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Ethnic: Brazilian
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My Zodiac sign: Virgo
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So the city is now a mishmash of the original human city and the magical enchanted city. Things were rough at first, but by the time of the story, the inhabitants are coexisting mostly peacefully with each other and both sides have adjusted. Awww, thanks! I love him too!

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Deep Freak Zone: Reality glitches, planet-sized or larger Eldritch Horrors, living colors, non-anthropomorphized celestial bodies, the wind. Originally posted by dolcesostenuto. You had stumbled into the Rusty Dagger one stormy night, only trying to escape the rain and thunder.

The tavern was empty except for the two of you. Arman, he was called, an old orc with salt and pepper hair and golden eyes. The storm outside screamed louder and louder, lightning flashing through the windows. A fire burned warmly, the two of you huddled around it, as you talked for hours. He moved closer and so did you. As the fire burned brightly, your lips met in a tender kiss. Rough hands traveled down your waist and rested on your hips, pulling you a little deeper into his embrace.

At least until the storm has left us…just stay a little longer. You would certainly return to the Rusty Dagger. Again and again you would visit his tavern…. You had stumbled upon him amidst of a bloody battle, the one and only medic in a battlefield of mighty warriors. At once you rushed to his aid, dragging him into the medic tent.

That first meeting had been frightening, with Oh'mak on the brink of death. You came to his side at once, leaning over the orc. And when you did, Oh'mak pulled you into a deep kiss. Perhaps you were surprised…but you quickly melted into the kiss, sighing into his lips. And you wanted him too. Kissing him once more, promises were murmured in between lips. The bloody war would one day be over…and the future already looked a little bit brighter.

You were running away from him once again, laughing as the orc screamed curses at you. It was an ongoing thing between the two of you.

A flirtation, you called it. But Slade preferred to call it an annoyance. But he was sort of cute too…especially when he was angry! The orc stormed after you as you laughed, just nearly escaping him only to be yanked back. Twisting around in his arms, you greeted the orc with a mischievous smile and a sudden but sweet kiss. Slade was stunned but, to his shame, kissed you back.

No more tricks, you are coming with me! Once more you had just barely escaped his grasp, blowing Slade a kiss before vanishing.

Left with burning cheeks and a beating heart, the orc vowed to catch you…and to kiss you again. You had come in the name of peace, hoping to end the war that had gone on for far too long. When Das'ak had asked you into his tent, you had been prepared for a long and hard discussion of peace. But Das'ak seemed to have just that in mind. In the quiet candlelight of the royal tent, the prince made you laugh and blush all night long.

His voice curled in your ear, lips on your neck…and soon they were on your lips in a perfect kiss. The prince held you tight, pressed chest to chest with you.

A bright future was sealed with a sweet kiss. The war had gone on too long but something beautiful was born from the ashes. A new peace…and another kiss.

You had stormed his stronghold by yourself, the lone archer against a horde of Orcish bandits. You fought with everything you had, taking down bandit after bandit in a bloody display. But it was also stupid.

Mor smirked down at you, his ax ready to swing and your arrows ready fly. But he quite liked it. A huge hand grasped your arm and yanked you into his. And then he kissed you roughly. Before you could even figure out what was happening, the orc had pulled away from your lips. Taking your hand, the bandit dragged you away. You were quick and clever…and quite a kisser.

You had been brought to him as a prisoner, a human who had wandered too close to his territory. Torture…or perhaps death. The warlord looked down at you from his throne and, unwavering even now, your eyes met his own definently. Beckoning your foward, the orc looked at you for a moment before he gently kissed you.

It was such a soft thing fron such a vicious orc…and it only lasted for a moment. And with that, you were lead away from the warlord. Pressing your cold fingers to your lips, you found that they still burned with his kiss, his warning echoing in your mind…certainly another lesson would be in order.

Originally posted by enchanted-forests. Cold and dim and dirty, with not a human soul in sight.

Mice and rats ran in the darkness, their paws scraping against the dirt, and spiders danced in their delicate webs. The dungeon was cold and empty…except for just one person. She wore only a tattered apron and a thin, ragged dress that was barely enough to comfort her through the cold. Dirt and soot covered her skin, her feet bare against the stone floor, as she shivered in the dungeon.

One look at her and you might think her a miserable creature…but her beauty still shined through the disguise. Neither the cold nor dirt could hide her beauty, no matter how hard she had tried to make it so. And she truly did try. It was better, she monster fucking tumblr learned very quickly, when she hide herself beneath grime and misery. The punishments were not as cruel then. If she played her pathetic part, cleaning the castle and begging so pitifully, then her stepmother might show her some mercy. But not always. But sweetness quickly turned sour and now…now she was in dungeon again.

Locked in the darkness, shivering softly in a dank corner.

Perhaps she should have been more afraid. Tried to escape. Cried and wept. The sound of the soft voice made her smile happily. Hand crept from the shadows, gray and ice cold, and wrapped around her waist. Here, in the darkness of the dungeon, was another princess. Rose Red had been killed long, long ago and had buried beneath the castle, quickly forgotten and left to slumber…but not monster fucking tumblr long.

In the dungeon, no living soul heard their plot, other then the rats and spiders. No one knew of their plan. The moon was hidden beneath thick, black clouds, only a few slips of silver leading her through the shadows. Blood and rags were left behind her but it mattered not. She smiled through her terrified tears, her mind wandering back to the huntsman.

His ragged apologies. His silver knife. Her beating heart. Ilse was known for her dark magic and wicked ways, twisting those around her so cruelly for her own enjoyment. What threats had she whispered to him, that sickly sweet smile still on her face? What terror had she promised the frightened man? What he was going to do to her. What Ilse had told him to do. Shaking hands held the night tightly, the huntsman looking down at the princess and sobbing apologies.