed branch with four plump, ruby fruits attached, swaying fat in their pocked, ripe rinds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 09:25:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crouching low on her walltop perch,&nbsp; Fern's hands gripping the wooden framework between her feet spread to accommodate her weight.&nbsp; Well balanced and perfectly at ease on the narrow beam, she watches in amazement the approach of the creature.&nbsp; <br><br>It is certainly beautiful. Beautiful and obviously dangerous.&nbsp; <br><br>The offering of food within its beak, for that is.. what it was... an offering of food, an offering of food, to his mate, more of a surprise than its now unhurried posture.&nbsp; Glancing suspiciously between Miaren and the creature realization of his bearing, dawning slowly.&nbsp; The thought, at once repugnant, brings her gag reflex to life.&nbsp; A slight quiver momentarily unbalancing, she shifts, forcing her eyes wide.&nbsp; <br><br>Whispered admonitions spit between her lips, at once reprimanding and giving herself a much needed pep talk.&nbsp; "Stupid.. hold on.&nbsp; Can't lose yerself now girly.&nbsp; Fall on your head, we both done for. Come on. Lets find the way out, then come back for her.&nbsp; He ain't gonna hurt her."<br><br>With the close of her private discourse Fern turns, standing as she does so, walking the narrow beam to the edge of the wall nearest her, slipping down the other side to land with softened feet, flexing her legs to absorb the shock and sound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 15:53:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And just like that, Miaren is alone with the beast again.&nbsp; She glances up at Fern's retreating form, knowing that she won't be able to make that scramble up by herself.&nbsp; Maybe before - but she isn't used to having that bulge and extra weight.<br><br>She looks back at the griffon, making the same connection that Fern did.&nbsp; The food is a courtship gift - a declaration of its intent, non-threatening but still lustful.&nbsp; She feels the same disgust as Fern did, but does she dare refuse?<br><br>Slowly, she sinks down to sit in that corner, her back still pressed to the wall.&nbsp; Small target, non-threatening, as protected as she can be in this dangerous place.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 17:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>* HALLWAY *</strong><br><br>Fern lands in the hallway as soundlessly as a dropped thought.&nbsp; Her scan confirms what her initial observation suggested:&nbsp; The hall is empty, but for the ghostly stalk of its rich aroma of lacquer.&nbsp; The rice paper chambers seem silent.&nbsp; A far door at the other end of the hall stands slid shut.&nbsp; There is only one difference.<br><br>Behind her, the formerly opaque wall of the enclosure is entirely transparent - just empty air - through which she can see Miaren hunkering before the approach of the griffon.<br><br><br><strong>* ENCLOSURE *</strong><br><br>Sitting, facing the griffon, Miaren feels the membrane of distance bend in with the brazen encroachment of the griffon.&nbsp; The sleek beast saunters closer, glorious and sigil calm.&nbsp; The size of him again looms.&nbsp; The size of his scent blossoms fresh in the wet ground of her loins and breast and head.<br><br>He marches up and drops the branch at her feet.&nbsp; The fruit lays there in its chubby clusters, almost glowing with nutrients.&nbsp; And now, done with his errand, the griffon seems devoid of further intent.&nbsp; Shoe button eyes skim over Miaren in a neat observation.&nbsp; His elegant beak lifts.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, with a turn of his flank, the griffon paces some distance away.&nbsp; There he stands, looking about the enclosure with a challenging stare.&nbsp; Now, he is rigid and ready, his muscles arrayed in tense strips.&nbsp; His wings lay down like the edge of a blade sharpening.&nbsp; His eyes gouge the emptiness of the garden as though seeking to uproot some venomous threat he can sink all his ferocity into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 05:07:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stalking carefully, crouched and coiled to spring Fern's bared feet carry her cautiously over the wooden floor.&nbsp; The scent of lacquer heavy.&nbsp; Eyes narrowed in focused observation, Fern brings her hands up to where a solid wall should reside.&nbsp; Looking past that to the crouched form and stalking beast, her breath held precious within her.&nbsp; Glancing quickly to the door at the far end, she turns her focus again to the form of her friend.&nbsp; A determined set of her jaw the only precursor before raising her fists, prepared to beat through or disspell whatever magics held sway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 06:47:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Unaware of Fern's location, Miaren stares at the offering for a long minute.&nbsp; She vaguely remembers the meal they had together, so long ago - would it be so wrong to sample the fruit?&nbsp; There certainly isn't any sense in starving herself, and with several fruits there, she could give two of them to Fern if - <em>when</em> - the other woman returned.<br><br>Still contemplating this, she reaches out and picks up the branch, bringing the fruit up to inspect.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 14:53:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>* HALLWAY *</strong><br><br>Fern's assault on the enclosure barrier proves to be no assault at all.&nbsp; Her first touch of a ready fist finds the portal to be as immaterial as it seems.&nbsp; Her reach extends through where the solid wall should be, finding no resistance but her own surprise.&nbsp; For all she can see - can feel - her hands are moving in the space of the enclosure.<br><br><br><strong>* ENCLOSURE * </strong><br><br>Arrayed in sentinel, the griffon is occupied with his own assault - a wary challenge to all the quarters of the enclosure, slashes of his avian head demanding their emptiness present a threat to his territory or remain in cringing silence.&nbsp; The latter occurs.&nbsp; The only disturbance in the enclosure is the faint rustle of ivory wings and the restive shift of his bronze pelt.&nbsp; Claws flex, nakedly lethal, through the padded grass.&nbsp; The grass - and the lazy humidity, the crystalline water, the lush and silent chime of jade leaves all about - offer no resistance.<br><br>Miaren discovers the fruit to be fleshy and warm.&nbsp; Its rind is more membranous than stiff.&nbsp; While pocked with the suggestion of being porous, its blood hue is more suggestive of a mammalian thing.&nbsp; All the same, it exudes the faintest hint of a nectarine scent, swollen with nutritive citrus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:41:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprise and delight her initial reaction to the breaching of that imagined barrier.&nbsp; <br><br>Nothing?&nbsp; Its not really there? YES!&nbsp; <br><br>Yanking her hands back to herself,&nbsp; Fern looks around hurriedly.&nbsp; If that particular wall was illusionary, then.. the others likely were as well?&nbsp; Pacing a few moments, her countenance furrowed in fierce concentration she watches the creature and Miaren, whispering to herself as she was want to do when faced with perilous or difficult deliberations.<br><br>"Wait girly.. that things gonna move sometime.. gonna leave Miaren be a few minutes.&nbsp; Then, then you can get her outta there.&nbsp; Does it know the walls ain't real?"&nbsp; A quiet sigh escapes her as she scrubs her face in irritation, combing her hair back out of her face, feet planted firmly as she waits, ready to spring.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:57:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren is watching the creature as well, her back against the very wall that Fern is behind.&nbsp; It feels real to her, smooth and trackless.&nbsp; Hunger gets the better of her - far too distracting to ignore, and therefore far too distracting to leave be if she intends to escape.&nbsp; One of the fruits parts from its branch under her manipulations, and almost absently gets lifted to her lips.<br><br>She'll save two for Fern - that's only fair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:11:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren finds the rind of the fruit breaks almost eagerly.&nbsp; Its tense, membranous surface parts as though having been trembling anticipation to do so.&nbsp; Under it, the flesh is fibrous, firm; though swarmed with the distinctive chambered cells of a vegetable, the substance to it is more like that of a steak.&nbsp; Its nectar is watery though - a juice rather than a blood, despite its rich, red hue.&nbsp; It tastes as its smell promised - an elaborately layered, almost creamy citrus with just the faintest cloying element of nectarine.&nbsp; It fastens to what it touches, sticky and generously nourishing.<br><br>Inside Miaren, the eggs stir.&nbsp; Their smooth shells seem almost to swell, to take on weight, as the mass within them rocks in gratitude.&nbsp; Warm feelings crawl from their sleek surfaces, as a life within each moves like claws against a glass jar.<br><br>And behind Miaren, Fern stalks, seeing Miaren resting her weight against what appears empty air - what she knows her hands can pass through.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 11:27:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crouching low Fern moves behind Miaren.&nbsp; Glancing hurriedly about her, her eyes alert to any movement from the creature as she slowly reaches back through the 'wall', reaching to touch Miaren's back.&nbsp; Her intention, to pull Miaren through, cautiously reaching for the leather strappings that are their supposed clothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 14:24:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Unaware of Fern's presence or actions, Miaren continues to nibble at the fruit, until one is reduced to a few sticky smears of juice being licked off her fingers.&nbsp; Her other hand presses against her abdomen, trying to quell the feelings of motion there.&nbsp; She continues to watch the griffon, who is watching - what?
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 15:08:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Whatever the griffon watches, goes unseen.&nbsp; The ferocious bull griffon glowers at the recesses of the enclosure all about, as if challenging an army of phantoms in array.&nbsp; He does not move, though.&nbsp; He makes no definite sign of encroaching threat.&nbsp; He only guts the emptiness with his gaze to make sure it cannot marshal against him, his land and his mate.<br><br>In that mate - in the soft and achingly sensitive rind of Miaren's womb - the eggs continue to billow with vitality.&nbsp; Against the press of her hand, the smooth contours become definite, felt in scintillating relief through the stretched sleek of her belly via the fever bright telegraphy of a hundred worried nerves.&nbsp; Hormones rush like housewarming guests to the tender tightness, delivering packets of flickering excitement, crisp awareness, brandied arousal.&nbsp; Flesh reacts by cupping the eggs all the more ardently.&nbsp; The eggs, in reply, seem to feel to grow.<br><br>They tremble ever so slightly as Fern's touch passes the space of the enclosure wall, catching the paper-thin cling of one of the straps grasping Miaren's nudity, and hauling her into the space of the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 18:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Setting feet firmly, a look of fierce determination coupled with the fear of reprisal should they be found out, Fern grasps the leather strapping within her small hands.&nbsp; Hands more used to manipulating locks, purse strings grip.&nbsp; Fine fingers made for dexterous occupations grip.&nbsp; With feet set as firmly as her features, she heaves a heavy grunt as arms' muscles bind, a yank to pull Miaren through.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 18:53:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren bites back a yelp as the wall behind her suddenly swallows her up.&nbsp; She attempts to twist in the grasp of - whatever has grabbed her - if only to make sure that she doesn't get attacked by the very structure that enclosed them.&nbsp; Visions of strange tendrils attempting to violate her swarm unbidden into her mind.&nbsp; She's already been mounted by a griffon, so the concept doesn't seem so far-fetched as it would have even half an hour ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 04:29:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the silent chamber of the lacquered hall, Miaren's thrashings fill Fern's arms.&nbsp; Striking against an imaginative, phantom horror, Miaren nearly cuffs Fern on her fine jaw, and stings her side with an errant elbow.&nbsp; Fern tumbles below the weight of the larger woman's wildness.<br><br>The silence in the hall remains intact.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 10:44:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooffff.."<br><br>A rush of air from tightly held breath, eyes crossing as she clenches her jaw to avoid crying out with the sudden and, shouldn't have been, unexpected assault, as Fern lands.&nbsp; Ungainly, inelegant, a smack on the ass echoing through the lacquered hall and she plops unceremoniously with the other woman falling on top of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Struggling a moment, a turtle on its back would have found its feet just a bit quicker than Fern.&nbsp; Miaren laying over her, her belly distended by the deposited eggs insured a most ungracious repose.&nbsp; Any other time,&nbsp; any other place, Fern would have found herself doubled over in laughter at the ridiculousness of their pose.&nbsp; Fern; flat on her back, feet well spread from the balancing earlier as she prepared to haul the other woman back.&nbsp; Miaren; fallen with her back to Fern's belly.&nbsp; Her own belly a rounded solid mass.&nbsp; <br><br>the pain of her jaw quickly replaced with the strong, implacable urge to look, to see the creature, to see its reaction and gauge their safety.&nbsp; That on thought, of getting away from that thing, overriding concerns for any other two legged creature,... at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 16:34:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Realizing that she wasn't in danger, Miaren quickly stills, rolling off of Fern with the grace of a land-bound seal.&nbsp; "Where are we?" she whispers, loathe to disturb the strange stillness.&nbsp; For all she knows, there could be someone watching them here - could have been someone watching them in the courtyard.<br><br>Someone could have seen the griffon taking her, she realizes with a flush of mortification.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 16:44:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If someone is watching now, they do so at a remove.&nbsp; As for the griffon, he looks rather dumbfounded by the disappearance of his mate, stalking about with heavy paws and restless glances.&nbsp; Beak lifted and scenting, wings shimmering with consternation, he circles his territory in search.&nbsp; The one-way portal of the empty space into the enclosure seems to be frustrating him.&nbsp; He gives no indication that he can see what he searches for.<br><br>The part of him still within Miaren - his eggs - are most definitely as restless as their father.&nbsp; Miaren can feel them busily gathering nutrients and pressing them hard into mounting size.&nbsp; Smooth warms continues its beastly bloom in her uterus.&nbsp; The soft case of her belly reaches with imperceptible slowness to a larger swell.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 18:40:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bounding to feet desiring wings with which to fly, Fern's gaze rounds quickly taking in any changes within their little enclosure.&nbsp; Satisfying yerself, for the moment, that they will go undisturbed she looks back to Miaren.<br><br>"I don't know.&nbsp; I wish I could tell you we are safe, but I just don't know.&nbsp; Come on."&nbsp; Grabbing Miaren by the hand Fern's evaluation of the room completely, her frustration level rising, she tugs Miaren behind her as she pads in stealth to the door she had spied earlier.&nbsp; Holding a finger to her lips in caution for silence, Fern presses her ear upon the portal's closure.&nbsp; Holding her breath, listening with all her half human ears could hear.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 19:26:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren nods, making a similar key-turning motion beside her own mouth.&nbsp; Something tells her it is safer not to speak anyways, considering the threats that Adamion made.&nbsp; Slowly, she gets to her feet, rubbing her behind where the tail had been unsettled.&nbsp; Surprisingly, it had not been dislodged, nor has the thought of removing it crossed her mind.<br><br>Once on her feet, she follows Fern to the strange portal.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 20:26:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fern and Miaren pass four sliding doors made of lantern-yellow rice paper in stark teak grids on their way to the door at the end of the hallway.&nbsp; <br><br>This larger portal looms almost the entirety of the hallway's capacious span.&nbsp; Like the wood of the paper walls, it has a dark hue to its iron hard substance.&nbsp; Yet while it appears to be wood, the exquisite intricacy of its grain suggests a far greater artifice than mere nature:<br><br>Shaped as though the natural sweep and rough of wood's grain, images are embedded in the surface of the door and its frame.&nbsp; They are not engraved.&nbsp; They shimmer in suggestions of shade up from the wood itself, as though the pictures grew naturally - as though the tree had been born with visions of smoky battlefields, ecstatic dances and eerie symbols swarming its dreams.&nbsp; The images spool through the shining flesh of the wood in cryptic miniature.&nbsp; They sparkle and creep and hide, telling whole tapestries of narrative.&nbsp; And yet these tiny images, in their wild strands, also form the stencil to illustrate larger images:&nbsp; A hundred diminutive tableaux combine to the image of an Elven knight; some forty idylls are arrayed into the languid body of a sleeping woman; a genealogy of portraits clusters into the shape of a distant mountain.&nbsp; <br><br>The articulate door is a majesty of complexity made nature.&nbsp; It is both radiant and dusky.&nbsp; Both solid and suggestive of the phantasmal.&nbsp; Both bleak and beautiful.&nbsp; The frame it stands in is no exception, being similarly surfaced with images that layer into images and into images.&nbsp; These, though, are abstract, not representational.&nbsp; They form a pattern hypnotically fathomless and enthrallingly complex.&nbsp; <br><br>They also do not make a noise as, with the slightest touch of Fern's ear, the doors begin to open slowly.<br><br>Through the narrow aperture, a sudden rush of noise and light pours into the hallway from the chamber beyond - a crowd of women in heated discussion, lilting voices working like a whip dance of archaic Elven, as pipers play a low and errant tune, and dishes click with the most delicate of dining.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 06:45:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing on the balls of her feet, she pulls back from the door, eyes wide as she turns to give warning to Miaren for silence.&nbsp; A minute shake of her head, her hand staying the door as she slowly, carefully allows the door to close silently. Every centimeter controlled till it slides to its former position.&nbsp; Unknowing if any heard or saw the door, she backs a cautious step, then two, then three before turning to look towards Miaren.<br><br>Reaching out to touch Miaren's arm, she points away.. moving to the middle of the passage before daring to even use a mental voice to her.&nbsp; <em>People, lots of them. We have to find another way.</em>&nbsp; Eyes travel in unhurried yet intense meander, Fern seeks another way.
			</dd>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 18:32:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren nods.&nbsp; There is nothing else to do.&nbsp; Elven women will be just like the other hunter - the one that had convinced them into these strange harnesses, 'for their own safety'.&nbsp; She certainly no longer felt safe in them.&nbsp; These women would have no sympathy for their plight, not even her own, more specialized torment.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 18:44:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For all its tidy size, the hallway presents few options for retreat: Just the four silent chambers behind their sliding doors - grids of moth wing yellow rice paper and iron wood.&nbsp; At the end is merely the empty portal into the enclosure.<br><br>Whatever option is chosen, it must be chosen soon.&nbsp; No sooner has Fern relaxed the door into place, but it begins to open again - swinging not out into the hall, but into the chamber beyond.&nbsp; Judging from the voices subsiding within, the occupants of that chamber have taken notice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 01:34:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Without a second's hesitation, Fern grabs Miaren's hand.&nbsp; Whatever it was, that thing was likely safer than the alternative.&nbsp; Yanking quickly, Fern dashes through the 'wall' pulling Miaren with her back to the verdant enclosure, crouching behind the foliage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 02:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren staggers after Fern, amazingly still holding on to the branch of fruit.&nbsp; She flinched as they 'crashed' through the wall, then drew up short as they came back into the garden.<br><br>She fixed her gaze on the griffon, watching to see how it would react to their sudden appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 15:51:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The pattering of frantic feet on the quietude of the lacquer seems deafening in the tidy space of the hall.&nbsp; It sounds like what it is; a disturbance.&nbsp; There seems no way it could go unnoticed by the party in the lighted chamber.<br><br>Yet the music plays on throughout that terrible, long flight.&nbsp; And the conversation only dwindles so much.&nbsp; By the time Fern and Miaren have reached the enclosure, there is no obstacle to the menace of that light, the threats innate in the celestial music of those voices - the doors stand wide open.<br><br>Yet there is no pursuit: Not even a sharp tone or a figure stirred by the violence that Fern and Miaren share in their bare, vulnerable, panicked breasts.&nbsp; There is just the party, continuing its languid traffic as though it were as constant a thing as the motion of the stars.<br><br>They hit the enclosure and flash into the jaded groves.&nbsp; Butterflies flirt with clustering in the air; a melody of earthy aromas wends through the fever of their breaths; silence dominates in the motion of crystalline waters.&nbsp; Nothing seems troubled here.&nbsp; It all seems wrapped in the swaddling silks of some delicious dream, too indulgent to give notice to the moment of sharp dread where Miaren and Fern live.<br><br>Even the griffon, who had been stalking cautiously about the perimeter of his turf in searching, seems to settle to see his mate - and begins to stalk a circuit around her, staring with his bullet black eyes and wondering in quirks of his avian features.<br><br>Only the eggs in Miaren react, humming huge with their mother's disturbance, nuzzling anxiously against her womb in their growing.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 21:19:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crouching a little, Fern keeps her back pressed to what passes from this side as a wall.&nbsp; Counting to gain a sense of how far the hall in which they had escaped from extends within their enclosure, she begins a circuit to find another place in which to make their escape.&nbsp; The one thought in mind, where one hall exists, perhaps another.&nbsp; <br><br>With one aspect of her consciousness upon the creature, the remaining upon the confining walls searching for another place to climb or preferably, pressing her hand against the wall to find another way through.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 21:34:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren presses one hand to her belly, a little alarmed at the sensation of growth inside her.&nbsp; She watches Fern head off around the enclosure, deciding that her best contribution would be to make sure that the griffon didn't target the half-elf as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 17:29:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fern's investigations bear fruit: Her deduction was sound.&nbsp; The part of the enclosure wall that is opposite the open portion lacks the peculiar configuration of having a section of the roof absent, but it does have a gable that she might be able to scale up to.&nbsp; Ornate and curvaceous, the gable's rim lies low enough that, with another lucky sequence of steps up the seemingly blank wall, she might be able to obtain its edge.<br><br>Miaren's observation of the griffon finds him merely suspicious of Fern for now.&nbsp; He observes the lithe little half-elf with a wary narrowing of his shoe-button eyes, and a subtle tension cords the broad muscles of his shoulders.&nbsp; There is no threatening rustle of feathers, though.&nbsp; His ebony claws remain snugly sheathed in the padded flesh of his paws.&nbsp; He seems to take no offense from Fern's actions, only a certain brittle interest.<br><br>He does, however, shuffle nearer to Miaren, assuming a stately posture of sentinel nearby, as though ready to protect her from any surprises that might come of Fern.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:43:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing about her, her eyes straying between the creature and the walled enclosure she takes careful hold of any toe or finger grips, finding purchase where many would not.&nbsp; Scaling the chosen section, she reaches for the gable.&nbsp; Her intention, to lie as flat upon it as space provides to get a detailed viewing of the other side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:40:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the griffon sidles near, Miaren is torn between running away and keeping the beast from getting interested in what Fern is doing.&nbsp; Without the raw terror of being chased down and mounted, she has to admit that it is a magnificent creature - a remarkable fusion of bird and lion.<br><br><em>Don't let it know you're nervous.&nbsp; It's not attacking - it's actually trying to be friendly,</em> she mused.&nbsp; She began to wonder if there was a way she could turn that to their advantage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:47:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The griffon positions himself near enough to Miaren that his sharp avian and feline scents tickle her senses with their edges.&nbsp; The potions within her open their wet throats and begin beating their eager magic through her.&nbsp; Chemicals stir up fresh fires.&nbsp; The eggs within are definitely larger, and throb in the sensitivity of her womb.<br><br>He remains still - just a trunk of cast bronze, legs pouring down in rustling bronze, paws set firm.&nbsp; His snowy crest leans about as he lashes the surrounding space with his gaze.&nbsp; It is on the pollinated emptiness of the lazy enclosure garden he spends his aggression.&nbsp; Nothing about him suggests he has found either woman a target.<br><br>Only the slow encroachment of his forked and rosy sex, extruding from its sheath with rubbery pulses, its substance slathered with the sticky wet that summons excitement to Miaren.<br><br>Fern gains the gable and looks down.&nbsp; The hallway she sees is identical, save for that it is rowed with numerous suits of armor - geometric and sharp plates of arm, craft of elaborately detailed ceramic and shining like the polished blades they hold before them.&nbsp; Their empty readiness is polished to a terrific shine; they glow darkly in a dozen arrayed atop the lacquer.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 09:01:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding herself carefully over the edge, she again drops soundlessly to the polished gleaming space beyond their enclosure.&nbsp; Couching her landing with enough spring in her legs to insure readiness should escape prove necessary.&nbsp; Curiously, eyes wide, ears perked and ready to receive every aspect of her surroundings she crouches low, moving carefully looking for any manner of escape.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 14:27:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren watches Fern go over the wall, holding her breath for a moment as the other woman disappears from sight.&nbsp; After that tense moment, she turns her attention - most of it, anyways - toward the blank expanse of wall, waiting for a sign that it was safe for her to come along.<br><br>The song of the potions weaves through her body, however, echoed in the thrumming of the eggs inside her.&nbsp; It guides her fingers to run softly over the nearby flank, much like she would gentle a horse.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He wants to protect me,</em> she thinks, not noticing that the griffon has ceased to be an 'it' in her mind - or that a soft heat is beginning to gather in her folds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 15:14:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the hallway, Fern finds herself in an identical situation as its opposite:&nbsp; There are closed doors at the distant end, four chambers behind rice paper and ironwood walls, and a palpable silence.&nbsp; And as across the way, the wall that leads to the enclosure is mere empty space.<br><br>On the other side of that empty space, the griffon's attention is conducted to Miaren by the smooth tether of her caress.&nbsp; Under that caress, the flank of the griffon seems to glow, radiating its fiery, brazen heat.&nbsp; The fur is silken.&nbsp; The muscles are so much restless iron.&nbsp; They tense and relax rhythmically in hypnotic tempo, a low current that tugs at the melody stirring in Miaren and sweeps its awareness along.<br><br>He too is caught up.&nbsp; His aquiline head turns and caresses in kind, applying sleek strokes of Miaren's shoulder and back with a feathered neck, skating the kind edge of his beak along her spine.&nbsp; He shuffles closer, and that rumbling flank contacts the rising bulge of her belly with a thrilling tease of friction.<br><br>She smells it happen first - then hears it; a wet, ripe sliding.&nbsp; The prong of the griffon's penis is extruding from its sheath, loaded to overflowing with musk that kicks Miaren's sympathetic hormones high.&nbsp; Her womb seems to know what is in it; feels a correctness to the effects of the griffon's scent.&nbsp; It reacts as though it was made to hold eggs, clutching excitedly and stirring the folds and pulpy passage that leads to it.&nbsp; Anxiety trickles happily through her.<br><br>And from between the griffon's legs, that crimson skewer draws out drizzling with hot lubrication, a long and heavy bar of meat that lifts and relaxes impatiently.&nbsp; His eyes find hers and penetrate in a different way:&nbsp; Alight and intense with aroused demand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 18:29:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not risking a glance at Miaren, assuming she is safe and well, Fern pads silently across the glossed expanse. Her bare feet leaving light foot prints, her own body oils marring the perfection of the woody reflection.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Try a door girl, you gotta find some way outta here.</em><br><br>Her inner voice her only companion for the moment, she skits to one of the doors, a not quite pointed enough ear almost, but not quite pressing against it to hear what noises might reside within.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 19:07:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren shivers - not entirely unpleasantly - and her eyes drift closed as she feels the oddly gentle touch of that sharp beak.&nbsp; Her neck even arches cat-like into the touch as she inhales the warm musky scent.<br><br><em>I shouldn't be reacting this way,</em> she thinks sluggishly as she feels a surge of warmth between her legs in response to the sound of that penis extending.&nbsp; <em>I shouldn't - he's an animal - he - we shouldn't -</em><br><br>But she is, thanks to the potion.&nbsp; She opens her eyes to stare into the intense eyes of the griffon.&nbsp; She knows what he wants - a continuance of what she interrupted earlier.&nbsp; He wants to fill her even more.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 20:26:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fern hears a soft discussion taking place - a trade of words at the leisurely pace of a high-tea or a shared meditation - from the chamber closest to the enclosure.&nbsp; The other doors betray no noise.<br><br>Miaren is in a different kind of silence; a noisier one.&nbsp; The only sounds are that of the fluttering stir of the griffon's wings and the steamy rumble that bubbles up from the engine of his chest.&nbsp; Inside her though, loud urges are beginning to raise their voices.<br><br>In answer to her stare, the griffon's glare refines.&nbsp; It is not harder - it even has a peculiar softness to it - but it edges.&nbsp; It digs into something it sees in her.<br><br>And steadily, he raises a paw to stroke its terrific weight over her back.&nbsp; Caressing her with the tonnage of his foreleg, the griffon coaxes her with thrilling weight to slide down, to dip to her knees, to lean forward.&nbsp; The press is not hasty, but it is insistent.&nbsp; It broaches no resistance.&nbsp; It merely strokes her to conduct her closer to the anxious flexing of his glistening penis - to where the flesh heaves, its aromas thunderous as they slide their richness and sour down her nose, tongue, throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 20:33:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crouching low near the door with the voices within, Fern works to edge closer, trying desperately to hear the voices, to hear what is being said within.&nbsp; Her heart racing in a frantic tattoo against her bared breasts, she stills her breathing.&nbsp; Growing low on her haunches, she inches foreward.&nbsp; The need to hear other voices, to know their situations paramount to any escape plan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 20:42:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a moment of shock at the griffon's actions.&nbsp; Miaren still can't accept the attraction as anything but unnatural, even as her knees yield to the pressure and she finds herself sinking to the soft grass.&nbsp; The eggs inside her shift as she moves, sending more of that strange thrill through her, and the griffon's musk surrounds her like a cloud.<br><br>Other than the almost brutal coupling of before, she has never been so close to a griffon's penis.&nbsp; The strange forked member is fascinating - even more so as she inhales the rich animal scent of him.&nbsp; The more she looks at it, the more wet seeps into her channel, and she has to wonder why this creature is expressing such interest in her.&nbsp; Has he been trained to seek out human females?&nbsp; He certainly didn't show any such interest in Fern - was that simply because Miaren had encountered him first?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 20:54:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Through the fine paper of the wall, Fern hears the lilt and rustle of ancient Elven.&nbsp; From what she can make out, the discussion is between two men.&nbsp; The delicate voice tease her ear with sinister suggestion:<br><br>"...had about enough of these special events of his."&nbsp; Says one.<br><br>"Mustn't be so hard on him.&nbsp; It's his task to inspire interest in these things." Replies the other.<br><br>"Keep us confined here is more like it."<br><br>"Caution now, brother.&nbsp; The peaceful way is the best."<br><br>"War was once more than a game.&nbsp; It deserves to be this again.&nbsp; Adamion protects the humans to what end?"<br><br>"Because otherwise would be cruelty, and it is not our way to be cruel."<br><br>"So he says.&nbsp; And his heir is growing up no different."<br><br>"No thanks to his mother's influence.&nbsp; Or yours."<br><br>Miaren is otherwise occupied.<br><br>Swaddled in the musk of the massive buck griffon, Miaren finds herself faced with the visibly flexing flesh of his penis, watching it bloat and recede in anxious need.&nbsp; The lubrication on it is creamy, drifting in a lush wash over the twitching surface.&nbsp; That surface is florid, deep crimson and shot through with rushes of color as blood pumps in fulsome charges.&nbsp; The tension of its meat stretches wider and wider, the prong twitching.<br><br>With her body positioned by his flank, the griffon begins to circle.&nbsp; He steps around Miaren's side, heading for her bottom; her bare back and flank are caped with the rustling silk of his hot fur.&nbsp; The muscles knead against her.&nbsp; Vibrations leap into her body from his chest.<br><br>Soon, the prong grazes her rump again.&nbsp; A band of seeping lubrication is stretched across the globes of her bottom, laid on her anus to seep in with a fine, steamy finger.&nbsp; He continues his circling, stalking around close.&nbsp; That cream is spotted on her lower back, her ribs, her neck, as the griffon makes his steadily hastening circuit.<br><br>At last he pauses as his penis' slab catches on the side of her jaw, hung there.&nbsp; It fastens sticky, slides over her cheek.&nbsp; He tenses as that heated flesh begins to triple its throbs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 22:09:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Growling a little in frustration, Fern inches slowly foreward, trying desperatly to hear more of the conversation.&nbsp; Careful not to touch the door itself, she instead rests a shoulder on the doorfram surrounding it, leaning in, her body compacted tiny against the lacquered wood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 04:35:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren trembles as he moves around behind her.&nbsp; She expects - no, <em>anticipates</em> that he is going to mount again.&nbsp; To her surprise, he moves on, marking her with the slick gleam of his lubricant.&nbsp; When he comes around in front of her, she finds herself staring at the unusual genitals even closer than before.<br><br>Surely he didn't expect - did he?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 14:47:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>* ENCLOSURE *</strong><br><br>Surely, the griffon does not.&nbsp; He does, however, enjoy the suggestion of it - finding Miaren's features a flushed and tender garden to root his penis in, he does not immediately tug away from the catch of its shaft against the curve of her jaw.&nbsp; He rubs it there, the gristly flesh pulsing on the sleek line of the jawbone, nuzzling the soft shallow of the cheek, playing with the strands of her hair that affix to it.&nbsp; His haunches lift, shudder, and then settle several times as he rubs in this fashion.&nbsp; Soon a cluster of tears wept sticky from that generous nuzzling drip down Miaren's cheek and throat.<br><br>Then he pulls it free - somewhat.&nbsp; The tube of the penis sweeps seductively along the blush of Miaren's cheek and skates to lodge against her nose and lips.&nbsp; Again, the griffon halts to tremble his massive form in high, feline anxiety.&nbsp; Again, the meaty slab rocks against her, enjoying the soft elaboration of Miaren's features, marking them with slick.&nbsp; This time, the tip of the prong squirts out a drizzle of pre-seminal fluid, spattering the bulging of Miaren's bare, bound tit with its hot wax.&nbsp; <br><br>The griffon rubs in savor, the shaft slicing down across Miaren's nose and lips, as he explores the new sensation.<br><br><strong>* HALLWAY * </strong><br><br>Fern, gathered into a small, bare ball like a bit of silk lint against the door, hears someone in the chamber settling back.<br><br>"He will be his father's son," the bellicose voice comments.&nbsp; "As it should be."<br><br>"Yes," says the one that had urged peace. "But don't play the innocent and act as though this is in keeping with your intentions."<br><br>"Intentions are fragile when set against the weight of destiny.&nbsp; They do not survive the turn of centuries."<br><br>"No, they don't.&nbsp; So why the sudden anxiety?"<br><br>"You know, well as I do, that the partitions between The Garden and other Roams are becoming thin."<br><br>"You are thinking that things may change in the way the world works?"<br><br>"I am thinking that things may change in the way the world is - we know The Garden is permeable.&nbsp; We know these barriers are getting thinner.&nbsp; Adamion cannot protect what is on the other side from us much longer, even if he tries."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 18:21:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hooked.&nbsp; Well and truly hooked upon the conversation held by the unseen duo within.&nbsp; Fern remains in her crouch, ears pricked.&nbsp; The mention of Adamion and his 'protections'&nbsp; a surprise.&nbsp; <br><br>Protection from them?&nbsp; What were they?&nbsp; They were worse than... what?&nbsp; What are they?&nbsp; Who are they?&nbsp; Why would they be a threat to the world outside, her world.&nbsp; Adamion was protecting them?&nbsp; A quickening of her pulse accompanies the nonsense questions bounding through her brain.&nbsp; Nothing made sense.&nbsp; She had to know more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 19:03:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miaren has to close her eyes to prevent a painful encounter, feeling the slow trickle across her face as the scent continues to fill her nose.&nbsp; Wet touches her like thickened rain, and instinct causes her tongue to clear the amount that makes it to her lips.<br><br>She remembers the taste of Adamion as she was forced to kneel before him.&nbsp; The musk of the griffon is not too different, and she feel a fresh surge of moisture between her legs.&nbsp; A soft tensing makes the brush of her tail-plug rustle against her thighs, and she feels the brief splatter against her swollen, straining breasts. <br><br>She wonders if he would enjoy it.<br><br>The sudden curiosity confuses her - She is a human being, not another griffon.&nbsp; There is no reason for her womb to embrace his eggs so readily, or for her to contemplate ways to pleasure him... or for her to feel that rising heat as she continues to turn the question around in her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 20:54:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				* HALLWAY *<br><br>The peaceful conversationalist sighs.<br><br>"Perhaps the destiny laid out here will end.&nbsp; But it is not our place to contemplate that, and certainly not to welcome it.&nbsp; It is our place to follow the Etiquette of the Garden.&nbsp; To act with that decorum in mind."<br><br>"You're talking about plucking a harp while the palace burns around us."&nbsp; The bellicose one scoffs.<br><br>"That is the way of elves."<br><br>"Let me tell you about the way of elves, brother."&nbsp; He pauses.&nbsp; Fern hears a small click, like a light, small object being set on a hard surface: A coin, a playing piece, a blade.&nbsp; "Our way is to be above the humans.&nbsp; Adamion says it himself, yes?"<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; To protect--"<br><br>"No, 'protection' is what he decrees, not the natural order of things.&nbsp; The natural order imbues us with greater magic and greater affinity with the world.&nbsp; More to the point, it gives us the long vision to properly manage the world."<br><br>"Granted."<br><br>"That management cannot be merely static, brother.&nbsp; It cannot hold one shape for long, as it has with the Garden.&nbsp; Because just as the nature of elves is to have the wisdom and tranquility humanity lacks, the nature of the world is to change.&nbsp; Change is coming, whether Adamion tries to contain it or not.&nbsp; It is not some unruly human passion to be directed in a better, more actualized way.&nbsp; It is the governing force of reality."<br><br>"We make our own reality."&nbsp; Another click.<br><br>"For now." The warlike one responds.<br><br><br>* ENCLOSURE *<br><br>The griffon's excitement grows.&nbsp; Soon his thighs are tensing like steel under a forge hammer, his muscles ripping and twitching with rigidity.&nbsp; His sheath is pulsing fierce and full.&nbsp; The penis on Miaren's face strokes feverishly with its fork.&nbsp; <br><br>He exudes a tender purr, one billowing with arousal but quieted with concern.&nbsp; A hint of wariness edges it.&nbsp; But as it rolls from his avian throat, the griffon is taken by the primal urge that inspired it to shift into motion.&nbsp; <br><br>He circles behind Miaren, practically pressing atop her with his furred flank.&nbsp; She bathed in bronze and vivid heat until her surface sparkles with it.&nbsp; The crimson slab of his penis slaps one tumid breast, shaking its stretched surface and making the bruises clustered within tumble thickly.&nbsp; Then that flesh skims over her rump as he reaches behind her, his heat bearing down on her haunches.<br><br>He turns there.&nbsp; His belly's press slowly guides the tail's shaft to gore deeper into Miaren's bottom.&nbsp; His beak skims her cheek. <br><br>He shifts his hindlegs wide and readies to mount.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 01:55:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing in a low crouch Fern makes her way to the furthest door down the hall, soft feet carefully placed.&nbsp; She listens to her surroundings before placing a hand tentatively on that door.&nbsp; The thought, to open the door and look for a way outside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:44:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				* ENCLOSURE *<br><br>She could stand up now.&nbsp; She could get up and walk away.&nbsp; Instead, she turns her head to look back at the creature, watching him with eyes gone dark with reactions that still confuse her.&nbsp; The first time, he had chased her down.&nbsp; This time, she had almost approached <em>him</em>.&nbsp; Her womb already grips two of his eggs, but her wet channel throbs with anticipation for more.&nbsp; <br><br><em>It's the potions,</em> she thinks guiltily, trying to come up with a rational reason for why she is on all fours with an amorous griffon behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 15:41:33</strong>
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				<strong>* ENCLOSURE * </strong><br><br>The moment of anticipation seems to stretch the better part of a lifetime.&nbsp; It stretches like struck piano wire, like taffy.&nbsp; It extends like transforming skin.<br><br>Breath washes over it, over Miaren's neck, from the beak of the griffon.&nbsp; Fur strokes it to a shimmering, strokes Miaren's back.&nbsp; Haunches and forelegs clamp around it, holding its tautness in their eager command.<br><br>The moment stretches, and Miaren's senses stretch, and the eggs stretch their tender pocket with the insistence of growing.<br><br>Then the moment gapes as the griffon mounts and enters Miaren's vagina with the thick rush of his penis.<br><br>His prong gouges its way in, the seething point slotting its fork in her labia.&nbsp; The labia parts and the socket clenches in parting.&nbsp; Muscle bears down and is borne open.&nbsp; A symmetry thrills through Miaren - that of the griffon, her mate, pushing, and her body, mated, joining with him in lustrous tension.<br><br>He begins thrusting immediately.&nbsp; There is the finest veneer of tenderness to the penetration, a quality like the slick that shimmers on the generously lubricated shaft.&nbsp; He does not gore at her, but finds the angle of her body first.&nbsp; Then he hammers.&nbsp; He churns in her.&nbsp; He pounds with his furry haunches at the post of her tail and the slice of her vulva, jiggling her chemical-bloated clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>The griffon is wildness again:&nbsp; He punches into the grasp of Miaren's pussy, culls out its weeping and digs for more.&nbsp; In three thrusts, he has met the limit of her body, and everything sings with fullness.&nbsp; It roars with the rising tempo of his rutting.<br><br>It stretches.&nbsp; Like the moment before, these moments of thrusting stretch.&nbsp; In drizzling slick, in shivered hips, in the silent grunt of opening muscle, it stretches.<br><br>It stretches like transforming flesh requited of its new purpose.&nbsp; <br><br>The griffon ruts on, clasping and stroking and filling his mate.<br><br><strong><br>* HALLWAY *</strong><br><br>Fern reaches the door at the end of the hall.&nbsp; A glance over its surface shows its character to be identical to its peer in the opposite hall:&nbsp; A work of wood, the grain serving as medium for some exquisite artist's inexplicable hand.&nbsp; It too depicts history, lineage and glory.<br><br>And it too opens with the slightest touch.&nbsp; Fern's skin creeps with a moist, nude anticipation of her own.&nbsp; Anticipation opens its jaws, ready for a sigh of relief or the chatter of anxious teeth.<br><br>She sees only emptiness on the other side - a vast assembly hall, with soaring support beams swept into tusks of onyx.&nbsp; Pillows and lamps scatter about the capacious space, their luster only smoldering with an ineffable, purple light.&nbsp; Stillness reigns.<br><br>But behind Fern, she hears the subtlest scraping.&nbsp; She knows its identity even before turning about:<br><br>The suits of armor behind her are beginning to move.&nbsp; To turn.&nbsp; To advance on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 19:47:04</strong>
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				A breathy panicked "shit" the only sound from her as she slides the back of her nearly nude body against the polished surface of the wood.&nbsp; Rounding the doorframe, she slips past the door opened only enough to emit herself, then pulling the door closed behind her, one hand pressed to it in prayer. <em>Don't move.&nbsp; Don't breath.&nbsp; Maybe.. maybe... </em> <br><br>Heart racing, her breath fluttering from her, she enters the purple stillness.&nbsp; Still pressing the door closed, she holds.&nbsp; Statuesque, back pressed to the wall. She listens.&nbsp; She waits.<br><br>Only her eyes move, a race to find within, a place of solace.&nbsp; Anything, anywhere in which she can remove herself from discovery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:11:11</strong>
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				Miaren shivers as he enters, feeling that alien shaft spread her wide - wider than a human male, if only by virtue of those twin prongs pressing against the sides of her passage.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Not... right... </em> she thinks dizzily as she braces against the thrusts instead of pulling away.&nbsp; Her head falls forward, exposing her vulnerable nape to that cruel beak.&nbsp; She can watch now - watch the swaying of her bound and singing breasts, watch the furred legs behind her flex and push, and even - although her eyes tend to skate past it - the penetration.<br><br><em>Not right,</em> echoes in her mind as she sees herself swallow the griffon's member with her naked sex.&nbsp; It shouldn't be arousing, but she can feel the heat and wet of that union, and the thrill of nerves lit by friction.<br><br><em>Not right,</em> she tells herself firmly, even as her body smugly disagrees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:02:38</strong>
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				<strong>* GRAND HALL *</strong><br><br>Fern slips into the gulf of dim that defines the Grand Hall, and makes to close the door.&nbsp; She feels, slinking on her bare skin, a peculiar warmth residing in the chamber.&nbsp; Snug as saran, the subtle heat hums on her surface, relieving it of any need of clothes for comfort.&nbsp; Muscles plucked smoother by the temperature, skin oiled, Fern might soak in the relaxation that inhabits this place as though its very blood.<br><br>She might, but cannot.&nbsp; Anxiety reigns.&nbsp; It marches forward on the trim clack of lacquered feet.<br><br>The suits of armor are coming on.&nbsp; Elaborate in their design, rote in their motion, they advance with a steady fluidity in two ranks of six.&nbsp; <br><br>The door refuses to close to stall them.<br><br><br><strong>* ENCLOSURE *</strong><br><br>Carving wide into Miaren's tight, clenching vagina, the griffon pants from the beak that skims its blade along her neck in loving lethality.&nbsp; His breath blasts rough and woolly over the back of her head and the sides of her throat.&nbsp; It shrouds her face in humid boiling.&nbsp; She breathes in his lust.<br><br>She takes in much more of him as well.<br><br>Above all, his cock.&nbsp; Driving.&nbsp; Forked.&nbsp; Timber dense.&nbsp; <br><br>Other sensations as well.&nbsp; Her arched back imbibes the warm current of his fur as it rubs her shoulders and spine.&nbsp; Her breasts knock their bloated bulbs against the clamping iron bars of his fore legs, resounding like castanets, nerves in her nipples chattering while the leather binding the base rolls the globes in its bite.&nbsp; Her rump is punched into by the post, pressure nudging it up and down with each quick dash of his haunches.<br><br>Above all, at the core of it all, Miaren feels his cock.<br><br>His cock rolls in the pocket of her pussy, making it twist and tremble helplessly.&nbsp; It makes her tummy bulge more from within.&nbsp; The eggs are sent turning in her womb.&nbsp; Muscles flow and clutch.&nbsp; <br><br>The prong jabs, the width gores her open, and the crimson surface flares with splashes of red heat.&nbsp; <br><br>She feels this - Miaren even sees it:&nbsp; How the hues shift on the wide shaft that her splayed and wanton pussy is suckling.&nbsp; How the lips of that pussy tremble as they're pushed in, pulled out, carved aside by the veined surface.&nbsp; How much of him she is taking.<br><br>He growls in pleasure to feel what she sees.&nbsp; He pounds faster and faster.&nbsp; Each thrust brings the fringe of his fur licking fiendishly at her tumid clitoris.<br><br>And each brings him deeper, to discover new nerves that tremble in joyous subjugation, giving voice to just how 'right' this is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vella</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 10:39:32</strong>
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				Bare back pressed against solid against lacquered wood Fern's eyes seek frantic refuge.&nbsp; The silken pillows piled seem to be her only recourse.&nbsp; A sprint across the floor brings her to them, diving headlong into their plush surrounds, she burrows herself, her limbs making a cocoon about her body within the silk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} The Garden of Unearthly Delights {EX} * Main Narrative</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 17:21:26</strong>
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				The first time this happened, Miaren had been denying that it was even happening.&nbsp; She no longer has that luxury.&nbsp; Even blaming it on the potions can't erase the tidal wave of sensation that surrounds her.&nbsp; She feels a disturbing tension that she last felt when she was trying to extract the second egg.&nbsp; Her eyes go wide, drinking in the sight of the griffon's rutting, only dimly aware of the possibility that other eyes could be watching this happen.<br><br>Other eyes could see her at the brink of release under a savage beast.
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