Hostile Love (Danakir & Galatea88)
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				Title: <strong>Hostile Love (Danakir &amp; Galatea88)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galatea88</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 06:04:53</strong>
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				Jody slammed her right fist hard against the tall leather hanging puching bag. She didn't wait for the bag to adjust before she attacked it with her left. The music of her headphones was driving the speed of the workout. Jody smirked and mused the strange training routine. She was magically adept, yet she trained her physical body. This was only to have a back-up defense if her magic ever failed her.<br><br>Jody enjoyed sweating, unlike most woman. It made her feel alive, powerful, and cleansed. The light gray carpeted room she chose for her gym was stained with blood and sweat. This didn't bother the woman at all. She stepped back and sat down on a carpeted bench behind the bag. She spread her legs enough to be able to comfortably set her elbows on her knees and hang her head down. Sweat was dripping off her face, adding to the stains. She glanced up at the clock and realized that she had gone overtime with her training session again.<br><br>The young woman stood and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off. There was a minifridge by the door that she kept stocked with water bottles. She took a nice chug before heading out the door. She headed down the hall to the living room. She rather liked this old house in the suburbs. She had only inherited it from her wizardry teacher after she died a year ago. Jody missed her as often as she missed her own mother. The two had been just as important during her life.<br><br>She passed through the living room to the bathroom. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it in the clothes hamper. Leaning over the bathub, she turned on the perfect mix of cold and hot water taps. She continued stripping as it ran. After a few minutes, she turned it off. Jody sighed as she climbed into the bath. It was just right. She closed her eyes and relaxed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostile Love (Danakir &amp; Galatea88)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Danakir</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 19:56:43</strong>
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				She felt her own flesh gently burning with throbbing pain, her chest in particular was rather sore and she had a most unpleasant headache. This definitely wasn't a day to be alive. She couldn't see anything, as she was blindfolded, which only enhanced her other senses and her nervousness. She could hear someone shuffling around and water flowing gently, she could feel the claustrophobic atmosphere of a place that did touch upon the natural land and she could tell there was no sun to be had in such a locale. This was troubling her, but not enough for her not to try and pull on what appeared to be chains, clanking lightly as she pulled on them, standing up to the tip of her toes. She felt lancinating pain around her wrists as she tried to force the bindings open to no avail, crying out gently and twisting, contorting, endlessly in search of a way to escape. There was none.<br><br>The young dark elf, Liestre, couldn't do much in this situation, her damp platinum hair, reaching down to the small of her back, sticking to her skin with sweat and dirt while her light shirt did the same with dry blood against her own chest, memories of the events that had brought her here flashing briefly in her mind, the thunder and fire, raining down on them, her guards confused and yelling before she was snatched from her position behind them and knocked unconscious with a powerful, sharp, electrical assault to her chest, the warmth of blood and the rigor of pain draining away her consciousness, It had been an harsh, unbearably humilating, time indeed. But the truth was, she felt positively miserable and she could swear she had a fever now, with how much she was sweating, and perhaps hearing things as why would her captor slam against things without purpose? It made no sense. None could see her weary and hollow grey eyes that spoke volume of ages of wisdom and yet exhuberant youth broken mercilessly.<br><br>She wore the clothes that she had come with, which were little more than presentable garbs for meeting the leaders of the city-state of New York. She had a frail, beautiful, elegant build and yet a certain feline strength about her curves and limbs, along with a petty, silky, if at the moment boiling hot caramel skin.<br><br>One could hear her panting gently under the assaults of exhaustion and pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostile Love (Danakir &amp; Galatea88)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galatea88</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 03:23:51</strong>
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				Jody got out of the tub and got dressed. She paused momentarily, listening to the young elf. She smirked and made her way to her bedroom. She had donned a red leather jumpsuit, boots, and a black cloak. She picked up a red, empty, full face mask off the dresser. <br><br>Putting it on, she wove her way down to the cellar stairs. She flipped the switch and a line of hanging lamps lit along down the starway. She rounded the side of the stairway and turned into the main room of the basement. Liestre was hanging from the bottom of the home's floor. <br><br>Chuckling a dark chuckle, Jody flipped the switch to let her down almost to the floor. There was still about a foot between her feet and the floor. She pulled the blindfold off of the elf's face.<br><br>"Enjoying your accomidations, I hope?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hostile Love (Danakir &amp; Galatea88)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Danakir</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 18:40:49</strong>
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				She had a feverish, desperate, expression, as she spoke in a croaked voice, her throat dry and cracking "Why.... this'll start a war between... our people. So much.... death....why?" she doesn't have the tears to cry anymore, she lets her head hang low, tbe pain in her chest throbbing and nearby unbearable "Please.... let me go...." she begs brokenly, too exhausted and far too hurt to ask anything else or be stubborn.<br><br>This was a rather pitiful scene.
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