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1. 

   Maeglin Velde
   Member

   ~ Dropping some Eaves ~

   Achiacus
   yawns as his eyes flutter open and he smacks at his lips. Not far off, he can hear the sounds of the crashing surf against the cliffs from his resting place among the underbrush. He leans up on one elbow and glances down at his thick erection with a smile. Reaching one hand around, he flicks at it with a finger and watches it bob back and forth as he raises his gaze to look out over the surrounding terrain. This place was new to him and he was eager to explore. Surely, there were people in these parts. And, where there was people, there was wine to be purloined and thighs to be spread. Chuckling to himself, he gathers his hooved feet beneath him and rises to his full height with another yawn. A satyr's life was simple...and he was the consummate satyr.

   Achiacus
   scampers down the hillside and runs full-speed across the open plain. He saw only minimal signs of civilization...a keep on the hill, a quaint inn, a small village in the distance. No, he was looking for more than that...clustered masses of humanity were his thing. Chuckling to himself at the mental image, he soon comes across a cobblestone road that leads away from the rural area and he dances up upon it before skipping down its length, his hooves clip-clopping on the stones. Soon, he sees it up ahead...a teeming and sprawling city nestled within the darkness of the night. A broad smile crosses his features and he reaches up to be certain no foliage is hanging from his horns, thus marring any first impression. With a glance and a wink down at his furry crotch, he slows his pace and darts from one area of cover to another. He always liked to watch them first...to find just the right one to play with. And, a city always provided so many wonderful options. Scratching at his groin, he sneaks closer.

   Achiacus
   scampers down a flight of stairs that seems to lead into the depths of a village consisting of some tightly-bunched houses. Tip-hooving over to the nearest one, he flattens his back against the wall and blends into the shadows, raising one hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle. Brushing the hair from the side of his head, he places one pointed ear up against the wall and listens intently, stretching out his perceptions and using a bit of magic in the process to see if anyone is inside...preferably female. Though, in truth, so long as they had functioning parts, that was all that was required. Surely there must be someone about. His tail wiggles in anticipation and a drop of pre-cum dribbles down from his cock to spatter on the stones below. Frowning, he slaps his erection and shakes one finger, scolding it for getting a bit ahead of the game.

   Alexander Lowenhart
   slowly puts a step to the woman and brings a finger back to his chin..."Milady...what do you think of the Thames-side? A quiet place along the Thames..." and he chuckles lightly as he drops his hands to his side again.

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   "I like it all Alexander. Once again, why do you ask?" She shakes her head and laughs. "What am I going to do with you? I cannot even be irritated with you when you have no idea what is going on in the rest of the world."

   Achiacus
   leans back further away from the wall. There were voices from inside and his magical perceptions had detected the presence of two individuals in the vicinity. He could tell that one voice was male and the other was female. He was definitely not averse to threesomes and almost claps his hands together in joy. Threesomes were sooo much fun. Still, he'd have to be cautious. Some males had a tendency to get a bit touchy about others seeing their tackle in action. Shaking his head, he snorts quietly in derision of the prudes. The voices seemed to be coming from somewhere above and he spies a balcony. Glancing around a corner, he makes note of the flight of stairs that lead up to it and, with stealth borne from years of surprising young maidens, he sneaks around to it and begins to make his way up the steps, reaching down to give his erection a friendly shake and almost bursting in laughter. He does his best to keep to the shadows.

   Alexander Lowenhart
   arches an eyebrow. "Why I ask? Isn't that obvious?" and he chuckles lightly..."If you have a moment..." and then he shakes his head. "No...no...nevermind..." and he chuckles lightly again. "I live my life...there are rotten corpses outside; there are murders and murders...Do you think I wish to know what goes on?" and he eyes his cane on the sofa for a moment before turning back to the woman.

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   feels a prickling sensation from the runes just under Ophelia's skin. She looks around for whatever danger they warn of but is very distracted by Alexander at the moment. "If moving is an option, I would not be adverse to it. You were out last week when one of the undead got a hold on me. I had to go to the hospital."

   Alexander Lowenhart
   arches an eyebrow as the woman looks around and ticks the air with a finger, like he is counting...tap, tap, tap, tap. Suddenly, he snaps away from his concentration and looks concerned at the woman. "Oh my, milady...hope...you feel better now? Is there anything I can do to help?"

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   raises her hands in frustration again then lets them drop. "Alexander, that is the least of what has happened. My arm is fine now. You did not even notice I was missing for 3 days?" She scratches her belly where a rune is positively burning, knowing it would be visible if she were disrobed.

   Alexander Lowenhart
   shakes his head. "Missing? Would that be the right word? You have your life, milady. Perhaps you've found a handsome chap whom you -do- want...to be with in...certain ways. Who am I to seek you, to check on you?"

   Achiacus
   makes it to the top of the stairs and crouches down, flattening himself up against the wall. The voices were continuing to speak inside and he frowns as he hears no moaning or groaning. He sticks out his tongue in the dark...nothing more than idle chit-chat. By nature's navel, why did these mortals spend so much time talking when they could be rolling around in bliss? Noticing several windows on the balcony but no apparent door, he creeps up to one of them as quietly as he can and peers up over the edge, attempting to see what was inside. To no avail...the curtains were closed as tightly as a nun's thighs. He'd never see anything in there this way. For now, he resolves only to listen...maybe their pheromones would get the better of them and they'd start copulating. If that happened, that would be his moment. He'd phase through the wall in all his glory and join in the fun. Reveling in the image for a moment, he lets out a sigh that is more of a snort, then claps his hands over his mouth, giggling.

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   stands there, mouth open in disbelief. "Alexander, when I say I was missing I mean from myself as well...did you hear something?" All of her runes are now burning, rising to the surface. She walks over to the aquarium to listen...

   Alexander Lowenhart
   shakes his head "I did not hear a thing, milady..." and he gives a shrug "How do I know when you are missing, or when you are just not around? I do not have slaves, spies...keeping an eye on you all the time milady." and he pauses a moment, thoughtful..."Do you wish me to keep an eye on you?"

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   "Yes, or no...I don't know. I am not safe right now."

   Alexander Lowenhart
   taps again in the air with his finger, this time his hand is alongside his body. He moves to the sofa to pick up his cane and looks at it. Walking back to Ophelia he gently pokes her a bit in her back...gentle..."What...do you mean, milady?" he asks from behind her.

   Achiacus
   can hear footsteps coming closer on the other side of the window. Damn it all...someone heard that snort. With his hands still clamped over his mouth, he bites down on his fingers and tries to keep from bursting out in laughter, his body shaking with the effort of the constrained chuckles. A tear forms in one eye and trickles down his cheek. The raised adrenaline from this whole incident was only serving to make him hornier...a feat unto itself as such was almost always at a consistent high. Believing himself to have gotten control of the laughter for the moment, he reaches down and grabs ahold of his cock, squeezing it tightly. He just couldn't help himself. The serious tone of the conversation inside was a stark counterpoint to what was going on out on the balcony. He loved the contrast, something which only excited him more. One hand on his mouth and the other on his erection, he continues to listen while...entertaining...himself.

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   whirls around trying to keep up with Alexander while paying attention to her guardians who run rampant over the room. A breeze blows through the room and the water in the aquarium bubbles nearly over the top. The temperature drops markedly.

   Alexander Lowenhart
   notices that the temperature drops in the room and narrows his eyes, looking at Ophelia..."Are we going to play, milady?" he asks playfully; fully aware of what she had told him 'ages' ago. "Wish to see...if the apparatus upstairs will do better than..." and he didn't comment further. She would know what he means.

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   backs away from the stairs putting Alexander between herself and them so she will have time to cast. She puts a hand on his shoulder. "I know you detest and mistrust magic but it is the only form of defense I have." She looks pointedly at his cane.

   Alexander Lowenhart
   widens both eyes and...shakes his head. "Seen a fly?" he jokes around; not knowing what the woman is actually doing and breathes out a deep sigh.

   Achiacus
   pops his eyes open from where they were squeezed shut and pauses in his endeavors. His pointed ears perk up on either side of his head as he makes out the sound of footsteps in the alley below. Damn it all...he hated interruptions. Shaking his head, he again places his head close to the rim of the window and then begins to speak, loud enough for those inside to hear. "You, young man, are far too smart...you talk and bray to win her heart...just grab some tits and drop her fast...and then you'll get your piece of ass." With a snort, he laughs out loud and springs out of hiding, grabbing ahold of the side of the railing and vaulting over it to land in the courtyard below. With one last glance over his shoulder, he scampers off at a clipped pace, his hooves echoing on the cobblestones as he bounds away into the darkness.

   Ophelia Lowenhart
   blinks, hearing the voice. What the...? She looks at Alexander's sea monster suspiciously.

   Alexander Lowenhart
   is completely surprised...by the words from behind the wall. Yes from the outside, it looks like a window. Inside? Plastered. He blinks a couple of times and turns his eyes to the woman "Do I want...your 'tits'?" he asks with a playful voice and cocks his head as he looks at his 'fish'...

   Posted 3 months ago #


2. 

   Maeglin Velde
   Member

   ~ A Little Theatrics ~

   Achiacus
   makes it to the front doors of the building and shrinks back against the wall for a moment reflexively as he sees another female just beyond those tracks. He cannot help but laugh loudly. This city was full of them! He could spread thighs all day and still not sink into the depths of the same one twice. Sniffing at the air near the entrance, he can smell the wine within and it draws him ever forward, practically tip-hooving inside.

   Maggie Mae
   Perhaps the man was in costume! She felt the excitement in her as she approached slowly. That had to be it, the summer months were approaching and she knew that was the usual time for the arts to come out in full force. Stepping into the doorway she stood and looked around the place before her dark blues swept over the magnificent dress of this obvious actor. "Evenin'!" she managed in a more excitable voice then she had intended.

   Achiacus
   bleats loudly in excitement as his eyes spy bottles behind the bar...some of which had to contain wine. Those that did not were still likely full of some manner of strong drink...these mortals liked to make so many wondrous varieties. Dashing across the open space, his hooves clop loudly on the loose boards underfoot and he knocks a chair to the floor in his hurry. Vaulting over the bar, he finds the smoothly polished surface slicker than he thought and clatters to the floor behind with a loud smash. However, he pops back up in an instant with a bottle already in hand. Settling his teeth about the cork, he pops the bottle open and spits the cork out onto the counter. He had not even responded to the female's greeting in all his haste, barely even registering her presence as he raises the bottle to his lips and begins to chug it down like it was water given to a dying man in the desert.

   Maggie Mae
   How rude, she thought and frowned slightly as she watched him make for the bar and consume the bottle indiscriminately. She stepped in further thinking she would try at least one more time. Perhaps he had just finished some long production and was just thirsty. "I say there Mister, hello!" Her voice a bit louder and more persistant.

   Achiacus
   downs the entire contents of the bottle and then inserts his overly-long tongue all the way inside, lapping up what remains. He then seems to take notice of the mortal woman, the one from outside. Looking a little sheepish, he removes his tongue and bites off the top of the bottle, chewing at the glass shards for a moment before spitting them out on the counter. With a loud laugh, he throws the bottle towards the fireplace, smashing what remains into a hundred bits. He then winks to the woman. "I love the wine that smells of rose. I'll drink my fill and then who knows?" Chuckling to himself, he takes up another bottle.

   Maggie Mae
   horrified, she watched this creature. Fascinating as he was, she couldn't help but feel he was something straight out of a fairy tale. How could he not be effected by chewing glass? Tilting her head as he spoke in rhyme, she blinked and decided to indulge what appeared to be some kind of hallucination. At least for now it kept her mind off her empty belly and troublesome life. "Are you for real?" She decided to be blunt. What the hell...it was her delusion after all and manners were not something she needed to worry about. He had none.

   Achiacus
   pops the cork of the second bottle and raises it to his lips, the wine chugging into his mouth and dribbling out to run in rivulets down his muscular chest. "As real as it gets, you'll find me to be....a fine specimen of the best pedigree." Laughing all the while, he tosses the empty bottle up into the air and watches as it falls to the ground and shatters. Chuckling, he reaches out and snatches a napkin from the bar, wadding it up and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing contentedly.

   Maggie Mae
   chuckles as he chews the napkin and she closes in further. "Are you from the theater? I've been wanting to meet a fellow thespian for quite some time. Hello sir, my name is Maggie!" She grinned and kept her distance for the moment.

   Ara
   tip-toed over to the wall, pressing against it, looking around the cornner to see what made that breaking noise. Her warm red eyes looked about curiously, trying to keep hidden as best she could.

   Achiacus
   smacks himself on the chest and then notices some wine that was there transferred to his fingers. The long tongue shoots out and begins twirling around each digit to clean the fingers off. "The name's Achiacus, a satyr most raucous. I drink and I shag like a horny young stag." He begins grabbing several bottles from behind the bar, tucking a couple under his armpits as we winks with mischief at the woman.

   Ara
   looked about...no one was around to see her move as she moved to the side of the wall. Looking into the window to see the two and noticing the legger man with furry legs thinking, how strange.

   Maggie Mae
   "Do you now? You must be quite the busy one in this town then." She laughed and watched the indulgent creature a moment longer. "Well, I love your obvious professionalism and ability to stay in character off the stage. Tell me, where do you study?"

   Achiacus
   cocks his head to one side as he moves around the other side of the bar. He snorts in amusement and then begins throwing the bottles up into the air as he attempts to juggle them and keep them aloft. "It's never an act, my pretty young thing. For you see, Achiacus is simply the King."

   Ara
   presses a little closer to the window, her eyes widened, watching such odd behavor she wasnt paying attention to her surroundings.

   Maggie Mae
   Her eyes followed the bottles and she grinned. "A king? My, you do pay attention to detail, don't you, sir?" She admired his skill and watched as the bottles flipped and spun around him. "You must take me to where you perform regularly. Please, I am in need of a job. I assure you I am quite good and even trained in Shakespeare's works."

   Achiacus
   adds one bottle after another as he juggles them into the air until there are six bottles aloft at any one time. He laughs loudly again, the sound echoing in the taproom. At the woman's next words, he suddenly stops, with utter disregard for the bottles which crash to the floor with a loud noise. "You'll see me perform? Oh, yes that you will. I'll tear up those skirts, inside you I'll fill." Chuckling to himself, he dashes forward and leaps on top of the nearest table, dancing a jig and twirling back and forth, his head thrown back as he laughs.

   Ara
   blinked, watching the weird furry legger move about the room wondering if he was just crazy or maybe trying to show off, wondering if all legged furred leggers did things like this or was it just him.

   Draco De'Slith
   walks in, looks about noticing the condition of the room and nodding to the two present.

   Maggie Mae
   giggling, she applauded as he danced. She ignored the reference to her skirts. It was an obvious attempt to rhyme and remain true to his character. "Fabulous, sir, are you at Albert Hall currently? Is there a production underway?" She turned to the approaching man with a bright smile. "Evening."

   Draco De'Slith
   "Good evening to you, m'lady."

   Achiacus
   cannot help but laugh at the woman as she just simpy refuses to accept what is before her eyes. He cocks his head to one side and looks to the man who just entered, sticking out his long tongue and spitting in his direction. Then, with a mischievous grin, he glances down to one of the pewter tankards that rests on the table, giggling insanely. His eyes go from the the tankard to the man that stands not far off.

   Maggie Mae
   noticed the glance between the two men and turned to the one in black. "Tell me, sir, are you also with the theater?"

   Draco De'Slith
   "I must say, sir, spitting at someone is most vulger. Sorry, I am not with the theater, m'lady."

   Ara's
   brain was hurting from the weirdness of the furry man legger thing.

   Achiacus
   laughs out loud at the mortal man and his preoccupation with what is polite. He begins kicking the tankards off of the table as he dances, sending them flying across to various parts of the room to clatter about. He saves the one tankard that is most in line for the man for last, getting ready to kick as he continues to chuckle.

   Rune Shen Lung
   peers into the window of the Ten Bells and raises a brow. "Damn, he is going to riverdance the table down."

   Maggie Mae
   frowns and steps back. "Oh, what a pity. I had so hoped to find a kindred soul to share my love of the craft." She turned back to Achiacus, watching his display, wondering if he was just a lone performer looking for coin. "However, this one here seems quite consumed. Something I admire but I will perhaps need to catch him when he is not working." Still speaking to the man in black as she looks at the dancer and sheilds herself from the flying debris, laughing.

   Ara
   blushes, noticing someone next to her as she tiptoes away as fast as she could, whitish blonde hair flowing behind her.

   Maggie Mae
   seeing the man in black was obviously as fascinated as she and dumbfounded, she spoke again. "He's quite good, isn't he?"

   Draco De'Slith
   chuckles. "Yes, but he seems to like to make a mess."

   Achiacus
   finishes dancing and then levels a kick to the pewter tankard that rests in line with the man in black. Kicking it into the air and aiming for his face, he lets out a loud, "Aha!" and then jumps down from the table to land on both hooves and raise back up to his full height, that infuriating grin upon his face.

   Draco De'Slith
   "I say, that was most impolite!"

   Maggie Mae
   applaudes again, chuckling as the tankard narrowly misses the man in black. "Aw, come on, it's all in fun."

   Achiacus
   keeps that grin on his face for a moment before his hoof slips in one of the puddles of spilt wine he had created by tossing the bottles up into the air. He goes down with a heavy crash, his eyes wide as he grabs for a chair and pulls it down with him.

   Draco De'Slith
   "Good fun, indeed, but he nearly took off me head with that tankard!"

   Maggie Mae
   nears Achiacus and squints, checking over his costume. "That is excellent work. Do you do your own makeup as well, sir?"

   Achiacus
   peers up from where he is lying on his back on the ground. Reaching down with one hand, he gives his erection a friendly shake while the other hand reaches out for the woman's skirts, grabbing on tightly. He gives her a mischievous wink before letting out a loud belch from the consumed wine and chuckling.

   Maggie Mae
   squealing, she laughs and tears her skirt from his clutches. Her eyes follow his hand and she smirks softly. "Yes, indeed, a fine job and again your attention to detail is exquisite."

   Achiacus
   cocks his head to one side with a snort, indignant she pulled her skirts from his grasp. Letting go of his erection, he grabs the skirts more forcefully with both hands and pulls himself toward her, sliding his head underneath them. From beneath the skirts comes the sounds of loud sniffing. From his perspective, Achiacus is having difficulty sorting out anything with the many layers of cloth beneath. He felt like a rat in a maze. Somewhere in here was the cheese...he just had to find it.

   Maggie Mae
   was in complete denial as to this man's validity of anything more then an actor in character. Sure, she knew how to turn a coin with her body but she was not in that mode now. She wanted to pursue her acting career. She reached her hand back and attempted to deliver a stinging blow across his cheek. "I am not up for grabs!"

   Draco De'Slith
   "Unhand that woman, you cad!"

   Achiacus
   pokes his head out from underneath the skirts to chuckle, just in time to get a swift smack across the cheek. For a moment, he reaches up and rubs at the location of the slap for a moment with a whimpering bleat. Then, with renewed fervor, he scrambles to his hooves and stands fully erect...in more ways than one. Reaching out, he grabs ahold of her by the shoulder, sticking his tongue out at the man to the right before turning back to the woman. His long tongue reaches down to lick along her neck, dragging a trail of moisture along the flesh as it inches its way down toward her cleavage.

   Draco De'Slith
   "I say, unhand her beast!"

   Maggie Mae
   wriggling away, she watches him with wide eyes still feeling the moisture down her neck. "Oh, you beast!" she screams and tries to scramble toward the man in black.

   Achiacus
   pauses for a moment and rolls his eyes before mimcking in a weak tone, "I say unhand her beast." Releasing the woman, he turns back to the man in black and clops one hoof to the wooden boards twice, beginning to bray like a donkey. "Eeee Awwww, Eeee Awwww." Lowering his head, he levels his horns at the man and charges forward, attempting to slam them hard into him.

   Maggie Mae
   "He's mad!" she wails and attempts to smooth out her clothes trying to regain some sense of dignity.

   Achiacus
   staggers past the man and narrowly avoids putting his head through the window, instead bouncing his horns off of the doorframe. Shaking his head for a moment, he turns back to the man with a deep frown. He grabs for a wineskin at his belt and raises it to his lips, clip-clopping over to the man until he stands but a few inches from him.

   Draco De'Slith
   "Ahh, beast, you missed me." He throws a punch at the beast.

   Maggie Mae
   watches as he bounces off the doorframe with a sickening thud and just shook it off her mouth forming a perfect O. She moves away, drawing in a deep gasp as the two grapple.

   Achiacus
   dodges beneath the punch and raises his head back up, spitting out a stream of the wine in his mouth and aiming for the man's eyes.

   Draco De'Slith
   "Hey, I cannot see!"

   Maggie Mae
   backed up, hearing the man in black exclaim he couldn't see, her eyes watching the horned beast

   Achiacus
   chuckles and raises one hand, flicking his fingers and drawing upon his inherent connection to magic to unfasten the man's belt and pants so they will fall around his ankles.

   Draco De'Slith
   "What are you doing to me, you beast?"

   Maggie Mae
   couldn't help but watch and shrugged slightly as if sizing up the man in black standing before her pantless. It was just reaction afterall. His nakedness did not shock her. "Don't hurt him," she commanded trying to sound as tough as she could.

   Achiacus
   inhales sharply and then blows out, the breath magically enhanced to push the blinded and embattled man to the ground.

   Maggie Mae
   watched the man fall to the ground and hurried to him. She didn't know this man from the other but he had tried to serve in her best interest and felt she owed him at least a kind hand. She took his arm and helped him to his feet and stood watching the other in horror.

   Draco De'Slith
   stands back to his feet and pulls up his pants, refastening them. "Ahh, now I can see!"

   Achiacus
   chuckles as he watches the man struggle to get his pants up from around his ankles. By nature's navel, these mortals were sooo much fun. But, he had his fill for now. Turning back to glance at the woman, he shakes his erection at her and winks before turning for the door to scamper off into the night.

   Maggie Mae
   scoffs and shoos him away as she aids the man in black, pressing her shoulder into him for his balance. "Are you alright, sir?"

   Posted 3 months ago #

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