Falcon2001 Posted October 23, 2001 Report Posted October 23, 2001 Deep in the mountains of terra, beyond the reaches of the warring mages, sits a large keep that looks suitiably poetic during lightning storms(which occur quite often). It is on a penninsula that juts out into the ocean, and the west garden pokes out over the ocean. In here poets are made, bards relax, and literary pursuits are life. This is the Mighty Pen Keep. Deep inside the bowels of the Keep, something strange is transpiring... "OW!" In Falcon's room, to be exact. "Stop tickling me, damnit!" The scene was not quite idyllic. An attractively endowed young woman in a red dress had the young mage by his hair, and he was squirming around, trying to tickle her. Finally, after a good round of hair-pulling and tickling and screams, he was forced to the ground with the woman straddling his back, pressing his head to the rocky floor. "Kiss it!" The woman screamed, yanking his hair harder. "NEVE- OWWWWW!!!! OKAY, OKAY!" Falcon cried, pressing his lips to the floor. Triumphantly, the woman arose. Leaning over him (incendentally exposing quite a large view of that aforementioned endowment), she laughed. "I win!" Scrambling to his feet, Falcon was about to start the tickling again when she suddenly grabbed his hair again. Instead of pulling him to the floor, however, she pulled him into a very inapropriate kiss that involved both parties using their tongues to their best advantage, and incidentally included a tiny bit of hands. When he broke for air, she smiled crookedly and ruffled his black hair. "What do you say, Falcon?" "Thank you, Mistress Jessica." She smiled again. "Good. Keep it up and you might go somewhere farther." Sticking her tongue out at him, she turned on a heel, spinning. "So, what do you think?" she asked. Of course Falcon thought her to be one of the most beautiful creatures on the world(Andrea wins, guys). She had tricolored hair that kind of swept out at the tips, which were right below her neck. Her greenish blue eyes were the color of seafoam on a rainy day. She stood about 5' 8", considerably shorter than Falcon, but still not super short. "So, what do you think?" OOC: Okay, if anyone here can guess a special event (Not halloween) that's going to happen within the next three weeks...this is the prep. Cioden Darkeye Page of The Mighty Pem Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta Edited by: Falcon2001 at: 10/22/01 9:49:32 pm
Falcon2001 Posted October 23, 2001 Author Report Posted October 23, 2001 Falcon bowed. "I quail before your beauty." He wasn't joking. Jessica giggled. "You're so silly...come on, we must be going. The party is on the first, and that gives us only a week until the preperations must be complete." Walking out of the door with the crimson-clothed girl on his arm, he started off toward the banquet hall. ~~~MEANWHILE~~~ Cioden was hurriedly getting together a dress ensemble for the dance that would be going on soon in the banquet hall. After spending an hour realizing he only wore black anyway, he donned his best slacks and shirt, then started to walk out the door. Mere inches from freedom, the door was flung open, and a blood-haired demoness stormed in. "WHERE IS HE?" She screamed, pointing an accusitory finger at the now-shaking Cioden. Andrea had arrived, and it wasn't a pretty scene. Andrea Cabot stood exactly as tall as Jessica, with eyes that were a pale green that stood out against her pale-ish skin. Her hair was cut close and dyed red, making it look rather creepy in the dim candle-light of Cioden's abode. Endowed just about as much as Jessica, she was wearing a black dress that looked really good on her, except for the fact that she was screaming her head off. "Tell me where he is or I'll cut your-" "J-Jessica got here and went to go see him...he's in his room...he didn't think you knew how to get here...he's been waiting for you!" Andrea's verdant eyes narrowed. Cioden Darkeye Page of The Mighty Pen Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta
Falcon2001 Posted October 24, 2001 Author Report Posted October 24, 2001 Falcon walked on down the hall, his mind pre-occupied with his long-lost love, Andrea. Desperate to get away from the girl firmly attached to his arm, he suddenly tripped on the completely smooth wood floor and fell flat on his face, trying to buy time. Jessica, hands on hips, spun around. "What ARE you doing?" "Mfgg mfh mfh ffll!" "What?" He raised himself to a sitting position. "I tripped and fell!" ~MEANWHILE~ Andrea bounded in through his open door, looking around with eagle eyes. Cioden Darkeye Page of The Mighty Pen Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta
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