Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35 
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 21:14:30 GMT -8
"Oh no, I'm not afraid of you," Syros replied to her, after waiting for her to finish buying the room and then ascend the stairs. He followed behind her, his eyes having no choice but to be level with a certain rear element of the woman in front of him. He audibly gulped, then continued. "It's just that.. I've never slept in a bed with someone before, much less a woman like you."
Oh boy... He didn't want to be awkward, yet had no choice. He liked her, but the problem was that she clearly liked him back. And she liked him a lot.. And was rather forward about what she had in mind; it was obvious, even if she didn't specifically tell him what she wanted him for. He couldn't hope to please a woman like her... An experienced, beautiful woman. There was a slight blush in his cheeks again, but he simply hid it by looking at the ground as he followed her all the way to their room door.
"I... Do know what you want, you know. You want me to take my clothes off and do.. Things to you. But I'm not someone who knows about those things, I'm just a wanderer. I don't know how to make you.. Happy in that way."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143 
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 21:33:19 GMT -8
Hearing him say that he wasn't afraid of her was a balm to Feru's wounded pride, but she had to wonder.. why was he resisting her advances? He didn't seem angry about it, just.. confused, maybe? Oh damn, did he have a girlfriend somewhere? That was the one line Feru wouldn't cross. Having unlocked the door and pocketed the key, she stopped and turned to face him when he finally explained. Her gaze softened, and without saying a word, she fumbled with the doorknob until she got the door open, then stuck her hand inside long enough to prop Meatwhacker against the wall just inside the doorway.
"Syros..." It wasn't often that Feru actually used peoples names; she tended to go with nicknames, because it kept people at a distance. But he was just.. so oddly sweet. Perhaps it was the fact that he had no shame confessing he was completely clueless. Her hand raised, fingertips lightly trailing across his cheek and jaw, before that gauntlet-clad appendage slid around to curl gently across the back of his neck. "..I don't give a damn about that. Everyone's got to have a first time. I'd be honored if you'd let me be yours." She rose up on her toes, bringing her lips within a hairsbreadth of his, and whispered as she peered up at him through her lashes. "..So whaddya say..?"
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 21, 2016 21:46:37 GMT -8
The fact that Feru's reaction to his confession of innocence was so sincere made Syros feel a thump in his chest that almost hurt, but it soon slid away as she wound her arm around his neck and pushed her lips to hers. He didn't kiss her. Yet it wasn't because he was nervous, or had no clue of what he should do... This was something else. Something new and different. Her openness and her words about how honoured she would feel to be with him made the adorable fear of physical intimacy drain from him and soon he found himself feeling rather... Mischievous indeed.
"What do I say?" He asked, pushing her into the room, then closing the door behind him. "I say I want to see you bent over on that bed without those clothes on." Suddenly he grinned a little, then kissed her and gently pushed her away towards it. "You're right. Everyone's got to have a first time. I just hope you can handle mine... Because I'm not someone who tires easily."
Was he feeling... Lust? It wasn't the first time, but it had never been that strong before. Soon, he was undressing.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 21, 2016 22:02:25 GMT -8
Feru absolutely did not anticipate being pushed backward into the room. Or being kissed. Or his words. Her stomach flipped excitedly, and her pulse sped up as she gazed at him. Then she purred as she hastily began to disrobe. "Oh, now we're talkin'. I musta done somethin' good to earn this..."
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The sun had set, casting a room that was far from restful into night. Now that glowing orb had risen again, and a shaft of light managed to pierce the gloom of the forest canopy, slanting right through the room's lone window and landing on Feru's sleeping face. She groaned and stretched languidly, reveling in the pleasant soreness that pervaded her frame, before she rolled over. Right into a warm body. For a second, she was confused, mostly due to the fact that she wasn't fully awake yet. Then memory trickled back, and she grinned, nestling into the form beside hers with a satisfied purr.
Nuzzling her head onto his shoulder, she opened her eyes and peered upward to see if Syros was awake. He hadn't been kidding when he said he didn't tire easily... It had been a very long night, but not one Feru would trade for anything. Whether or not he was awake, she shifted slightly, draping her arm across his body and tracing idle patterns on his bicep with her fingertips. "Syros.. we should prob'ly get up, ya know..." Much as she wanted to stay right there in bed with him, she needed to get back to Bayonne, pick up her reward for the job, and check on her base to make sure it was still standing. There was no telling, when you left a Gnome in charge.
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 22, 2016 1:40:26 GMT -8
Syros hadn't woken until he felt Feru's body touch his own and gave a low-volume, tired groan as one hand slid up to touch the one she had draped across his body and his other slid under her back to pull her closer. His eyes opened sleepily, then gazed down upon the adorable face that had been nuzzling into his shoulder. He went slightly red for a moment, but this soon began to fade; he had no need to be embarrassed after what they had done the previous night.
"Mm... I'd rather stay here with you, but I think you're right."
He went quiet a moment, not too keen on actually putting action behind his words just yet. He was so comfortable, so warm and satisfied in the presence of his new and first lover. He would quite happily have stayed like that all day if he could. Eventually, he turned his head down and playfully brushed his nose against hers.
"Feru, I've been thinking. I would not trade anything for the night we shared last night, and I dreamt about us after it ended. I want to come with you to your home.. And stay with you as your lover. It's true that you were my first woman, but there's also something else about you that I can't quite put my finger on... I just like being around you. I want to share your bed every night, I want to be your companion... I want us to be together.. As a couple."
Slowly, he sat up against the pillows and yawned. "Maybe it won't work out in the end, but we won't know unless we try. And I want to try very much."
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 22, 2016 10:57:31 GMT -8
Those green eyes lit with desire at his words, and she breathed a soft, purring chuckle before speaking. "Trust me, I'd like nothin' more than to stay right here. But I need to make sure my base is still standin'. Gnomes have a tendency to blow things up." Her tail swished lazily below the covers, and she was just about to roll over and exit the bed when he touched noses with her, drawing a puzzled blink from the woman. Then he began to speak. With every word that came from him, she grew more tense, her eyes more wide. When he moved to sit up, she pulled away from him and shifted until she was sitting with her legs curled beneath her, completely uncaring of her nudity when the sheet pooled around her hips.
"..Woah, wait a second, lemme just.. get this straight. You.. you want a.. relationship? With me? No sleepin' with other people.. sharin' a bed.. livin' together..? With.. feelings and stuff?" Her tail fluffed as she shuddered at the word 'feelings'. Feru didn't do all that domestic shit. She never had. She'd always been the love-'em-and-leave-'em type. Rarely did she ever sleep with the same person more than once, and the last time she'd done that had been when she was actively traveling with the person in question. Sliding hastily out of the bed before he could reach for her, she began to gather her clothes and yank them on, her tail lashing wildly behind her.
"Listen, last night was great. Best time I've ever had. But.." Suddenly, she stopped, with her leggings on and her shirt in her hands, staring at the wall. She had been hit with the abrupt realization that she hadn't been upset by his words; she felt no panic, no anger, no disgust. Just.. fear. Fear of the unknown. Uncertainty if she could even be in a relationship like that. To change her ways? To become a one man kind of cat-woman, even just temporarily? She turned toward him, her emotions easily visible on her face as she clutched the shirt anxiously against her chest. "..I don't do relationships. I never have. But.. but I'm.. I'm willin' to try. With you." She looked so unsure of herself, shuffling her feet as her ears flicked and swiveled.
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Syros
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Physical Description: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.
Registered: Feb 18, 2016 19:07:00 GMT -8
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Post by Syros on Feb 22, 2016 18:27:13 GMT -8
Syros listened to her, choosing to hide any reaction he had until she had finally finished her reply. She was willing to try? That made him smile, a huge relief sweeping over him after worrying so much that she might turn him down or get angry at him. Slowly, just as unconcerned about his nudity as she was, he pulled the covers away from his form and then slid his legs from the end of the bed and stood. He groaned, his shoulders popping a little as he raised his hands up above his head ad gave a loud yawn.
"We can take it slow, don't worry. I do want to sleep with you again though... Share a bed with you at night. But you're right, we shouldn't do that now if we must return to your home with haste," he explained, then slowly took his items of clothing and re-dressed himself for the journey ahead.
"I'm ready to go whenever you are."
He turned to look at her, his eyes tasting her own, then the face in which they sat and the body he had enjoyed only hours before. He stepped in, then rather suddenly wrapped his arms around her in a big hug. He held it for a few seconds, his head over her shoulder and his chest pressed into her face, before releasing and stepping back.
"Let's go," he said, making his way out of the room.
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Feru din Narith
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Age: 31
Physical Description: At slightly-above-average, Feru is a sturdy 5'7" and lightly muscular. For the most part, she is a normal-looking girl, with lightly-tanned skin, brown hair that falls to mid-thigh, and jade green eyes. Oh, did I mention the cat ears and fluffy cat tail? Yes. Those should probably be noted.
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Clothes and Equipment: Habitually, Feru wears a layered outfit mostly comprised of white and grey with shades of purple, and golden accents. A short darkish-purple skirt covers her from hips to upper-thighs, with greyish leggings covering the remainder of her long legs. Atop that rests a light purple vest with dark purple piping and buttons, secured by a grey belt around her waist. Beneath the vest is a short-sleeved shirt in shades of grey and gold piping, with a high collar that comes just beneath her chin. Over the vest is a long, sleeveless coat with a white fur collar, separated at the sides for ease of movement. Completing the look are gauntlets and boots in grey, with gold accents. Ever at her side is the over-sized, long-handled sword that she has affectionately dubbed "Meatwhacker", because of the sound it makes when hitting a fleshy creature.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 11:07:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feru din Narith on Feb 22, 2016 18:47:57 GMT -8
Seeing him smile, Feru relaxed slightly and managed to offer a smile of her own, before finishing pulling on her clothes. She was humming off-key as she put on layer after layer, buckling and knotting where needed. "Slow is good. I like slow when I don't know what I'm doin'." She bit her lip, pulling her hair out from under her coat before she cast a nervous glance at him. "..I'm not gonna be able to stop flirtin' with everyone immediately. Just.. don't get mad at me, while I learn how to not do that, okay?"
When their eyes met, Feru managed a hesitant smile, then blinked as he closed the space between them. His arms around her was surprising, at first, and she stiffened.. but then her arms slowly curled around him as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He smelled good, and she began to purr, reveling in the moment. She mrowrr'd in protest when he pulled away, then shook herself as her hands swept across her ears, before she grinned up at him. "Yep!" Bouncing after him, she grabbed Meatwhacker on the way, and pranced down the stairs, through the common room, and out the door.
Taking a deep breath of the forest air, Feru released it on a contented sigh. "Alright! Back to Bayonne." She glanced at Syros as she started down the steps toward the road, and couldn't help a goofy half-smile. Man. The girls were gonna be so surprised when they saw she went out to do a job.. and came back with a sexy man. She chuckled. Mercenary life was good!
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