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  1. cloakedHacker

    Aspen Salvator

    B A S I C Name: Aspen Salvator Nickname: N/A Alignment: Neutral Evil Gender: Male Species: Demon Race: Demon Sexuality: Straight Apparent Age: 27 Actual Age: 749 P H Y S I C A L Eyes: Light Gold Hair: Short, Messy, White Complexion: Dark, Warm undertones. Height: 6 Feet 2 Inches Build: Tall, Thin, Muscular Attire: M E N T A L I'll work on thjis when it's not 4 am lolz B A C K G R O U N D N A B I L I T I E S M I S C
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    Pride and Larceny

    "I'll be just fine, I promise." Iridia said warmly, her voice calming and gentle, understanding and feeling the anxiety that was coming from the fae. The little sprite cracked a cheesy smile and winked at the taller girl, a warm feeling coming up to her chest. "I think you underestimate how many heavy pocketwatches I've hulled around in my time." The white-haired girl stepped a bit closer to the taller fae, reaching a hand out to take one of hers in her own, squeezing gently. Iridia looked up to Rashvana, relishing the feeling of their hands touching sweetly, her blush deepening on her cheeks. Iridia gave her a look of adoration, smiling reassuringly as her teasing subsided. The little thief ran her thumb over Rashvana's knuckles before lifting her hand to place a tender kiss upon the winter girls chilled hand. "Rashvana.." Iridia murmured, looking back up, her voice practically made with honey at the moment. "I got you into this mess, I caused a huge ruckus in your life, so I swear to you completely.. I'm going to get you home safely and you have no reason to worry or be anxious. I promise you." Iridia's mismatched eyes studied the taller girls, going back and forth to take in the color of her lovely orbs, her blush still lingering upon her cheeks and the tips of her pointed ears. The sprite really did want to get the mechanic home safely, she wanted to visit her at the shop and tend to her wounds, help and make tea and bring her dinner, slip into bed with her, hold each other close and press each other with kisses. However, Iridia said none of this and only allowed those thoughts of want to beat within her heart and flood her mind. However, a moment of doubt dimmed the sprite's thoughts as the sharp words Vox had spoken prior rung through her mind, never trust a thief.
  3. I posted......some fifty years later lol

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    2. Die Shize

      Die Shize

      I'm so sorrys.

      I got stuck in a time dilation bubble this one night that a freakish purple pink comet flew by so I had to call off work and deal with that and I lost my cape at the Donut Man in Los Angeles and then I realized that I hadn't even been to L.A. since about half a decade ago so I had to deal with that too and then I came back here after being frozen for some time (pun unintended) after being sent back to the past after glimpsing the future via a cup of coffee.

      But I have this gift that I made for you.

      *Hands you an empty box*

      I folded up the box very securely so that the edges are secure and you can put a celebratory turkey in there if you wanted.

    3. cloakedHacker

      cloakedHacker

      pbfpbfpbpt.. completely understandable, you are forgiven. thank you for the box, it will come to be very handy. i have a couple short rps to reply to then i'll get to ours. my reply will most likely be a bit shorter, i've been with some people that don't give me very lengthy responses so that's something i have to get used to again if you're gonna be back for a bit before disappearing again. in other words, i'm a bit rusty.

    4. Die Shize
  4. cloakedHacker

    Terrenus Bounty List [need bounty hunters!]

    That's fine with me, no worries!
  5. cloakedHacker

    Terrenus Bounty List [need bounty hunters!]

    asdfghjk i just saw this omg ;; i'd be down for this though!
  6. cloakedHacker

    Pride and Larceny

    "I'm going to have to carry you, we'll just have to take frequent breaks if I feel like I need to rest." Iridia answered, pushing her white locks away from her face, cheeks still flushed, her mind flustered at the thought of kissing Rashvana. The sprite stood a bit awkwardly, fidgeting with the loose fabric of her bottoms, lingering for a moment too long before turning to head back into the bell tower to gather what items they had acquired. Iridia picked up what clean bandages were left, wrapping them up and sliding them between her hip and the band of her pants, tucking the medical elixir into her pocket and picking up the cloak that she had stolen for the fae from the floor. Her wings fluttered lightly as she continued speaking, her voice echoing a bit so the taller fae could hear her. "We just need to get going soon, it's dark so it'll be easier to hide from the guards." Iridia made her way back to the winter girl, fluttering just in front of her, wrapping the cloak around her shoulders gently before touching back down to the ground. The small girl smiled up to Rashvana, her white hair shifting softly in the chilled wind, the moon reflecting beautifully in her mismatched eyes. She held out her arms to the taller girl, ready to pick her up to carry her bridal-style. "C'mere, snow angel, we gotta get goin'."
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    Pride and Larceny

    The taller fae pulled Iridia into her lap, squeezing her tightly to shield her from the chilled breeze that rolled through the air. A dark blush flared up onto the thief's cheeks, her eyes widening and her lips pursing together shyly. The small sprite froze for a moment, her body tensing up until a gentle kiss was placed to the back of her head, causing her shoulders to relax, her body leaning back against Rashvana. However, her face still sported a hot, bright red. Iridia looked up to the moon, the clouds illuminated in the dark sky, few stars peering out. "No, it was just a bad dream." The white-haired girl spoke up, stretching her legs out as her back leaned against the chest of the winter fae. "Just got to me a little too much, is all." With another sigh, Iridia shifted to face Rashvana a bit more, her mismatched eyes twinkling under the lunar glow in the sky, her face still flushed and burning. Iridia's pink lips were pulled into a shy smile, her features softening as she focused on the winter girl before her. "Thank you, though." With that, Iridia reached up to gently tuck a piece of light blue hair behind Rashvana's pointed ear, exposing her face more, the thief's fingers brushing against the side of Rashvana's soft face, sweetly. The sprite studied the taller girls expression, her sparkling blue eyes, staring at her lips for a moment too long, wanting desperately to kiss them. The tanned fae found herself leaning forward in the slightest, her green and blue eyes flicking up to meet the mechanics before she pulled herself back. Pursing her lips together out of embarrassment, Iridia turned away, clearing her throat and sliding herself out of Rashvana's lap. "We - uh - we... should start heading out soon." The small girl said, pushing herself up to stand once more, pressing a hand to her chest to calm her heart, which felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The thief breathed heavily and shakily, clinging to the fae as her arm wrapped around Iridia, her white hair stroked softly. Her body was visibly trembling. Iridia was hardly ever terrified, never truly hurt or worried about things, that was until Rashvana showed up in the situation. All she could think about and fret over was the mechanic; her wound, how she felt, her safety, how she thought about the thief. Trying to settle her ragged breaths, the smaller girl slumped against the blue-haired fae, wiping at her mismatched eyes, not daring to let a tear fall. "S-Sorry.." Iridia murmured, forehead still pressed against the other woman, her breath tickling her cool skin. "It was.. a really dumb nightmare. I'm.. not sure why it got to me so much?" Iridia stayed put under the moonlight with Rashvana for a few moments, soaking up her company, knowing exactly why the dream had affected her the way it did. Hearing the mechanics voice, the words spoken with icy hate kept pulling at the sprite's heart, making her uneasy and upset. The smaller girl apologized for rushing over to Rashvana and clinging onto her like a leech, still leaning against her gently, enjoying her hair being stroked softly.
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    Pride and Larceny

    No real dreams came to Iridia as she snored and drooled, her eyebrows furrowing in the slightest as instead, she heard voices surrounding and echoing around her drowsy mind. The voices started off quiet, indistinguishable, but they slowly started to build up, overlapping one another and becoming more angry, more hostile. You're clipped next. She will never love you, no one will. Never trust a thief. You left us to be killed! All you know how to do is lie! You should have died, not us. You betray everyone. Stop hurting more people. All you do is cause trouble. Just be a better person! I loved you, and you took advantage of that. Everyone despises you. ... You deserve to die. Iridia sat up from her slumber quickly, her forehead covered in sweat, white hair sticking to her skin and neck. She had heard the voices in her sleep other times, voices she could recognize as Vox, her parents and people she had wronged in her past, but there was a new voice this time. A lovely chime of bells echoing through her head before she awoke, easily distinguishable as Rashvana's sweet voice. The sprite looked around frantically, not spotting the mechanic, her heart pounding in her chest as her throat tightened, feeling like she might get sick. The white-haired fae felt tears whelm in her eyes as she stood, her body aching with bruises and bumps, spinning to look for her winter girl. "Snowstorm!" Iridia cried out, her voice cracking as she saw the faint glow of the moon on the other woman's light blue locks. The thief ran over, her small feet tapping on the metal before her wings excitedly picked her up and flew her over to Rashvana, her body practically collapsing next to her as she clung on to her arm, resting her forehead against the chilled skin of the mechanic's shoulder. Iridia's body was shaking from the anxiety clutching her chest, her breath huffing as she found comfort and safety near the winter fae.
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    Pride and Larceny

    "I don't think anyone saw it was me necessarily, so there shouldn't be too many guards about anyway." Iridia spoke, looking back up to Rashvana as she sat back down. The smaller sprite studied the girl in front of her, taking in her features, her heart pounding against her chest, a blush rising to her face. The winter woman had the face of an angel that Iridia so desperately wanted to touch and press kisses to, long hair that she wanted to run her fingers through and play with, a figure she wanted to touch gently and caress. Swallowing hard, the tanned girl tore her gaze away hesitantly, wanting to admire Rashvana for ages more. The white-haired fae instead looked up to the window, the sun shining through and lighting up the small dark bell room. "I am, however.. a bit sleepy.." Iridia murmured as she slowly lowered herself down to lay on her side, eyes fluttering closed. A big sigh escaped from between her pink lips, allowing her body to relax and fall limp finally. Her body was extremely exhausted but she kept pushing herself for Rashvana's sake: making sure she was taken somewhere safe, flying quite a distance and escaping away from the fae guards with the materials for the winter girl's wounds, carrying her around due to her injured wing. Iridia didn't mind doing it in the slightest, it was the least she could do for the mechanic considering that she was the one who pulled her into their mess of a situation, but it was definitely taking a toll on her small body.
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    Pride and Larceny

    The taller fae pulled Iridia closer as she stood on her knees, dabbing at her cheeks and wounds on her face tenderly, the cool water pleasing to the sprite. With a small sigh, she fluttered her eyes open only to see Rashvana's chest near her face, instantly causing a blush to rise up to her cheeks and pointed ears. Blinking rapidly, Iridia quickly looked away from the mechanics breasts, not wanting to be rude, though she very much would've enjoyed to kiss and touch. The white-haired girl cleared her throat sheepishly, looking up to Rashvana's face, watching how her face concentrated as she cleaned up Iridia's own wounds. "Th.. Thank you." The sprite said, her voice hardly above a whisper as she took in the mechanic's beauty. She stared up at the fae before tearing her gaze away from the winter girl, coming back to her senses, looking down to the ground, trying to avoid catching sight of her chest again as it was still near her face. "We can camp out here for a little bit.. Wait until you have your strength back again and such before moving along and getting you back home."
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    Pride and Larceny

    "I'm just fine, Rashvana." The sprite spoke, unraveling the bandages. "Just thinking, is all." Iridia wrapped her arms around the mechanic for a moment to wrap the bandage around her body, the thin cloth pressing against the sliced skin on her back. The thief's arms and hands brushed softly against the sides of the winter fae every now and then as she continued wrapping the gauze around her body, still a bit silent as she patched up Rashvana. After wrapping it around her quite a few times, Iridia tucked the end of the bandages into the wrappings and set aside what was left to redress it later on. The shorter girl moved from behind the winter woman, a small frown on her lips, a bit of a blank look in her eyes. "You'll probably have some scars.." Iridia spoke softly, unable to look at Rashvana. "Your wing should heal up just fine, though." The small sprite rubbed her arm a bit anxiously, wondering when they would be able to get on the move back home.
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    Pride and Larceny

    "The Royals aren't necessarily fans of mine." Iridia answered with a cheesy smile, hoping it would ease her worry. "But it's fine, you don't have any reason to fret." The sprite moved to sit behind the mechanic, slowly untying the bloodied sash from around her body, exposing her cuts and wounds from just the night before. With a shaky sigh, Iridia took in the sight, feeling her heart drop, a sickness overcoming her entire self. This was guilt, and she wasn't used to such a feeling. The small girl took the cream-colored garb and placed it in the water, Rashvana's blood immediately reddening the water. The thief cursed softly as she reached with shaky hands to pull away the mechanic's shirt from the lacerations around her damaged wing. With eyebrows furrowed with concentration and distraught, Iridia took the sash soaked with water into her hands, wringing it out into the bowl and placing the chilled cloth against the mechanic's back. "S-Sorry!" Iridia immediately said as the fae in front of her tensed and seethed with pain. The small girl continued murmuring soft apologies as she gently wiped away the dried up blood away from the slices in the girl's pale skin. Pulling it away to soak back into the bowl, chilled water running down Rashvana's back as it was beginning to look a lot cleaner and fresh. Iridia was mostly quiet, no jokes or teasing remarks despite having the winter fae's bareback in front of her. The crease of her spine down the middle of her back, between her wings, the soft skin between her shoulders she wanted to kiss. With another sigh, Iridia finished cleaning away all the old blood from the previous night's tragedy, placing the soaking sash back into the bowl before reaching for the bandages and a little glass vial she had managed to steal for Rashvana.
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    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia looked over to Rashvana as she jerked herself awake, watching as she went straight for the blueberries. With a smile, the sprite sat comfortably, her silvery wings relaxed on her back, her white hair still a mess from her quick getaway, her eyes still looking a bit exhausted. Beside her sat her loot of the silver bracelet, golden coin, bandages and the small bowl that seemed to been have filled with water before the mechanic woke up. Once seeing the red face upon the pale girl, however, the smile fell from Iridia's lips and worry crossed her features. The sprite stood, going over to the injured fae before crouching down near her. "Damn it.." Iridia mumbled, bringing her hand up to cup Rashvana's cheek gently. "I thought we got in here quick enough before the sun roasted ya too much.. You don't have a fever now too, do you?" The sprite questioned, touching her tanned forehead to the mechanic's own to check her temperature, their noses brushing against each other briefly, just like in the dream before things escalated. Iridia pulled back to look at Rashvana, concern clearly placed upon her features. With her white eyebrows knitted together, she stood and grabbed the bandages and bowl of water before the mechanic could even answer. Sitting down in front of the winter fae again, the sprite seemed incredibly eager to help the girl in front of her as much as possible. She was the one who dragged her into this mess of a situation, it was only fair to do what she could to fix what could be repaired. "Not everything.." Iridia spoke, focused on preparing to cleanup some of Rashvana's wounds. "I wanted to grab a few more things, but I think if I stayed there any longer, I would've ended up being killed."
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    Pride and Larceny

    Iridia pouted lightly as she entered the bell tower to see the mechanic asleep once more. Looks like she wasn't going to get a reaction from the girl by yelling out, "Honey, I'm home!" The sprite fluttered down from the window to touch down nearby Rashvana, being sure to keep quiet, as she set a big sack down onto the metal. However, it wasn't a bag and was a black cloak, held at the corners to carry everything she brought back from her shopping thieving trip to the Garden. With a heavy sigh, Iridia looked quite tired as she sat, pulling her loot away from the cloak for the mechanic. Her white hair was a mess, wind-blown and tangled, her cheeks were red, glistening a bit from the sweat that coated her warm skin lightly. It was incredibly obvious she had been flying hastily, being quick to take what she needed while keeping herself hidden and getting out of there as quickly as possible. The sprite tried to slow her breathing while her heart raced against her chest, pounding in her ears as she tried to settle down. Iridia pulled the blueberries from the dark cloth, placing them beside the mechanic, so she had a snack to wake up to, as well as pulling the gold coin and setting it off to the side with the silver bracelet she stole from a human, bandages, a small, fae-sized wooden bowl, and a glass vial filled with a clear liquid. Iridia looked down at the items she gathered and sighed once more, a sad look crossing her features. She wished she could've grabbed more, or at least wished she could do more for Rashvana. Taking the soft, black cloak, Iridia scooted herself closer to the winter fae, drawing the garb over her body, much like a blanket. Looking down to the mechanic, Iridia felt another smile creep up to her rosy lips as she reached forward to run her fingers through her long, light-blue locks. When she woke up, Iridia would offer to clean up her wounds and back some, bandage up what needed it and they would relax for a bit before they needed to get going. Especially now that Iridia had stolen from the Garden, the palace would most likely send faeries out to search the area. However, the thief was hardly able to think about such things as she looked down to Rashvana, taking in her beautiful, soft features, already missing the sound of her voice and the way she looked at the sprite. Iridia was so used to people hating her, wanting her dead, that this warmth and compassion that Rashvana kept giving and showing to the smaller girl, was throwing her off completely, but she was beginning to grow accustomed to it, loving every moment of the mechanic's presence.
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