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spent 40 dollars just to walk around and try to find my drunk friend / her boyfriend. didn't find them, drove the 25 minutes BACK home and now im mad so I'm going to bed lol. will try to be here tomorrow!

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ksenia solo in lost girl 4.02

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SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO

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personally i do not think any of my replies tonight have been GOOD but they have been DONE and that's more than I can say for the last week or so. Please forgive me haha.

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There surely WAS a sense of empathy washing over her as the wolf continued to gnaw at the very trap that rooted him to the spot, but even so - Shadowheart couldn't completely forget the sense of terror still held deep within her chest. It was one of her ONLY memories after all, and the very one that shaped her into who she was today. So while she continued to approach, her stance was cautious. Not only COULD the thing get lose at a moments notice, but she did well to NOT forget where she was at the same time.

They WERE shrouded in MURKY fog after all, visually cut off from what was around them, and if there were traps? There were dangers that she hadn't known about until now. Hunters? KILLERS? Or perhaps simply people trying to survive in such harsh lands. One didn't know, but she could dwell on it later. Right now she decided to stay focused on the task at hand. When the WOLF presented itself as nothing more than a wounded animal in need of some help, Shadowheart allowed herself to overcome her fears and close the distance between them completely.

At first she had rounded the poor thing, coming in at an angle that presented her with the least likely chance of harm and then she dropped to her knees beside the TRAP. With one hand still hanging onto the torch, the cleric shoved the pointy end into the dirt beside her so now both hands were free to pry open the metal prison this poor being found themselves in. Of course if she had KNOWN it was Halsin in disguise, she'd move with more haste but with her CURRENT knowledge? She moved slow and cautious. As to not startle the beast. But MOVE she did, and eventually with what strength she possessed, she WAS able to pry the thing open and the wolf's leg was freed.

Before pulling back however, the young half elf decided that there was ONE more thing she could do. Hands clasped together gently around the BLEEDING wound and with a muttered spell upon her lips, the wolf's leg GLOWED green without warning. A HEALING spell was the least she could do, but then with that she moved back a foot or two and eyed the creature with a wary sense of unease. She was READY to bounce back up onto her feet at a moments notice, but she stayed there for the time being and took a deep breath before whispering softly as if to appease the thing before her. ❝You're alright now.❞

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With a trap came the unsettling fact that there were hunters in the area. Perhaps camping close enough to hear his struggle-...that alone caused him to grind his teeth in an attempt to stifle the wolf's sniveling. In wild form, he was not ever truly himself-...the beast's spirit had some sway, and so it was difficult to calm the trapped animal's nerves- pained whines especially.

With his belly to the ground, he regarded the jagged and bloodied edges of the contraption clamped over his paw. The blood-red of his injury stood out vividly against fur the color of snow and ash mixed.

His heart had yet to stop beating wildly before the sound of approaching footsteps stirred his heart anew. Hopping up onto his three good paws, Halsin wheeled his head around to snarl a warning at whoever dared approach-...though the growl was short lived when he saw Shadowheart approaching. Damn...of all the people-...the one whom was nervous of wolves was the one to find him.

Tail lashing behind him frantically, he pulled back a ways, though could go no further than the length the trap allowed- and it did not allow much. So when he pulled back more than its allowance, prompting flesh to rip, he could not hold back the sharp whine and yip that had him thrashing his fur out as if he were to rid himself of a thick layer of water...but pain was not so fluid to simply discard.

Without much choice left, he pressed his cheek to the ground as his eyes cut up at her...his back end raised and tail tucked under him, he emitted a series of sharp whines in her direction, followed by a full body shudder. After a moment's pause, he set back to the task of chewing at the steel jaws, wishing he could simply change back to assure her he was not the threat she saw in such a beast. A moments struggle led him to lay across his belly and later - cut his eyes up to her in the same sort of shame a family mutt with a belly full of bed slippers might present.

[...it hurts-]

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She should have KNOWN he'd find a way to be a little shit. But FUCK the way that he had managed it in this moment left her WANTING to whine with protest without a second thought. Thankfully she was able to reign it in just enough to allow merely a HUFF of breath out instead, but still ... he was observant. He'd know just what she was thinking. And what was that? That she was TRAPPED in half her garments, unable to move as freely as she'd like. But for the moment, she wouldn't do anything about it. Not while he was otherwise giving her exactly what she WANTED. Head tips back as his tongue dives in for his FEAST and the whine melts away into a stifled groan. Fuck, he's only just begun but already that feeling of pleasure is warming through her body again. GOOD. If only she could POP her knee up onto his shoulders ... but this would have to do. The hand still upon his neck then SHIFTS from the side, towards the back as if to HOLD him in place and her hips JERK forwards ever so slightly at his skill. ❝F..fuck.❞

"Good." He lets her take his hand, and presses it upon her garment. In the next instant, he shreds the garment down to her knees, not taking them off entirely, perhaps because he didn't need to, or perhaps he knew it would frustrate her a bit to be stuck at the knees. His claw comes to her undergarment, and tears the fabric down the middle, not bothering with even tearing it off.

Raphael presses his face against her skin again, horns touching at her stomach, slightly scratching at her, as his lips press lower, pressing against the heat of her, one of his hands does come to her thigh, gripping it, and spreading them apart slightly, before that forked tongue touches her inner thigh, and and traces inward, teasing still, closer and closer. Raphael has a smirking look in his eyes that glance up, when he plunges his tongue in her.

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Shadowheart can't help but allow her face to LIGHT up just a little as his does and she feels the warmth of her booze spread out into her limbs with ease. It's SO tempting to just allow it to consume her sometimes. Not only the TINGLY feeling it gives her, but the lighthearted feeling in her chest as well. Too EASY would it be to let herself take a break and ENJOY something for once. But no, she had a mission - tonight though? That mission wouldn't go anywhere ... she could take THIS night for a break. But at his question, she was forced to shake her head. Oh no, even WITHOUT her memories, she knew she had never done a thing like that before. After all, the things he was describing involved far too much WATER and Shadowheart simply couldn't swim. With a chuckle though, she'd respond with the same light hearted nature that he had done so with. ❝Can't say I have - but I could POSSIBLY be convinced to watch? From a safe distance of course.❞

The man laughs, crossing his arms. “I have my own rod. It’s foldable, I keep it in my tent for- Well, for when I am quite bored, really.” He shrugs. “I use for fun more than I do to feed myself, although a good cooked cod is quite a treat after a long day on the shore.”

“I may take you up on that offer! Do you fish? Perhaps dive or cage catch?” His tone tells just how excited he’s getting to possibly be talking to another fish enthusiasts however much he wills his face to hide it. “Spear catch? Some like to get fancy and use their harpoons, but that is rather expensive.”

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❝Why be selfish, when you do that enough for the BOTH of us?❞ It's a quick witted little jab. Nothing MORE. And with it out of the way, she allows him to continue while she INDULGES in another sip of wine. If the party below were to go as INTENDED it would be rather boring in her mind, so might as well get a little tipsy. Though his words HAD sparked a promise of MORE a moment ago, so she wouldn't indulge TOO much. One glass between them couldn't hurt though, right? Right.

Shadowheart continued to smirk in his direction as he went on about the stones and knowing that they were better off as a TEAM than enemies. Perhaps he was right, but still she couldn't stop the urge to roll her eyes - just a little bit. He always managed to speak to her as if talking down to a child. It would be INFURIATING if she only allowed him to get under her skin, but as it stood? She was able to brush such comments off and instead turn her attention down to the stone of his in QUESTION.

❝You sure DO worry about my pretty little head a lot don't you?❞ Her smirk melts away into something more sickly sweet and without any further notice than that shift upon painted lips, one hand reaches out to almost LOVINGLY stroke the stone upon his hand. It's a gentle little move, one that shouldn't make him JUMP back with a scare or anything and then she sighed. Just as LONGINGLY as one would if she truly DID wish to acquire his stone, but in fact it was the exact opposite of what she wanted to do.

NOT because of the energy it would require like he had mentioned, but she simply didn't want to get in over her head. The plan was ALREADY risky enough, and Shadowheart KNEW she needed to be realistic. If things went SOUTH she would need to drop everything and disappear on a moments notice. If she had not ONE, but TWO stones, all eyes would be on her. It would be impossible. So no, she didn't REALLY want to steal his stone. But a girl could TEASE just a little more.

❝But purple really IS my color, don't you think?❞ In one fluid motion, fingertips JUMP from his stone, and end up on the one upon her necklace instead. The thing dangles there between her breast and suddenly she cocks her head to one side as she regards him just as intensely as before. ❝You must think so ... if you went out of your way to match this to your own.❞

He had a great deal of respect for Shar and her followers. They were dangerous, efficient—their operations were not altogether dissimilar from those of the Banites. They dealt heavily in the trade of information, and they knew how to exploit an opportunity when it fell into their hands. He certainly felt he had more in common with Shadowheart than their other conspirators: Ketheric, a forlorn bag of bones swept straight from the crypt, and Orin, a frenzied hunter who made a habit of breaking the rules. Both of them had the potential to eventually become a problem. But Shadowheart? She was elegant, practical. For all that she liked to tease, she knew the benefits of their alliance outweighed any petty differences.

There was only one tenet of the Sharrans he could not seem to reconcile: their utter lack of worldliness. For all their power, for all their ambition—traits blessed by Bane—they chose to deprive themselves of worldly pleasures. Gortash understood the virtues of hard work as well as anyone; but what was it without a bit of play?

“Your devotion to Lady Shar is most admirable,” he remarked, relinquishing the goblet without fuss. “But I do wish you’d be selfish once in a while. How might that black heart of yours indulge if you just let slip the leash?”

It wasn't lost on him—the vaguely predatory slink in her steps, the spark of the hunt in emerald eyes. Perhaps he should have felt threatened under the gaze of a Sharran Justiciar, but fear never got him anywhere. He'd earned his place, the same as she. They were monsters alike, cut from the same violent cloth. The danger in her stare simply made him smile as he poured himself another cup of wine.

“And why should I want your stone? So that I can command complete control of the Elder Brain? Please. There’s ambition and then there’s foolhardy. If I wanted the stones all to myself, I never would have brought you into this scheme in the first place. The Elder Brain is exceptionally willful—I’ve no interest in expending all my energy trying to bring the damned thing to heel.”

A pause. He considered her there, a paragon of beauty draped in silver, the handsome sapphire necklace a chain of stars around her neck. “And while we’re on the subject, should that pretty little head of yours be considering a plot to acquire my stone, might I suggest you reconsider? We’ll get nowhere trying to rip each other apart. The only way we succeed is if we work together.”

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Lost Girl  |  1x04 - “Faetal Attraction”

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❝Then let's get to it, shall we?❞ It might have been nothing more than for PLAY, but Shadowheart decided to take it seriously enough. When the wizard rose his hands and began to step around her, she mirrored him. Perhaps with a little more GRACE if she were granted an ounce of selfish thought, but in step they were regardless of who LOOKED better doing it. Her eyes DANCED from his face, to his hands, to his feet, taking in the whole picture - just as she was TAUGHT. Don't let any step go unnoticed. She had to be EVER vigilant, even in such an unserious state as this was. Though admittedly, when he GRAPPLED at her, she was surprised to see him make the first move. And therefore he LANDED hands where he had aimed, but she recovered well enough and so when he lent, she pushed back. Both hands GRIPPED at his forearms and with a level head, she twisted her hip and swung out a leg - better to PIN him on the ground now and get it over with.

Gale grins, arching the structure of his handsome brow, a playful flick. "Not a chance."

The match begins. Gale keeps utmost careful to not open a vulnerable opportunity to her. Hands raised as he sidesteps. In the physical courses at the academy his skill was never patience, growing bored far too quickly with lessons that didn't offer an arcane challenge. It shows as he goes to grapple her. One hand upon her shoulder, the other at her hip. He leans his weight against her in an uneven way, seeking to throw her off balance the moment her stance changes.

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I really am determined to do drafts and things for both here and @darklyurged so if you wanna do things with either of my girls just let me know. Also be aware that they are both in a sinday kind of mood despite it being Monday lol

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KSENIA SOLO as KENZI MALIKOV LOST GIRL | 1.04 "Faetal Attraction"

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romancing gale this play through but damn i made him hot

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successfully saved Alfira by knocking her ass out and no one is the wiser :) thank goodness lol

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Despite the fact that she TOO was a magic user, it always seemed to IMPRESS her when Gale would make a display of using his own powers. She smirked softly at the way a circle appeared around them and emerald eyes danced around to take it all in before returning to him with a sudden intensity. If he wanted to do this, she wouldn't deny him of it. With a nod then, Shadowheart agreed to his terms and reached out to take his hand within her own. ❝Sounds like a FAIR enough fight for me.❞ After all, despite the way she APPEARED younger than him, they had to ACTUALLY be about the same age right? They both wielded weapons and fought HIDIOUS monsters on a daily basis - maybe she wasn't giving him enough CREDIT. ❝Just don't go on to WHINE all night WHEN I beat you, yeah?❞

Gale sweeps his hand through the air, a curt motion with his fingers flat. "If we can't agree then I'll set the ground rules. I'd rather not have my hair pulled, I'm partial to a clean match." With the flick of his wrist a circle is drawn in the dirt around them.

"We remain within the bounds. Winner pins the other for ten, or until a tap out, or full body outside the lines." Gale cuffs his sleeves up his forearms, rolling his shoulders. "No magic, no blades, no gauging or fancy Sharran tactics." Gale extends his hand for a friendly shake. "On your word then?"