So! Totally pimping this persons auction in hopes they get more interested parties. If you guys are into preposes and such, you should DEFINITELY give this a look-see. :3 Promises to be some fine art, and I doubt you would leave disappointed. ^w^

Da Urction: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9397036/

So, folks! It's another opportunity for free art in the form of a raffle. You guys should go check it out. Maybe even give the artist a look-see. Seems they're always looking for more customers. I don't know them too well myself, but seems nice enough. Go check it out and, if nothing else, join the raffle. :3

Best of luck to y'all. ^w^

Link:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4095741/

So, my mate  12eku, and I were talking about art, as we do when we peruse the vast expanse of the interbawls, and came up with a few ideas we need to get arted at some point. This entry is to be a checklist of sorts for those ideas, as well as for some other stuff in general that must be done and not forgotten. :3 What we have in mind so far...

~Vore Art (His character consuming my own in some fashion. Undecided as to what KIND of vore, just not gory xP) REF: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9469626/ Arm-bindings - Minus the full leather. Belts only.
~Dual-Cosplay Art (Cloud+Tifa on bike)
~Graphic/Rough Sex Art (Thareal taking Alune)
~Custom Collars IRL
~Sylia/Thareal/Alunis Tanta/Ovi Art

More shall be added as it is thought up, but this is a good starting point for keeping track. Things done shall be crossed off. ^w^ These were just things we'd nearly forgotten that SHOULD NOT GO FORGOTTEN, DAMMIT! >x3

SO! In conclusion... more a journal for he and I, but.. you're welcome to look if you like. x3

For those of you not interested in personal emotional asshatery and general break-downerism, please do not read further. I am not looking for help or condolences, I am just letting it out because I need to. I can't help but feel that letting it out will help...

So... as some may know, but most probably don't, my ex called today saying her plane trip got bumped up in schedule so, rather than pick my son up on Sunday night, as planned, she picked him up tonight... approximately an hour and a half ago. That said, I thought I would be okay with it... ready to transfer him back to his mother and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, I was not. I don't think anybody can ever FULLY be ready for it. To be rid of a loved one, even if only for a time. As it is, he will be gone 3 months per the court arrangement. He'll even be back by his birthday, so yay there. But as he walked off with her to get the last of her baggage from the plane (She's staying in CR tonight and heading home early in the morning) I just couldn't help but feel a hurt watching him walk away with her...
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I was glad, however, that he wasn't breaking down like the last time I gave him back to her. Reaching out for me and crying. I guess... I was both glad... and a little sad at the same time. I would have loved to see it if only to know he wanted back in my arms... a thought that makes me cry all over again even now. That said... he went off happily... my mother, my sister, and I all got hugs and kisses, and we spent 30 minutes or so with him and his mother before she had to be going. But watching him go still hurt. I keep envisioning it and it starts welling more tears...

Then we left the airport without incident. Nobody talked. I think we were all upset, but nobody was crying... yet. Not knowing he was going back today, I was up late with my brother last night, as he visits about once a month, offered a nice ending to Anthony's visit, I suppose, but... still... as we drove home, I was tired. And feeling emotionally strained. Depression turned to sleep. I don't know what happened for the last half of the drive home, but I woke in the driveway with my mother asking if I had my key. I, of course, told her yes. She told me to go in and clean up and such. No idea where she was going, I didn't ask. My sister went with her also. Gods know what they're up to even now.

That said, I went inside and started the cleaning, still stable, but... that didn't last long. A few toys into the cleaning, I started being struck by memory after memory of my son... and I've already broke down two or three times, needing a break to write this in hopes it might abate my tears.

I... I miss him.

It hurts not having him here. To see all the toys, the things he loved, the memories of him playing... of him coming to see me and sharing what he was thinking or doing... seeing the light in his eyes at the fascination with the world... Fuck... can't see the keys...
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I think now of the shows we would watch every day... his morning-afternoon line-up of kids shows... teaching him about the world... watching him learn the songs to the adorable kiddy shows. Shows I would never even CONSIDER looking back at if it weren't for having my son. I see his smile... and I find myself missing the cuddling. I just want to hold him again. And I can't imagine going to sleep will be any kind of easy tonight. It will hurt... and I don't know when it will stop hurting... just that it will.

We planned to go to the aquarium tomorrow... but the ticket business stopped that. Tarnished what could have been beautiful memories to continue to hold onto, but I imagine would still cause their own hurt... just like when I found his big red snake from the zoo we went to. Every toy is a memory... and putting them away makes me sob. But... I have a lot to do yet... a lot of cleaning... it's not being put away... just... nearby... out of the way. The Christmas tree feels ill-placed without him... thinking of how he helped my mother and I decorate it... seeing his pictures all around the house... it doesn't help, I promise you. And what's worse is I haven't had good reason to cry for quite a while... so doing so hurts a lot more than I remember. Not just emotionally, but physically... I have such a headache right now... but the crying doesn't stop. Again... it will, I know, but... fuck.

*Sighs* Writing this has helped SOME, but... this may not be the last of my writings on this... and I'm sure I'll get into the job hunting drama that will spike in his absence soon enough. But this was a journal to my son. I will miss him. And I will be thinking about him. I love my little Anthony. Even if it hurts.

To those of you who read through this, I thank you for taking the time to peer into my life... my sadness. And if any of you are, or have, tried to support me... thank you for that also... means a lot. I'm sure I'll need my friends to help me get through this all the way. For now though, I am done here. Be well, everyone... and again, thanks for listening.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4063783/

Go take a look at her stuff. It's pretty damn awesome, and best of luck to those of you who participate. :3

Posting dis for a chance at some free Christmas-themed art. You guys should take a look-see for yourselves! : O
Linkeh~ : https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4059398/

So! A friend of mine was asking for help getting this artist commissioners and watchers, and I was more than happy to oblige. When I went there, I found out they are even offering some free work to get some recognition. I'd say this is a magnificent opportunity for any and all fo you who love getting art. And, if you have the means, definitely throw some funds this one's way. Their art is actually pretty impressive. : O ~<3

Ze Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4049529/

Got linked by Jinxy on dis one, so a shout-out to her, but you guys should DEFINITELY check this artist out. Damn fine work and offering potential free arts, but only if ya get in before Thanksgiving, so hurry along, kiddos! x3

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4048789/

I am MORE than happy to say it. I am above and far beyond that renowned cloud of joy. I know not where I have landed myself, but it is a place outside of time and hate. It is a place where only my mate and I exist happily. I write this journal not out of obligation of any kind, but of utter inspiration and harmony. I am higher now... than I have been in a SEVERELY long time. I really can't put my finger on what makes my mate so wonderful... I just can't. But I know he knows how I feel, even without reading this. I will be honest with you all.... I've been in relationships with men before... and enjoyed them, no less. But this? I don't even know what this is! It's so fucking amazing! I'm practically shaking over here! On top of that, we've beautiful plans for New Years! We've talked about it and talked about it, and it's DEFINITELY decided. I WILL be there with him when we ring in the new year... I WILL hold him close... and I will finally get something I have wanted for a very long time... to share the first kiss of the new year with that person most special in my heart.

We have a NUMBER of things planned for this visit already, and while I cannot say we'll get them all in, I know that we'll get in a number of HIGHLY significant ones that I just can barely contain myself in waiting for! <3 I knew back when I accepted him as my mate, that he made me happy. I knew it then. But I NEVER expected to feel this... this IMMENSE happiness. This does not come from a night of passionate roleplaying or cybering. Though those things can certainly bring out emotions and bring ties closer, this was something... so much more. I LOVE our talks! I love them beyond the scope of words! Tonight I let the world drift away as he and I spoke... nothing else mattered... those pains of my past had vanished entirely in his kind words, soft voice, and that smile I can hear clear as day. We shared tearful moments, and there are DEFINITELY more of those to come. And, much as anyone might hold ill-will toward crying, I actually look forward to more nights like it. I want to cry with him...and I want him to cry on my shoulder. I want to hold him close, and for him to hold onto me tight. The future has turned bright, and no amount of bad can burn out this light for now! My fire burns strong with my dragon at my back. <3

I LOVE YOU WITH ALL THAT I AM, THAREAL ISNALSIL! YOU ARE MY LIGHT AND MY LOVE AND MY HOPE! YOU BRING JOY TO MY DARKEST DAYS AND I NEVER WANT THIS FEELING TO GO AWAY! IF I COULD SHOUT IT TO ALL THE INTERNET, I WOULD! But this shall do for me. For those who care for me... and who read these... know that this man,  12eku fills me with the greatest joy I have known... and that I hope that NEVER changes... I am yours forever, my dearest dragon...

~Alunis Midora Rasvale

Okay, so... I'm making this primarily about two important people to me who seem to be there for me when I need em most. I've lived a rough life... perhaps not rougher than everyone, and I certainly do not claim the title of THE roughest life... but dammit... life ain't easy, and sometimes you need someone to lean on... no matter how strong you are or THINK you are. Fact of the matter is, I have found two people that I consider very powerful lights in the darkness of this world... people who will fight to make sure I am okay... people whose souls shine brightly. People who choose not to abandon me no matter how hard I push. People who genuinely want to help.

I'm an idiot sometimes and when I get upset, I have the VERY bad habit of trying to force people away... ESPECIALLY those who want to help me. I have resolved that this is a darkness that shrouds me... that does not wish to leave and convinces me to stop those that would help. This, indeed, deters many people. I've had a number of people I count as close friends fall victim to this dark defense. Leaving when I ask because they believe it is what I want. Certainly it is what I say... and what I tell them to do... but it is not what I WANT. I need those people willing to cut into the darkness, reach for my agonized form, and to drag it back up from the black, regardless of what happens along the way.

A particularly bad episode of my unhappiness arose just tonight. It stemmed from a few small things clustering together at just the wrong time, causing it all to fuse onto my life's weight, and it is a large burden as-is. I snapped and I broke... and yet I was saved by my little baby brother Akira Mizuhara. He is one of my two Lights. He made me realize I am not as weak as I think I am... I need not let the darkness simply consume me. He has been where I am emotionally, and he helped me out. He understood and he pushed himself well past what was needed, and certainly through my stubborn walls. With hours of encouragement, he got me back to a place where my own light could burn off the rest of the darkness, and I feel powerful once more. It's a very good feeling. <333 For standing by me in my time of need, not wavering or leaving my side... he deserves the recognition of being one of the very rare brilliant lights of this world. Amidst all the hate and darkness and despair and misery, he remains to help those he can. He strives for what I do... happiness. Pure and simple.

Beyond my little brother Akira is my mate, Thareal Isnalsil. He does what my baby brother did for me tonight on a regular basis... he picks me up and pulls me free of the dark goo that entangles my heart. He burns a fire back in me that keeps me going and hopeful. He brings a smile to my face and makes me feel very safe indeed. Sure, neither of us is the given leader or protector in this relationship... that role tends to move itself around some... but he takes care of me whenever I need it, and he too holds the stubbornness not to give up on me when I push him away. Sometimes life pulls him away quite unwillingly, but I know he would stay any time I truly asked. And that's what's important to me. I would never exploit such a thing... such trust and help is far too precious to spoil with misuse. I love him dearly as my mate... and I cherish him as my second Light. Well... in all fairness, he gets to be my first light due to favoritismm, but... that's just to be expected. xP

I know a lot of you out there try... but I know a lot of you out there give up if I ask you to stop enough. Doesn't make any of you bad people... you're still my good friends through and through, but... I hold more value in those that brave the tempest of who I am. You shall all be my friends... I can never get enough... but... these two are magnificent to me in ways I shall be looking for in others. I know we are not the only three lights of this world, and I shall keep looking. I wish to unite as many of our beautiful souls as I can... but... finding those with such souls will take a great deal of time and effort... effort I am willing to put in, as the reward is so very worth it. Perhaps there is hope for a beautiful future after all. Only time shall tell~ <333

Thank you again, you two... you're both magnificent, and I am honored to have you both in my life. Don't know what I'd do without you guys... or where I'd be for that matter. xP I love you both in your own separate ways. <33333 To those of you that didn't get a shout-out, I still love you all too. No worries. I have lots of love to give. <33333

I've decided I cannot go back to Facebook... not without creating a new account entirely... the ones I have (My real and my online) both tie in to friends I cannot look at. Things I simply cannot stand. I know if I kept the accounts, they would bring me nothing but pain. On a related note... I am at that point where I look at other relationships and... I dunno... I feel... different... I guess. One should never compare their relationship to that of others, of course, but... I dunno... I don't feel well. That pain I had before receiving the laptop... while dulled from time to time... seems to have doubled from what it once was. I ache... and I hate the ache. I wish to cut memories from my mind... I wish to cut feelings from my heart. And here I am, once more, thinking the one way out I dislike most is looking more and more like the only good, permanent solution. I hate this feeling. I hate feelings in general. I don't want to know them any longer. I would rather be without feeling than to know all the pain I know and feel. Today has been... miserable to say the least...

Day started out on it's own bad merits... woke up late... which meant my little one woke up late... which meant he did not wish to go down for his nap when he needed to. Throughout the day, I went and applied for jobs, which was good, I suppose... but then, when I finally had the chance to spend time with friends who had finally gotten home, so too did my mother. She wished me to run to the store and grab a few things. I told people I would be back soon... I got the things I was requested to accquire and returned home. Only to be sent to another store to grab twice as much stuff. I returned home an hour and a half after I told everyone I had to run out for ten minutes, and THEN I was told to take some of the damaged goods from the second trip back and trade them for good ones and that, while out there, I should return our numerous bags of cans and bottles and grab a new can opener as well. I get to the store and a woman with a cart full of cans is unloading them into the ONLY machine in the place. When I finally get to the machine, I do what I must and get inside to get what I need. Once done, I return home. It has been 2 hours since I told people I would be gone 10-20 minutes. I then need to eat supper... which I did... only to return to my friends having all parted ways basically for the night. So I find myself left alone once I finally have the time. And now... I am here... waiting... sad... alone... and thinking of the changes I'm still trying to accept. Yes... the easy way out always looks so promising at times like these... good thing I'm too much a pussy to do anything about it... right?

Name: Mai Skittles
Age: 20
Race: Husky
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 42D

Information:
Mai has earned her way quite painstakingly up the chain of command to the role of Lieutenant in a mere 4 years of military service. Mai's beloved late father served in the military, and she joined as a way of making him proud from wherever he might lay his head now in the far beyond. She has, however, always been quite clumsy and has a hard time being serious. She likes to goof off and even slack a bit, though her commanding officer generally snaps her right back in line. Some have referred to her as air-headed, or ditzy due to her seeming lack of co-ordination, but what earned her the esteem she holds in the military is due to her marksmanship. Once she's put behind the gun, she acts as if an entirely different person. Specifically, however, she sports an over-sized sniper rifle capable of taking down aircraft or armored vehicles, though she is quite skilled and qualified at eliminating people as well. Once behind the scope, her gleeful, innocent, and naive smile vanishes entirely, donning the gaze of a seasoned veteran, and wielding her rather unwieldy weapon with unrivaled finesse. She gets her job done and is taken quite seriously by her peers, though she tends to alleviate the mood with her bubbly personality when the rifle's been put aside. The change in her demeanor has terrified a number of soldiers, though most remain skeptical of her skills entirely, saying it's simply not possible with how she conducts herself normally. The weapon she prefers to sport, her beloved Durendazh, is not always at her side due to it's weight, but not generally far away, and is kept in a travel suitcase, dismantled, for the sake of transporting with ease and subtlety. It takes her just under a full minute to piece her beloved weapon together with expert precision. The weapon has not once backfired or jammed and has always gotten the job done. The barrel itself is an impressive 8 inches wide and fires two foot long rounds. How she manages it is astonishing to any who have seen her try. In the same note, it is to be said that her rifle is a stunning 10 1/2 feet long; far longer and heavier than she herself is. Her rate of reload and refire clocks in at 12 seconds in her fastest effort, given that a box of ammo is within arms reach of her sitting place at the trigger. It should be said that the gun has a support near the front of it, as many sniper rifles do, so this alleviates some of the firing trouble she might have, but that does not stop her from hefting the sizable weapon to and fro as-needed on the battlefield. This weapon was custom-built for her father, so of course she did her very best to wield it with honor. It is kept in fine working order and tended to via polish and full cleaning once a week, a task which Mai relishes and often puts herself into seclusion for.

Her mother lived long enough to see her ascend the ranks to lieutenant, but passed only a few short weeks later. Mai was devastated, but fully devoted herself to the military after her loss, wishing deeply to make her parents just as proud of her in death, as they had always been in life. She has no siblings, but is quick to attach herself to others as a bigger/littler sister-figure, and has a few very close friends in the military who care and look out for her, and she returns the favor in turn. Many are jealous of her special attention and unique skills, exaggerating their skepticism with her, but she shrugs it off with a smile and continues on her day in blissful ignorance. Is there more than meets the eye? It is hard to say. While she enjoys having fun, she seems to have a code of not letting anyone close enough to date. In this regard, none even know her sexuality, perhaps not even herself. Though some try, many have learned it's not worth the effort, in spite of her stunning looks. Often, new would-be beaus will simply be warned by her brothers-in-arms that she's not interested in advance. The foolish step up only to be shot down. She contemplates whether or not love is real. Instead, she lives in the joy of the now, and looking forward to each battle being resolved, that she might not have to further put her rather dangerous skills to use yet another day. Even so, she never voices this and follows her orders to a T... even if doing so a bit clumsily.

One particularly bad incident resulted in her firearm going off and severing a man's arm entirely. It could not be fixed and the man was discharged. However, Mai's resolve was strong enough not to let the guilt of the matter eat her alive and was back to her chipper self a few short hours after the officer's honorable dismissal. Mai was, of course, disciplined, though some thought not as harshly as she should have been, given the crime.

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Possibly more to come...

Even hours later I still feel this weight... an ache within... it almost feels worse, to be honest. I dunno... maybe I shouldn't even be writing this... I mean... as I do... I find I don't really have that much more to actually say... it's just... no matter the distraction... I still feel pain. *Sigh* Not even the prospect of the coming laptop thrills me as it did. I'm... not even all that sure I'll use it right away as I had originally thought... I just... dunno... I know this doesn't really affect any of you reading this... the vent is mostly for me. I mean... I can't express my emotion through art... and stories just don't get it out all the way... so... I write this... and I am sorry to bother you all with it... I'm sure it only makes things worse getting a bunch of others involved...

Couldn't even find the motivation to play my games, a past-time I had found while waiting for the laptop before now... that and doing the job hunting and spending time with my little one anyways... but still... I just... I feel dangerously low... and my thoughts wander to great deals of unpleasantness... you don't even wanna know. : / At any rate... I guess this helped... some... maybe... but... I still feel like crap. : / Bah... okay, I'll stop annoying you all now... v.v

The glint of a blade in the night pierces the dark for but a second before it finds it's victim, spilling crimson upon the cold steel. Not a single word follows the cut, and it is one delivered with precision and grace. the blade is slaked upon the unsuspecting, but not the undeserving. As it feeds in those few short moments, it finds it's joy. As it takes the life of another, it truly sings it's sweet ballad, wishing a final farewell to it's meal. soon after, the blade recedes into the dark, not to be seen again until it is made hungry once more. The one holding the blade feeds both themself and the blade they carry with the life of their victim, and so, balance is maintained.

This particular blade, however, is held by a master of the darkness, and of the art of ending life. No matter the circumstance, the job always gets done. And, what is more, it's master always treats it to the kill, no matter the target, and no matter the circumstance. The blade is beloved in this regard. Even if it puts the master in harms way, it's master feeds it. And so, the blade is sharp and ready to serve, never faltering. The two fit in a seamless bond, living this silent life. Even in slaying high profile targets surrounded by security, this master of death-dealing has never once failed in their duty to themself and their blade. Truly, this nameless entity is one to be feared and respected. But it is impossible to say just who this person is, as they have never been seen and lived to tell the tale. What of the employers, you might ask? Not even they know with whom they are dealing. To administer a contract, one must leave a message at one of the Dark Drops with instructions, and the hiring party must even come up with their own discreet way of payment. However, bidding into a contract with the one known as the Silent Darkness is a one-way street. If there is no means to pay, then the job is declined. If the person ordering the services does not pay after the services are performed, then their own life becomes forfeit. No matter the military might or muscle, even the highest mob bosses have come to respect this person and not cross them. The defining day was when the corrupt official, Garad Demont made the brash decision to not pay the assassin and, the day after payment was due, while giving a public speech, he was murdered. Nobody saw a person anywhere near. The man was in mid-sentence, stopped, and his head fell from his shoulders. It was a mortifying event indeed. But it confirmed that this assassin was not to be trifled with. Rumor spread that day that a small flash of light appeared in different places near the man as he spoke, but the details of exactly what happened would be known by none.

I am on the eve of receiving my new laptop, and yet... I find myself in a state of misery... it has only just now stricken me that I have fallen victim to the flow of time. As time passes, things change. and as things change... I find the world a different place than I knew. It... would have been different... if I had been on the pulse of the change. Had I been there to bear witness to the major events going on just outside my view... but... that is not the case. Indeed, time has passed me by, and the world I return to in but a mere couple days, if not tomorrow, shall be one I do not know or recognize. Time stopped for me when I lost my computer. It stopped entirely... waiting to be restarted... but it did not stop the passage of time for the world, and here I am... suffering the backlash as time is beginning to start again. It does not start kindly... I get lashed with wave after wave of months of change all catching up at once. It is... painful... interesting... unique... but overall, it is unpleasant. One... cannot stop time... cannot stop change, and the flow of things... but... it feels like... a future I did not want... a future I did not see coming... a future I could have, perhaps, in some small way, influenced... or changed.

Maybe it was for the better... me not knowing... me being unable to intervene and to say my peace... but... it leaves me with a great deal of remorse. I... am sinking here, I am afraid. time restarts... only to slay me.

Addendum: On a more (Perhaps masochistically) positive note... I was going to change my status on here to miserable after writing this... but I found the delightful, and terribly appropriate mood morose. Fits me to the T. If you know not what it means, then look it up... I shall not hand-hold on this one...

There is a creeping darkness within me... one that swirls and confounds. I believe it is Vex... but it feels... different. This is not the malicious creature I know. Instead, it makes me see the past... makes me remember what I've seen and where I have been. In this late hour, and with other late hours before it (Though never consistently), I find myself low... miserable. Perhaps it comes from having had the high of hearing about my new laptop finally being on it's way... maybe this is part of my bi-polarism coming out? Hmmm... and then it makes me wonder... if I should avoid major happiness in an attempt to avoid major pain... but that goes further... I expand upon it... Were I to do that, it would leave me with little more than a feeling of mediocre... satisfactory. Not good. Not great. But not horrible or miserable either. So then I wonder... is this why I always feel so-so? Is it because, sub-consciously, I'm staving off the extremity emotions of depression and profound joy...? Ah, but that causes a shiver of it's own... a virulent ripple of unpleasantness... because that treads on the area of... what about love? Is it safe to love...? Knowing or thinking that maybe it will turn around on me? That, just maybe, love will backlash? Then I look at those past relationships again... and it seems that was always the way for me... something good, wonderful, and pure... and it explodes suddenly... sometimes without warning... others seeming o be slow-mixing, or slow to ignite. I fear I may be my own enemy... and, what's worse... is that I derive a masochistic joy from listening to songs that bum me out.

Hmmm... you know... not all of this was on my mind when I started writing... rather than deep, my aim was originally geared toward moping out this feeling... now? Now I know not where I stand emotionally. Why must the voices and actions of the past echo through my brain? I feel it is unfair that I should be so vexed... HA! Maybe it is him after all, mm? So much to consider... and the night offers me such odd... clarity? Delusion, perhaps? Hard to say... I FEEL like I'm more in-tune with myself, but... that could just be the mood talking...

I know there are those who would help me if they knew I was feeling this way... I... don't know how many would speak up on it... you know... the net and all... I mean... my journals seem to go widely un-noticed. Not all, of course... but... most do... and others get only a few comments on them. And that's fine... I am no big name, after all. No such need for any popularity... this Leo, however, seems to have lost their place in the sun... and it makes me wonder... just how long ago that happened, exactly... Lots happened in this kitty's life, I guess... a shame so much of it is bad, really... but hey... that means better down the line, mm? So I guess I just play the waiting game a bit longer... see where life's roads take me, I imagine. To those of you who have read this, by the way, I thank you for bearing with me in this time of... discontent, perhaps? Malady? Hmmm... those words seem close... yet still somehow fall short. I know this will all likely pass by morning... I shall likely wake to my little one as I usually do... begin the day... and see where it takes me, I suppose... but... for now... and likely as I drift off to sleep here shortly... there is such... malevolence... within me... Not like... destructive malevolence... well... not outwardly destructive, at any rate... I just... wish it didn't have to be this way. I have faith that... one day it will change... I just hope that I let myself see the changing of the times... rather than... whatever all this is...

*Sighs* Once again... thanks for hanging in there, all... I feel... marginally better, anyways... back to that so-so-ish point... with a bitter aftertaste of the bad... but again... time heals all wounds, mm? Be well, everyone... I hope to speak to you all with a finer presence of mind.

Okay, so... I've been playing Final Fantasy XIII-2 like it's nobodies business lately (Only 5 fragments left to find!) and I just keep going back to this damn song... it's... both sad/depressing... but also... kinda hopeful and inspiring at the same time. Even so... I get emotional every time I hear it. To those of you who haven't played it... you will not appreciate this as much as those of us who have, but... I'm posting it here anyways because... just... DAMN!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jfmu.....eature=related

Rules:
1.) Go to urbandictonary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.
2.) Post the 1st definition it gives you.
3.) Tag someone after completion.

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1.) YOUR NAME: Setzer (Since they didn't have Setzan (Which is Setzer and Cyan combined) or Alunis. xP)

A synonym for woman.
"Hey, look at that setzer!"
"Get back to the kitchen, setzer!"
My dad slapped his setzer.

O wO;;

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2.) YOUR AGE? 25

Something funnier than 24.
"Hey, Patrick, I know something funnier than 24!"
"Let me hear it."
"25!!!!!!"
BAHAHAHA

All I can say is... wat? xD

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3.) ONE OR TWO OF YOUR FRIENDS? Joshua and Solomon
Joshua ~
Joshua is a sexy, masculine individual exuding the most desirable of traits. Although Joshua may be timid at first, his genuine and compassionate charm shine through above all things. He can be trusted with any secret and will always pull through even when the going gets tough. His understanding and supportive nature can put anyone at ease as he is never judgmental but rather always willing to listen with an open mind. He is the epitome of a true man.
My boyfriend is an absolute Joshua.

Solomon ~
The name means "peaceful" or "complete" in Hebrew
Solomon is a very wise man.

Both quite true in my opinion. o3o

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4.) WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING? Job hunting
The act of applying for jobs with the intent of hooking up.
Harold: Dude, I went to a few department stores today, and fine mamis were all over the place. I'm about to go job hunting there tomorrow.

Wow... just... wow...

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5.) FAVOURITE COLOUR(S)? Orange, White, and Blue
1. Orange ~
The colour which vain assholes turn after a session in the tanning salon; Often confused with Hepatitis.
"Hey, nice tan... in the middle of winter, you sick fucking pumpkin monster."

xDDDDD

2. White ~
A street name for cocaine.
Jim: "You got any white left from that 8 ball?"
Jack: "Nah, I finished it all off last night."

I am disappoint </3

3. Blue ~
The feeling when u wake up at 7 in the morning and remembering it's a monday.
"i got the monday blues"

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6.) BIRTHPLACE? Cedar Rapids

Cedar Rapids is the 2nd largest city in Iowa with a population in the metropolitan area of over 250,000 people.
It is home to the headquarters of Rockwell Collins and is also known as the cereal capitol of the world due to Quaker Oats, General Mills and Post all having their main factories in Cedar Rapids. Ralston Foods is also located in Cedar Rapids. Due to all the cereal and dog food made in Cedar Rapids, it has many different scents on different days of the week. Some days you smell Captain Crunch, other days what smells like wet dog food.

It is known as the City of 5 Seasons. Some joke that it is the city of 5 Smells.
Cedar Rapids is the cereal capitol of the world, man!

"Hey man, do you want to go to Cedar Rapids the City of 5 Smells?"

Wow, it smells like Crunch Berries out here.
No duh man. It's Cedar Rapids.

You know... I know there are more Cedar Rapids' out there than just ours here in Iowa, but I'm still pretty impressed that we top the charts. Aslso, this is totally accurate. x3

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7.) MONTH OF YOUR BIRTH? August
The idea of perfection. The 8th Month of the year in certain European and Asian cultures signifies greatness in achieving perfection, or something close to it.
You look August tonight my love!

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8.) DAY OF YOUR BIRTH? 3
A number coming after 2, but not overshadowing it. Also a number coming directly before 4 but refusing to be bullied or made feel less than by it. Strong number, yet emotionally sensitive. In other words a number that knows its place.
"123456"
"most people have nothing in common with 3"

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9.) LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO? Isabelle
A gorgeous girl who doesn't know it. Can and will get any guy she wants with her charm, personality, looks, and smile. She is a funny and fun girl who you want around. If you don't know an Isabelle get to know one!!!!!!
Isabelle P.

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A shout out to  jinxy_falina for putting this up in her own journal before I did. :3

So, I was reading a meme a friend posted, which I too shall post after this, but in it they were getting urbanndictionary.com definitions and among those you search names. Well, apparently, one of her two friends she chose was named Andrew. This, of course, caught my eye, as that is my name (For those that didn't know. xP) and I felt this post-worthy because of what it said:

Andrew ~
A good Andrew is a rare type. He's very popular yet very secluded and has few close friends that he is very open to. He likes everyone and is disliked by almost none and rarely turns down a favor. An Andrew is not always hot but is always attractive, mainly for his quiet coolness and his looks. All girls want him. Andrew's are athletic, cautiosly dangerous, and funny. Those lucky enough to date Andrew will be the happiest girl ever. He's always faithful, kind, amazing in bed (or wherever you want him) because he's a sex god, and is intensely caring. He still owns a part of every girl he's been with. If Andrew is you're friend, he will always be. Andrew is always up for anything and loves to be constantly active. He has his moments of being a dick but apologises and forgives. He gets into crazy situations but gets out without a scratch and stays calm. He's almost always got a plan and is great at on-the-spot thinking. He's very smart but not in a nerd way and is very good at everything he does yet doesn't often admit his talents. He's got great taste in music and dresses differently but its still cool. He's always full throttle until he feels like crashing, then he will sleep where he falls. Andrew doesn't care what people think of him because he and everyone that knows him knows he is immortal and godlike but rarely looks down on others. That's because Andrew is a god and is the most awesome person you can ever have the honour of meeting and is unforgettable.

Bottom line? I'm even more awesome than I thought I was. 83

Name: Asura Deus Firebrand
Age: 46
Race: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Height: 10'2"
Weight: Approximately 580 lbs (75% muscle mass)
Occupation: Traveling Blacksmith

Appearance:
In spite of his age, Asura possesses heightened physical prowess due to his career as a blacksmith. His muscles are well-defined, but not with a bit of pudge to support them, maintaining a healthy state of being, especially for someone of his size. He has fierce amber eyes and a coat of fur that is primarly a slightly dark golden brown. His hair and fur tuft at the end of his tail, however, are a deeper brown color. His hair is kept short and generally pretty unkempt due to his buisness at the forge. Often he has some manner of soot on his fur, but makes sure to wash when in the privacy of his home so as not to make a mess. His home and work spaces differ completely because of this. Due to working the forge all day, he often goes without a shirt for sake of convenience, but wears one when out on the town, and SOMETIMES at home. He possesses a pair of proud, ivory-colored horns atop his head and keeps a steel ring at the base of each one. He also keeps a silver band around his right bicep, something custom-made by himself, as finding one to match his sizeable arms would prove quite a challenge indeed. He possesses an old scar across his broad chest running diagonally from his left shoulder down to his right hip; an accident from his younger days in smithing where he was lucky to survive dropping a greatsword that was, at the time, too large for him to be carrying, and certainly too sharp. However, it was that accident that convinced him that if he wished to remain in the blacksmithing business, he would need to bulk up so something like that might never happen again. The tip of his tail is a bit singed in places from constantly swishing a BIT too close to the forge, but he pays it little mind. In spite of not wearing a shirt at the forge due to the heat, he still goes through the effort to often wear his insulated, heavy-leather gloves. They are a deeper brown than his hair due to charring from the forge, but he treasures them, a gift from his parents in support of his ambitious career choice, especially in an age gearing toward steam technology. His gloves were always large that he might grow into them fully one day, but he continues to break them in as he goes and they yet look a couple sizes too big on him, making his hands look a bit larger than they should be. In truth, he only seems to take his gloves off when in the shower or in bed shortly thereafter, and they are the first thing he puts on in the morning. He wears varying kinds of pants, but wears only full-length, finding shorts not to look well on him in the least. His fingernails and hooves are an ebony color. Additionally, his hooves are rounded, rather than split, and he was blessed not to have only a few fingers, but instead has full-formed hands with five digits each.

Weapon:
A custom-designed warhammer made for himself, by himself. It only comes to ten feet in length so, when beside him, comes a couple inches short. The handle weighs approximately 50 pounds, and the head something close to 200. the flat end of the hammer has a wider head than the base, being something of a large, thick disc supported by six mythril struts that connect it to the base, and a pillar in the middle, but with open space amidst it all, offering for a bit more aerodynamics in the swing. On the other end is a decorative spike with a ring of six smaller ones (Designed to be opposite the mythril struts on the flat end) near the base that curve up and point in the direction of the larger spike, all lined up with a black band while the spikes themselves are actually made of mythril, for their durability and leight weight. The core of the hammer's head is also made of mythril for the same reason. The disc-head, however, is a very special design in it's own right.
The main disc asctually consists of three different discs all fused together, adding both weight and durability, as well as offering a more impressive impact. The main disc in the center is the largest and thickest, and is connected at the top of the struts. To match the rest of the design, it too is mythril. The other two discs are the same size and have been placed on each side of the main disc. On the inside part of the hammer head is a steel plate, designed to add some weight, as well as to provide support to the struts and add a bit more impact-relief to the other discs. Then, on the surface, is an admantite disc, colored green, as adamantite is un-dyeable. It is easily the hardest and most resilient part of the entire hammer, and it possesses his own personal crest, something of a family heirloom, in truth. The sides of the head also possess the crest, but are somewhat obscured by the black leather straps wrapped around both the handle and the head that help ease the pressure between the perfectly-welded sections. The handle itself has a couple black leather handgrips where he manipulates the weighty weapon. They're quite worn from over a decade of use, and don't look as pristine as they once did, the leather a bit frayed in places. The shaft of the handle is also made of mythril, but otherwise un-impressive, and at the base of the handle is the pommel that works as a counter-balance, as it is made purely from steel, and it possesses an adamantite 'gem' inlay, supported by six steel claws. At times, he will use it on heavier orders at the forge, but it is also used to protect his wares from bandits on the road, or from ignorant people in the towns he visits. Meedless to say, it's size is intimidating enough. Add it's burly owner, and it becomes a weapon easily capable of taking down the sturdiest of walls in a single blow.

Final Notes: Across his back is the same crest branded into his back on the day he was named a man, which varies amidst their kind and is decided when the youth feels they are ready to receive such a mark. It is burned black and covers the whole of his broad back. Being raised tough, he received his marking at the impressively young age of fourteen. Most do not feel they are ready until the universal adult age of at least eighteen. His parents were proud when he accepted it with honor and even rose the next day ready to start his work at his father's forge.

Abilities: Aside from his inhuman strength and skill at a forge, he has acquired a special award of esteem from a traveling mage of some note on his way back to Diomundus. He made a very special, custom ring for the mage's mate with specifications no other wished to attempt. In gratitude, the mage offered Asura a fire-tuned mana crystal and got him started with a basic lesson on fire magick. Asura is by no means gifted in magick, but he can create a powerful forge from it's massive energy supply, and the hottest of flames over a limited space. It has aided him in his craft, and made him more than capable of operating his one-of-a-kind traveling forge. He keeps a cart with some of his possessions and smithing tools and hauls it himself in place of a horse or other creature as just one more way of keeping his body in peak physical shape, and when sleeping on the road, even sleeps with an eye open to keep a lookout for any theives after his possessions, and with his weighty hammer always within arms reach.

(History shall be detailed in any writing I do of this character, mostly because, as usual, my Wii is causing lagged typing again. xP)

"Tabitha, I... I was just... u-unpacking your bed sheets... I... I never planned... but then your toy... and I..." She was stumbling about her words, her tone carrying the defeat that shone on her face. Even so, she could not lift herself from the bed. Couldn't even manage to withdraw the imbedded toy.

Tabitha remained silent for quite a while, still having a hard time deciding just how to handle this situation. It was a total invasion of privacy, but it was her little sister... and she knew she could never really stay mad at her younger sibling. Soon her mouth closed from it's startled, agape pose and and her stance even relaxed a bit. It was as it was all sinking in that she finally let herself fully examine the situation. At first, it had been something she was too surprised and apalled at to take a full examination of, but as she stood there in the doorway, getting a surprising new look at her baby sister, she felt something for her sibling she had not before, and slowly she approached the bed. Sam pulled up the sheets a bit as her sister neared, but before she could fully cover herself, Tabitha's hand had found those of her little sister and gently caused them to stop.

"I... I'm not mad, Sam... just... surprised. I... I could hardly expect my baby sis to be doing... well... THAT... when I got out of the shower... but... this is our place. And there are no rules saying it can't happen. No mother here to scold for such lewd behavior. I... should have guessed you didn't have a toy of your own. And... maybe we can go out some time this week and fix that. But... for now... you seemed to be... enjoying yourself. Am I wrong?" She asked to her still timid sister, who nodded gently, still feeling apologetic. Tabitha only smiled to this, "It's alright, Sis. What's mine is yours here. We've always been that way. Sharing underwear... and even clothes, even if mine came out a bit baggier on you." She admitted a bit sheepishly. "I really don't mind at all. You go ahead and enjoy yourself, Hun... but make sure you give it a bit of a clean when you're done, okay?" Tabitha offered her younger sister a bright smile to reassure her, but it went beyond that. Now Sam had something she wished to ask her older sister.

"Tabby...? I... I want you to... to stay..." She said nervously, her heart racing and finding a bit of a lump in her throat after saying so. Tabitha, however, was a bit startled at the suggestion and blushed at the thought once more. "You... you want me... to... to stay...?"

Sam nodded gently, lightly grasping her sister's hand with the one that had been pulling up the sheets to begin with, speaking a bit softer, but feeling no more less nervous, "I... do. I was... I was thinking of you... while... while I used it. Is... is that wrong...?" She asked, ears wilting to her head in half-shame.

Tabitha was a bit stunned again, taking a moment to re-assess the situation, but in the end, she offered another re-assuring smile, but that too began to curve into a bit of a grin as she looked upon the younger fox. "I'll stay... and I'll even give my baby sister a helping hand..." She said softly, turning now to move closer to her sister. In a fluid motion, her hand slipped under the sheets and wasted no time in finding the toy still protruding from her sister's nethers. It was so very warm and slick. A sensation she had not experienced without having it embedded within herself. Even so, it was a new and lovely experience, and as she gently played with it, her sister's eyes closed and her hand slipped away from it, giving free reign to her elder sibling as she quite relaxed, to which Tabitha spoke softly, "There you go... just get nice and comfy. I'll take good care of you..."

Sam relaxed immediately, but she was already so close from before her sister arrived that her sister's expert skill at this had her moaning loudly an panting hard at her sister's mercy, or lack thereof. She quivered and shivered as waves of pleasure overtook her and soon, she find herself reach the edge, shuddering quite hard indeed as her body was rocked with it's most powerful climax today. However, as she began calming herself and relaxing, she felt he sister's presence leave her side, and she opened her eyes to see where she might have gone, only to see her silvery locks disappear under the sheet still covering Sam's lower half. She tensed immediately and blushed hard, "S-Sis, I... you don- AHHH~" Her newly sensitive form was battered with more enjoyment as she felt her sister slip the toy out and ay it along her slit, feeling her sister's tongue gently pass over the toy as it lay against her, the tongue slipping over the edges from time to time and brushing at her entrance teasingly. Sam moaned out again, but tried to bite it back, knowing that they had neighbors nearby and not wanting them to overhear.

Tabitha had let herself slip into the moment and couldn't help herself. She always had a habit of cleaning herself and her toy up after she payed, but this was new territory that she was more than eager to explore. Sam made no effort to stop her through all of this, and the scent of her younger sister was quite strong, trapped beneath the sheets. It made her a bit more excited, in truth, and she found her hips swaying a bit outside the sheets. Sam had caught the lovely scent emanating off her sister as she was being cleaned and she decided to offer her sister a bit of enjoyment as well, carefully placing her hands at her sisters curvy hips and slowly easing them up onto the bed a bit more until the girls were both crotch-to-mouth to one another, and she could see up the towel her sister had wrapped herself with. Slowly, Sam peeled the towel apart, exposing her sister's round behind and dripping nethers. She had come this far and couldn't turn back even if she wanted to.

Tabitha merely thought Sam was offering her a more comfortable position from which to play with her younger sister, but as she felt the towel pulled apart, her excitement only spurred further. She spread her legs a bit for her sister who admired the rather perfect lips of her sister a few moments before leaning up and lapping at them, gingerly at first, but soon with more and more finesse.

Tabitha, having cleaned up the toy, moved it from under the sheets and dropped it alongside the bed with a small thunk, turning her gaze to her sister's dripping folds. In moments, the girls were feasting upon one another's womanly juices and moaning in gentle delight. Tabitha could tell Sam was nervous and inexperienced with how she worked. Not that Tabitha had any experience of her own to speak of, but she still performed quite expertly, having practiced with toys and watching different videos. Addmittedly, none of what she had seen had been of two women, but she still found an odd enjoyment from watching the woman in straight pornogrophy. Now she knew it wasn't just a passing interest. This was wonderful, and she felt it would only strengthen their bond as sisters. Because of this, Tabitha's licks grew a bit more affectionate and began slowly rocking her hips in a sensual fashion over Sam, really letting herself slip fully into this. And it was such a thrill in the back of her mind, in the back of both their minds, that they were doing this... with their sister.

With a bit more teasing and lapping, Sam was the first to reach the end once more, having been made sensitive prior to their feasting, but this made her no less eager to finish off her older sister, lapping exhuberently deep within her sister's labial walls, and soon, Tabiha too was moaning out in bliss as her juices soaked Sam's face in climax. Tabitha withstood her climax, but collapsed upon her younger sibling as it subsided, the two panting gently before Tabitha carefully moved out from under the sheets, sliding up to lay next to Sam and smiling gently, even gigling a bit at the sight of her sister's dampened muzzle, licking off some of the juices, but enjoying the sight too much to clean her entirely. "Looks like you need that shower even more now, huh?" She teased.

Sam flushd a bit, both from the lick as well as the comment, but nodded gently, giggling a bit as well, "Seems I do... but it's all your fault you know." She teased, giving her sister a small nudge.

"Oh, I know... and I take full responsibility. In fact... if you want me to help you bathe... I might be inclined to do so." She said with a sly grin.

Sam flushed a bit worse, but smiled as she looked back to her big sister, "I might just like that." She then paused for a bit, leaning over and licking her big sister's muzzle, catching some of her own juices there as well and smiling broadly, "I love you, Tabitha..."

Tabitha offered up a purr of delight as she felt the lick and spoke genty back, "And I love you too... Samantha."

Normally Sam hated being called by her full name. But, for her big sister, she supposed she could make an exception... in the privacy of their apartment, anyways.

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It wound up fairly tame in th end, I'd say, but... I thouht it came out quite well. ^w^ Hope those of you who read this enjoyed it as well. :3 Again, I shall likely write more of these two down the line, but... we shall see. ^w^ I'll be posting this the normal way once I get my new laptop. xP Error-free, of course. Which, again, I apologize for... damn Wii can only handle so much per post before it lags like a mother. : / Still... I hope any typos didn't confuse you all too bad. xP And again, thanks for reading! ^w^

After a bit of deliberation, Sam decided perhaps it would be best if she got her bedroom things into her room. She glanced out the window to note the setting sun on the horizon, peeking between buildings across the street. The sky was a lovely shade of indigo as twilight was setting in. Indeed, they would be needing their bedthings soon anyway.

It took Sam little time at all to get her own things squared away, moving the important boxes to her room, perhaps five minutes tops. Her sister, however, was still showering away, to which Sam's vivid mental imagery lit again. She paused for but a moment before heading back out to the main room, still distracting herself with organization as she decided to move on to Tabitha's things now. It took her a bit longer, as she was unaware just where her sister would have put what she needed, but aventually she found the boxes labeled 'Tabitha's Bedroom' and moved them to their new home. Once they had found their place beside her sister's bed, she flopped out on it with a sigh, closing her eyes, only to then realize the sheets hadn't been added yet.

She glanced to the boxes she had just placed in the room and let out a small groan, not much wanting to get back up from her sister's comfy, albeit bare, bed. Even so, she willed herself up and moved to the first box, picking the one that had been lightest, knowing that the bedsheets would be there rather than the boxes packed with clothes and personal decorations for the room and not wanting to pry at any rate. She opened it up and found the sheets a bit haphazardly bunched up, likely stuffed in a rush. She only chuckled at her sister's disorganization and grabbed the bundle, lifting it from it's cardboard prison. She soon found the edges of the first blanket and tugged at it, trying to pull it free from the sheet pile. With a couple good tugs she managed to pull it free, but something rolled aside with a thud. Perhaps her sister had been keeping something fragile in the big fluffy blankets? Worried, she looked to the source in a hurry only to find the hottest blush of the night find her cheeks. What lay on the floor was something of a personal nature to her sister, no-doubt: a toy.

Her sister had dated several men, but never had sex with a one. It was one of the things the two shared, Sam always looking up to her bigger sister in that regard. It was admirable, to say the least. Her reason was not as glamorous as wanting to wait till her wedding night as many would claim. Instead, she was simply waiting for the right one. Sam couldn't help but snicker softly as she picked up the modest purple object in her hand and looked it over, muttering softly to herself, "Guess that makes you 'The right one', huh?" She gigged a bit at the thought however, in truth, she had never even tried such a thing. Instead, she relied solely on her paws for it. She then paused for a time, looking at the object and finding herself deep in thought. An ear flicked to the bathroom where her sister yet showered, a girl notorious for half hour long showers minimum. She then thought how long it had been since her sister got in. She couldn't realy remember, but she was sure she had time. After all, her sister was happily humming away amidst the patter of the shower down the hall.

She examined the toy a bit more, thinking of how this might work and even imagining her sister making use of it. She felt a bit guilty, but the thought got her a bit excited. That, she could not deny. She'd have been lying to herself otherwise. She paused again for a moment, eyes peering to the bedroom door in the direction of the shower noise and decided to go through with it. Carefully, she slipped herself to the top of her sister's bed, leaning against the headboard. She then lifted the faux shaft close, looking at it deeply, almost intimately. She had never had sex either, though it wasn't as much her choice as it was her sisters. Tabitha had gorgeous curves and the confidence to match, but Sam was more of a bookish type, and petite to boot. It was a bit sad, but she knew she had a good chance of growing into the body her sister had. After all, their mother was quite attractive in her own right. That said, she had never been close to the real thing, never given the chance. And she wasn't bold enough to purchase something like this. Indeed, this was al new to her, in truth. Her heart raced, but she leaned in close, catching a bit of what must have been her sister's scent on the toy, but it only made her blood rush more, and soon her tongue had slipped out, sliding across the length of the toy. She drew her tongue up and down the length sensually, imagining doing this to a male, as her sister may have before her. But even in her fantisizing, she still pictured her sister there. Watching.

Slowly she dipped a couple fingers down into her lower garments, rubbing lightly at her soft, eager nub and then down over her slick lips, moaning gently against the shaft. It was not long before she found herself slipping the toy into her mouth, beginning to work it slow and tasting the faint flavor upon it. It gave her the deepest shivers she had ever experienced, and she found her undergarments quickly growing soaked. She felt a bit guilty, mind surfacing for a moment and glancing to the hall yet again.

Her heart was pounding harder than she had ever known. The fear of being caught by her sister like this only made her more thrilled, and soon she slipped her glistening fingers from her nethers and began to undo th button and zipper, slipping it open and even lifting her hips to slip the garments down, exposing her caramel fox fur to the crudely assembled sheets below, settling in as she eased the toy from her mouth panting gently. It, much like her fingers, was glistening as well, though with her saliva rather than her own personal fluid. She admired it a bit longer, even giving it a farewell lick before sliding it down to her eager mound, sliding the head against the entrance and moaning a bit louder than she thought, catching herself and freezing. Her sister was still in the shower, though she would likely be out soon. She would have to handle this quickly, she figured. She took a few deep breaths and gentle pants before lining the toy up and very gently sliding it inside, having to bite her lower lip to stifle another moan as this new, blissful feeling washed over her. Soon she found herself slipping it in and out, whimpering in delight as she worked.

It was unlike any pleasure she had ever experienced, and soon she found her hand had located her chest, gripping at her small breast and rubbing at the nipple under the garments. She knew her time was running thin however, and began pumping a bit faster, panting harder and harder as she neared her climax, this toy pushing her there much faster than she had ever gone, which was good because she could hear... nothing? Her mind raced and her eyes shot open just in time to see her sister there in the doorway, mouth agape in surpise and blushing much as Sam had earlier. They were both frozen, neither one sure what to say first. How to react to this. Sam felt an urge to flee, but coldn't make her body move, and Tabitha. Tabitha had never seen her modest little sister like this before. And with HER toy no less! She wasn't sure if she should be embarassed or mad, and all she cod utter was a soft, "Samantha..."

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Gah... laggy keys again. xP Please forgive any typos, especially toward the end. >w<;;; At any rate, hope those reading are enjoying it thus far. HOPEFULLY I can put a nice tie on it all with part three (Though I can see these two getting more than one short story for sure. x3), which I should be working on in the morning, as bed calls to me. Enjoy all! ^w^

The day had finally come. Tabitha and her younger sister Sam had finally decided to get out of their home and move into an apartment of their very own in the city, closer to their work and the college nearby. They had considered moving in with friends, but the two girls had known each other far longer. Twenty years now to be exact; ever since Sam had been born. Their friends were all good folks, but they didn't know without question that those friends could be relied upon. Not like one another. Tabitha had been more than ready to get out of the house as well, now at the age of twenty-two. Their mother was quite sad to see the girls go as her husband, their father, had passed only the year before and she was not quite ready to have the house all to her lonesome, even if she still had her son Miles. After all, he was only fifteen and she was not sure she could handle it on her own, but the girls assured their mother that all would be well, and that they would be only ten minutes away if they were needed, and a phone call at that.

After giving their mother a hug each, the girls took the last of their boxes out to Tabitha's car and loaded them into the trunk, barely able to stuff the trunk door shut from the load. They had already made a couple trips to the new apartment, but wanted to get all of the boxes their before un-packing. As the girls got situated in the car, they waved back to their mother and were on their way, happy to finally be on their own. It was not as though they disliked their mother that they wished to be gone, but it was something they needed to do. They could not live at home forever, and it already felt like it had been far too long. Sam had been eager to get out of the house right after high school, but she had had no job at the time, and the girls just didn't have the money. Now, however, they had saved up a nice bit from their respective jobs and were prepared.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, the elder fox, silver-haired Tabitha let out a sigh of relief, "Man... it's good to finally be free! I knew it'd feel liberating, but this? Damn!" She couldn't help but laugh a bit in delight.

Sam watched as the house disappeared from view with a bit of longing in her eyes. It was not as though she felt differently from her sister, she was just anxious was all. This would, honestly, be something entirely new for her. She had never spent more time from their home in her youth than the ocasional weekend stay with friends or the like, and they didn't plan to return for a visit for at least a week, perhaps two, according to Tabitha. The chestnut-haired fox let out a sad sigh as she already felt a bit sad, but Tabitha heard it and peered over at her little sister, "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to get out of there as badly as I did...?" She asked.

"Oh, don't get me wrong... I'm glad we're out too. Just... worried for Mom, ya know? It's just her and Miles there now."

Tabitha's eyes were on the road ahead as they made their way to town, but she did frown a bit and nodded. "Yea, I suppose you have a point there. But... they'll get on just fine without us. You just wait and see." She said, perking back up with a smile. "Just look forward to tonight! The first night in our new place! It's gonna be awesome." Tabitha had bounced right back, and Sam looked over to her, offering up a small smile of her own, "True. And we've got that cake from Mom back at the apartment too. So we can have our own little mini celebration." She replied a bit more exhuberently, ears even perking back up again.

"Yup, but we've gotta get our bedroom stuff unpacked first. Then we can reward ourselves with a bit of cake... deal?" Asked Tabitha with a glance and smallish grin.

"Works for me" Sam felt a bit more at ease with all this talk, almost as if snapped back to reality. Their new reality, that was.

The girls had been friends ever since they were young and almost always got along. It was surprising how much so. Even their friends would get a bit jealous from time to time at how much fun the girls had without them. They simply felt more comfortable around one another than with others, often helping one another decide on outfits for going out, or giving one another advice on difficult situations (Most of which came from Tabitha). It took almost no time at all and the girls had arrived at the apartment. Theirs was on the third floor of their building, and this older place had not incorporated an elevator. It was such a pain hauling everything up the stairs only to return to the car for more things to bring up. The worst of it had been moving their beds up the stairs, but fortunately they had one another to help with that. The last few boxes they had collected from home took a couple trips to get up into the apartment, but finally they had made it.

Sam pushed the door shut with her footpaw and took a few steps inside before placing the box on the floor, panting a bit from it's weight and the trip and wiping her brow of sweat that had dampened much of her fur. Tabitha was shaking out the front of her own shirt, leaned against the counter with a leg up against it and panting a bit as well, "Gods... I'm glad that's over. That. Sucked." She said simply, to which Sam completely agreed, offering a hearty nod to her sister, "Yea... after that... I'm not sure I even have the energy to un-pack." Tabitha looked over to her and offered a small smile, "That's fine... I think we need a break." She then pushed from the counter to the fridge nearby, pulling out a pitcher of lemonade and grabbing a couple glasses, "Care for a drink?" She asked her sister. To which Sam picked herself up and made for the counter, leaning on it with her forearms, "Sure! Tall a glass as we've got!" She responded eagerly. To which Tabitha poured them both glasses and they drank up. The angle of Sam had caught Tabitha's eye, however, and she found herself glancing at her sister's chest, partially exposed from the top of her sweaty shirt. By the time it registered what she was looking at, however, she stopped herself, eyes shooting to the ceiling instead as she drank, downing the whole glass in one go and letting out a contented sigh as she set the glass down on the counter where her sister drank a bit more slowly. "You know what? I think I'm gonna take a shower... get some of this sweat off..." She said, passing by Sam who watched her go as she sipped, calling out after Tabitha passed her by, "Just don't take too long! I could use one too!" Tabitha made straight for the bathroom, calling back as she slipped off her damp shirt, "No worries! See ya in a bit!" Meanwhile, Sam finished her drink in peace, looking about the new home and getting an idea fo how things might look in the near future, listening as the shower water ran, and her own mind lingering a bit to her sister bathing. A blush soon found it's way to her cheeks and she shook the thought from her mind, instead thinking of what to unpack first.

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Not so erotic yet, I get that, but I will be continuing this either later today or tonight. Unfortunately, my Wii is lagging my typing, causing me to have to go back and re-type a lot, so it needs a small break. Hope you guys are enjoying thus far. x3

H'ruun's Fist - No data yet discovered. Is, however, a weapon to be discovered by Alunis at one point or another and used in place of her generic eather strapped gloves.

Sabria - The custom handgun of Cerrus, the wandering gambler. More information on the weapon can be located under the journal spotlighting the character.

Aethervane - The unique scythe of the physical embodiment of Alune, the spirit, which exists only when he holds reign over Alunis' body. While details on it's appearance are still being worked out, what is known is that the blade is serrated in such a way that the top portion is feather-serrated, reminscent to an angel's wing. It is surprisingly light in spite of it's size, and balanced on the base of the hilt by a presently un-determined adornment. It can be imbued with Alune's elements of ice, wind, or light, but is not a conduit for the magick. That, instead, spouts forth from Alune himself.

Xerous - The darkness-imbued shotgun of Setzan Aidaka. It holds no chamber for ammo and is, therefore, useless in the hands of any without magickal channeling, and even then ony responds at ful capacity when in the hands of the avian Setzan himself. Setzan fires shadow tendrils at high velocity which pierce similarly to a harpoon blast. The number of tendrils fired depends on the darkness energy within him exerted, though even at maximum power, only a total of ten tendrils were fired. However, due to the sharpness of the dark energy, the rounds have a tendency to pierce through up to two targets and cusing a third fatality. Additionaly, the tendrils are not limited to a strict flight path. They can curve and bend to eliminate as Setzan sees fit. However, to guide the tendrils in such a way, all of Setzan's concentration must be used, keeping him vunerably stationary. An important fact about the tendrils is that they also cause a phenomenon known as Shadow Burn. It hurts much like a natural burn would, and cauterizes in a similar fashion. However, in addition to the basic likeness to fire, it also deters regeneration, increasing the time needed to regenerate in stronger foes, and shutting it out altogether in weaker ones.

Sulferite Embersplosives - A specialty of the mechanic Nevina Aeval. While the name is a bit of a mouthful, she could not think of one more appropriate for the violent weapons she keeps in mass supply. As the name suggests, the explosives also contain large amounts of sulfer, intensifying the blasts and causing severe burns in the aftermath. The explosives are not unlike a combination between a grenade and a fireball, making for a unique weapon that is effective against both those immune to physical, as well as those immune to magickal attacks.

More to come...

The rain could be heard all throughout the city of Pluvia; it never ceased. And so, it was known as the City of Eternal Rain.

The citizens of the large city had always known the hard rains that pummeled them, but it rarely made things better. A hooded figure passed down one of the main streets of Pluvia, rain pattering off their hood, their drenched clothing, and even the rooves and streets. Her eyes lacked the luster of life, truly savoring the solidtude of the rains. Basking in the mixture of serenity and sadness, tears hidden beneath rain-dampened fur. Lifelessly she walked, trudging through streets and puddles alike.

Soon, her steps ceased, a weight consuming her. Believably a physical weight by mere appearances, but an emotional one as well. After a long pause, her gaze slowly rose skyward, rain water finding her eyes and mixing with the tears, streaming freely down her moist fur as she shook a bit from the cold. Where was hope now? Where was luck...? Opportunity...? Fotune...? And those people that called themselves FAMILY? How dare they think so much of themselves. That was no home... and it was no happiness. She HAD to leave. But... what had she now, save the clothes clinging to her defeated form?

She had never held an opinion for the rain that bathed her home city before today. But now, she could not determine if the city was as sad as she. Or, if perhaps, the skies relished this pain those below suffered. She soon sighed, which was joined with a sniffle and a wiping of her muzzle with the back of her hand, the other doing a poor job of clearing the moisture from her eyes. She hated this. It was a misery unlike any other. Admittedly, she had been teetering in that life for years. But she had finally broke. She had no home. No life. And it was those words that plagued her mind over and over again. No home. No life. No hope. No family. No love. No future. And it made her shake. Well, perhaps that and the unforgiving cold of the approaching night. Though, in truth, night held little difference to day. Always dark clouds were cast ominously above, blotting out the sun. Always.

"You look a little down on your luck..." Called another woman's voice from nearby.

The cold, wet woman's ears perked a bit at the sound that broke the monotony of the rain's pattering and her head turned to the noise. She paused as her eyes met with that of the bar woman who spoke to her, pausing long and hard before offering a lie of a smile to the woman, lightly shaking her head, "I am not... I am free... just... going for a walk..." None of it a lie, simply a stirring of the truth.

"A walk in the rain with no umbrella or proper coat? And you are soaked. Surely you'd prefer a warmer environment?" She offered a genuine smile to the younger woman and pointed a thumb back over her shoulder, "We've fine drink and food inside. Perhaps you are hungry? Thirsty even? You don't look like you're carrying any extra money on you, but... it's on the house."

The woman was a bit surprised by the offer, looking puzzled to the bar maiden, her heart jumping at the offer, her mind telling her to accept. She even took a step toward the open door with the woman in it's archway, already feeling a warmth from within the lit building, a sense of longing at such an offer filling her. Yet she stopped herself, the leap of her heart soon replaced with a weight, and the urging from her mind to accept, replaced with thoughts stating how little she deserved such kindness. Indeed, it was not kindness meant for her. Her voice dropped as she looked, ears wilting. "I... I cannot accept... I... umm... I have... I have... some place to be..." She quickly turned and began her walk, but the bar woman slipped away for a moment before moving after the cold, wet woman, holding out an umbrella. "Then take this... I'll not take no for an answer."

The wet woman stopped, glancing to the hand on her shoulder that stopped her, and to the offered umbrella, heart feeling heavy again as she spoke almost inaudibly, "I don't deserve to be dry... do not deserve warmth and joy and happiness..." Merely standing there with her eyes on the umbrella for a time before saying, "I canno-" She was soon cut off by the insisting woman, "Too bad! I can't MAKE you use it... but I can be sure you take it with you." With that, the woman hung it in the wet one's belt. "And my offer stands... should you accept." With that, she gave just another moment's pause to show she meant it. However, when the woman did not so much as move, the bar maiden turned back to the lit place and slipped away from sight.

Several minutes later, the wet woman placed her hand on the umbrella's handle as she yet stood there, offering another small sniffle of sadness as she felt the smooth steel of the umbrella's handle, speaking only to herself in a sad, broken voice. "A... a gift...? For... for me...? I... I deserve nothing..." And yet, she could not bring herself to remove the umbrella, to throw it aside or to use it. Instead, she stood sad and in awe as the rain continued to pour around her silhouette in the dark of the street.