Exalted: A Southern Love Story
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				Title: <strong>Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 04:21:35</strong>
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				Akiva -- worshiped as the Life in the Desert until just weeks ago -- had been on a trip.&nbsp; She moved immaterially across the desert one miserable step at a time, and left no sign of her passing as she went.&nbsp; She was, to the world at large, a ghost.<br><br>And it would have been a fitting end -- certainly, Heaven had forsaken her, refusing to reassign her to a new position after seeing how miserably the desert oasis she had been assigned to dried up and vanished.&nbsp; She was unemployable; her worshipers had given up on her, the oasis itself had been given up, and her Court had exiled her.&nbsp; She was desperate, and she had exhausted the resources she felt she had the right to draw upon.<br><br>Her long voyage had brought her, eventually, to Chiaroscuro; it far north of her oasis (what was left of it, anyway), but she had run out of options.&nbsp; She was desperate.<br><br>The beautiful glass city rose up around her, and she moved immaterially through it, hidden from view and out of sight, long out of the minds of these people who had long since ceased offering their prayers to a goddess who couldn't bring the good tidings they demanded.&nbsp; Unseen, she moved past homes and offices, shops and workshops.&nbsp; She moved unnoticed through the great Chiaroscuran markets and past their great temples and museums.<br><br>Her destination was the home of a woman she knew to be called Emoka Xigamad; the story of the woman's personal fortune had travelled across the desert, and that story had fascinated Akiva since it first reached her oasis.&nbsp; Here was a woman, she thought, who had lived with injustice and set it right, who had bettered herself and raised her station in life in spite of what the world had decided for her.&nbsp; Akiva could only hope the woman was altruistic enough to hear her plea; hadn't Emoka's position been much the same as Akiva's?<br><br>Akiva thought so, at least, and hoped she could convince Emoka of the same.<br><br>Her knuckles were already falling to rap on the glass door to Emoka's home when she finally materialized in a sudden uprush of dust and sand that obscured the space before the house for just a moment before falling away and leaving the woman in their wake.&nbsp; She was a pale skinned woman with pale hair to match; her robes, once vibrant and with color, were similarly faded, the light shade of the sand that stretched on forever in the southern deserts.<br><br>She had the likeness of a beautiful painting left out in the sun and, perhaps, it was an accurate portrayal.<br><br>She frowned with worry, and waited for an answer at the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 07:21:51</strong>
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				Name: Emoka "Emi" Xigamad<br>Gender: Female<br>Age: 34<br>Hair: Brown<br>Eyes: Green<br>Skin: Dark<br>Height: 6'0"<br>Weight: 180lbs<br>Exalted: Solar<br>Caste: Zenith<br>Homeland: The South<br>Hometown: Chiaroscuro<br><br>(http://i773.photobucket.com/albums/yy13/mememeikle/1252049896015.jpg)<br><br><strong>Additional Physical Description:</strong> Her skin is a bit darker than the above, her symbol is of course on her forehead when visible, she has a bit more muscle definition that is as hard as a brick beneath her silky-soft skin, she trims her pubic hair into a heart shaped with a notched point atop her sex.&nbsp; Nipples are small and dark, upturned slightly, her labia and clitoris are both bigger than average (hence why the heart is so easily notched to her sex as it is), and she has no tan lines whatsoever.&nbsp; Her breasts are also just a tad bigger, somewhere in the B- or C-cup range.&nbsp; A piercing in each ear, though she's considered getting a few more 'sensual' piercings as well...<br><br><strong>Clothing</strong>: First off, Emoka wear's <em>no</em> underwear... ever.&nbsp; Her top consists solely of a short, heavy, hooded cloak that looks a bit like a shawl about her shoulders, with the cloak going only down to her elbows and the hood being a deep one able to hide everything above her mouth easily enough.&nbsp; A small bit of leather and a buckle right at the top of her sternum keeps it held properly, and it is adjusted and cut for her breasts so it doesn't look wrinkled or bunched up in front.&nbsp; However, it may still flap open in a strong enough breeze or when moving, exposing her upper body fully in front.&nbsp; Long gloves, up to her biceps, adorn her arms, with her fingers exposed past the first knuckle, and petal plating upon the back of her hands, across her first knuckles, and half-way up her forearms, serving as potent gauntlets due to their being made of orichalcum.<br><br>Her lower body is covered by a skirt extending down to her ankles, the front looking as if she was wearing a long loincloth, and the back looks like a full, yet only ankle length, train.&nbsp; As their is a gap between the front and back portions, the waist is a leather belt resting upon her hips, with a buckle on each hip to keep it in good wearable condition.&nbsp; Her legs are further covered by a thigh-high set of leg-warmers/stockings, tight against her skin from mid-thigh to covering her ankles, with sandals upon her feet with buckles and straps in place to hold them on comfortably when running full out.<br><br>For gear, food, and supplies, she carries a large pack with her that she usually wears under her cloak with a strap under her breast for if she needs to move quickly, but only when traveling, and for other times, she has a pouch she keeps attached to her skirt-belts, to store money, gold, and etc.&nbsp; Her entire outfit is white with gold patterns and designs that are quite ornate.&nbsp; The 'cloth' is actually a special weave of silk and orichalcum, serving as armor and clothing all in one and making it difficult to destroy, and the white leather sandals and belts also have orichalcum straps upon them, as well as orichalcum strands run through the leather itself.&nbsp; She will either wear the hood of her cloak up, with her hair done up with hair sticks, or wear it down with her hair down as well.&nbsp; Her throwing knives are often in her pack, as well as in a special pouch on her left side, like her other money and ultility pouch on her right side, and hooked on in a similar fashion.&nbsp; She does hide some knives beneath the ruffles of her train though as well...<br><br><strong><em>History</em></strong><br>She was born to a family of merchants, the second child and the first girl of the parents.&nbsp; They were quite wealthy, for the reasons that they were quite gifted merchants, and they recognized early on that while the son would most certainly carry on the business when it was passed to him, their daughter, Emoka, was useful in a different way.&nbsp; At the age of sixteen, she was married off to the son of another merchant family whom the Xigamad's sought to strengthen ties with, and while it was expected of her to bare a child soon after her marriage, she was adamant about <em>not</em> doing that with her husband, whom she had no desire for in such a manner at all!<br><br>Over the years, she caved and eventually began to lay with him, and while the stimulation was pleasurable to her body, she was never satisfied.&nbsp; Her husband... she just never found him interesting or attractive, and thus there was no... no spark.&nbsp; She found herself spending time with other young merchant wives instead, finding far more of a connection with them than she did with her own husband, and finding them far more <em>attractive</em> than she did any man she'd ever met.&nbsp; Especially in the public baths their bodies drew her eyes, her lusts, and filled her fantasies and dreams... it was quite obvious to her <em>why</em> she did not love her husband as she was told she would have by now.<br><br>Years would pass, her frustrations and passions for other women building, until one day, at the age of thirty, fourteen years into her arranged marriage, she was fed up with it all, and especially with her <em>moronic</em> husband who didn't seem to quite grasp the fact that she didn't quite <em>care</em> for him at all, and that missionary was not the only goddamn position on the planet to fuck someone in!&nbsp; During a business deal, where the other merchant-head was a woman and from an Eastern merchant family that was <em>very</em> influential, her husband seemed to be making the perpetual mistake of treating her as more a 'woman' than an equal (apparently, he didn't know that the Easterners were matriarchal).&nbsp; Finally, after his perpetual attempts to infuriate the woman on accident, she stood up, yelled at him for a good five minutes, and in the space of even less than <em>that</em> she had worked out a trade agreement in <em>her</em> name instead of his, and afterward she crushed the, very expensive, wedding band of hers underfoot and stormed out, leaving her husband for <em>good</em>.<br><br>That very night, she met up with the same merchant woman again, and finally her years of pent up sexual frustration were unleashed, and for the first time in all of her sexual lifetime, she was happy and sated... after a good two days in bed, breaking only temporarily for food (and sometimes not even stopping <em>whild</em> doing that).&nbsp; It was after that second day that she awakened to find herself... stronger, tougher, and looking in the mirror, her body was... angelic, so amazingly beautiful from the earlier 'average' look.&nbsp; The symbol on her head though... she was a Solar!&nbsp; To her, her calling was clear as she glanced back at the multiple-fluid-soaked bed that beheld her first true lover: other women needed to know about the joys of pleasure with another woman!<br><br>For years she trained her body for her task, the merchant woman's trades (and the one's she grabbed from her husband in the divorce) funding her all the while, and she visited many a prostitute and callgirl, and seduced many a woman young and old for a night of sapphic relations with&nbsp; her.&nbsp; Finally, feeling she was ready for her journey, she set out on her mission to spread sapphic love to the world, and if she found a willing terrestrial goddess... than perhaps her job would become all the easier...<br><br><strong>Motivation:</strong> To spread Sapphic love to the world at large as a religioius and philosophical ideal<br><br><em><strong>Attributes</strong></em><br>Strength: 4<br>Dexterity: 2<br>Stamina: 5<br><br>Charisma: 2<br>Manipulation: 2<br>Appearance: 5<br><br>Perception: 3<br>Intelligence: 2<br>Wits: 2<br><br><em><strong>Virtues</strong></em><br>Compassion: 2<br>Conviction: 3 (Flaw: Stone Hearted)<br>Temperence: 2<br>Valor: 2<br><br><strong>Willpower:</strong> 5<br><strong>Essence:</strong> 3<br><strong>Personal Pool:</strong> 15<br><strong>Peripheral Pool:</strong> 36<br><br><strong>Anima:</strong> Caste Mark Glow (1m), Anima Glow (1m), Precise Time (1m)<br><br><em><strong>Intimacies</strong></em><br>None<br><br><em><strong>Skills</strong></em><br>Archery: 4<br>*Martial Arts: 4<br>Melee: 0<br>Thrown: 0<br>War: 0<br><br>*Integrity: 3<br>*Performance: 5<br>*Presence: 3<br>*Resistance: 5<br>*Survival: 0<br><br>Craft: 0<br>Investigation: 0<br>*Lore: 3<br>Medicine: 0<br>*Occult: 1<br><br>*Athletics: 3<br>*Awareness: 3<br>Dodge: 2<br>Larceny: 0<br>Stealth: 0<br><br>Bureaucracy: 0<br>Linguistics: 1<br>Ride: 0<br>Sail: 0<br>Socialize: 0<br><br><em><strong>Social Combat</strong></em><br>Join Debate: 5<br>Dodge MDV: 6<br>Presence: 4-5/3-5/3-2<br>Performance: 6-7/4-7/4-1<br>Investigation: 5-2/1-2/1-2<br><br><em><strong>Arsenal</strong></em><br>Punch: 5-+1/7-+0/4b-+2/6-3<br>Kick: 5-+0/6-+3/7b--2/2-2<br>Clinch: 6-+0/6-+0/4b-+0/4-1<br>Smashfist: 5-+1/7-+7/11b-+3/7-3<br>Smashfist (Clinch): 6-+1/7-+6/10b-+1/5-2<br>Throwing Knives: 5-+0/6-+2/6L-3-15yrds<br><br><em><strong>Panoply</strong></em><br>Natural Soak: 17/17/0-0/0-0-0<br>Reinforced Buff Jacket (Artifact): 12/9/9-6/6--1-0<br>Total: 29/26/9-6/6--1-0<br><br><em><strong>Movement and Health</strong></em><br>-0 (2-8-14/7): 1<br>-1 (1-7-12/6): 6<br>-2 (1-6-10/5): 6<br>-4 (1-4-6/3): 1<br>In: 1<br>Dy: 5<br><br><em><strong>Combat</strong></em><br>Join Battle: 5<br>Dodge DV: 4<br>Knockdown: 10/10<br>Stunning: 5/10<br><br><em><strong>Backgrounds</strong></em><br>Allies: 1<br>Artifacts: 1<br>Artifacts: 1<br>Resources: 3<br><br><em><strong>Possessions</strong></em><br>Reinforced Buff Jacket (Artifact: 2)(Orichalcum)<br>Smashfist (Artifact: 1)(Orichalcum)<br>Found Good Luck Talisman (Resources: 1)<br>Seven Bounties Paste (Resources: 3)<br>Throwing Knives (Resources: 1)<br><br><strong>Languages: </strong>Flametongue, Old Realm<br><br><strong>Experience: </strong>40 (40Spent) = 0 Remaining<br><br><em><strong>Combos</strong></em><br>Steelguard (Iron Skin Concentration, Durability of Oak Meditation)<br><br><em><strong>Charms</strong></em><br>First (Performance) Excellency (1m per die)<br>Phantom-Conjuring Performance (--m)<br>First (Thrown) Excellency (1m per die)<br>Ox Body Technique x3<br>Durability of Oak Meditation (3m)<br>Iron Skin Concentration (2m)<br>First (Martial Arts) Excellency (1m per die)<br>Fists of Iron Technique (1m)<br>Invincible Essence Reinforcement x4<br>First (Resistance) Excellency (1m per die)<br><br><hr><br>Emoka, Emi to her friends, was resting as it were, though it was one of the busier times of day for most.&nbsp; Market was bustling, trade caravans traveled in and out of the city of glass ad infinitum, and yet even though her wealth was garnered through a collection of trade ties and agreements that brought in a hefty merchant's pay from trade, she did not even have to worry about that so much.&nbsp; She had a good amount of trade agreements and contacts working in her favor, dealing with everything from jewels and raw materials to rare Southern arms and firedust.&nbsp; Imports from the West and East largely, especially the East where her first lover, a fine young woman two years her senior and a real fireball in bed, and now that she was able to <em>properly</em> utilize the connections her, thankfully, <em>ex-</em>husband had continually managed to squatter about, her station was rather well set.<br><br>She grinned; that had been the <em>best</em> day of her life, and that night when she'd met up with her new business partner from the East... well, it was certainly the best knight... and day... then night again... then <em>day</em> again, then <em>night</em> again of her life!&nbsp; She still shivered as she recalled her gentle caresses, her skilled tongue and hands, her scent and soft skin... it was <em>heaven</em>.&nbsp; Second to that sensation was the one of crushing a five-figure ring beneath her shoe in front of the man she'd been married to for fourteen years after an arranged marriage for 'business ties'.&nbsp; Of course, now she was something else besides a wife, a sated lover who was well known at the many brothels and amongst the women of the city, and a made woman: she was a Solar, an Exalted... and she'd become one the day after she'd first <em>finished</em> laying with the woman from the East.<br><br>She knew what it was that she was called to do, especially when she'd looked in the mirror to find herself the <em>epitome</em> of a beautiful Southern woman.&nbsp; That experience of being with another woman... it had changed her so much, and now it was her job to spread the notion of women laying with women to the rest of the world!&nbsp; She'd made arrangements to be funded, coming to agreements with her contacts (and forcing the ones who didn't agree into binding legal documents) to run business through her associate from the East, and she in turn would ensure that she'd never have to work a day in her life if she didn't wish to, so money was not an issue for her.&nbsp; She'd trained herself in combat, explored her powers and studied up upon the nature of her 'kind', and with her impressive height towering over many an average man, she was clearly capable of holding her own by the looks of her.&nbsp; She just needed some way to convince the fine ladies en mass; she'd convinced a good many to lay with women in Chiaroscuro, though some still lay with men as well and to be honest she had no qualms with that, for while she did not love her husband, and his technique was certainly not of regard or note, his rod was still something that had given her pleasure at times (though never had it ever sated her desires for satisfaction)... but how was she to convince so many without forcing them, for how was one to enjoy pleasure if they were pushed to it?<br><br>A knock upon her door, and she got up from the pillows upon her floor, which she used in place of a couch or chairs next to the small table close to the ground.&nbsp; It was rather rare for her to get visitors this time of day that weren't business partners, so she loosed a sigh and stretched herself, extending her unclothed body's muscles to relax them.&nbsp; She found and slid on her clothes, from leg-covers to gloves, her skirt save her pouches, and of course her cloak-top, which came together into an outfit of bright white and gold, much heavier than one would think of such silken material, and was quite revealing, which she had no qualms of (who'd want to hide such a beautiful body?) and found it actually rather comfortable to wear.&nbsp; She made her way to the door leisurely, for if their business was of note they would certainly wait until she was ready.&nbsp; Unlocking, she slowly slid it open...<br><br>"Can I help-" she began, in a soft, low voice and a feigned smile, which halted upon sight of the... interesting woman in front of her, whom brought a true smile to her face, for she was quite the interesting sort of lady, which such interesting features... "May I help you?&nbsp; You look troubled... you are no merchant, I take it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 05:31:52</strong>
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				Akiva certainly didn't have the appearance of any merchant; she had nothing on her person worth sale or trade, to begin with; similarly, she had no pouches or no pack upon her person.&nbsp; No, certainly not a merchant at all.<br><br>The woman standing at Emoka's door was pale -- not the pale of those grisly souls born to ghosts, or of the sun-fearing Desert People of the far south, but the kind of pale that printed works saw when left out in the sun for too long.&nbsp; No, not pale at all -- faded.&nbsp; And it wasn't just her skin, either; her hair, too, had only the faintest hint of a golden hue to it, and the dress she wore -- shoulderless, with long sleeves that billowed out over her hands, and cut low to reveal a glimpse of the cleavage of her heavy chest -- seemed to have similar remnants of color, tiny hints of blue and green that could barely be noticed.<br><br>Akiva stepped back from the door when it was answered; she'd been nervous after waiting so long past her knocks that she wouldn't be greeted at all, and she had been just about ready to give up -- really, finally give up -- when the door opened.&nbsp; "Oh," she managed, biting down on her lip and reflexively taking in the look of the woman before her.&nbsp; It was a bad habit now -- the self-indulgent remainder of happier times for the spirit.&nbsp; She caught herself, though, and her eyes snapped back to Emoka's.&nbsp; "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said quickly, forcing the words of apology out before falling into a low bow.<br><br>When she arose again, she answered:&nbsp; "No, no, I'm no merchant," she said.&nbsp; "I've not an ounce of jade to my name nor goods or service to sell, and I come, laden with shame, to your door."&nbsp; It came out sounding very <em>rehearsed</em>.&nbsp; "I need the help of someone who can set wrongs right," she confessed, and then finished: "Could I come in, please, to speak to you?"<br><br>She bowed down once again, lowering her head shamefully before returning her gaze to Emoka.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 05:47:50</strong>
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				Surprise, keen interest with her eyes upon Emoka's form, and then surprise and embarrassment after that... Emoka grinned a bit; she got such looks in this outfit of hers, often from men, but from women surprisingly more often than she once would have expected.&nbsp; Such glances <em>always</em> ended well for her, and she actually had to hold back a chuckle as the woman before her bowed in her apology.<br><br>She was no merchant, most obviously, and had nothing of value, she claimed, though he words and flowery tone seemed like she'd been practicing them for a while... perhaps she had, actually.&nbsp; She needed help, obviously help from someone like <em>her</em>, and who was Emoka to turn a beautiful woman away?&nbsp; She gestured for her to enter, a smile still upon he face.<br><br>"You may, and you need not bow to me.&nbsp; You need not beg to ask me for my help." she stated, soft yet compelling with her words "Come, and sit with me upon my cushions, and we can discuss whatever it is you need set right."<br><br>Shutting the door behind her, she would follow the woman in, and either sit next to her should she sit first, or would gesture for the woman to seat herself right next to her, but regardless she wished to be sitting at the table upon her pillows next to her fellow lady, not across from her.&nbsp; Moving in a bit, her smile softened more, and she spoke more softly, more concernedly now.<br><br>"Whom might you be, miss, and just what has been done to shame and wrong you such that you need my help in particular?" she'd ask, honestly intending to listen to the woman's concerns in earnest, then do what she could to help her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 07:50:35</strong>
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				The woman followed Emoka into the house, and followed her lead to the cushions beside a table.&nbsp; She wasn't presumptuous at all; she seemed hesitant to act at all within the Solar's domain without permission.&nbsp; Akiva was used to being powerful, certainly -- but she was also used to dealing with people who had power over her, people who had things she needed.&nbsp; She couldn't afford to offend the woman whose help she so desperately sought.<br><br>"I ... " The spirit began, and faltered.&nbsp; She had taken her seat next to Emoka, and the pair sat close; she seemed at first uncomfortable in the position.&nbsp; "I need to explain," she said.&nbsp; "My name is Akiva; I am -- <em>was</em>," she corrected herself harshly, "known as the Life in the Desert to many, many people until ... only recently."<br><br>Once again, she hung her head in shame.&nbsp; "My oasis is dry," she said.&nbsp; "I did everything I could," she admitted, "and I appealed to the Bureau for Southern Hospitality to give me an extension -- but --"<br><br>She stopped, and looked to Emoka.&nbsp; She was biting her lip, and looked as if tears were ready to spill from her eyes.&nbsp; "They told me that my oasis -- <em>mine</em>, for the past thousand years -- was being discontinued.&nbsp; I'm out of a job," she said.&nbsp; "I need ... I need my oasis back -- I need my worshipers back!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 08:51:49</strong>
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				Emoka listened, sitting near her as she'd intended to.&nbsp; She seemed a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't draw away, as she noted most pleasantly.&nbsp; She waited for her to explain, and her memory peaked at the name Akiva... yes, both her husband's family and her own had mentioned such a name before, as to the title of 'the Life in the Desert' too.&nbsp; Well, Emoka had known she was no normal woman, but to realize she was now speaking to a goddess in her own home, quite a surprise!<br><br>Or rather, <em>ex-goddess</em>, sadly.&nbsp; She was no longer a goddess in that sense, for her land that she was charged with was being 'discontinued,' whatever <em>that</em> meant.&nbsp; The Solar felt sorry for the goddess, broken and powerless, feeling down about herself and shameful... and in many ways she could relate and sympathize, for she was not so very different four years prior when she was still pretending to play the role of wife to that man she was ashamed to have been married to for so long.&nbsp; It had been thrust upon her, much as this downgrade in her life had been... and she knew that her desire to regain what was lost was most strong in her too, for with that she could most certainly relate.<br><br>However, and perhaps it was the keen businesswoman in her thinking so, this was something that could benefit <em>her</em> as well... and perhaps if they could come to agreement, things would work out for <em>both</em> of their benefits.&nbsp; She leaned forward, a hand moving to cup her cheek, turning her to face her.&nbsp; Leaning in, providing a long view down her cleavage, formed from breasts that were but scarcely covered by heavy fabric, she kissed at the corners of each of Akiva's eyes, to kiss away her tears, before smiling upon her with a comforting glance to soothe away her sadness and shame.<br><br>"I understand... you wish to regain what you've lost, what others have taken from you and to leave the post and position you've been given, without your say and without concern for what <em>you</em> wish." she said softly, her words a soft, melodious tune from between her soft lips "I understand, for it was not long ago I was in your same place... I had a title I did not wish for, and I was held back by it for so long, and it was only when things reached a boil that I stood up and took back my power, freed myself of my constraining title of 'wife' to a man I could not, nor did I ever, love, and sought out what I truly desired... and became more powerful than I could have imagined...<br><br>"I will do what I can to help you, though I sadly have not the power to renew life to your oasis, and we would have to make the Celestials themselves grant you your charge back to you..." she continued to explain, comforting hand still upon Akiva's face "But perhaps... there is another way you can become as you were, or, better yet, <em>far beyond</em> the goddess you were.&nbsp; You see, there is an ideal I wish to spread; it is my calling, and this ideal... it is <em>very</em> dear to me, and means quite alot.&nbsp; As you know, it is the Celestial gods and goddesses that stand for ideals, that are worshiped for such ideals, and have far more followers than any sort of Terrestrial goddess such as you were.&nbsp; I do not claim that this will be an easier path, but if you are interested in helping me spread my ideal, and letting others worship you as the goddess of my ideal... then I promise that you will be <em>far</em> more powerful than you ever were given enough time, with me as your preacher and prophet of that which you would stand for, and likewise your guardian and defender against those that would bring you harm.<br><br>"I will not force you, and if you would rather be goddess of your oasis, then I shall merely wish to speak with you about my ideal, and then show it to you so you may tell others of it and spread it as you can.&nbsp; But if you are interested..." she said with a wider smile "Than not only shall I be most pleased, but I will tell you everything I may about my ideal, then I shall show you that of which I speak... and then your path to the Celestial rank will begin... so what shall it be, Akiva?&nbsp; Will you stand for that which I care for so deeply that I would ask for the aid of a beautiful goddess such as yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 07:13:58</strong>
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				That was -- not what Akiva had suspected, and it took her by surprise.&nbsp; She wasn't certain what to make of the whole thing, at all.&nbsp; There was <em>more</em> to heavenly politics than that ... and she wasn't a Celestial goddess, she never had been, it wasn't her place and she <em>liked</em> Creation, after all, but ...&nbsp; there were certainly laws in place to handle situations where Cults naturally expanded, where reasons and purviews changed naturally.<br><br>And there were laws in place to penalize, even punish those spirits who forced the issue, who chose to actively pursue worship beyond their position in the heavenly bureaucracy.&nbsp; That, too, was a serious threat -- though with her oasis being discontinued, no longer considered worth the upkeep in the Loom of Fate, even trying to force that to be reinstated could be considered overstepping her assigned position.<br><br>Being unemployed didn't leave her a lot of options, however.<br><br>But Akiva wasn't power-hungry; it wasn't the <em>power</em> she wanted, really.&nbsp; It never was; she just liked being loved by the people, she liked the attention and the popularity.&nbsp; She liked that she was important in the lives of so many people.&nbsp; That, really, was what drove her to pick up on this stranger's idea, whatever it might be:<br><br>"What are you... what is it you're ... championing?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 07:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emoka smiled when she asked what it was she was championing.&nbsp; That, at least, showed she was at least interested in the idea, though she did not yet know what it was.&nbsp; Well, not yet, anyway, but she would soon enough.<br><br>"I am championing... love, to put it quite simply." she said, on hand moving to rest upon the other woman's shoulder, turning her slightly to face her and remaining where it was after "Though, that is quite simple, and the love I champion is... not the kind most think of.&nbsp; I champion the love of women... by other women... homosexual love, or lesbian love if you'd prefer."<br><br>She rubbed the goddess' shoulder, and her other hand moved to Akiva's thigh, a gentle touch upon the clothed limb, and she moved a bit closer to the woman who'd walked into her home not but a few minutes prior at best.&nbsp; Emoka continued to smile, leaning in just a bit closer to her face.<br><br>"I was married, for fourteen years I was married to a man I did not love, because I was... <em>beneficial</em> to my family to live that life." she explained, with clear distaste with regards to the 'beneficial' comment "I did not love him... I have only ever desired a woman, though that has never been 'right' so far as I was 'taught'.&nbsp; When I finally broke free of that man, and lay with a woman after desiring it for so long... it was <em>heavenly</em>... and right after that, my body awakened to that which you see now.&nbsp; It was clear, it would be to anyone after that, and so for four years I've sought to spread the notion of women loving one another in such a way."<br><br>Again, she moved in a bit closer, her hand sliding up her bare shoulder to her neck, gently wrapping around back of it and caressing it softly with her fingertips.&nbsp; The hand on her thigh moved a bit high, closer to her sacred flower between her legs, and her face moved closer still too, lips aiming for the lips of the other woman, it seemed.<br><br>"I would ask that you aid me... I saw you eye me up at the door, your eyes wandering up and down my body, marveling in my beauty." she cooed out as her lips moved in ever closer "Don't resist it... give yourself over to me... let me show you the love, the pleasure, and the passion that I champion... perhaps that will influence your opinion..."<br><br>Unless resistance were made, she would lean in full now, moving to kiss the goddess that sat next to her, holding her close, very close in fact.&nbsp; Emoka hoped she wouldn't resist any... she was such a beautiful woman, it would be a waste for her to be turned off by the notion and idea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 06:25:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiva listened to Emoka thoughtfully, considering what she had to say.&nbsp; The idea -- not Emoka's idea, but the idea of taking on a cause and worshipers to go with it -- made her feel uncomfortable.&nbsp; It wasn't the way things were meant to work ... it wasn't how <em>she</em> did things.<br><br>Akiva had always been a reliable, functioning member of the Terrestrial Bureaucracy and the idea of trying to skirt what she <em>knew</em> was her rightful place and now ... Now she was sort of upset with herself for <em>considering</em> this at all, but -- but she was desperate.&nbsp; If she didn't do <em>something</em>...<br><br>The goddess was reluctant to return the affection being offered her -- in better days, she was open to intimacy with all manner of people, but she was always the seductress, never the seduced.&nbsp; This made her feel ... strange; uncomfortable.<br><br>But it was better than being forgotten.&nbsp; Emoka's hands reminded her what it meant to be wanted, to have people around who lusted for her .&nbsp; Since her oasis had dried up, and her vibrant color and vivacity with it, she hadn't been with any others -- men or women, mortals or otherwise.&nbsp; And of <em>course</em> she knew what it was like to lay with women; after thousands of years, how could she not?<br><br>But, uncomfortable or not, she let Emoka's hands trail over her faded skin, and let those lips press against hers.&nbsp; It was good to be wanted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 20:30:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No resistance... wonderful, truly wonderful!&nbsp; Emoka was grinning into her kiss, even as she deepened it, her hands remaining as they were for the time being, upon bare shoulder and clothed thigh.&nbsp; She was rather enjoying this moment, seducing a terrestrial goddess as it were!&nbsp; She was a bit tense though, which she'd expected as normal at this point, but she needed to relax more if she was to truly enjoy their lovemaking.<br><br>She adjusted herself where she sat, sliding her hands down to the woman's waist, and with a gentle, yet firm, tug pulled her forward onto her lap, sitting across her body with her arms now around her in an embrace.&nbsp; Looking into her eyes, pale as they were, she smiled and cooed as she spoke, lips but an inch from the other woman's.<br><br>"Relax... please relax... a <em>gorgeous</em> woman like you need not be so tense..." she indeed cooed, breathy against Akiva's lips "Let me care for your needs, let me please you, let me <em>love</em> you... and all I ask is that you relax and enjoy me as much as I shall be enjoying you, my goddess."<br><br>The kissing resumed, deeper this time, her tongue licking at her lips to ask her to open them and let her in, while her hands began to get to work as well.&nbsp; One slid up her back, tracing along her spine, the other up her side rubbing softly.&nbsp; The one upon her slide slid across her wondrous bosom, tracing across one of her nipples going for the top of her dress, which is where the one upon her back was going too.&nbsp; Taking hold of the dress, she gently coaxed it down her body, slowly but surely revealing more and more of her pale flesh, and just as much of her cleavage and chest.&nbsp; Eventually, those feminine orbs would spring free, and she'd tug the dress down a bit further, to her waist, so that she could get her arms out of the sleeves properly, wherein her hands would move back to her body, one across her back to rest upon her far shoulder, and the other gently cupping and kneading one of the, now exposed, breasts.<br><br>Hopefully, she was enjoying the attention she was being given, and perhaps she would be more willing now, and reciprocation would be nice, but if not, well... then Emoka figured that she'd make love to her anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 00:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beneath her clothes, Akiva was much the same; faded white skin that was without flaw or blemish.&nbsp; Her chest, now bare, was perfectly voluptuous, her breasts both large and very soft.&nbsp; Tiny, pale nipples tipped them, with only the faintest shade of pink to them that matched the hue of her lips.&nbsp; When Emoka set her hand onto the goddess' chest, she let out a tiny sigh that disappeared into their kiss, and invigorated it: her own lips and tongue began to move against Emoka's, and her hands found their way to Emoka's waist.<br><br>She was not <em>perfectly</em> comfortable -- and that was apparent still in her awkward manner, the way she seemed to be a step behind Emoka, or the still movement of her arms and body.&nbsp; The real proof was internal, though, in her thoughts; Akiva was worried.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how she was so quickly <em>seduced</em>, save that promises of bettering her position were involved, and ... and that couldn't have been enough.<br><br>Locked into the kiss, she looked beyond sight, to see if, perhaps, this woman <em>wasn't</em> just a trader at all -- and --<br><br>Her eyes opened wide, though she didn't dare break the kiss.&nbsp; A <em>Solar</em>.&nbsp; She hadn't seen one in ... in centuries.&nbsp; She thought they were gone.&nbsp; She remembered long nights in the beds of these lords of the earth.&nbsp; And -- the Mandate of Heaven.&nbsp; <em>That</em> was etched into her very soul.<br><br>She kissed harder, matching Emoka's passion.&nbsp; What <em>luck!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 01:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emoka feared that her lover for the moment still had reservations, and what a pity that was.&nbsp; She meant to show this woman love, not make her feel stiff and guarded.&nbsp; She meant to give her pleasure beyond her reason, not nervousness beyond her pleasure.&nbsp; In but a moment though, that changed, for her kissing became impassioned, rather than simply motions of sensual acts.&nbsp; This excited Emoka, her hand upon her breast growing a bit tighter and harder in her ministrations as she met her own strong kisses with equally, if not more so, empowered ones.<br><br>After a moment, she pushed the woman to the ground and climbed atop her, straddling her at the wast as both hands took home of a fleshy mound, squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh, brushing her palm against nipple now and again.&nbsp; So large and soft, so voluptuous... Emoka loved them, so much in fact that her lips soon broke from the kiss, though not without a parting nibble at her lower lip, and trailed down to one of the lovely mounds, to take one of the nipples with her lips, and suck upon it with need and care all in one.&nbsp; So small and pale, the nipple was, a delightful little plaything for her lips, tongue, and once or twice her teeth as she rolled it between them.&nbsp; To the other mound she would go, loving sucking such luscious breasts, and this time she ended it with a soft clamping of her teeth, pulling the nipple up a bit, only to drop it back down a moment later and watch the slight jiggle that ensued.<br><br>"Mmm... that'a girl..." she muttered, before kissing at each soft breast again "Let's get you more comfortable, my goddess."<br><br>Getting to her feet but bent over, revealing her breasts largely save for the parts covered by her garb, she again tugged at the dress now at the woman's waist, pulling it down yet further still.&nbsp; Down, past her waist and rear, down her hips, and eventually over her legs, leaving the Solar standing above the earthly goddess holding but her dress.&nbsp; It was tossed to the side, upon the nearby table, as Emoka gazed down with a keen eye, a lovely, beautiful grin, and loins now warm and moistening with excitement.&nbsp; The sight... well, it was <em>heavenly</em> to her eyes!<br><br>"Gorgeous... so very, very beautiful..." she cooed softly, running each hand down her exposed stomach to her hips, slow and sensual in the motion "I speak the truth when I say I've never seen such a beautiful woman such as yourself... absolutely <em>lovely</em>... now that you're interested, how about you make <em>me</em> 'comfortable' as well, my goddess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 23:46:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiva enjoyed all of the attention being given to her -- both within, as the woman's eagerness seemed to fill a place in her heart that had been left empty since she'd been forgotten by the desert traders, and without, as well: this woman (no, this <em>Solar</em>) clearly knew how to use her mouth, her lips and tongue and teeth ...<br><br>Emoka tugged her dress the rest of the way down, and uncovered what remained hidden of the woman's figure: round hips that ran down into toned thighs, more skin of that same faded-white; a neat stripe of pale-gold hair that ran just above the bald lips between the woman's thighs.&nbsp; She was all but nude, now -- only her sandals remained.<br><br>She made no efforts to hide herself, either -- in better days, she would have worn clothes that accentuated her form, that showed off her figures and features, but the robe she'd been wearing was her answer to her faltering self-assurance.&nbsp; Emoka was returning some of that sense of confidence, and she was glad for it.&nbsp; She'd shifted the tiniest bit, even, opening her legs just the tiniest bit to give the Solar a better peek at her neat, smooth netherlips.<br><br>At Emoka's beckoning -- "how about you make <em>me</em> comfortable" -- she rose up a bit, looking up at Emoka while sitting beneath her.&nbsp; Her hands moved to Emoka's legs -- low, low on her legs, but slowly sliding up along the woman's stockings and past them, meeting the Solar's hands at her hips.&nbsp; "Whatever I can do for you," she crooned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hands sliding up her hips, the sight of her nude body before that, pale yet flawless, with such a cute little patch of fuzz above such a lovely, smooth sex... Emoka was feeling drunk with passion at the sight of her so.&nbsp; She'd even spread her legs, to show off her nethers so, and again Emoka was fueled by desire for her, for the love she held for the body innate to all women... though something about this woman, this <em>goddess</em>, made her feel... different.&nbsp; She was a goddess though, and never had she lain with one, so it was only natural for it to feel different, right?<br><br>Moving hands out from under Akiva's, she placed the pale one's at her waist, pale hands upon dark skin, and she moved to her top and cloak, unbuckling it and letting it fall down behind her, fully exposing herself to the woman on her knees before her.&nbsp; Her breasts were firm and fit her body so, not too small and a proper handful it would seem.&nbsp; Small, dark nipples, perky and upturned, clearly a sign she was aroused by the other woman so.&nbsp; Her hands moved to one of the belts at her waist, in in little time she'd pulled off her unique skirt and tossed it aside, revealing her own nethers to the woman whom was currently at eye-level with them, and rather close too.&nbsp; A small patch of dark hair notched atop her sex, shaped neatly into a heart, which seemed to be a fitting thing for a woman spreading such a lovely ordeal to have.&nbsp; She was not as 'smooth' as the goddess was though; her labia was a bit bigger, and her sensitive nub likewise was a tad larger than average, which in her younger years had been cause for concern, though now it was simply a different way in which her body was beautiful.<br><br>She hoped that the goddess enjoyed her view of her, especially of the part down below, for if things continued to go well... well, she'd be getting a much more 'hands on' view of it in time.&nbsp; Hands moving to be placed atop Akiva's head, she tilted her up to look at her, then traced her hands gently down her beautiful face, grinning with her eyes gleaning full of passion and love for this girl before her.<br><br>"If it is whatever I want, then I want you to kiss me..." she said, pausing for an effect for but a moment "I want you to kiss whatever it is about me that you find most beautiful... and then I want you to kiss me again where you would like <em>me</em> to please you first..."<br><br>Her hand moved to Akiva's chin, cupping it gently and tracing her thumb along her plump lips, teasing her a little a she continued to stand above the woman, the sight of a <em>goddess</em> on her knees before her enthralling her as much as her body was in it's own right.<br><br>"So kiss me, show me what it is you love at first sight about me, and show me what it is you would like <em>me</em> to please you with..." she repeated in a lower, more sensual and seductive voice "...then lay back down, and be ready for me to make love to you, and to feel as good as only another woman can make you feel..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The goddess was struck by the enormity of the demand: what she found <em>most</em> beautiful?&nbsp; What a request!&nbsp; She didn't know if there <em>was</em> an answer to that, and if there was, she didn't know what <em>her</em> answer might be.&nbsp; Everything that had been revealed made her desirous -- all of the woman.&nbsp; Where to start ... !<br><br>So she rose -- quickly! -- and wrapped her arms around the woman, her hands coming to rest in the small of the Solar's back.&nbsp; She moved close and pulled the merchant lady to her, pressing their breasts together, and she leaned in to kiss her partner firmly on the lips.&nbsp; Perhaps it wasn't the most <em>literal</em> response, but Akiva felt it summarized her feelings well; she loved that body, and she wanted it all.<br><br>Her hands drifted down to the woman's behind; she touched lightly, taking in the curved shape and smooth texture of the woman, and her kiss didn't falter.&nbsp; &nbsp; There was a certain voracious quality to the way her lips and tongue worked ... and when she had sated herself of Emoka's mouth, she broke away, kissing the woman's chin, her jawline, down onto her neck and then lower, moving her way down the Solar's body at a pace that was simultaneously casual but eager.&nbsp; She wanted to show her love, certainly, for all of the woman's body -- but she so needed to reach that place between the woman's legs -- the place where she could please Emoka and, in turn (or at least, she hoped!), be pleasured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 07:48:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emoka loved her newly found eagerness; she greatly enjoyed when her lovers got into it, and when she wrapped her arms around her, pulled them in tight together... well, that was new for her.&nbsp; Most women kissed her body somewhere else, not upon her lips, and then the arms... this woman loved <em>everything</em> about her?&nbsp; She was... well, she was touched honestly, and returned the embrace, and the fervent kiss, readily.<br><br>She moaned into the kiss a bit as the hands moved to her rear; she loved having her rear toyed with.&nbsp; She continued to kiss her back, until she finally broke away, kissing down her body quickly enough, with Emoka's hands moving up her body steadily, from lower back, to upper back, and finally to her shoulders as she got low enough.&nbsp; The goddess seemed to be heading for her treasure between her legs, maintaining a hold upon her ass that aroused her greatly.<br><br>"Mmm... you seem to be... understanding..." she commented as she watched the woman go down on her "You have lovely lips dear... putting them to good use as well..."<br><br>Anxiously, she was awaiting the woman's final arrival upon her other set of lips; her kissing was hot enough, and she could only <em>imagine</em> how good it would feel upon more... sensitive portions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiva looked up to Emoka from her slowly descending point of view, peered past those perky, beautiful breasts to the woman's face.&nbsp; She didn't say anything in response to the Solar's words -- she had to keep her mouth on the woman's skin, after all, and to take her lips away would be abhorrent!&nbsp; Still, the focus of her pale eyes said more than words could have.<br><br>So her mouth continued on, without pause but also without haste -- perhaps teasingly slow for the eager Emoka, regardless.&nbsp; Akiva appreciated the compliments -- after all, she had <em>known</em> at some point that she had lovely lips (of course she did, she had lovely <em>everything</em>), but since her fall from grace, her self confidence had plummeted.<br><br>She always had found the Solar Exalted to be inspirational, even at the height of their awfulness, before they had gone away.<br><br>Her lips reached down, pressing just against the curve of the heart-shape trimmed above Emoka's nethers, and she followed that shape down, down, until her lips were pressing ever-so-softly against the other's, offering tiny, tiny kisses of admiration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keelan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 08:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emoka was entranced, watching her lips descend more, gazing into her eyes... there was a spark there, a connection that Emoka felt, and she knew that she had already met her calling with this woman.&nbsp; Now... it was just a matter of enjoying herself as much as possible.<br><br>"Mmm... wonderful lips..." she cooed out, her hands now moving to Akiva's head, running her fingers through pale hair "Wonderful, beautiful everything,<em>my</em> Akiva... give me but a moment, please?<br><br>She sat down upon the pillows, stacked a number, and leaned back upon them, bending her knees and spreading her legs a fair bit.&nbsp; She was relaxing, to provide a much better view of her sex to the other woman, and to allow her access to it all the easier.&nbsp; One of her hands moved to brush across the heart-shaped tuft and trace it, while the others went to her abs and chest, running gently up and down them, then cupping a breast and moving it in a fashion she enjoyed.&nbsp; She grinned all the while, as if asking for Akiva to come to her and please her so...<br><br>"Shall we continue where we left off?" she cooed softly, then shot her a wink "Or, perhaps you'd rather not take turns?&nbsp; I could always lay down upon my back and...well, I'm sure you can figure out how it would work..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Exalted: A Southern Love Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiva thought it was cute, how this Solar talked to her -- like she'd never been with a woman before.&nbsp; Akiva had lived for thousands of years, and she'd always been a sociable and well-liked goddess.&nbsp; She'd had lovers of all sorts, from all over, in so many different ways -- did Emoka suppose she was new to this?&nbsp; The idea made her smile.&nbsp; It was a gloating smile -- something she hadn't managed in some time.&nbsp; It was good to feel so desired!<br><br>Continuing where they left off -- that seemed like a decent idea to the goddess, who didn't wait long before following the Solar to the floor where she'd set herself upon the pillows.&nbsp; She went down onto her hands and knees and crawled over, then slunk down lower yet.&nbsp; She moved between Emoka's legs, and her lips set upon the Solar's thigh, kissing her skin softly and calmly.&nbsp; She moved slowly up toward the woman's nethers, but didn't quite reach; she hovered teasingly close, though, and peered up at the other with smiling eyes.
			</dd>
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