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| New RN's. How bout it? |
| I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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| Oh gawd. How am I going to walk in those heels? |
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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:39 pm
Your help would be greatly appreciated Mr. A. This is something that would make our founder very pleased.
*fixes quad shot, gets last Corona and finds some quail eggs for her pet*
Damn, gotta restock...
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:41 pm
*raises glass in air*
to the capture of Jack! Here! Here!
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:41 pm
To the capture of Jack *slams back the rest of her Bloodwine*
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:42 pm
*raises glass* heh, he'll never know what hit him xd
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:44 pm
Nor shall he escape this time. *sips his wine*
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:47 pm
Ill definitely drink to that!
*tosses back shots and tosses an egg in the air for Huggles*
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:58 pm
*pours another quart of Bloodwine* Hahaha this should be fun.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:09 pm
Yes Mistress Nox an enjoyable hunt to be sure. *finishes his wine* Now if you ladies will excuse me I have research to attend to. *steps to the center of the room* I bid thee farewell. *thick black flames lick at his feet then flare engulfing him in darkness* I will return for the hunt. *the flames vanish taking him with them*
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:10 pm
Kits Rose psihug no worries, ladies. i'm not completely nekkid. and bandaidd promised me some new clothes... "as soon as i get my act together" So walking around with no clothes is a punishment? Is it working? I'm being a good boy! No drinks in over 24 hours! I'm dry, dry, dry. razz
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:10 pm
Show off. *slams back her Bloodwine* I swear he gets worse every day.
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psihug rolled 5 6-sided dice:
5, 1, 1, 2, 1
Total: 10 (5-30)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:11 pm
And I'm leaving!
Don't need everyone on my back...
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:20 pm
You know psihug we could use a temp for the bar till we catch Jack. twisted
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:25 pm
Oh and I just grabbed your booty. *moves to block door*
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:07 am
*blinks* Damn he slipped by me.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:52 am
The thud of boots proceeds his appearance. A man steps nimbly in to the bar, his hat brim pulled down at an angle covering the face of his oddly shaped head. Some might think him a beggar with his mud-covered boots well worn at the heel, the threadbare duster pulling at his shoulders, his faded dusty jeans torn through the knees. He removes his hat, smacking it against a muscular thigh. Odd looking, this Jack, with his coyote face and ears. Not man, not quite animal either.
Sending a neutered mule after a wild animal. To capture and control? To break? Or destroy? Same thing, and typical of your kind. Your emasculated mule will not think twice to inflict injury, rather he will enjoy it. The thrill of the hunt, the scent of fresh blood as a paw is caught in a trap, broken and almost gnawed to the bone in a frantic attempt to gain freedom, it's own blood and fur caught in it's teeth. Tell me, have you ever worn a collar? Spiked on the inside, biting into your flesh and drawing blood every time a so-called "owner" yanked the leash to break your spirit?
His teeth glint in the candlelight, his eyes narrowing slightly. So many before him, captured by those who would cruelly attempt to tame them, enslave and control them. Not knowing, nor caring that which they sought to own would be destroyed in the process, if not broken then killed.
Death would be more appealing than what you have in mind, ladies.
He kneels down and runs a furry hand over the burned floor.
If you want a slave, one who attends to your every whim, will be quiet when you insult him or whine about it if you prefer, perhaps a mule is what you need. Might I suggest Filia's friend?
With a yip, the coyote man turns on his heel and leaves, disappearing in to the thick, dense forest.
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