The Fallen Hero's Ball - (Moonhare - Shogran)
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				Title: <strong>The Fallen Hero's Ball - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:27:33</strong>
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				Large Doors, Black widow emblems on the frosted glass the open up into the large ballroom. The inside is devoid of any real colour, except the colour of pale silken flesh and dresses and suits. Men and women in masks dancing to the hearts content to a loud piano and string quartet. The dancers are dancing about each other in dizzying circles. The walls and Ceiling is Lined in silvers and black. The clothing the men and women wore seemed straight out of the time, clean and sexy.<br><br>One man in particular seems to be enjoying himself, Black hair chiseled features. An air of confidence came off of him strong. His cold blue eyes stared into the the eyes of his dancing partner, causing them to swoon in his presence. His suit was as black as night. The kind of jacket that had tails and underneath it was a pure white oxford. His boots were black snakeskin.
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				Title: <strong>The Fallen Hero's Ball - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:58:41</strong>
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				She took her time entering the swinging dance of people on the main floor. Moving slowly around the room, her gold beaded dress swaying in time to the music, as she lifted her eyes to the floor. Mask in place, she made her way to the bar. Ordering a stiff drink, she leaned against the dark wood, taking in the scene.<br><br>All, swingers and bob hair cuts, she smiled at the dress and dance of the long lost era. Surely things had been easier and yet harder than they were now. She would like to visit the past, which is what lead her to accept the invitation to the party in the first place.<br><br>Sipping her martini, she let her eyes wander. Catching the tall, dark, and handsome man dancing about the floor like this was his own little slice of heaven, captivated her. It didn't take long for someone beside her to open a conversation, distracting her eye candy watching from the sidelines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Insert Game Name Here - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 23:13:52</strong>
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				The conversation was Silenced, atleast it should have been as his hand touched the young lady's in her gold beaded dress, A shock of color in the old world. His eyes coated her body as he took in her sight. His lips pursed as he nodded, Letting his soft lips touch the tender flesh atop her hand. His lips move from her hand now as the graceful gleem of his eyes touch hers. <br><br>He sighed and finally spoke in a strong velvety voice."Come" He pulled her softly into him, pressing his body against hers and releasing her to spin. He began to lead the dance slowly. His body moving gracefully to the sound of the music. His deep dark blue eyes shining in to her soul.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 17:20:50</strong>
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				Eyes opened wide in first confusion then amazement, she was pulled into his kiss and dance with such ease she would later claim a spell had been placed on her. He lead the dance effortlessly, having her breath hitch in her throat for his natural grace.<br><br>Simple words were not needed and she danced and spun with the littlest of his direction. She moved like she knew this dance, it being older than her and left in echoes of her bones. She cast her pale green eyes to his dark blue, captivated. Time seemed to stop, the flow of her dress the only thing that whispered of the passing of the minutes. How long they danced she didn't know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Insert Game Name Here - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 01:58:50</strong>
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				Hours seemed to pass in what felt like seconds. His body against hers as they played around the room their fingers entwined as they moved. His eyes coated her own as his dark grin continued the seduction as his velvety voice escaped his mouth." How beautiful you are, Tell me what can I do to be your ride home?" He released her to twirl away from him and pulled her back into a backwards dip. As he had her dipped, His lips were mere millimeters from hers, his sweet breath flowing against her own lips. <br><br>He picked her back up and continued to lead the enchanting dance. His cool eyes locked on her own the entire time. The sweet blues staring off into the distance of her pale greens. His one hand tracing a line down her spine softly
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:25:14</strong>
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				She blushed hard, lowering her eyes and head as he asked such a question. She warred with herself as he dipped her down, his lips so close to hers she was sure she could feel the heat from his mouth so close. <br><br>As he lifted her easily to lead the dance further into the night, she was losing the will to fight the overwhelming desire to have a taste of him. She was married, she would and could never forget that, but it had been so long since her husband had given her that fire she was seeing in this man's eyes.<br><br>She decided then that words would be useless as she couldn't lie. He hadn't asked either, so she let go and let her body press more firmly into his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Insert Game Name Here - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 22:21:49</strong>
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				The tall man had in fact saw the beautiful glint of diamond rivaled by her own eyes. He continued to dance her around the room and looked her in the eyes now."Why has he left you alone in such joyful attire?" Escaped from those crimson lips. His deep blues doing a lot of work keeping close to hers as they spun about the room in dizzying dance steps. The world around them had blurred. He was just as enraptured if not more than she was.<br><br>The night was growing later then he had thought as those words escaped. He looked at the clock as it tolled marking 1:00 in the morning.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 20:03:18</strong>
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				She blushed under his assault and question. Why indeed? She turned her head to the side for a moment, unwilling to answer such a thing at this moment in time and ruin the magic of being in this man's arms. Her eyes returned to his as he moved them faster around the room in time to the music. She let the time go, let the worries, and the anger go and enjoyed this one perfect moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallen Hero's Ball - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:25:28</strong>
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				The man, Smiled looking at her and danced her over to a table, and seated her deftly in his lap as he in turn sat. His arms wrapped about her waist" My dear, The legs beneath me tire." His disarming smile and Velvet touched voice pierced inhibitions yet again as he looked in her eyes. "Tell me about you? I want to know All you want to share."
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 23:16:14</strong>
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				Being easily moved into such a position on his lap stilled her tongue from any comment momentarily, before she took the time to think about what to say. What would she tell a stranger?<br><br>"There is nothing note worthy until this moment. Nothing that would bring greater triumphs or greater defeats. I am simply me. This night there is nothing more than what you see."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fallen Hero's Ball - (Moonhare - Shogran)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 00:14:47</strong>
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				The Man had a strong and hearty laugh as he looked in her eyes. His lips pursed and he nudged against her playfully. His soft hands caressed her back gently, his deep eyes searching within hers and spoke again" Give me at least a name to attach to the Goddess in my lap?" His smile warmed again as his lips closed after expelling the velvety Follow up." My own Being Dmitri, most pleased to be graced." his Elegant Speak Kept up. After Previous nights sorrow, This night belonged to him.<br><br>The night began to cascade down as patrons were beginning to thin slowly but surely. The Moon was now Lowest in the Sky about to dip down into the Later parts of the morning.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:45:09</strong>
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				She didn't want to give her name and ruin the night. To lie was something she wouldn't normally have condoned, but for the privacy she felt she needed after having spent the evening dancing in this man's arms. "I'm Annabell," she offered softly. It wasn't her real name, but it was close enough.<br><br>She watched the sky with him for many a long moment before looking around at the sparse group of people left at the party. "Perhaps I should call it a night as well, Dmitri."
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				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 00:06:15</strong>
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				Looked her over and sighed "Is it that time already Miss Annabell?" He smiled as he touched her cheek and the first stake of sadness touched over his face this night. A smirk touched over his lips as he spoke again" I want to see you again, in a more friendly environment. Maybe get some lunch at the deli tomorrow?"<br><br>His eyes looked her over again tonight. "What a lovely night this was." He nodded slowly and stood with her and kissed her hand softly.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 20:19:01</strong>
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				Annabell looked to the handsome young man, leaned forward and left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth after he had set her to her feet and acted so gentlemanly towards her.<br><br>"I think lunch would be fine, but for the fact that as the sun rises, this person before you will not exist. Perhaps when the moon is full, and it's light reflects off the still lake in the park. We could see each other there."<br><br>It was a riddle, but not. The full moon was barely a week away, and everyone knew the lake at the park. There was many hiding places for lovers of all types to find their hearts desires, or the darker kind.
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				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 11:02:55</strong>
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				Damn , over 120 days. ))<br><br>Dmitri sighed as she left his sight, He stayed at the party until dawn had broken. His cold eyes filled with sorrow as he realized he spent the night with a married woman. The attraction he had was at once electrifying and depressing. He stood slowly from his seat, his eyes fixed on the beautiful tile floor. He slipped to the double doors that were to be cleaned of any evidence of this night. He slipped his right hand into his pocket, and let a single pearl bead fall into it. He had snatched one from her dress for keepsake. His eyes slitted almost shut as the light of day burned his retina. He cursed the mighty hot sun aloud, yelling at it for taking the night away. People stared and whispered at him, he stretched and let the night end as peacefully as it could now, his moment of violence over. <br><br>He went into his almanac and found the full moon date, and then smirked, buying a small dining table for cheap and a couple of chairs. The man went to work setting them up in the park by the lake. The night of the full moon, before dusk, he prepared a beautiful meal and brought it to the table. After much cleaning and scraping, he put a soft white table cloth on the table, and prepared the meal with two plates, a couple candles. and hoped this wasn't too over the top. The man smiled as he waited beside the table, a clean pressed dress shirt, and black slacks was his attire this night. He sighed and looked at his clock several times in only fifteen minutes. His heart was beating so fast and hard, it felt like it would mine its way out of his chest soon.<br><br>Finally, The sun cascaded over the lake and soon, disappeared. The moon shone its beautiful face yet again, This night was eerie on its own. A soft fog rolling in from the lake. Dmitri Smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 01:31:07</strong>
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				She had stolen away again, the wife turned free into the night's caress. She dressed well, her tight lacy underthings well hidden from the naked eye. Her warm dress and coat flowing with extra material that might come in handing should the man take the bait. <br><br>Her husband would be out saving the world, while his wife was saving their marriage. For all his ability, he could never satisfy his wife. Not for lack of his bravery, or persistence, but for his gracelessness in their intimacy.<br><br>Her feet bare in the grass, shoes in hand, she followed the arc of the shore line to the place the moon guided like a haloed path. He would be there, the one that won her heart with his soft words, and cunning charm. She knew to be careful. What woman didn't feel a thrill at playing hide and seek in the dark of the night with another man?
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				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 21:51:12</strong>
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				Dmitri Looked about frantically, His date has yet to arrive, and time was actually passing now. His cold eyes darting back and forth at all the ways&nbsp; she could possibly enter into this area. He thought she would be joining his domain, But that was where they met, He was in her court now. A sigh crossed those crimson lips that he believed to partial seduce her the night before. A&nbsp; warm hand keeping his hair straight&nbsp; every time the wind kissed it. He stood from his chair and kicked lightly at the dirt, watching the dust fly from his foot and dissipate in the cold damp air. Saddened by the moment he looked about with gentle disheartened eyes. As he started to pick up the meal that was wasted.<br><br>He realized before any damage was done the folly of his impatience, as out of the air it seemed Miss Annabelle floated. His heart lifted in his throat and caused him to physically choke for a moment. He quickly resettled the dishes and meal and started after her, Stopping inches from her and looking deep into her eyes. The soft eyes smiled and his arms crossed over his powerful core. The young ,crimson lips curled into a wry grin as he longed for her lips. He sighed softly and almost couldn't talk. <br><br>"Annabelle, Lovely, You're here!" he was excited and slipped over to her chair and pulled it for her, the soft wood sliding against the grass with a whisper. " I can't believe you actually came." He said, even though he set up this whole ordeal on the folly of a gut chance. He took his seat and smiled looking at her, "I was not sure what you liked, so i went with something somewhat simple." He lifted the silver cover from the dish, and revealed a hefty couple of portions of chicken and rice casserole, and diamond bracelet to the side. 
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 02:44:30</strong>
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				Her eyes brightened as they laid themselves on the man before her. He was quite the dashing figure, though he seemed nervous? She smiled warmly, giving a look around to ensure their privacy. She nodded to herself that this place was as secure as any other and she would be safe here from any prying eyes that might whisper her whereabouts to her husband.<br><br>She smiled softly down at the dinner he served. It looked like he put some effort into this seduction. She felt sure as she looked at the bracelet and felt over the smooth stones and rough settings that he already was more of a romantic than her super hero husband had been since their marriage. Shouldn't the hero have been just as romantic as heroic? Perhaps she wanted too much.<br><br>"Thank you very much for this night, Dmitri." Her eyes didn't hide anything this night with the moon over the lake offering it's quiet and serene light. She would let the night unfold, her husband tucked away on some government mission without a care for his wife alone.
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				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:19:03</strong>
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				"Anything for the woman who stole a piece of me." those soft crimson lips allowed the words to escape into her ear as his lips touched her cheek lightly. He moved gently and elegantly to the other chair and poured her wine. As the sweet smelling red liquid filled the glass only the soft features of her face seemed to matter. The young man touched her hand gently and kissed it. He would serve her food first and wait till she began to eat before he thought to nurture himself. The night air was chill, but somber and sweet smelling. In his profession one had to be used to the night. His stomach was silently churning in anticipation of tonight's events.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 05:39:45</strong>
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				She blushed at the man's offering of affection. It wasn't easy for her, even with her husband. Taking a sip of the wine, she let the flavor of the fruity wine breathe on her tongue before swallowing. It was delightful on the tongue, a dance of warmth and bitter sweetness. <br><br>"Thank you." She tried to calm the warmth that stayed on her cheeks. Her eyes trailed over his as he served the food. She was too nervous to really eat, but just watching the man was enough to keep the blush on her cheeks. <br><br>"How long do we have tonight?" she asked in a soft voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 04:09:40</strong>
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				"The full night is ours," He spoke softly and reached to lightly touch his finger tip to her soft lips. A smile played across his own. He was suddenly very grateful at the training his mother forced him to receive when young, A poor dance would never have gotten this far. The man finished his meal and looked upon the vision of loveliness before him. Dmitri shook his head, Reason finally caught up.'This woman is married, why are you risking this, especially with your profession' He thought as he looked deep into her eyes. But watching how she moved and her subtle grace, he forgot the worry as soon as it came alive. His hand slid against her free hand and silently watched her.&nbsp; <br><br>After awhile, With a catlike grace he slid out of his chair and next to her, His lips on her cheek" If you are willing, another dance?" The words came out soft, he didn't want to disturb the so far silent night. Her beauty had him entrapped. Nothing could release him from this perfect prison. 
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 07:00:36</strong>
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				She took his hand, standing as he offered her another dance. She found it rare that a man had the graces to offer her this simple of a thing. He husband was too busy in his other duties to offer such to his simple wife. How she missed it...<br><br>"My pleasure, Dmitri." Her voice was soft, as the night felt quieted by their very presence here.<br><br>She moved into his grasp, her eyes looking up into his, questioning more than just their dance.
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				Post by: <strong>Majere Dreavan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 07:43:04</strong>
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				The tall man swept her out to the grass and twirled the two deftly into the dance. Another intricate waltz, what brought them together was sure to be the thing that destroyed them, but not tonight. Their feet barely touched the ground as they danced along the lakes edge.&nbsp; His left hand touched her soft hip, his right in hers as he led in the exquisite dance. Their soft dips and dizzying twirls. <br><br>Finally his lips moved closer to her own. He was going in for the kiss, part of his mind screaming' Get Out Of There Fox!' He refused to listen to the sound advice of his subconscious mind. 
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				Post by: <strong>Moonhare</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 21:27:15</strong>
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				She reached up as he came down, and lifted her lips to his. All the dancing and great food left her feeling dizzy and with a heady ache all in good places. Her lips were soft, gentle against his. Her eyes closed and she wrapped her hands about his neck to pull him closer.<br><br>Her married life was the last thing on her mind; her husband and what he could do to them both if he caught them as well. She just wanted to live in the right now, not in the worries of the past or in the worries of the future. She didn't care, not anymore.
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