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STATUS: So this is what it's like to be in love 6 yrs ago
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So this is what it's like to be in love
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I'm trying to not lose faith in the goodness of people...
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Ghosting, as it called... happens a lot here... it's like being in front of a mansion before a beautiful door that never opens.
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6 yrs ago
So it really was a dream
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6 yrs ago
It turns out that you can only spray so many people down with Febreze before they fire you as a Wal Mart greeter.
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We had a cool story goin, anyways if you're still interested I really did enjoy your style. Maybe we could do something different again?
well I mostly play male characters, but I really love the ''soulmates'' plot. it's right up my alley :D still taking in newcomers?
bumpy lumps my pals
Takin in new comers. :)
Still open?
This rare and momentous occasion couldn't be passed. To release his primal instincts was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
The Aeli have always been cold, calculating and cruel in their business. There were many trades and careers in their society and now, his was of a beast tamer as those of his clan. A gentle wave and the wraith-like clothes receded into his joints and spine. Even, ground and equal elements made for a better spectacle. Lanky though he was, his kind were bioengineered during gestation to be the most efficient corporeal beings amongst all the humanoid races.
Stark naked, the male's glowing fingernails and toes left a streak of light as he burst into a full on sprint. It was not uncommon for gladiatorial battles to spur up the entertainees from time to time. The bigger the spectacle, the more there was to gain.
Unlike the elder races which had become brittle, and physically weak in the eons of time, there was an ancient adoration for the physical form in his culture. Marbled statues, a vast galactic network that idolised the best of their celestial beauty. An envy throughout the stars and feared by many, the Aeli were regarded as supreme. The male breathed silently, pointed ears twitched with a cunning animalistic subtlety in their search for any sounds of the earthling.
An artificial forest made molecule by molecule to resemble the human's natural habitat. He crouched on all fours into a pantheric crawl, sniffing the air and took in her scent. A pale ghost of an almost flowing form, the Alien reached the artificial wall and traced his fingertips over the smudges of obvious contact and collision. It was then he noticed, warm to the touch, blood soaked by his own feet. It was red… with high oxygen content which only meant-
Breathing.
Ever so softly and purposely hushed, the dotted speckled trail of crimson his senses found told him all he needed to know. The male became enraged as his eyes turned to the trees. Subtle, but an all telling demise, he sprung from the ground and rushed up the trunk into the inner limbs of the single tree. As he climbed, he made no attempt to hide his oncoming rush up the trunk.
Blood dripped into his pale skin, she was there, curled and unbalanced.. bleeding. He appeared before the woman and grasped the soles of her feet tightly. Red life-giving blood was a trait of those few heavenly species who transcended above the rest. But this.. lesser and inferior being possessing such blood.
How insulting.
His eyes only concerned over her wounds as there was now a new and more grave predicament.
Earthers were an elder race.
But how? Such a young species.. it was, unheard of.
Golden orbs only displayed furry and sickness, if the crowd were to witness..
No, they demanded a grand show of submission yet now there could be no more entertainment. He spoke, "must clean." As his hands wiped away her wounded feet.
The Aeli have always been cold, calculating and cruel in their business. There were many trades and careers in their society and now, his was of a beast tamer as those of his clan. A gentle wave and the wraith-like clothes receded into his joints and spine. Even, ground and equal elements made for a better spectacle. Lanky though he was, his kind were bioengineered during gestation to be the most efficient corporeal beings amongst all the humanoid races.
Stark naked, the male's glowing fingernails and toes left a streak of light as he burst into a full on sprint. It was not uncommon for gladiatorial battles to spur up the entertainees from time to time. The bigger the spectacle, the more there was to gain.
Unlike the elder races which had become brittle, and physically weak in the eons of time, there was an ancient adoration for the physical form in his culture. Marbled statues, a vast galactic network that idolised the best of their celestial beauty. An envy throughout the stars and feared by many, the Aeli were regarded as supreme. The male breathed silently, pointed ears twitched with a cunning animalistic subtlety in their search for any sounds of the earthling.
An artificial forest made molecule by molecule to resemble the human's natural habitat. He crouched on all fours into a pantheric crawl, sniffing the air and took in her scent. A pale ghost of an almost flowing form, the Alien reached the artificial wall and traced his fingertips over the smudges of obvious contact and collision. It was then he noticed, warm to the touch, blood soaked by his own feet. It was red… with high oxygen content which only meant-
Breathing.
Ever so softly and purposely hushed, the dotted speckled trail of crimson his senses found told him all he needed to know. The male became enraged as his eyes turned to the trees. Subtle, but an all telling demise, he sprung from the ground and rushed up the trunk into the inner limbs of the single tree. As he climbed, he made no attempt to hide his oncoming rush up the trunk.
Blood dripped into his pale skin, she was there, curled and unbalanced.. bleeding. He appeared before the woman and grasped the soles of her feet tightly. Red life-giving blood was a trait of those few heavenly species who transcended above the rest. But this.. lesser and inferior being possessing such blood.
How insulting.
His eyes only concerned over her wounds as there was now a new and more grave predicament.
Earthers were an elder race.
But how? Such a young species.. it was, unheard of.
Golden orbs only displayed furry and sickness, if the crowd were to witness..
No, they demanded a grand show of submission yet now there could be no more entertainment. He spoke, "must clean." As his hands wiped away her wounded feet.
A numb pleasure came to him.
Unexpected and beyond the class of demeanor that one of his species should carry. What was this new sensation that coursed through his being? Ecstasy. The male had to contain the rapture of that awoke to free itself from within. Still facing the direction in which the woman's hand had left him in, the loud outcries of the excited onlookers swarmed into the massive room.
His clan since eons of old, were bounty claimers, trophy hunters and renown tamers. For a race superior such as his, taboo laws prevented him from behaving like the prey he now sought. It was ironic, only in his position could he be allowed certain social 'behaviors' normally beneath the expected standard. Like his father before him, had tamed the wildest beasts from the most dangerous and remote corners of the galaxy, he was now to pacify and dominate a human.
These barbaric races were known for their indomitable prowess and now this female had to prove it. Like a massive coliseum cheering for blood, he was now expected to force the lesser being into submission.
The male Aeli fixed his clothes and began to pace the trail into a sprint. His motion was like an eel flowing through water, his fingers and mouth crackled like snapping arcs electrifying the surrounding air. The garden the earthling was allowed was big, but she could not hide forever.
Unexpected and beyond the class of demeanor that one of his species should carry. What was this new sensation that coursed through his being? Ecstasy. The male had to contain the rapture of that awoke to free itself from within. Still facing the direction in which the woman's hand had left him in, the loud outcries of the excited onlookers swarmed into the massive room.
His clan since eons of old, were bounty claimers, trophy hunters and renown tamers. For a race superior such as his, taboo laws prevented him from behaving like the prey he now sought. It was ironic, only in his position could he be allowed certain social 'behaviors' normally beneath the expected standard. Like his father before him, had tamed the wildest beasts from the most dangerous and remote corners of the galaxy, he was now to pacify and dominate a human.
These barbaric races were known for their indomitable prowess and now this female had to prove it. Like a massive coliseum cheering for blood, he was now expected to force the lesser being into submission.
The male Aeli fixed his clothes and began to pace the trail into a sprint. His motion was like an eel flowing through water, his fingers and mouth crackled like snapping arcs electrifying the surrounding air. The garden the earthling was allowed was big, but she could not hide forever.
What does an animal need with clothes?
She now stood before him as though they were equals. Begging. His face returned to a stoic expression. The male gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes of golden hue locked on to hers. Silence.
There was much information shared between the two beings in that moment. She, waiting for a response, and He, ready to answer. The contact was subtle, his skin on hers felt as though she was one of his own, so similar and yet.. No, there were no similarities. The female was just a simple lifeform incapable of the simplest commands he'd given. How naive he had been, against his better judgment he failed to realize the incompetence of the earthling. Her exposed nudity didn't even register, from his perspective there was an ocean of a difference in their shared likeness.
Humanoidal bodies were common in the galaxy, hers was nothing special. The Aeli as a race were considered gods among the lesser beings. There was a mental barrier however. No matter how close the puny species resembled his own, they did not merit the same level of respect. There were simple animals that had somehow learned to build mud huts and invent a rudimentary speech. His fingers traced her bare shoulders softly and took their time sliding down to lay upon her waist. He pulled her close and smiled.
A loud crack escaped his lips as he parted them, lightening danced inside his mouth as his palms emanated a shock through her body. He held on to her by her sides as he administered a disciplinary jolt. His eyes said it all, He was a tamer by trade and she just another prize. The crowd cheered in alien jeers and jubilence. They exalted the torture that was and even more the pain to come.
She now stood before him as though they were equals. Begging. His face returned to a stoic expression. The male gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes of golden hue locked on to hers. Silence.
There was much information shared between the two beings in that moment. She, waiting for a response, and He, ready to answer. The contact was subtle, his skin on hers felt as though she was one of his own, so similar and yet.. No, there were no similarities. The female was just a simple lifeform incapable of the simplest commands he'd given. How naive he had been, against his better judgment he failed to realize the incompetence of the earthling. Her exposed nudity didn't even register, from his perspective there was an ocean of a difference in their shared likeness.
Humanoidal bodies were common in the galaxy, hers was nothing special. The Aeli as a race were considered gods among the lesser beings. There was a mental barrier however. No matter how close the puny species resembled his own, they did not merit the same level of respect. There were simple animals that had somehow learned to build mud huts and invent a rudimentary speech. His fingers traced her bare shoulders softly and took their time sliding down to lay upon her waist. He pulled her close and smiled.
A loud crack escaped his lips as he parted them, lightening danced inside his mouth as his palms emanated a shock through her body. He held on to her by her sides as he administered a disciplinary jolt. His eyes said it all, He was a tamer by trade and she just another prize. The crowd cheered in alien jeers and jubilence. They exalted the torture that was and even more the pain to come.
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