Evolved: IC Origin Stories
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				Title: <strong>Evolved: IC Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 23:02:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Evolved: IC Origin Stories Thread</span></span></strong><br><br>(https://ageekgirlsguide.files.wordpress.com/2016/07/origin-story.jpg?w=1075)</div><br>Because who doesn't love a good origin story? This thread is for events happening before the current IC events. Specify the when, where and who in the header!<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]https://placehold.it/150x200[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]City | Date | Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Game Threads:</strong></span><br><br><strong>Out of Character</strong><br><br>Interest Check (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255210.0)<br>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254148.0)<br>Character Sheet Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.0)<br>Storyboard Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254150.0)<br><br><strong>In Character</strong><br><br>North America (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254151.0)<br>Rest of the World (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254152.0)<br>In Character Communications (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254154.0)<br>Smut (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254153.0)<br>GM Events (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254156.0)<br>World Media (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254157.0)<br>Origin Stories (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254155.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved: IC Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>25-08-2016, 02:18:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/38/35/a3/3835a3fd158d1b8cfe9a89cef21d0ee2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12560335#msg12560335)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco / August 3rd / Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Eva Bellamy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12567233#msg12567233)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Canine Woes<br><hr>The city was in that kind of lull of the day, when most of the people that were working would be at work, and everything else was just so... quiet. Peaceful really. Sure, there were the sounds of the world spinning around them still, but at the beach, the world seemed to fade away in view of the magnificent beach, the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand and the gorgeous view of the bay. It gave a sense of freedom to a man who had little else to his name, and hadn't even had freedom for a portion of his life. Like the rest of the city, the beach was all but deserted at this time, with a few joggers running in the sand, a couple of families making a day of their visit, some street artists plying their trade in the down hours of the day. Soon, the traffic would pick up, as people started to find their ways to the various leisure points nearby, but for the moment, the world was empty but for two beings, and they were having a great time.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://f.tqn.com/y/dogs/1/S/p/-/0/-/mix-Abigail-Kayleigh.jpg)</div>Vallie wasn't the going to be winning any prizes for beauty. Her fur was straddling a light gold and white, thick, but short too. She stood as tall as maybe Alexei's knees, with her hind-quarters a bit lower than her front, making her look like a short, albino German Shepherd. With warm, intelligent brown eyes and one ear standing at attention while the other flopped comically to the side, she looked like she was constantly tilting her head and asking an unspoken question. As of right now, she had enough sand in her fur to warrant a bath later on, and had her fangs wrapped around a tennis ball that she had grown attached to. Usually she would be chewing on the poor discolored thing, growling playfully each time he tried to pry it from her mouth, but for today, she was letting him throw it for her. First dropping it on the sand in front of him, looking from the ball to him, knowing that Alexei would pick it up. When he tossed it, she would take off so fast that she would spray him with sand on her way to catch the ball, and she would happily trot back and drop the ball in front of him again.<br><br>In a world where everyone either wanted something from him or wanted him dead or in prison, she was all he had, and he was all she had too. She was his, and he was hers, and that was enough for the both of them.<br><br>Each time she took off and came back, he could almost see a grin on her face and he laughed. Reasons for laughing came few and far between in his life, and the fun that he had spending time with Vallie was one of them, and he enjoyed it to the full, and he could almost tell that she was enjoying it with him. Alexei picked the ball up from the sand, trying to brush the grains off of it, a pointless gesture he knew, but he kept trying anyways, with Vallie tilting her head at him, the floppy right ear dangling underneath as she studied him. She never barked, not in all the time that they had been together, a low whine made him chuckle and, once again give up on cleaning the damn thing. He aimed for a spot on the beach that didn't have any inhabitants that Vallie would no doubt trample, tackle and trip in order to get to her ball, and with a flick of his powerful arm, he sent it a good distance away, with the mutt spinning a full 180 and sprinting at full speed in the direction of the ball.<br><br>He watched her as she closed on the ball, which hit a rough patch of sand and bounced unpredictably high. She bounced right after it, coming in a bit too low and passing the ball by entirely. Vallie managed a half flip, landing on her back and quickly regaining her feet to go after the elusive sphere once more, this time pouncing accurately and catching it with a snap of her jaw. And she trotted back at him, looking at him like," Did you see that?"<br><br>Suddenly, she stopped. In midstep too, her paw raised to take another step that just wasn't coming. The ball dropped from between her teeth as she peered to the left, her right ear perking up as the left dropped down. Alexei looked at her, trying the discern what was causing this interruption of their time together when suddenly, abandoning the ball entirely, she took off sprinting to her left, his right, over to where a pier was overlooking the water.<br><br>"Vallie!" Alexei called after her, but she was long gone. Cursing softly in Russian, he jogged over to where she'd dropped her ball and then took off after her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Evolved: IC Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undine</strong> on <strong>29-08-2016, 07:45:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/dreadlock-hairstyles/red-dreads.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eva Bellamy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12567233#msg12567233)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco / August 3rd / Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12560335#msg12560335)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting his Wing Man<br><hr>No matter what Alexei might imagine, their little corner of the world was not truly empty but for him and Vallei - not completely, at least.&nbsp; A lithe figure remained no more than half a football field away, silent and well-hidden from sight - though only the silent part was entirely intentional.&nbsp; After all, shade was the friend of all redheads, even those who unabashedly adored the sea and still wore a thick layer of SPF 75 on days <em>just</em> like today.&nbsp; Eva still rested on a towel in the sands - granted, one she'd 'liberated' from a local Holiday Inn once upon a time.&nbsp; The thick lengths of her fiery dreads were bound into a grand, loosely wrapped bun at the nape of her neck, her hands snaked behind her head and fingers twined to complete the feel of a pillow on the otherwise soft sands.&nbsp; She wore only a pale green cotton sundress and her underwear this day, still lazily undecided if she'd be headed out for a swim, and unable to 'liberate' a bathing suit with the same ease she'd done her 'beach towel.'<br><br>One slender, elegantly arched foot lay lightly over the other ankle, swaying in a slow, leisurely rhythm as if to some music only she could hear.&nbsp; Blue eyes so pale they were nearly grey peered up to the slats of the pier overhead, viewing but not really seeing the rather dull sight of the boards and trusses and posts that comprised the structure.&nbsp; Eva was here for the sea - her beloved, teaming sea, humming with the symphony of life only she could hear, from the small chirruping, clicking and cheeping notes of vast swaths of ever-swimming krill to the far distant bellows of the great whales beyond the horizons.&nbsp; This was the peace Eva desperately needed if she were to cling to her newly-won gains in the world of humanity.&nbsp; She did not flee to the desolate places anymore.&nbsp; Though she could still feel the rising bile of panic in the back of her throat whenever she entered the center of a large urban center, she could force it back now, breathe through her terror and not face another two days of lying someplace dark and silent, nursing the agony of her migraines.&nbsp; Eva even had her own room in a local hotel, paid for by the week through her daily collection of odd jobs, cleaning an office here, pet-sitting and dog walking there.&nbsp; <br><br>She was learning, bit by bit, day by day, to control the 'gift' she'd been given, and not let it control her.&nbsp; These small steps had been years in the making, even if not a single other soul in the world understood just how far she'd come, or how hard she'd fought, for every last one of these oh-so-small and humble victories.<br><br>Eva sighed contentedly, suddenly sensing a similar note nearby - one invariably familiar, and welcome, and distinctly canine.&nbsp; By this time she did not even think of what came to her as naturally as breathing, a tendril of her thoughts traveling over the sands to lightly whisper a greeting to a near-wolf.&nbsp; She certainly never meant to call the dog to her, but the ever-playful creature seemed to have designs all her very own this day.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned her head in the direction she sensed the dog approaching, squinting over the sands to make out the golden-white form hurtling toward her in the sands.&nbsp; Eva laughed, just a little incredulous as she sat up on her towel, amazed at the exuberance, very nearly palpable the closer she came.&nbsp; The young woman grinned as she sat up, cross-legged on her towel and arms wide open to happily greet the panting, wiggling bundle of happy dog into her lap - or at least as much of her as her lap could actually hold.&nbsp; Claws might have scraped against the bare, pelt-less human skin of Eva's thighs and calves, leaving long red, bloodless welts behind.&nbsp; And more than once a powerful, swishing tale <em>thumped</em> into her arm and shoulder, but she really did not mind.&nbsp; The dog's undiluted joy was contagious, drowning out most anything but her desire for Eva to... To... <br><br>The young woman frowned, not entirely sure she was hearing the little dog right.&nbsp; Big brown eyes peered up to her, the most endearing expression on her maw, long pink tongue lolling, one floppy ear cocked to one side, the other perked up high and all but quivering in her excitement.&nbsp; The dog was obviously well-fed, much-loved and tended - someone somewhere adored her dearly.&nbsp; She had a pack, of course, but she was nigh insistent that Eva come... Come <em>meet</em> her pack?&nbsp; Her pack of one... <br><br>The young woman did not understand, but she stood to her bare feet anyway, pale eyes scanning the long, lonely lengths of beach until - <br><br>- <em>Oh dear God have mercy...</em> <br><br>If this happy, bright golden dog were not glued at her side this instant, Eva might have melted into the shadows at her first sight of the dog's human running full barrel in their direction.&nbsp; He was a tall man - <em>very</em> tall, even to Eva.&nbsp; Wide too, well-muscled, with old tattoos scattered wherever she could see bare skin, the closer he came.&nbsp; 'Intimidating' might be the understatement of the century.&nbsp; Eva glanced down to the dog at her side, closing her eyes for a moment to block out sight entirely, concentrating only on the canine's emotions and perceptions.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly she knew this man in ways he could not have begun to imagine possible - all the ways in which his Vallie knew him:&nbsp; the vast array of his scents, his body washed and unwashed, swathed in strange chemicals after he let the running water wash away all his good, rich aromas down the drain; the heady perfume of his un-booted socks at the end of the day; the tasty table scraps he shared without fail; the feel of his strong, knowing hand gently scritching at the itchy spots all along her pelt; the musk of the semen he ejaculated, even when there did not seem to be any mate in sight... <br><br>Eva cringed, shuddering at that last shared sensation.&nbsp; That last one might have been a step too far there, but dogs really didn't have much in way of filters - one always had to tread carefully with them.&nbsp; Still, whoever this terrifying mountain of a man might be?&nbsp; There was far more to him than met her eyes - his dog promised as much, after all!&nbsp; <em>She</em> did not fear him in the least, and the closer he came?&nbsp; The young woman realized there was a certain rugged, even ragged attraction about the man.&nbsp; Still, Eva licked her suddenly dry lips nervously, peering down to the happy, wiggling bundle of canine joy at her side who would not leave her be now, stubborn and single-minded beyond all reason, until she'd gotten her way.&nbsp; Another long, steadying breath, and Eva stepped from beneath the pier.<br><br>Despite the naturally red hair, Eva was not one of the innumerable gingers who sported freckles.&nbsp; Instead her ivory skin all but shimmered in the sunlight, from the soft slope of her shoulders beneath the spaghetti straps of her dress to the smooth mid-thighs and slender calves that carried her from beneath the relative shelter of the pier's shade.&nbsp; The dog walked at her side - for a time at least - as if Eva were a member of her pack all along.&nbsp; She lifted her hand to wave to the man, as much a gesture to catch his attention as anything like 'friendly.'&nbsp; <br><br>The dog wriggled happily, tail swishing mightily to-and-fro, as she seemed to peer up expectantly to her human.&nbsp; "Hi," Eva began lamely, clearing her throat swiftly before continuing on, one long hand sweeping downward in a gesture to encompass the dog beside her.&nbsp; "She uh... She belongs with you, doesn't she?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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