(Lines of DragonSpeak: 2250)* Welcome to the Puss 'n' Boots Tavern, owned by Vision and operated by Chateau. Anyone is allowed in this part of the dream, but in order to go further Mistress Vision would like to know that you are 18 or over. Mature situations can arise and it is not the owner's intentions to harm impressionable minds. If you want to RP your way in as an uninvited visitor arrange it OOC with Chateau. The Chateau site can be found at: http://www.geocities.com/chateau_vision/* Current players: Vision, Chateau Vision, Trench.* 3 players in the dream of The Chateau Vision.* 796 total players online. Uptime 3 days 11:11* Max players this session: 2540* Current players: Vision, Chateau Vision, Trench.* 3 players in the dream of The Chateau Vision.* 798 total players online. Uptime 3 days 11:12* Max players this session: 2540[ You whisper "Trench was here." to Vision. ][ Vision whispers, " 1 hours and 51 minutes." to you. ]* You've discovered the Imaginarium. Play here follows the Consent Rule. As it's more of a back-stage area, feel free to discuss in-character ("IC") action and upload roleplay-oriented Dreams. (Dream by Sidereal, Talzhemir and Emerald Flame)ZmoboyX16 ouches. o.o(You see SpamCannon.)> Nothing going right, nothing going wrong. I've got a whole lot of nothing going on. [Will draw patch items for food] [Estonian] www.hot.ee/spamcannon - READ IT. Your access to Furcadia has been temporarily suspended. Disconnected from server. Disconnected from server. [AWAY](You see Kekken.)> Soft, obsidian optics gaze down from this dragon-human hybrid's 8 foot height, overshadowed by scaled eye ridges protruding from his skull. An affable half smile dons his reptilian face, the gentle light glittering over his black scales, with an almost iridescent quality. Large wings billow out from his back, white marks crisscrossing the webbing of skin like bolts of lightning. His thick tail waves gently behind him, white underside sweeping the ground.[dragon/human hybrid][16](You see Trench.)> Royal blue hair drapes over his shoulders, cascading down his back. Dark cold eyes look past his elderly, yet sharp and dark face. Coal leather armor encases his body up to his neck, down his arms to his wrists. Odd black metal bracers cover his lower arms and fingerless gloves cover his paws. A dark blade peeks out from under his black cloak-like jacket and three black spheres orbit ominously around his form. #C!ZmoboyX16 grins and huggles poor J, "Come back here... I'm sure we all did. :-)"Willson consoles: I intended to portray the mishap humorously _Lyrics: anyone heard of Phantom planet?Willson: Only my pride, milady. ;-)Lyrics: A band.ZmoboyX16: They're a band, J. :-)(You see SpamCannon.)> Nothing going right, nothing going wrong. I've got a whole lot of nothing going on. [Will draw patch items for food] [Estonian] www.hot.ee/spamcannon - READ IT. Your access to Furcadia has been temporarily suspended. Disconnected from server. Disconnected from server. [AWAY]Lyrics: Why have I been left alone =((You see Lyrics.)> Eyes of lavender twinkle with merriment, Locks, sunkissed to a lightened hue, dance with her laughter or perhaps whatever song she may be singing at the time. Skin, pale and soft, is flawless except for a few freckles sprinkled across her nose. Form fitting jeans ride low on her hips worn with a white silken camisole. Her feet are bare, aside from a golden toe ring upon which the word 'Hope' is inscribed. #C6 Lyrics weeps with solitudeWillson: Thanks Janet _You say, "I could make a guess..."(You see Yakasaki Althamore.)> [A big cheese in the forest of Ahya][http://mysite.freeserve.com/zoeb][F8!][jpg:mysite.freeserve.c^zoeb/images/1-picture2.jpg?0.0882045096604] Lyrics: Who asked you, tall dark and meanieYou say, "No one ever asks. How fortunate that's not what I base my life on."Willson: Feel the gravity, you know you can't escape.(You see LegolasTheElfenPrince.)> comin soonLyrics punches trench OOCLY! and goes over there I'm NAKED!Lyrics: I need to search Imesh for phantom planetNudity: Touch me lyricsJanet: What's the other famous 'planetNudity: Touch my nudityLyrics: alright, with my fist down your throatNudity: Oo... That's such a turn on.Nudity: Can you put your foot in my nuts tooLyrics: Damnit, My computer is not playing nice :/Janet found The planet._Lyrics: What planet?Willson flogs Lyrics's computer with a wet noodle.Janet: The Forbidden Planet..1950s classic sci-fi.(You see hex bats.)> hi i'm a vet in toxic stables and i want to help you see you later.Janet is going to have to stop spluttering in laughter.Willson: The one with the Id and Robby the Robot?Drezdun: IS THERE ANY @$!?ING THING TO @$!?ING DO IN THIS MOTHER@$!?ER!Lyrics wipes off her monitor and uses the more conveient CTRL-ALT-DEL functionJanet: Is that it? I have that one.. o.OWillson: Might be. It's been years since I've seen it.Willson: I think it is.Janet: What was the name of the main lead? I found that movie scary when I was little.Lyrics: Has Neb left already?Willson: Yeah, that Id thing...Janet: Spooky music.Kasim'el: NoKasim'el: Neb just takes a while to post[ You whisper "." to Micheru's Realm. ][ You whisper "Trench was here." to Micheru's Realm. ]Willson: http://www.forbidden-planet.org/Robby/Scuro Re waves to Lyrics. :xShale Riano: Where be Den? D:(You see Trench.)> Royal blue hair drapes over his shoulders, cascading down his back. Dark cold eyes look past his elderly, yet sharp and dark face. Coal leather armor encases his body up to his neck, down his arms to his wrists. Odd black metal bracers cover his lower arms and fingerless gloves cover his paws. A dark blade peeks out from under his black cloak-like jacket and three black spheres orbit ominously around his form. #C!Janet: Thank you, Willson._Janet: I hope they don't mess with it..if there is a remake.Willson: Welcome.Willson: Yeah...[ Azhirai whispers, "[Az is still in a coma yes?]" to you. ][ You whisper "(Perhaps?)" to Azhirai. ]Janet does not like 'updated'/'contemporarised' remakes.* Sorry, that furre isn't in this dream! -- Beekin the Help DragonWillson: ... I didn't particularly care for the movie remake of Lost in Space(You see Reki A Wavemaster.)> You see a powerful wavemaster in front of you. You see him with a notepad saying sometig to himself. You hear him say something about Balmung and The World Login...... (Reki) [head knight at Cronus Arcadius] [Member at World login] [Onwer of Reki A Wavemaster]Kasim'el: lost in space suckedKasim'el: It wasnt even lost in spaceLyrics: Yeah, Pigs in space is better!Janet: It sure wasn't the series._Willson: Pigs...Willson: In...Willson: Spaaaaace!Willson: Again the conversation turns to Muppets. _Lyrics waited endlessly for Miss Piggy to get tossed outWillson laughsKasim'el: :)Kasim'el: These are the captains controlsKasim'el: those are the first mates controls[ You whisper "(Where would Az still be?)" to Azhirai. ][ Azhirai whispers, " 0 4" to you. ][ Azhirai whispers, "[Wherever you put her I guess still in the garden?]" to you. ]Willson: If I remember right, the rest of the cast of Pigs in Space, apart from Miss Piggy, appeared only in that segment of the show.Kasim'el: Thats trueWillson: Like, you never saw the pig who played the captain outside that spaceship set.Kasim'el: well you didKasim'el: but he was just a regular pigLyrics tinks her speciesTag looks like Miss Piggy.-.--.-Kasim'el: different voice over and stuffWillson: HmmmJanet: Not bad, Lyrics._Lyrics: Hello, RuroniZakoji Katsuyori: Hey skezzy *winks*(You see SpamCannon.)> Nothing going right, nothing going wrong. I've got a whole lot of nothing going on. [Will draw patch items for food] [Estonian] www.hot.ee/spamcannon - READ IT. Your access to Furcadia has been temporarily suspended. Disconnected from server. Disconnected from server. [AWAY](You see Crozius.)> >(You enter the dream of The Nola Swamp & River..)(Lines of DragonSpeak: 195)* You've discovered the Imaginarium. Play here follows the Consent Rule. As it's more of a back-stage area, feel free to discuss in-character ("IC") action and upload roleplay-oriented Dreams. (Dream by Sidereal, Talzhemir and Emerald Flame)(You enter the dream of Spire of Malfeasance.)(Lines of DragonSpeak: 1183)[#] The world you know, no longer exist. The passage of time has made this realm dangerous and filled with turmoil Adventure at your own risk. [http://www.freewebs.com/spire/][#] Another Creature arrives!Control of this dream is now being shared with you.[ You whisper "(When was it Az went into the coma?)" to Azhirai. ][ Azhirai whispers, " 0 1" to you. ]* Current players: Kerun Adul, Jhorie Meljin, Trench.* 3 players in the dream of Spire of Malfeasance.* 898 total players online. Uptime 3 days 11:56* Max players this session: 2540(You see Kerun Adul.)> You see before you a small three foot creature draped in filthy white rags. It seems to be hiding near the tree line.(You see Jhorie Meljin.)> A tall mare wearing a short maid's outfit. She is not a thin lass but a well proportioned mare with soft curves. She has a wicked dagger in her belt opposite of feath duster. Her hooves are painted black. She works for the dark lady and often is seen watching the hatchling.* Sorry, that furre isn't in this dream! -- Beekin the Help Dragon* You've discovered the Imaginarium. Play here follows the Consent Rule. As it's more of a back-stage area, feel free to discuss in-character ("IC") action and upload roleplay-oriented Dreams. (Dream by Sidereal, Talzhemir and Emerald Flame)[#] One less annoyance.(You see furcadan law office.)> bot and uploader of furcada law office if you say commonds to me i will tell you the commands(You see giles cameron.)> pilet for FIA(You see Luke N. Pride.)> I travel though universes in search of adventure, fun and love. I never give up on what I believe in and when I am needed I do not hesitate. I'm always willing to help and use all my powers to complete the task at hand. (You enter the dream of Dark Realm.)(Lines of DragonSpeak: 328)Control of this dream is now being shared with you.* Caution: This is a Rated 'R' IC area. Common RP rules apply. If you are under the age of at least 16, preferably 18, it is strongly recommended you leave. Otherwise, there are no rules, here. Anything goes. For More information hit F8: http://www.realmoftaraka.com/darkrealms/Dark Realm: Teleport, Throne![#] A regal shift is felt within the Realm.[#] A violent shift is felt within the Realm.You say, "Teleprot, Forest!"You say, "Teleport, Forest!"[#] A peaceful shift is felt within the Realm.[*] Your request has been sent to Azhirai.[ You whisper "." to Azhirai. ][*] Azhirai requests permission to join your company. To accept the request, type `summon and press . To decline, type `decline and press [*] Azhirai joins you.(You see Azhirai.)> Long curly black tresses cascade down her back, almost to the floor. She has violet eyes which seem to hide a darkness, and soft light tan fur, which is riddled with scars, some faded, some still angry crimson. Dressed in skin-tight violet suede pants, which lace up the legs, and a violet suede vest, which laces up at the front.The back of the vest is cut away, and held together by laces. [Ti'Myste] [http://www.psumonix.com/furc/pm.cgi?login=Azhirai&action=display][ Azhirai whispers, "[It was months ago...]" to you. ][ Azhirai whispers, "[AFK - ciggi run]" to you. ](You see Azhirai.)> Long curly black tresses cascade down her back, almost to the floor. She has violet eyes which seem to hide a darkness, and soft light tan fur, which is riddled with scars, some faded, some still angry crimson. Dressed in skin-tight violet suede pants, which lace up the legs, and a violet suede vest, which laces up at the front.The back of the vest is cut away, and held together by laces. [Ti'Myste] [http://www.psumonix.com/furc/pm.cgi?login=Azhirai&action=display][ Svayriel whispers, "(It's back. =D)" to you. ]* Sorry, there's no furre around right now with a name starting with scay! -- Beekin the Help Dragon[ You whisper "(In a sense.)" to Svayriel. ]* Current players: Dark Realm, Trench, Azhirai, Svayriel.* 4 players in the dream of Dark Realm.* 1001 total players online. Uptime 3 days 12:23* Max players this session: 2540(You see Svayriel.)> Alarming blue optics were obscured 'neath shadowed locks. Tail twined 'bout a wrist, end decorated with several metal cuffs. Longcoat enveloped slender frame, boots finished attire. Sheathed sword rested at her waist, plain warning not to anger. Ghostly, austere countenance, even though a smirk played over her lips. Time passed by and she never looked any older - and yet, she always seemed to be two steps ahead. A black and white photo in a watercolour world. [www.svayriel.tk][ Svayriel whispers, "(What's been going on with it?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(I've been out of the loop and no one else around to keep it up.)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(So what do you mean by, in a sense?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(I'm still not really in the loop. Just got a couple of days off.)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Oh.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(So, where yes, it's up for the moment, unless I find someone willing to keep it up, it'll go back down, soon.)" to Svayriel. ]* Current players: Dark Realm, Trench, Azhirai, Svayriel.* 4 players in the dream of Dark Realm.* 1005 total players online. Uptime 3 days 12:27* Max players this session: 2540[ Svayriel whispers, "(Ack. I would, but for some reason my computer won't load dreams right. It says it's loaded, but there's no portal. Do you know how to fix that?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Much as I hate to say it, have you tried reinstalling Furc?)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Well, I just got it back. My other computer's hard drive was too small, I got a new one and Windows XP, reinstalled this, and only that doesn't work.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Being an XP user, myself... Hm, I've not had that problem. Not lately, anyway." to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Did you used to?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(I think it's been a problem once or twice, but rarely consistantly." to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Meh. So did it fix by itself or did you have to do something about it?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Truth be told, I think I just reinstalled the program... Do you use anything with Furc, such as DogProxy or Furnarchy?)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(No.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(You run any background download programs, such as Kazaa or Imesh?)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Nope.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(What kind of connection do you have?)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Cable.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Hm, that is strange, then... I could recommend a few things... May be able to help.)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(By all means, go ahead.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Two things off the top of my head... Sometimes, when you download or install the game, it has a little burp in the process and can screw something up, I'd first recommend just redownloading and reinstalling. Don't worry, you won't lose anything if you do this, provided you back up log files, if you happen to keep them. Second would be to download Dogproxy and change the port number in which you log into.)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Where would I download Dogproxy, and what would I change the port number to?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Just do a search for it in Yahoo. It'll be in Sanctimonious' site. I'd recommend trying port 80. I think that's right... Options should be 6000 and 80.. Either way, the smaller number of the two, whichever it is.)" to Svayriel. ]You say, "(My, but when you go afk... You really go!)"Azhirai: [*laughs*]Azhirai: [For that I don't do it very often :-D][ Svayriel whispers, "(I'll try that. If it doesn't work, I'll reinstall. Thanks.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(If neither works, tell me, and I'll figure something else out.)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "('Kay.)" to you. ]Azhirai: [*grins* Your dream has improved since I was last here, it seems as if it is your own now. Far more fitting at least. If you don't mind my asking, where did you get the patch?]You say, "(Alizon, from Anestorria.)"Azhirai: [Ah.]You say, "(I have come to rather like the place. You should see the rest, sometime.)"[#] Svayriel has entered the Dark Realm.[#] Trench has entered the Dark Realm.[#] The shadows within the realm begin to shift and contort. After a moment, the shadows join into one final location, a body forming, the shadow's solidifying. Dark Realm is now sharing control of this dream with you.[#] Azhirai has entered the Dark Realm.Azhirai: [If I walk ooc I will.]You say, "(Even in IC, I'm sure you'll get the chance.)"[ Svayriel whispers, "(Hm. What's it mean by 'Your character cannot be used as a normal character if selected for the INI file'?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(That's the option of what char you would use to log in to see if someone's online. In short, I'd recommend just letting it use the default that it should have had there.)" to Svayriel. ]Azhirai: [*smiles* Love to]You say, "(Shall we begin, then?)"Azhirai: [I'm not updated on the last post made, I don't have the logs (had to format -.-) so I only have a rough idea of where we were.][#] Destiny Song has entered the Dark Realm.[ Svayriel whispers, "(Got it.)" to you. ]You say, "((I've been looking for the log, but can't seem to find it.)"(You see Destiny Song.)> Onyx-kissed hues of a darkened perfection; undeviating wisps that cradled ethereal visage. Enticing depths witheld inmost emotions, yet frosted surfaces served as a sort of veil. Delicate curvature; petite in sway yet dangerous to behold - confined to the luxuries of a gossamer toga, still further fancied by cloak. Sleek feathered appendages slipped from blades, encasing femme within shadows. Ebony marbled staff seen grasped 'tween digits, conclusion to calloused manifestation.Azhirai: [But yes, I will improvise as you do, please allow me five minutes to set up a decent chair, get a drink and my smokes, I beg your indulgance :-)]You say, "(Hm, very well.)"Azhirai: [Uhm, keep looking? Dare I.. either way, I will return very soon *bows)[#] The shadows shift unnaturally.[#] Svayriel has left the Dark Realm.[ Destiny Song whispers, "(Where are you?-- I'm kinda lost.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Forgive my ignorance, but... Do I know you? I can't recall...)" to Destiny Song. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(Perhaps-- That I am really unsure of.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Then I ask... Why is it you seek me out?)" to Destiny Song. ][#] Svayriel has entered the Dark Realm.[ Destiny Song whispers, "(It does not matter. I've already found you.)" to you. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(It worked. ^^)" to you. ][ You whisper "(I'm still curious...)" to Destiny Song. ][ You whisper "(Great. I'm such a genious. =P)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Don't get too carried away.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Even though I can't spell genius right...)" to Svayriel. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(....I wish I knew.)" to you. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(XD)" to you. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(It's spelled that way sometimes.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Perhaps it's... Destiny. Interestingly, I'm used to that kind of answer. I find it acceptable.)" to Destiny Song. ][ You whisper "(Yeah... When spelled wrong. =P)" to Svayriel. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(Well, of course...)" to you. ]Trench's eyes turn behind himself, looking over curiously to the pale being hiding off in the trees.(You see Destiny Song.)> Onyx-kissed hues of a darkened perfection; undeviating wisps that cradled ethereal visage. Enticing depths witheld inmost emotions, yet frosted surfaces served as a sort of veil. Delicate curvature; petite in sway yet dangerous to behold - confined to the luxuries of a gossamer toga, still further fancied by cloak. Sleek feathered appendages slipped from blades, encasing femme within shadows. Ebony marbled staff seen grasped 'tween digits, conclusion to calloused manifestation.[ Destiny Song whispers, "(I suppose. Anyhow, I'll be leaving you-- I reside in the cemetary. Indecent exsposure to the sunlight.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(There is no sunlight here. Not in this realm.)" to Destiny Song. ][ Svayriel whispers, "(But you weren't supposed to notice that, necessarily. =P)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Of course.)" to Svayriel. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(Then I had been fooled. Pity me, and my ignorance. The cemetary is where I feel most comforted.)" to you. ]Azhirai is comatose still or not?[] [back][ You whisper "(You're not alone in that.)" to Destiny Song. ]Trench would assume so, no?()You say, "(Um, what do you remember from the last meeting?)"Azhirai: [ok, then pardon my asking, where exactly did you put her after last time? Uh, I remember another guy being there as a witness whom she sends off on an errand to tell her mate what is happening, and that Trench covered her in a type of mist, and tricked her, she thought and asked for him to put herto sleep until her mate returns from his quest, but he was actually doing somethiing entirely different which I dont remember...][ Svayriel whispers, "(So my dream uploads work now, if you can't find anyone else to keep it up, I will.)" to you. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(Most find it comforting, whilst others find it utterly, morbidly, disgusting..)" to you. ][ You whisper "(I should say, most who come here find it comforting.)" to Destiny Song. ]You say, "(Okay, yes... It's all coming back to me, now... Um, has the husband yet returned?)"[ Destiny Song whispers, "(I agree. Well, I better be leaving you with your acquaintance. Wouldn't need to be a bother.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(A bother? I doubt it... I'm quite well at doing more than one thing at once, and she's... Not too quick.)" to Destiny Song. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(I see.)" to you. ]Azhirai: [I don't think so, I have emial contact with him, but he hasnt been online because of work, he has promised to come for her though....]You say, "(So, she'd simply be left in the coma, aye?)"Azhirai: [Yessir]You say, "(Well, though that simplifies things, it does make for a rather thin plot, for the time, doesn't it?)"Azhirai: [Yes, I just wanted to be sure you hadn't entirely forgotten about it, that it will eventuate]You say, "(Oh. Well, then... Hm.)"Azhirai: [I also offer rp in the meantime in case you wish to revive her for whatever reason.]You say, "(The thought had occured...)"Azhirai: [As you wish](You see Destiny Song.)> Onyx-kissed hues of a darkened perfection; undeviating wisps that cradled ethereal visage. Enticing depths witheld inmost emotions, yet frosted surfaces served as a sort of veil. Delicate curvature; petite in sway yet dangerous to behold - confined to the luxuries of a gossamer toga, still further fancied by cloak. Sleek feathered appendages slipped from blades, encasing femme within shadows. Ebony marbled staff seen grasped 'tween digits, conclusion to calloused manifestation.(You see Destiny Song.)> Onyx-kissed hues of a darkened perfection; undeviating wisps that cradled ethereal visage. Enticing depths witheld inmost emotions, yet frosted surfaces served as a sort of veil. Delicate curvature; petite in sway yet dangerous to behold - confined to the luxuries of a gossamer toga, still further fancied by cloak. Sleek feathered appendages slipped from blades, encasing femme within shadows. Ebony marbled staff seen grasped 'tween digits, conclusion to calloused manifestation.Trench looks down briefly to the unconcious lass before him, before his gaze twists over to his side, towards the water, examining the unfamiliar pale lass upon the bench.Azhirai's unruly black mass of hair is untied and loose, her arms are at her side and her fists are clenched frozen. Her eyes are closed.[#] Katona the Wind Mage has entered the Dark Realm.(You see Katona the Wind Mage.)> Is about 5'4, with a blue tube top, and some blue, spandex pants. She is extremly yiffy and wants someone to snuggle with. [Whisper to yiff] [Dark Alliance] [Wind Mage] [Suicidal] [Violent] [Bi] [Nurse@FH]Azhirai: [Sorry, I was baffled as to what to write][#] Katona the Wind Mage has left the Dark Realm.Destiny Song sat. What else could she do? Silken appendages sprouted from 'er dimunitive form, obscuring it from the scandalous realities of this Ralms. Frosty oculars assessed the unfamiliar dominion whilst slender wrapped appendages slowly skimmed the water. Onyx-kissed ringlets cradled ethereal visage, which eventually fell into place 'Pon the small of her back. Miniscule beads of sweat adorned 'er forehead, tiny gasps of exertion could scarcely be heard. (Meh. I only had 1 hour of sleep...)Destiny Song: (So, Don't mind me. I do not make much sense.)Destiny Song: (Realm*)[#] The shadows shift unnaturally.Trench shrugs slightly to himself before kicking the long sleeping lass, nudging a bit roughly with his foot, to assure she still slumbered. After revealing a soft chuckle to himself, he once more draws his attentions to the newcomer. He offers no real movements, but a form of greetings, "May I be of service to you?"Azhirai is rolled, she rocks over onto her right side, and the falls back onto the stiff back with the motion.Azhirai: [her* stiff...]Destiny Song snorted; "No..." she said gruffly, cupping her hands before she dipped them into the frosty water. Destiny seemed to not wish contact with the other mortals, or immortals that occupied the domain-- Merely wishing to keep to herself. But, it almost seems as if an abnormal energy resides within her, one that one would not be able to mark. (I ran out of ideas. @.@)[#] Ashton Skywolf has entered the Dark Realm.Trench quirks a single brow 'pon his eye, his gaze remaining on the lass for a brief moment, facial expressions, if anyone could see them, anyway, reveal insult. Still, he continues, "Then what are you doing in my Realm?"[#] Ashton Skywolf has left the Dark Realm.Destiny Song sniffed; Destiny had tilted her chin, now, seeming to have an air of confidence about her. "I am merely a wandering soul, needing a place to reside for a few hours..." she shrugged once more, averting her lifeless gaze t'wards his own-- A side glance if you will. [#] Kodan Bloodwing has entered the Dark Realm.Trench nods slightly. His attention changes once more from her own to the body before him. He kneels down, examining his work from long ago, though his voice remains obviously drawn to the pale feline's attention, "A lost one... I'm familiar with your kind. Most housed here are such, including myself. If it is a sanctuary for outcasts you seek, you've certainly come to the right place."Destiny Song chuckled slightly, the sound, disconcerting, yet, a blend of musical notes at the same time. "I will be leaving you shortly, I would not want to endanger you, and yours. Not to mention the populus of your Realm." Destiny seemed to nod this problem off as well, ignoring the dangers she was bringing forth.Trench offers a soft, almost sardonic chuckle from within his throat, pushing a bit at the corpse like body before him. "I doubt you could bring any dangers any worse than what I've brought, myself. I'm quite familiar with such things and offer my protection from such dangers. After all, you may see it as a distraction, or a hinderance. I see it as a bit of excitement added to the Realm."Azhirai lies still and cold. One can only just see a faint pulse on her throat. Her fur has taken on a grayish tinge and her body is gaunt from malnourishment, her eyes sunken, her skin sagging slightly.[#] Kodan Bloodwing has left the Dark Realm.Azhirai: [Don't wait for my posts, there are more like added comments, there is not much to write without writing it all at once... *chuckles*]Destiny Song, at this point, would stand and stretch. Small was she, yet, perfectly sculpted features proved otherwise. Slender, lithe and agile could not possibly comprehend her as a whole. Yet, something was missing... Slightly-pointed ears froze-- A black entity standing in the middle of no where, casting the dangers into herself, taking the peoples' pain unto her shoulders. This, was Destiny. "I..." she paused, turning to face him rather abruptly. The glare she would have given him just then -could- (c)Destiny Song haunt him forever, or, mean as nothing to him as, well, perhaps alot of things. But, she did dare to look him upon the oculars. Trench's face raises from the body before him, his eyes looking back towards her own, searching, wondering. A faint smirk is revealed upon his lips, yet something dark lurks within those eyes. Yet, he offers a seemingly considerate nod of approval at the attempt of speech, "Aye? Don't worry about things. There is little, if anything, that I've never been able to handle. I doubt anything that would follow you would be that much different."Azhirai makes no movement or sound that would suggest her awareness, though a feeling of warning would emnate from her body, as though she unconsciously seeks to prevent any agreement between them. Her body remains unyielding to the atmoshphere, comatised as she was.Destiny Song nodded, "I would suppose so. You must've seen much more than one such as I." she paused, taking in a much need, long breath. "I would rather handle this on my own. I find that, I cannot ask for your assistance. I greatly appreciate your offer." And so, she stood, the silence broken by the slight wind.Destiny Song: (Needed* >.>)[#] harry robinson has entered the Dark Realm.Trench releases a combination of a shrug with a nod before drawing his view back to the body befor ehim in mild curiousity. With a slight smirk, he raises a paw, a darkness from within the body slowly drawing to him. "That is your choice, of course. Nonetheless, many before have been rather impressed with the way I handle things. Should you decide to take that option, I remain here to aid. In the meantime, as I said, you are welcome to remain as you wish."Azhirai: [*grins* She was impressed, despite the deciet :-D]Azhirai: [deceit*]You say, "(Always a price to pay.)"Azhirai: [*nods her agreement*][#] The shadows shift unnaturally.[#] Bauglir has entered the Dark Realm.Destiny Song sniffed. "I must leave you now. I will reside in the cemetary, as I had said before.."Azhirai's body doesn't move as the blackness rises out of her body and towards Trench, seeming to seep uncannily out of the very pores of her skin. [#] Jahana has entered the Dark Realm.Trench shrugs as the one departs. His eyes finally close in complete concentration, the shadows from within drawing more quickly to him, as his breathing begins to deepen.(You see Jahana.)> Rich, chocolate leather melts over every soft curve providing a perfect contrast to lighter, mocha colored, silken fur. Violet hair streaked with silver is woven into thousands of thin braids to cascade over shoulders and back, while violet and mocha, silver tipped wings flutter gently behind, peeking from the folds of chocolate colored silk cape. Leather boots flowing from mid thigh to footpaw and whip coiled at the hip finish the attire of this stunning feline femme. Azhirai body convulses slightly, a small movement that runs through her body. Her eyes flutter and her lips part quickly. The faster the shadowy substance retreats, the bigger are the fits that rack her physical form.[#] Inochi Kega has entered the Dark Realm.Trench finally begins to pull out what shadows were left, leaping back away from the convlusing body, watching in curiousity, from a bit of a safer distance.[#] harry robinson has left the Dark Realm.Jahana pads up in her usual, quiet manner, only to stop at the scene that meets her eyes. With widening, curious gaze, she watches, refraining from speaking at the moment. Azhirai's once still form shudders to life as the last wisp of black substance flows out of her. Her eyes jerk open and her fists unclench, though are seemingly stuck in almost the same position after being that way for so long. Her mouth parts wider and a gasping raw breath in drawn, leaving the coma victim coughing, choking, and spluttering for breath. While she is recovering, she has no other actions than to regain herself.Azhirai: [is* drawn]Azhirai: [than those* to regain]Trench chuckles slightly to himself. He offers a slight nod towards Jahana before kneeling to the lass, lowering himself to her current level, "You've been under for quite some time. You were beginning to look a bit thinned... Figure some nourishment might be good for you so you don't die before your time to awaken has come."[#] Destiny Song has left the Dark Realm.[#] Leiko12 has entered the Dark Realm.Jahana returns the nod. After observing a few more moments, she relaxes a bit, knowing this situation is far beyond her own meager talent. Giving a quick glance to Trench, she asks, "May I sit, or would you rather I leave?"Azhirai stares blankly up at him, bleary-eyed, weak and confused. She does not have enough energy or sanity a the current moment to notice the fem on their right. She still struggles to regulate her hoarse breathing, and her body twitches in the last throes of awakening. Stuttering and shivering, she manages some almost inaudible words "Hadeset..? Is he.. did he come for me..?"[ Den Fa whispers, "Guess who's comming? ;)" to you. ][#] Leiko12 has left the Dark Realm.[#] Den Fa has entered the Dark Realm.Trench shakes his head slightly as he looks up to Jahana, "Actually, if you wouldn't mind, this lass needs some substance in her. Would you mind heading to the tavern and picking something up for her?" He then looks back down to the lass in question, "He hasn't... Not yet, no."[ You whisper "Santa?" to Den Fa. ][ Azhirai whispers, "[I'd reckon it's been about 6 months six this happened it was just after she saw him for the last time, and that was almost 7 months ago]" to you. ][ Den Fa whispers, "The Opposite." to you. ][ You whisper "Satan Claws?" to Den Fa. ]Jahana nods, and turns on heel, padding back the same way she had come. [ Den Fa whispers, "" to you. ][ Den Fa whispers, "where are you?" to you. ][ You whisper "Forest." to Den Fa. ][#] A peaceful shift is felt within the Realm.Den Fa: [May I join?][#] Inochi Kega has left the Dark Realm.You say, "(Does it matter?)"[#] A drunken shift is felt within the Realm.Den Fa: [I always ask.]Azhirai coughs up blood that had formed as the air has seared her lungs on being drawn in so quickly. She mumbles groggily "How long...has it...been? He should..." She breaks into a lengthhy fit of coughing, her body is covered in a sheen of sweat despite her shivering. Her teeth chatter. "I'm sssso cccold."Trench shrugs slightly, looking frmo Den back to the lass, "It's been... Well, a long time. Perhaps too long. Maybe he doesn't know to seek me out, but we've kept watch for him, and still no signs... Either way, had you remained as you were for too much longer, next you would see him would be the afterlife."Jahana returns a few moments later bearing a tray in her paws. On the tray sits a bowl of warmed broth, a few slices of bread, and mug of mulled wine with an egg added, something renonwed for helping to restore health. "I assumed this is what you meant when you asked me to fetch something," she says. She waits back until given command to come further. Azhirai sobs shake her wasted body, thin and weak as it is. Between that and her shivering she looks like a small earthquake. "Bb..but he .. the ... witness, hhhe promised.." A few tears stream over her face, all her body can afford with so few resources.Azhirai: ['s*]Den Fa would be seen, infact floating a few inches off the floor, black mist seeming to float in a circular way around his hindlegs, covered with his cloak, not letting his legs to be seen. He seems to have his arms crossed over his chest. Bladed chains slowly crawling around him in pure silence he does not say one word.Azhirai: [Interesting gathering]Trench ponders on this for a moment, before shrugging, absently, "I think I may have killed that witness, or something... I don't know. I remember something with him went askew. Either way, Jahana there has something good for you to eat. May as well, at least keep you from dying, then we can figure out what to do with you next."You say, "(Typical gathering for this place.)"Azhirai: [ah]Den Fa remains silently sat in mid air. As if a ghost seen there. He would remain perfectly silent. Not answering anything.Jahana's face eyes soften and she walks over to the prone female, placing the tray down on the ground beside Azrhial, then kneeling beside her. Reaching out a paw, she attempts to place it gently on her shoulder. "It will be alright," she says softly. "Come now, let me help you."Azhirai nods her assent, trembling so fiercely she cannot stand. She rolls onto her stomach and retches on the ground before her nose, ears pressed flat back against her skull. It is almost a dry retch, her stomach empty and so few juices it could hardly be called bile. She attempts to push herself up. She finally notices the femme and her head lifts lightly "Please..."Trench ndos as the two begin to make their acquantinces. In the meantime, he takes a gaze over to the familiar form of Den Fa. He offers a nod of greetings before his questioning, "So, what has been going on with you, as of late?"Den Fa would start to float higher for a short moment as he talks. "I am currently, having fun.. I had in my paws, something that Strerosh had, something that Raznak was having, and what Mephisto wanted."You say, "Alright, I'm curious. What's that?"Jahana uses her paws to carefully tun Azrhial over, then bracing an arm behind her back, attempts to lift her to a sitting position. Reaching to the nearby tray, she grasps the mug of wine, lifting it to the female's lips. "Drink this. It will help your stomach to settle a bit and restore a some of your strength." She gives the floating Den no more than a cursory glance, her concern at the moment for Azrhiel. Den Fa: A simple child.You say, "A child?"[#] The shadows shift unnaturally.Den Fa: The information that I managed to pull out of the temple of the way, is that the child was able to kill demons with ease, or something.You say, "Hm, interesting... I wonder just how far that classification of 'demons' goes..."Den Fa shrugs. "To be honest, before anyone knew what the child did, I was there, and Mephisto's hord, of demons, Mune, and the army of Lelm was after the child, and the temple defended the child, I tricked Strerosh, and Mephisto, making them think I would get the child for them. It's just a lesson to one of Mephisto's attendants.. to never glare to me."You say, "Army of Lelm?"Azhirai allows herself to be assisted as much as possible, her back muscles, all her muscles too weak to support her. As the scent of the wine reaches her nose, she sniffs and realises just how starving she is. She takes a small sip and makes a face at the strength of the wine, after many months of her tastebuds lying dormant. She manages to spare a smile at the fem and takes a larger sip, more of a gulp, and splutters, coughing. Wines sprays from her mouth and all she can do is offer >>Azhirai >> the feline an apologetic look.Den Fa: The army dispatched some sides wanted to follow Mephisto, and the others, were after me. Ended up dying away. Nothing of intrest. --- But you, where have you been?Den Fa: The leader of the army was so said corupted.. etc.Trench lowers his head a bit, "I admit, my disappearance was of no surprise to me. I knew it was coming. In fact, I'm only here now because I managed a temporary escape. It's only a matter of days, maybe hours, before I'm found, again. Let's say... Problems with the Gods?"[#] Inochi Kega has entered the Dark Realm.(You see Inochi Kega.)> --A slender Brute walks througha misty colored town. A black cloak is draped over his shoulders. Ebony optics flicker from the ground to the sky then back. Tassel flickers slightly.-- (single)Den Fa nods slowly. "I have never had problem with them.. they must fear of me." You say, "Not many have problems with them. But, then, most aren't of some relation to them, either..."Jahana pays no mind to being sprayed by the wine, offering her own smile of reassurance. She continues to hold the mug for her, letting her drink as much as she will at her own pace, before lowering it and placing it back onto the tray. She reaches for the broth and once again puts it to her lips. "Slowly," she murmurs. "Little sips, else you will make yourself ill and I am sure that is the last thing you desire." She perks an ear to Den and Trench's conversation, but remains quiet on >>>Den Fa's left little arm would move out to point at Azhirai. "What is this?"Jahana>> that front.Azhirai: [This is a messy mistake]Trench shrugs as he looks down to the target, "Some lass that came to me... I don't know, months ago... Something about being too pained to live without her mate and wanted to be put to sleep until his return."Jahana: (Good Lord Az.. I am toirturing your poor name. I apologize for the mispellings =/)Jahana: *torturing[*] Den Fa rolls 1d25 & gets 11.[#] Ahrimon has entered the Dark Realm.Den Fa's paw would move back into his cloak. "I hope the gods wont find you for a while."Den Fa: [Your lucky it was under 10 I would of attacked you three. :o]You say, "The most I've been given is a day or so."You say, "(You mean you're lucky. =P)"Azhirai finishes the wines and focuses on catching her breath, her smile offers the kind fem much grattitude. "Please.. a moment I need to breathe... for now, I am full." Her voice cracks with disuse, the hoarseness faded a bit with each word, as the liquids of saliva and wine ease the dry tunnel. She leans heavily on Jahana, and clumsily turns her head to stare at Trench. "You..." Her pronunciation is touched with accusation as much as recognition.Den Fa: [You don't know what a Den Fa can do. :o]You say, "(Nope. But I know what Trench can do.)"Trench smirks as he looks back over to Az, "Feeling better?"Azhirai: [It's ok, shorten it to Az, I don't expect people to get it right immediately - it's my middle name, and nickname :-D My first alt]Azhirai coughs and glares "No thanks to you."Jahana nods and lowers the bowl, putting it back on the tray. She braces her arm even more around Az, lifting her up a bit higher, remaining ever silent and just listening. [#] Bauglir has left the Dark Realm.You say, "I take credit for what anyone does here, good or bad. Jahana aids you because I asked her to. She'd just as easily kill you if I asked. So, I think it is a bit in thanks to me."[#] Ahrimon has left the Dark Realm.Den Fa floats back down in silence.Azhirai blinks, and her head snaps back to Jahana, in blank, unbelieving surprise. Turning slowly back to stare at Trench. Her voice takes on heavy tones of accusation "Hadeset would have come for me had you not mercilessly slaughtered the witness. Primes help those who dare to stand and protect a harmless furre. Why..? Why..." Sobs once again threaten to take over, and she struggles to regain hher composure. Softly she adds "Thankyou for feeding me and reviving me from your deceitful>Azhirai >> slumber.Azhirai: "Trench shrugs, once more. His expressions show little concern of the words spoken to him, "Like I said, I've kept a watch out for him, just in case. Your witness was more witless than anything. Anyway, there's been no sign of your mate. Wherever he went, it looks as though he's not coming back."You say, "(Hm, interesting... Silver Soul web page: Den Fa - Servant.)"Jahana sighs somewhat with a faint frown curving her lips. She pulls the femme a little closer and strokes a paw over her hair. "You need to calm yourself, else you will not regain your trength and be whole again," she tells Az quietly. "Your mate would not wish you to be this unhappy." She was taking stabs here, trying to find something to soothe, if only for a while.Azhirai screams, a dry, scratchy, cracked wail "NO! He lives... he lives... he must.. Wepwawep would not dare kill him... he is valuable... ". She quietens to muffled sobs, burying her head into Jahana's shoulder. "I know... I know..." Her eyes are closed and they weep tears. Her legs pull themselves up to her chest and she rocks slightly to and fro.Den Fa: [Under cover work, you know. ;)]Den Fa: [afk for now.]Trench shrugs before looking away from the lass, more out towards the nearby waters, "Perhaps he lives. Doesn't mean he'll come back. And even if he will, he certainly hasn't yet. And I doubt the reason is because the messenger was killed before the message was delivered. Whatever the case, I've housed you for this long, given my services to you, and continue to do so. For this, a price must be paid, you understand."[ Vision whispers, "~Sorry I missed you.~" to you. ][ You whisper " A regal yet trecherous man indeed. Dressed in a black attire underneath a long grey jacket that's done up with majestic looking silver buttons, his clothing comments on his rugged wolven appearance. Around his waist is a silken white sash that is tied tighly. Long thick hair of a shadow grey hue hangs down in an unruly fasion, which matches his icy, draconic golden eyes acceptionally. He carries a gift of a forked, silver tongue and a coiled, ebony leather whip at his side.Vision smiles at yet another arrival as she sits with Lufei, then recognizes Trench and extends to him her hospitality. "There are hot drinks as well as cold and although the mouse is not here right now, Ragabash will serve you, Trench." She tries not to laugh at the list Lufei provides.Ragabash catches sight of Trench, tensing for a moment though he does little more than watch teh canine.Vision muses, "Dark minded, I think I like that one best... tamer... not bad..."Trench nods slightly to the hostess as he enters. He quickly finds himself a nearby seat, resting himself down, calmly. He shakes his head slightly, declining, respectfully, the offer given. For the time, he watches.Vision smiles at Lufie, "And what sorts of labels have you acquired in your time here? I hear your home is a fine creation. I would like to visit it sometime. But you must be here on some kind of business. Not just out of curiousity. You look like a busy person to me."Lufei smirks faintly "Some wouldn't." He slowly shifted in his seat and leant his elbow down on the tabel, giving him a btter view of his surroundings..He chuckles and clears his throats "Some of my labels well.. They're not quite as admirable as 'tamer of beasts'." He grins a bit as he leans back "Indeed I have some business to conduct, with you."Ragabash chuckles "I'm not too sure about the 'tamer of beasts' one. Most of us are pretty well behaved."Vision lifts a brow, "Hmm, not all of mine are as admirable at that, either." Vision shoots Raga a glance, as if to shush him... "Oh, some of you are, but what were you like when you first arrived?" She redirects her attention to Lufei. "What type of business?"Lufei makes a 'hmmp' sound agreeing with Ragabash "Indeed." Ragabash ducks his head a little in embarassment with referance to how he arrived here.[ You whisper "(On the new server: http://twolfhound.dyndns.org/Pages/Trench/Wager.htm)" to Vision. ]Lufei nods politely as she is finally getting to the point.. "Transaction and friendly alliances are my business tonite..[ Vision whispers, "O.O" to you. ]Lufei: (tonite=today)Vision nods, "That is nice, I like friendly slavers. I find I can do good business with them. Did you have in mind, trade or boarding? Most do not want to leave the secrurity of my home once they have settled in. I would like to know more, about this alliance. But it should probably be conducted in private. I have an old friend that has just arrived that I have not seen in a long time. I would like to spend some time with him before that meeting with you, if that is something we can arrange >>Vision: >>now, I would be grateful to you."[ Vision whispers, "~Did it change?~" to you. ]Lufei shrugs "We can speak of it later if you wish, it's not a pressing issue."[ You whisper "(Just it's location.)" to Vision. ]Vision smiles pleasantly, "It is an issue I definitely wish to pursue though. And I like to know someone fairly well before stepping into and alliance that is binding in any way. We have much to discuss. Ragabash can guide you through my home if you like and we can set the meeting for sometime today." She rubs her smooth palms together and rises, taking her leave and motioning to Trench to follow her, if he will. Trench, of course, does so.[ The Chateau Vision whispers, "Welcome back, Trench." to you. ]Vision: [i will summon, it's a long way.]Vision: balconyYou say, "(Aye.)"[*] Vision asks you to join his / her company. To accept the request, type `join and press . To decline, type `decline and press [*] Vision summons you.(Lines of DragonSpeak: 2250)* Welcome to the Puss 'n' Boots Tavern, owned by Vision and operated by Chateau. Anyone is allowed in this part of the dream, but in order to go further Mistress Vision would like to know that you are 18 or over. Mature situations can arise and it is not the owner's intentions to harm impressionable minds. If you want to RP your way in as an uninvited visitor arrange it OOC with Chateau. The Chateau site can be found at: http://www.geocities.com/chateau_vision/Vision opens the door and takes a seat in her usual spot then watches as Trench takes his, smiling when he chooses the rug as always. Most who are dominant sit by her side unless directed by her to sit somewhere else. "Do I make you as nervous as you make me?"Trench offers a sly smirk, but shakes his head, "That depends, I suppose, as to just how nervous I make you. I'm more interested by you than anything. There are times that I wonder, and certain unknown feelings make me a little edgy, but never fearful by any means... Just... Anxious, perhaps?"Vision grins, flashing white teeth from behind her dark lips. "It varies in it's intensity and character. I suppose it could even be likened to excitement in a way. Nervousness just keeps us on our toes, it is not so severe as to be debilitating." She sighs in the cool night air and folds her paws into her lap, giving him an earnest look. "I have wondered when you would return and somehow this seems like a brief visit. I could be wrong about that so why don't you confirm my suspicions."Trench sighs as he looks to his paws. He returns with a hesitant nod before speaking, "Aye... I've been having quite a handful with the Gods, on a number of things. Dealing with protests of my existance, and training, and meetings as to where I'm to be, what I'm to be... Ah, it's a long explination. Short of it, though... I managed to escape, for a time. But, I know it won't be long at all before they take me, again."Vision frowns mischeviously, "Ah, we all have our Gods, large and small. If it were in my power to help you mollify them, I would. But I would have to know more about them and you are a powerful being. More so than I in many ways. It would be ludicrous for me to suggest it but if it were possible.... in some small way..." her voice drifts off as her gaze becomes more intense.Trench's eyes return upward to meet with your own. A playful grin lifts to his face before replying, "Against the gods, there's naught any furre can do. However, I can take the time that I have and enjoy it as I may. Which is why I'm here." His gaze falls downward, looking over the dark body before him.Vision does nothing to hide her body, exposed as it is, nothing seems amiss about it but it is changing slowly, imperceptively before his eyes if he chose to look deeper or had that kind of vision. "I have no slaves within my home now, all have gone or need to return and they will, given the time, with the exception of Ragabash and I fear he is not your type." She produces her own grin, slightly lopsided... somewhat playful.Trench chuckles at the implied suggestion. Still, he shakes his head, once more, lifting the chalice before him in a form of a toast, taking a slight sip before stating, "It's not your slaves that I seek the company of, this day. I am already in the company of that which I seek. If I remember right, we still have a wager to tend to. Thought I might make my play at that while I can."[ Destiny Song whispers, "(Boo.)" to you. ]* Current players: Ragabash, Vision, The Chateau Vision, Trench, Lufei, Khargha, Nicholae, Ashimar Shadow.* 8 players in the dream of The Chateau Vision.* 1826 total players online. Uptime 3 days 16:16* Max players this session: 2540[ You whisper "(Hm?)" to Destiny Song. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(Nothing. I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly earlier. I was at a friends house. >.>)" to you. ]Vision nods, "I thought as much and there is no doubt in my mind that this process will be a long one. I will go easy on you at first, I need to learn of your desires and fears, the speed with which you take to things." she bites her lower lip. "I am also fairly certain I will give birth to kits in another month. I have not felt their movement yet but such a condition makes me more sensitive to others in a few ways. Let me take you to my room and...." her voice trails off until she finds the >>[ Destiny Song whispers, "(I hope I did not bother you.)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Not at all.)" to Destiny Song. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(Do you have AIM, perchance? I fret that my Furc will begin to lag soon-- My PC is a piece. >.>)" to you. ][ You whisper "(TrenchWolfhound.)" to Destiny Song. ][ Destiny Song whispers, "(Ever since I broke my cable connection. @.@ Merci!)" to you. ]Vision: >>right word, "experiment for awhile... in a good way. If you came here expecting total immersion in pleasure, I can't promise that. I need to discover more about you though."Vision rises, "You may bring the chalice with you. It might loosen you up a little," she follows that with a lingering glance at him as he rises.Trench chuckles as he shakes his head, "Never do I expect to be surrounded by complete pleasure. That's just... Well, not something one should expect. At any rate, Congradulations on the new kit. Urm, yes. Be right there."Vision shakes her head, "This is odd, I am not sensing where to begin and that is not like me." She invades his space, feeling his body through his garments, testing for muscle tone and tenseness. She brings her muzzle close to his and waits for some reaction to her approach. [brb-doorbell.]Trench at first seems curious to the actions, but doesn't move to stop such things. Underneath his leather armor, his form is felt. Not as masculine as some within the realms, but well toned. The rest of his body seems to match the arms. Though his appearance is a bit relaxed, his muscles indicate great stress. Even upon the approach to his muzzle, his only motions are his eyes, watching intently, curiously.Vision: [back... without pamphlet]You say, "(Woohoo! Salesman!)"Vision: [worse... Jehovah's Witnesses]You say, "(Never had one.)"Vision: [even worse, this is such a small town, I knew him.]You say, "(Ew.)"Vision breathes deeply his scent, the leather she recognizes, the smell of a canine but with it's own unique tones. She scans him with her dark eyes as she steps away slightly and begins to undress him by unsnapping and loosening any garments she finds. She does this in a very matter of fact way with a look of curiosity that would more than match his own.Trench instinctively reaches for your paws as you tug at his garments, but catches himself, merely shaking his head with a smirk. At first, no signs of snaps are seen, and the armor seems so tight upon his body that they are not easily pulled off, if possible at all. Almost immediately, shadows shift around the armor, forming clasps, created cracks within the armor, permitting it to be more easily removed.Vision frowns at the resistance she first meets and withdraws her arms as she sees him reach for her wrists, taking one step further back and into a more defensive stance. Her eyes narrow into slits the blackness of them reflecting all available light to better study him. She waits patiently and sees that he has some control over his armor and waits until the process allows her to attempt the removal of the armor that binds him. She removes it in sections and places it carefully on a >>>Vision: >>nearby pillow. His upper body is exposed now and she smiles, as he looks like a normal canine to her. She knows her perceptions only go so far and what is essential is hidden from her, no matter if he is totally unclad. She begins with his trousers now, moving in more closely. The fall freely to the ground if they are loose fitting or move not at all, in which case she orders him to peel them off.Trench's pants are the same as his upper armor. Leather clad, and thick. As the armor, both upper and lower, are released, only to reveal a thin silk layer. He stands, a bit taller now that the weight is off of him, and seemingly even more confident than before. He nods with a slight smirk, his paw reaching up to touch softly at your own shoulder.Vision does not seem to find Trench's touch unwelcome as she stands firmly in front of him surveying his form once more, this time in silk so thin his form is clearly defined but still hidden to her eyes. She shakes her head, "This will not do. And since I have done the heavy work, it is only fair for you to disrobe completely on your own now." She turns from his paw deliberately to take another step back, to watch from a better vantage point.Trench smirks slightly, a paw raising to his chin in thought for a moment. He quirks a brow, looking to the lass before him, "The armor is cumbersome. However, I feel much more comfortable in this form. I don't typically completely disrobe unless there's... A truly strong reason. I'm sure this is enough to show you what you need. After all, I must keep some things for you to discover, no?"Vision eyes narrow even further than before, is such a thing were possible. She set her jaw firmly and her tone of voice changes, taking on an edge. "I am pleased to know that you are more comfortable, and so by the removal of your armor, you were doing yourself a favor as well. Many look upon my naked form day in and day out. Yet there is much to discover, garments or not. Now I must be burdened with finding a strong enough reason for you to stand as I am now? I believe I know>>Vision: >>what I will find already. Are you really so modest? Or just lax at taking instruction?"Trench waves his paw dismissively, "A bit of both, I think. Your everyday wear is nothing, as mine is armor. To remove my armor, I'm already more nude, relatively, than yourself. Perhaps if I walked nude often, I'd not feel so naked. My question is, why would you seek me to be in such a way?"Vision gives Trench a quizzical look, as if she wonders why he would pose such a question. "I need to inspect you, and it tests your willingness to obey and cooperate. There is much you can tell in the way someone disrobes, in the care they take of their garments, in their demeanor once they are truly exposed and I was wondering about your form. If it was exposed much, whether it would affect you in some way. Powers of shadow and all that... your body is perpetually in shadow while >>>Vision: >>>clothed. If it has no protection from light at all, would even the small amount in my room weaken you?"Trench delivers a slight smirk, his eyes examining your own, "There is much of my powers that you have to learn. How and why they work... But, now you make me self concious, knowing that you shall examine my every movement, critically... Still, you say you wish to see me without my outer shells, aye? Is it my true form, in it's fullness, that you wish to see displayed before you this day?"Vision shrugs, "I would be pleased to see any form if it will aid me in my endeavor and I understand how you might want to keep your secrets from me. I did ask you a direct question, though, one that you have side stepped and failed to answer."You say, "I had answered it... In a form. By stating that there is much of my power you must learn... However, to answer the exact question, simply... No, it might not please me, but it would not destroy me. But... If you wish to see my form... My true form... >>"Trench's eyes close. The shadows about the area begin to form about him, his shape becomming less discernable. After moments, his shape is near completely faded from it's original shape. And within only minutes more, the shadows take from his form, and return from where they had come, leaving nothing in their wake... Not even Trench. Nothing, save the armor that had earlier been removed from him. Still, a voice is heard echoing through the hall, "This... Is my true form."Vision watches the shadows coalesce about the body before her. She stands with arms crossed over her chest, not shaken but taking in every bit of information she can, no matter how unformed it is. She records this event in her mind, to think about it at another time while she remains very present to the voice calling disembodied from the air. [silks gone too?] She nods with understanding, not knowing if he can see her or not and calls out to him, you may return now, hopefully in >>Vision: >>your most natural state. Otherwise I might have more unpleasant tasks up my sleeves."Trench's voice is heard, echoing through the hall, once more, in laughter. The shadows quickly shift back to where he was, returning his furre shape, silks and all. He then explains, "This... As I am, now... Was what I was created as. As life progressed, I... Well, I was forced to take a less... Formed shape. In truth, I have no shape... Only a soul. And, it is my soul that holds the shadows together. My will, urm... If you will. Leaving me with no true form, outside of what I create for myself..."You say, "Though, I am curious as to just what you had up your sleeve... Considering you have no sleeves."Vision produces a lazy smirk for Trench, slowly gracing her lips and slowly departing from them. "I don't have any now but I do have a vast array of garments, made or ordered for me by those who would see me covered. I take to them occasionally, when travelling at times. I need to see that you are able to take instruction. You have denied me once, will you continue to do so? I suppose I could get more forceful but this first time, I had hoped it wouldn't be necessary as I know you are>>Vision: >>under some strain already. I always avoid using pain to start out with. And part of me believes you are not a bit shy but just testing me to see what I will counter with if disobeyed."Trench looks about the room, as if for the first time, though he looks upon it with a great familiarity. As his gaze wanders, he replies, "Were I a slave... Perhaps I would listen well. However, at this point, I'm as much a slave as you are. How am I unbroken, when I obey every command? That aside, I'm not shy, but I am a warlord... And it is my nature to never let down my guard, which is to include never completely exposing myself."You say, "Or, at least, as rarely as possible."Vision flashes Trench a cavalier grin, the tips of her fangs outlined quite well against her darkness. "Very well." Her tail slashes the space behind her, the silver filligreed casing that houses her blade flashes erratically until she snaps it open as if cracking a whip. The flat of the blade catches the light like her eyes do at times, she spins until she has accumulated enough to send a beam directly into his eyes, if successful in blinding him, she will use the blade judiciously and carefully to >>Vision: >>run several rents through the thin material, hopefully causing it to fall away from him and pool at his ankles on the floor. Trench raises his arms to block the oncoming light, albeit too late. His shining dark eyes blink, leaving a dull glaze to them upon opening. His paw draws to his side, reaching for a blade that was taken off with his armor. He clasps at his side in realization, but draws back, raising his claws as the blade whips across his body. He stands in a defensive stance as you pull back, his garments falling to the floor. Still, your intent isn't yet clear to him as he glares to you with those dull eyes, preparedVision: [is there more?]You say, "(There was gonna be, but I decided to end it off there. Thought the period went through. Sorry.)"Vision: [n/p]Vision feels a thrill run through her as she cuts away at the silken fabric and it's descend reveals for her what she had first asked for. She secured it with no cooperation but not as much resistance as she'd dealt with before. "I will be your Mistress, and you will take delight in serving me. That will be your goal and your purpose. I do not have to have a reason for what I bid you to do. Knowing it is my will is all you need to know. Asking questions is counter productive and you will >>>Vision: >>learn to trust me more than you have ever trusted anyone. Follow me now, I have a place for you to lie down that is warm and comfortable. I know how much you like comfort."Vision takes his paw, if allowed and leads him up the staircase.Vision: openVision: [I gotta get more furs down here.]Trench chuckles as he shakes his head, "You make good points, but it's all based on one untruth... That I would be your slave. You see, quite the contrary is the case, I believe. But, that shall have to come in time. You should learn well to take orders, yourself. You will soon need to know so. At any rate, yes, this is a bit comfortable." He looks down at his own body, a slight grimace reveals upon his face. "Hm, as of taking what one wants..." And he leaves the statement open.Vision hears his chuckling and is happy he is at ease enough to do so. It is not her intention at this point to upset him too much. Though when she hears his words trip so arrogantly from his lips, she decides to humor him a little and perhaps tease him as well. "I take orders from no one. I have been a slave and there is a reason I am not one now. I believe that if I were ever made a slave to you that you would be happy to be free of me in a very short time. I have many tricks as a >>Vision: >>Mistress and as a slave and I learn more with every passing day." She runs her smooth palms up to either side of his bare thighs. She peruses his body in front of him, caring not if he watches her and with a satisfied smirk on her face. "It's not over til it's over, Trench and I have quite a bit of stamina. All I have to do is get you used to the idea of a benificent Mistress who provides all and only wants your devotion."Trench quirks a brow in an amused gaze, "If you were my slave, you would quickly learn of my great patience, to those I deem worthy. As of being a slave, I've never been one, for as much reason as why you aren't, now. You ask of my desires... Of my wants and needs. Speak of one who provides, no? You want to know my desire? It's no secret... Everyone knows my greatest desire. And it's nothing any other than myself can gain, and owning you is one step closer to obtaining it."Vision lifts both brows, opening up her eyes more to him, "I pride myself on my patience as well. But I am not believer in lost causes or exercises in frustration. I have had bad luck with Masters and never had a Mistress. I will not ponder what type of Master you are or who you would resemble most. I am too set on my goal, not to give it my all and do the best I can. I am in no rush and I can approach your training on a trail and error basis." She hears his last words, of his goal and >>>Vision: >>her part in it. "You strive to conquer all that is worth having, is that it? And I will aid you in that goal? And I still do not know in what capacity you want me to serve you. I can't visualized it or comprehend what you imagine you will have afterward. Nothing but trouble is my guess. It might be easy to draw things together but holdin them there is much harder." She unsheathes her claws, barely and combs them through the fur on outside of his thighs, leaving trails and gently >>Vision: >>grazing the flesh below the surface in as tantalizing a way as possible. When done she begins at the top, near the meeting of his hip and leg.Trench pulls his arms back, his paws resting on the ground behind him, his body resting upon those hands. His sits before you, fully exposed to you. His body betrays his 'approval' on the conversation, not to mention the movements of your paws upon him. "You are close. I want power. Conquer all? Aye, but more importantly, power. You would be one more furre that I would hold power over. As of holding power, I've done it plenty enough times to know the difficulties that follow." >>Trench's paw reaches to touch your own, stopping yours from moving further on his body, though his gaze remains upon you, "And besides, one of us will have to win, in the end. And I never was one to lose, particularly if my freedom is on the line. As great a Mistress as you are, there is no furre that lives that can care for me as I need, Mistress, Master nor Mate. Prime reason why I never could hold a mate for long, I suppose. That's not to say that should you win, I would seek my...>>You say, ">>Vision: >>world domination?"[ Lenusk whispers, "(well enough, say.... were have you been?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Work... College... Takes up pretty much every minute of my days.)" to Lenusk. ][ Lenusk whispers, "(Ah, so thats it, I thought you had quit)" to you. ]Trench shrugs, looking to the other collar, as well. But leaves it as is, concluding the conversation in question to be one of great interest to him, "This land has grown full of idiots. Most of which, I care not if they acknowledge me or not. It's those rare few that still possess intellect that I hold interest in, such as yourself. It's not conquest. It's power. The power to do whatever I want, as I want. The power... Well, for many things. To help others, respect... Fear." He remains leaned forward>You say, ">Vision: >>dark eyes open as if a surge of energy has entered her and she leaps for the wrist that has eluded her so far, hoping to secure it and bind him helplessly, ending this little charade they have been playing. As she struggles with him she brushes against his straining member, rigid and smooth and almost shiny. It is hard for her eyes not to remain on it but it is not out of her sight for quite some time.Trench shakes his head slightly, "I'm not saying that I actually expect you to release me, I'm just saying your logic behind why you won't is off. You aren't merely holding me to try and learn about me. You hold me here to attempt dominance. As of respect, you say I have none for you for suggesting such, what is that to say you have for me for making such a statement so?" He's caught a bit off guard, his paw grasped and pulled back before he considers reacting. He attempts to pull in >>Trench... defense, but having three limbs already held, his leverage is increadibly poor, and he is able to offer little resistance.[ Lenusk whispers, "(So are you going to continue your plan to raise an army?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Not enough time to, these days.)" to Lenusk. ][ Lenusk whispers, "(*nods* point taken.)" to you. ][ Lenusk whispers, "(so what you plan to do, get in touch with old freinds and stuff?)" to you. ]* Sorry, there's no furre around right now with a name starting with lensuk! -- Beekin the Help Dragon[ You whisper "(These days? Just hang out...)" to Lenusk. ]Vision smirks wryly, "I don't have to have a reason to release you. I desire to have you helpless in my care. I could do any number of things to you now, and if would have been best if you have shown your trust in me. Next time it will come easier, once you see I don't really mean you any harm, far from it. I am tamin you Trench, bit by bit. I do not believe in and all out assault on a slave, I have had horrid results doing so, those ones tend to get suicidal and must be watched. Besides, logic>>[ Lenusk whispers, "(Anything else?)" to you. ][ Nephrim whispers, "(Wrapping up old buisness?)" to you. ][ You whisper "(Doing what I can.)" to Nephrim. ][ You whisper "(Do what I can. Cause what trouble needs to be caused.)" to Lenusk. ][ Lenusk whispers, "(Sounds good.)" to you. ][ Nephrim whispers, "It's curious you actually came on. I was talking about you yesterday with one of your old slaves which you disowned." to you. ][ You whisper "I disowned a slave? Which?" to Nephrim. ]Vision: >>is so over rated, don't you agree? I am learning how you respond to being dominated unwillingly, that is the first step. With enough knowledge and application of that knowledge it should be possible to get you to welcome dominance from the right person." She pulls his other arm back and secures it with the remaining cuff so that he is laying down on his back in a spread eagled fashion, resting his weight on his wings, buttressed a little so his back is slightly arches and presented >>>Vision: >>in all of his masculine glory.[ Nephrim whispers, "I forget her name... I'll find out for you though. She was rambling on about how you disowned her and how you were going to give her to some dragon. She was one of Juno's and I think from some place called Gor. Always talked like, 'This girl is happy to meet you.'" to you. ]Trench is indeed at full display. And though he seems discomforted by being so open, that which is shown seems to show great approval. (Sorry, phone.) He struggles against the restraints, mostly in curiosity. "Actually, being a furre of great logic, I'd disagree. As of being trained too hard at once... You think myself so weak willed that I would ever attempt suicide? I'm hardly that foolish..." He looks down, as he can, at his body, seeming a bit embarressed by his hardened member. Shadows begin>Trench... to shift under him, his body slowly lowering to the ground, his wings being removed from his body. Yet, he can do little more at the moment, than sit there, watching you, curious, aroused, yet helplessly cautious.Vision walks around and take her previous seat only now she scoots up a little closer to him because his legs are spread. She gazes dispassionately upon him and smiles, knowing he will not take her wrists from his body is she does not want to move them. She sighs and unsheaths her claws to begin where she left off earlier. "Tell me, how do you feel right now? Safe? I can see you are excited at some level but is that also internal with expectations?"Trench shakes his head, one of few movements he can still do. His body writhes under your touch, his tail swaying under him. "I know you would not hurt me, especially if you knew I was no threat to you, as I'm obviously not in this state. Expectations, though? I've learned with you to never expect anything, except perhaps the unexpected."Vision rakes and combs his thick fur, using less force over areas that are less thick, grooming him and learning every curve and plane of his body as she does so. She takes her time discovering anything that might be amiss and enjoying his textures and scent. She saves his most enflamed area for last, ignoring it though it pleads it's case well. The warmth of his body propelling his fragrance into the air around her. She begins by sheathing her claws, not wanting to snag him with the >>>Vision: >>sharpness of her clawtips. She cups and wieghs his nutsac in her paw, the smooth texture of it allows his stones to roll inside. She looks into his eyes and smiles. "What are you feeling now? Is it logical that one so steeped in power would be finding anything pleasant about this at all?"Vision: weighs*Trench grumbles lowly, his member jumping a bit at your touch. He growls lowly, turning his head aside, looking to a nearby wall. before answering, "The truth? It is my belief that every furre that holds a position of power secretly longs for to be taken care of, for one strong enough to hold power over them. But, despite the secret longing, there's a stronger desire to continue holding the image of strength. To actually be a powerful being. After all, isn't that what you first found attractive>You say, ">> within me?""Vision nods in assent, as she listens to his words. She continues with what she is doing, and moves up. Lightly stroking his enpurpled shaft, so lightly that it is barely touched. So rigid it is hugging his belly and takes some effort to angle it so she may move her paw under it. She chuckles at the end of his words. "I know only too well. I have a severe case of such a condition myself. Whereas you focus your urges for power outward, I focus mine inward. My home is my world and I have>>>Vision: >>struggles even here but I have never fallen to anyone. No doubt, for that very reason I don't think there will be a loser in this wager. I think the loser will be as much a winner as not. Else I would not have agreed to it. I don't know if your certainty that you will win, will help you much though."Trench sighs as his eyes close, his breath deepening at your touch, his hips shifting, almost unnoticably, to your paw. "You and I are very much alike, I think. I've always thought this. And it is rare, if ever, that I see any as an equal to myself. But, even then... It is this urge to remain on top, to never admit defeat to another, that would make me the victor, here. Not certainty that I will win. It is this urge to dominate that creates my certainty. Even if I did want to give in to you, my pride..."You say, "Wouldn't permit it."[ Lunomia Silver whispers, "hey" to you. ]* Sorry, there's no furre around right now with a name starting with lumonia! -- Beekin the Help Dragon* Sorry, that furre isn't in this dream! -- Beekin the Help Dragon* Sorry, there's no furre around right now with a name starting with lumonia! -- Beekin the Help DragonVision lifts a brow, "And you think that I am without pride? That I don't have many that... are devoted to me in such a way as to give their lives if it mattered? I have as much riding on this as you. In either case it will remain a secret from others. There are certain trusted ones I would inform. But it would destroy me with others and make me suspect in their eyes. Image is a funny thing, it can be repaired with time but time passes more slowly when you are dealing with such a thing. >>>Vision: >>the need to prove yourself again and again. My children, the grown ones are no threat to me but this or these next kits could very well be. They will be different but only time will tell. As for your eventual defeat, it is a shame that you would view it that way. As a struggle." She places both paws tenderly around his girth and squeezes gently, moving just a little along his length, feeling a little give to the loose flesh, feeling the veins give a little as she presses.[ Jahana whispers, "(I really HATE my connection)" to you. ][ Jakeio whispers, "Salutations, my good man." to you. ]Trench releases a soft gasp at the touch, his hips moving more into your grasp as you squeeze. His body shudders on your touch. Still, beyond that, there is little else he can do other than watch you, watch your every move. After a moment's pause, he finally returns an answer, "Like I said... I consider you an equal. I know it's as important to you as it is to me. Tell me, do you not view it as a struggle? An attempt to win? If not, why not just give in to me?"* Sorry, there's no furre around right now with a name starting with jaleo! -- Beekin the Help Dragon[ You whisper "Greetings?" to Jakeio. ][ Jakeio whispers, "A pleasure. Might I ask, are you familiar with a friend of mine by the name of Divena? She seeks your company, and I was rather surprised to find you myself." to you. ][ You whisper "Can't say I'm too familiar with the bane,,," to Jakeio. ][ You whisper "Ur, name.. Sorry." to Jakeio. ][ Jakeio whispers, "Ah... she used to work for you. So she tells me. " to you. ][ You whisper "May have. Many have, it's hard to keep track of everyone." to Jakeio. ][ Jakeio whispers, "Ah. She was a pleasure slave... she told me you'd found her in the slave pens a while back, and had brought her to your place, surprisingly not for the particular type of work she was used to recieving. She ended up being some kind of greeter or what not..." to you. ][ You whisper "Ah, aye... That's a something of a start out position. Divena, eh? I think I may remember her..." to Jakeio. ][ Jakeio whispers, "I shall get her for you... " to you. ]* Sorry, there's no furre around right now with a name starting with jakei! -- Beekin the Help Dragon[ Divena whispers, "If you are not busy, Trench... I would like to meet with you. It's been a while. I don't blame you for not recalling me." to you. ]Vision lowers her head, dark curls cover his thigh and stomach, wash around the base of his cock, trail over his nutsac... teasing him. She rubs her temples and forehead over the sparsefur that blankets the crease between his leg and his torso. She spreads a fragrance of her own upon him to lighten the scent that he his shed into the air, in intermingling of them both. She does loosen her grip dramatically and slides her smooth skinned palms up and down his length, until she smells the scent>>[ You whisper "I've not recalled you by any fault of your own... I've not been around, myself, sadly. To no fault of my own, either. However, as I attempted to tell your friend, I'm not really currently available. The moment I become such, however, I shall seek you out." to Divena. ][ Essodus whispers, "Heh, so you've actually come back to furc." to you. ][ You whisper "For the time." to Essodus. ][ Divena whispers, "I understand. No need too seek me out at all, actually... it was just nice to get in touch again." to you. ][ Essodus whispers, "INcase you dunno, this is Seph Tenchuu. The dude that fought you, Meph, and Xerakon while drunk and with other shit goin on XD" to you. ][ You whisper "I'd wish to seek you out." to Divena. ][ You whisper "Aye, I recall you." to Essodus. ][ Essodus whispers, "So...what's up?" to you. ][ Divena whispers, "If you insist. Then I look forward to your free time." to you. ][ You whisper "Nothing, at the time." to Essodus. ]Vision: >>of his salty sweet pre in her nostrils. She murmers, her voice almost sleepy and grown somewhat deeper, "It is a playful struggle. I will do some of the things I have done to break a slave, simply because it makes them useless. I would not do that to you because I do not feel you would treat me in such a manner. For me, winning is not everything and often the holding of power is very deceptive. It is not as simple as you make it out to be." She shrouds her dark eyes with their >>[ Essodus whispers, "Heh, I'm walkin around in Dark Realm for the first time in ages. Nice dream...I think..bah.wait, I can't be here for the first time in ages. Cuz..I've never been in there before, XD" to you. ]Vision: >>lids, lashes sweeping down to cover anything hint of what is within, "I did consider it. But I have my pride, and my expertise. I long for a Master, one that I have never had, one that probably does not exist and I don't give up easily. Not even to someone as practiced in the various arts as you probably are."[ Don Salieri whispers, "You wished to speak with me?" to you. ][ You whisper "Not at this moment." to Don Salieri. ]Trench shakes his head, yet can't resist releasing a soft gasp. His hips shift a bit stronger into your paws, and, indeed, a small dose of juices begin to emit from him. "I know, and I understand. I'm in the same boat, almost completely. Neither of us want to give in ourselves, but we both, somewhere within, hope the other wins. As of power, I've held it enough times to know the ins and outs of it all." His tail whips from under him, thwapping at your paw, "But, despite our desires, neither of us>>You say, "Would give in to the other without giving it our best fight."Vision hears his gasp, ears swivel to the sound of his breathing and she swallows as she still rubs her own spicy musk into her groin, switching sides to ensure equal measures, her scent glands leave her temples a glossy black as she raises her head to look over his body and into his face. "I don't plan to make it easy on you even if I lose. And I suspect that you will not make it easy on me, either way. As for power, there are many kinds and they are wielded in different ways. If you >>Vision: >>are good at all of them, then life is easy but it is easier if it is hidden power and less likely to arouse envy."Trench's head leans back, finally resting against the ground, more concentrating on what's occuring to his body. His nose sniffs a bit intently, picking up your own unique scent quite strongly. His shallowed breathing actually begins to effect his speech, though only slightly, "And you... Do you seek, now, some form of power over me? Would you long to own me, to have my loyalty for you? For one as myself to belong to you... However you may seem fit?"Vision is finished marking him with her scent and breathes in the combined fragrance, finding it very pleasant. She begins to purr lightly and when answering him her voice takes on a muffled quality as she can't seem to stop the small vibration laying hold of her throat. She murrrs, "I have some amount of power over you now, in case you hadn't noticed. It is of a fleeting variety but if repeated often enough when you please me, or given something less pleasant when you do not please me, >>Vision: >>I can only hope for the best, that you will succumb to my persuasions. I have all the time in the world to accomplish this. And I will do so at my leisure and with assistance if I need it. As for owning you, I seek to own any slave worth owning. You would not be one of many, you would be special to me because of the time it took to capture you and train you. Every slave is special in their own way though." She watches him, purring more deeply now that she is finished talking. She >>Vision: >>looks at the shiny bead of moisture in the well of his tip and flicks her tongue into it, spreading the slick and shiny fluid, using her tongue to coat the smooth flanged head of his cock, painting it with his pre.Trench releases a soft moan, his body near shaking under you, "Yes... You have a power over me, at the moment. I will give you this. You have created a form of need within me. A need that has always been within, but dormant... But, now..." His body shifts, as if proving his point of a longing, "Now it's brought a bit more to the surface, obviously. I know your intent, I see it... And maybe I do have some form of expectations... I just..." His body shudders, once more. "If I were to submit to..."You say, "You... What is it you would desire from me?""Vision swabs around the smooth curved surface once more, drawing her rough tongue into her mouth and then licking her lips as she inspects the surface to make certain she covered it well, it gleams and shimmers as she beholds it. She doesn't want to believe her ears and so questions him about what he has said. "Dormant... you are older, this desire should be part of your day though, to release it might still some of the power seeker within you. Clearly at times you are used by it rather >>Vision: >>than the other way around." She pauses a moment and shrugs, "I have such desire but it is not as prevalent in me, my desires are not something I make known to many. And are you asking about submission in this one case or far into the future? I think I am confused.Trench's member glistens in the faint light. It remains strong, and his tension relaxes as your tongue releases from him. "There is much within me, things that I secretly long for. If these things had been revealed, I might not be here, this day. But, whether I win this, or you do, I know that we shall not see a seperation from each other. You are one, I believe, I will be able to trust for endless days to come. And though these things may help be the fall of me..." >>Trench takes in a deep breath, before continuing, "You know.. You begin to know, and, as a rarity, I think you actually begin to understand who I am. What I want... What makes me tick, I suppose. I find this both comforting, and disturbing... But, time will tell if you will figure these things out."Vision gives Trench a firm swat on the side one of his hip to bring him to full awareness, "It is not my duty to figure you out, slave. Now I am the Mistress for as long as this struggle lasts. It is -your- duty to figure out what i want. I will even be helpful and tell you what that is most of the time. You will address me as Mistress from now on, when we are alone together, otherwise Vision is fine. You will be able to tell where you fit in my estimation by what I address you as. If you are>>Vision: >>pleasing me I will call you by your name, Trench, giving you a measure of respect. Dear one is my term for anyone dear to me, slave or not. Some slavers do not like me to use the term on them once they h