A new start
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: LittleKitten on 20-04-2011, 05:19:29</h2>
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				Title: <strong>A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 05:19:29</strong>
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				Ariels feet slam against the broken pavement as she runs. Their behind her, chasing her....! Her lungs burn as she pants, dodging debris. She can feel their hands reaching out to touch her, to pull her back into their waiting jaws....<br><br>She shrieks, screaming as she tumbles forward. Ariels tripped over an overgrown branch and tumbles forward. She rolls, landing in an awkward sprawl and looks up, into the eyes of...huh?<br>The girl sits up slowly, looking around. The road behind her is deserted. Their....gone!<br><br>She lost them? She actually lost them! Ariel stifles a giggle and collapses again, panting harshly.&nbsp; She can't believe she's lost them....She'll live! But...Ariel shudders and bites her lip. They only would have stopped chasing her if they'd killed enough food. Her family, they all must be dead!<br><br>Ariels hands clench as she forces herself to stand. She can't save them, all she can do now is survive. Her body is aching, throbbing with pain as the adrenaline wears off. Shit! She looks down noting the wound on her shoulder. She remembers now, one of the eaters speared her...<br><br>Her hands tremble as she clumsily pulls her shirt off and rips it. She ties it tightly around her shoulder, making a bandage. It'll slow the bleeding until she can....find a safe place? Find help? Ariels head turns, noting the destruction around her on the once great highway.&nbsp; There's a side road in sight, maybe someone lives there?<br><br>She's hurt, she knows she's hurt but she'll make it. Ariel trudges on, head down as she walks. <br><br>She's forcing herself to take step after step, blood dripping down her arm. She's still bleeding but it's slowed. Ariel does feel light headed and each step she takes somehow pounds up her head. She whimpers, raising her hand to touch the wound.<br><br>“I'm fucked” She whispers as she rounds a bend on the round. She wavers, whimpers then collapses. Ariel's unconscious by the time she hits the ground. <br><br>Ariel's profile and pictures. (http://kaoskittencharacters.tumblr.com/post/1264560033/name-ariel-age-17-20-world-any-bio-ariel-is)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 06:01:39</strong>
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				(http://rtvgames.com/showimages/dwts9/chuck.png)<br><br>Malcolm had encountered a problem. The last of his father's servants had just died, leaving Malcolm alone on the farm to fend for himself. He was a man of strong stature, and had an extensive understanding of the primitive farm tools available to him. He could get by of course, but he wanted to do more than just get by. Having been born on the farm after the world went to hell in a shit-storm, he'd hardly known anything of the outside, and scarcely met people outside of his family or his father's employees. Visitors had been rare and his father wasn't a trusting man. More often than not trespassers beyond the fence surrounding the land had found themselves with a bullet in the leg or even the forehead. It was understood Malcolm's father ran things this way to protect the household from the outside, where looting, rioting, cannibalism, and worse was taking place. After his father's passing, Malcolm ran things in much the same manner. he loved the servants but drove them hard because it was all he knew. He wouldn't yell or bark like his father, but he wasn't very merciful of laziness either.<br><br>Presently, there was enough food from the last harvest stored away for Malcolm to live off of for quite a while, but it would eventually run out, as would other necessities, and Malcolm knew he couldn't just wait to solve that dilemma when it arrived. It had to be solved now. He gathered a hunting knife, warm clothes, dried fruit, a canteen of water, and some medicine for dressing wounds, then carried his pack upon his back toward the main entrance along a dirt path. It took quite some time to gather the courage to open the latch on that gate, but after doing so, Malcolm realized something at the age of 26.<br><br><em>"Hmph, that was easy,"</em> he sighed, almost disappointed. Secretly he was hoping for an adventure the moment he stepped foot on the outside soil. As he took a few more steps he spotted something several yards off, smack in the middle of the road. It wasn't adventure, but it was something else he was even less prepared for. He hurried toward what he soon discovered was a body, face down in the dirt. He slowed as he approached the person, wondering if they were just asleep, or if it was a trap as he'd heard some cannibal hunter's did. After picking up a long stick and prodding the body---which looked strangely soft, had long hair, and a slender frame like a girl---he decided they must be dead. He stepped closer and grabbed the young thing by the shoulder, turning her on her back to search her for valuables. Something stirred in the pit of his stomach, a kind of warmth, and quickly spread through the rest of his body when he saw the bare chest of the young woman. He'd had younger sisters, but they had never reached the maturity of the woman before him. They unfortunately had been claimed by one plague or another. He'd never seen a woman so beatiful exposed so vulnerably like this. He was a well schooled man, having read several books and practiced many trades from hunting to farming to sewing and tending to minor wounds. However one subject he hadn't the opportunity to ever study before was women.<br><br>Just then he noticed her tight stomach was rising and falling with breath. She was alive. He looked about, up and down the path, and off to either side of the road to assure he wasn't being watched, then knelt down, rubbing her face, attempting to wake her up.<br><br>"Hey," he muttered, "Hey you. Get up," He prodded her, mind swimming with questions about what to do next. His hand wandered away from her face, down her neck and to her right breast, where he rested a thumb just inches from her nipple, and let out a long sigh. He ignored the barbaric thoughts threatening to take over his mind, and opted instead to lift the girl over his shoulder, careful to not ruin the bandage that had been wound around her shoulder. He hoisted her up and began walking back toward the home he'd just left. The heat was getting to him as he'd dressed too warmly in brown animal furs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 06:28:15</strong>
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				Ariel feels someone touching her, hears a soft voice in the distance. She ignores it. She's with her family, their laughing and eating dinner. There are no eaters no, no shortages. Their safe and happy. Life is good....This is good...<br><br>She blinks and she's staring at the dirt road again. It's a different perspective and bounces oddly. She's bouncing...She blinks again and smiles. Her family. This is where she wants to be. But, something tells her this isn't where she should be. She feels drawn to that pain filled, upside down, second world.<br><br>Ariels head shakes. "no. I want to be here." Her hands clench as she blinks again, the bouncing road back. She blinks again trying to go back to her family, then whimpers softly. The worlds in focus now and she remembers everything. She passed out. The eaters must have found her.<br><br>Ariel raises her head, looking around then curses "I hate you! Why the hell did you do this?! We did nothing to you! There's no reason to fucking kill us all! and what kind of sick monster eats humans!" She curses again, hoping to anger the man into killing her quickly
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 06:38:00</strong>
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				When the woman awoke and began screaming, Malcolm nearly dropped her from fright, but managed to keep a hold on her legs. Then she said something that struck a chord with him. He lifted her back over his shoulder to meet her gaze and stared for a while, not hiding the fact that he again grew distracted by her breasts and felt his groin swelling.<br><br>"Eat...humans?" he repeated back to her in a low, quiet voice. He'd never spoken to anyone with a legitimate, credible story about the cannibals. They never seemed to leave any survivors. He gripped her tightly by her soft shoulders, his breathing increasing. He had an unfamiliar hunger of his own welling up inside him that he didn't quite know what to do with yet.<br><br>"You've seen these cannibals?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 06:43:35</strong>
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				Ariel shrieks as he lifts her down then stares at him as he holds her before him. She can feel the strength in her grip and knows its useless to fight. Her eyes look him over quickly, then go back for a slower, lingering look. "wa...wait. You.....your not one? Your not a eater?" Her head cocks, looking in his eyes as she searches for any hint of a lie. <br><br>"but, you have to be. There are only eaters in this area. We were trying to sneak through but you found us...." She shakes her head in confusion "but your not....." The eaters wear rags barely held together and smell horrid! This one is dressed in decent clothes and smells clean 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 20:32:17</strong>
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				Malcolm laughed heartily, "Woman, I have been known to eat from time to time...but never a fellow human being! There's nothing in this area that I'm aware of aside from my father's farm just up the path here," He pointed, indicating a black roof poking above a row of sycamore trees in the distance.<br><br>"Now, assuming you are correct and there are...<em>eaters,</em> nearby, what's say we get you inside and safe, find you some decent clothes..." Malcolm found himself lost in thought for a brief moment as his eyes wandered down the young woman's spotless body once more, "and...then you can tell me all about what happened," he finished the sentence with quite some difficulty, trying not to make his stares obvious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-04-2011, 23:25:01</strong>
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				Ariel shifts, her hand raising to cover her breasts. Her one arm is limp from the pain of the spear wound. "....yea, ok" She says softly, turning towards the farm. He's right, she can see the roof over the trees! This is supposed to be a dead zone, how did he survive?<br><br>"are there others like you? Other survivors?" Ariel blinks, forcing back tears as she walks towards the roof. Her body's sore and aching, each stop thudding like fire through her wounded arm. "whats your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 17:55:46</strong>
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				Malcolm was slightly disappointed when when the girl shielded herself with her arm so he extended an arm, taking her hand uninjured hand in his and leaned forward to kiss it.<br><br>"M'lady it's just me," he gave a soft smile, "My name is Malcolm Tudyk, and that there is my father's farm. We holed up in it just before everything went to hell in a hand basket when I was half as tall as I am now," he began to explain, still holding the girl's hand in his at his side, "When I say we, I mean him, myself and his servants, my mother and sisters..." he began to choke up as he spoke of his family, "They're all gone now. But you're welcome to stay with me as long as you'd like," He grinned and began leading her to the gate, stealing a glance at her perfect body every now and again as they walked, "Now tell me, what is your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A new start</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 00:22:54</strong>
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				She glances up, listening as he guides her towards the farm. "ar...ariel" she whispers softly "My name is Ariel" She gives him a slight, friendly smile "tudyk? That's....an odd last name. How did your father know to hold up? How did he know we'd run out of oil?" She looks around, noting the location of the farm and the thick walls.<br><br>It's a good location. It's a great location really, there's a river, plenty of grazing and lots of timber. It's a perfect location. 
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