Member #4738 created: 2006-07-31 20:31:23 | Simple URL: http://fake.swedma.com/4738 |
Oh Yeah back to the classic shit.
Rawr Bitches.
Drunk-ass | Slut | Slave |
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Adventurer | Sex-monster | Crazy kid |
Bondage artist | Bondage art | Rebel |
Obedient servant |
Sharing experiences | Female | Male |
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Slave | Sexaddict | Younger than 18 |
18-30 years | Mistress | Slim people |
Short people | Tall People | bisexuals |
genderless | heteros | hypersexed |
necrophilia | bondage-making | bondage-tying |
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stalking | raping | giving spanking |
having spanking |
Age: 116 |
Khand'haz stalked silently towards his mistress. His somewhat baggy pants swaying and his vest open exposing his pure black skin. The white locks that drifted down his head was calling card of his people, the dark elves. Now his eyes shifted to a gray color. She had called to him and he for some reason found ignoring it was not an option. He had been walking his feet under his control but he didn't know where they were taking him. He didn't care. Her show of mental poweress always left him agitated. Why couldn't she have passed on the Telekenetic and Telepathic abilities she had? He was know throughout the dark as the assassin of choice. People paid him top dollar because his skills with a blade. Alive he had been the top weaponmaster of his homeland. Dead he was no less skilled... As he rounded the bend he stopped suddenly. There she was. Drapped in her normal black dress. The smoothness of her pale skin made her a beauty but he had though that was just want the vampyric DNA demanded. Beauty. He had fell in love with her as a mortal. Now he was in no less love but he was no longer under her powers...to a point. "Hello Alice" He had purposely dropped her last name. Some would think that a disrespect. She hated her father, but loved him as well. How ironic. In the Dark, families lasted longer then any...and they found new blood to bring in. He had been her first change...and her last. Dark elves like Khand were against the rules to change. That is how he had become but he had chosen to not change his family. The baskstabbers would rather see him dead then watch his power only advance. How pitiful. He murder them to a person. He smiled in recollection. Raziel stepped his way through the crowded corridors. The light that flirted the path in the area shone off his skin as his determined stride sent him straight towards the source of the light. "Raziel! What are you doing?" came the voice so familiar. The transparent wings that fluttered down the mysterious figure's, known only as Raziel, back. It caught the light and reflected it brillantly. A small boy, the source of the voice, approached the man still calling as he came closer. "Dai, what is it?" the voice from Raziel would have shocked someone that didn't know him. It was the opposite of what was expected. It carried with it the sound one would swear came from the chorus of God's own choir. Dai stopped infront of the Angel looking not in the least bit like he he cared that Raziel might be in a hurry. "Where are you going?" came the reluctant question. "Dai, no foolishness. I am in a hurry. What do you want?" the impatience in<br> his voice pierced the melody of his angelic voice. As expected, the scorned child dropped his head and walked away. Raziel's gazed followed, an icy blue pair of orbs, finally turned back to the lightened corridor. His pale complexion immediately contrasted his raven stark hair. Continuing on his passage, blood soaked memories shattered the peace in his mind. Stepping towards his destination he heard the doors shut and the presence he'd been waiting for began to carassed his body. It made him feel naked, but it wouldn't have mattered. This was the Divine Eye. This was God. Raziel waited while the deity delighted in the masterpiece that was his body. Being created with the thought of an angel brought about the beauty that the Rank entitled. He was anything but an Angel. The child like tendencies of God had started out a thousand or so years ago. It was as if the Divine One had all of the sudden became an All powerful three year old with the wisdom of the universe at his command. It had unnerved his devoted, but no one questioned him. Raziel felt the release as he closed his eyes. When he re-opened them the intensity has had returned and his voice beamed with servitude. "My Lord, you sent for me?" For a long time no answer came. Suddenly the voice filled his everything, "Raziel, you have been my treasure since I created you those millenia ago. I have a mission for you. The Darkness devours my lightly, vanish the evil." The voice went silent and the light that had viberated with the symphonic tones. Composing himself without a word Raziel turned and left. The words to his mission burned into every cell of his being. Purify the Darkness. And so the assassin re-awoke and death was his market. But for whom did God wish cleansed.
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alcohol | art | books |
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games | electronics | film |
motorcycles | music | party |
plants | porn | plain role playing |
smoking | writing |