The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

[Hentaispider]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Hotel -> Cafe
Pale -> Alex

"Not satisfied yet?" Pale says with a teasing smile as she starts undoing Alex's shirt. "Sorry love, but I don't think it's allowed, which leaves satisfying you the other way."

Opening the shirt Pale seems to like what she sees as she moves to kiss Alex on the lips while cupping her breasts with her hands. Kneading the dragoness' breasts with her cupped hands, the pale woman traces her lips down Alexandra's figure, for a moment teasingly licking her vulnerable neck then continuing down to her breasts. Tracing their outlines teasingly with her mouth, Pale then sets down to licking and sucking the nipples while her right hand follows the curve of the helpless dragoness into her pants, rubbing teasingly her lower lips. Entering a finger into Alexandra's flower, Pale eventually brings the other woman into orgasm.

Not satisfied with her victim just yet, Pale continues tracing the tall woman's body downwards with her lips, pulling her pants off. Kissing the clitoris, Pale spreads Alex's legs apart. Opening the labia with her fingers she starts lapping the flower first frustratingly slowly, then slowly picking up speed as she visits it first with one, then with two fingers, making them wet from the drippling juices. As Alexandra starts reaching her second orgasm, Pale moves her fingers faster, even inserting one into her rear. After Alex orgasms, Pale continues teasing her for a moment, before getting up.

"Hmm. What should I do with such a nice pet?" Tying the taller woman spread eagled on the bed, though not so tightly that she couldn't get out without too much difficulty, the black-eyed vampire continues: "I think I'll decide in the morning. Have fun until then."

Finished with her victim, the vampire leaves the room, walking back to the cafe.

 

[Termite]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Hotel
Alex -> Pale


"N... Not allowed?" The only thing that was expressly forbidden on this island was death. Was she truly that drained? Alex's answer came when Pale moved closer and kissed the woman on the lips. A moment later two hands exposed the dragon's shapely chest to the world, and a moment after that those hands went to cupping and kneading those soft mounds as the vampires mouth worked its way South. All Alex could do was cry as those sensations kept her body teetering on the brink of an orgasm. She couldn't lift a hand to encourage the woman to suckle her tit, she couldn't raise a finger to play with her own dripping sex, she couldn't even bring a head up to watch as Pale enjoyed toying with her draconic body, the liberties that were taken far beyond what she normally would have allowed. All she could do was whine and moan as a finger worked itself into her pussy. With her body so worked up it didn't take long for her resistance to break, and the dragon finally cried out in bliss as she was finally brought to a much needed climax.

Panting in afterglow and too weak to do much else Alex soon felt the vampire's lips tracing along her body once more. A few seconds later the skirt protecting her decency was removed. A pair of hands gently pried her legs apart, and with her mound quite clearly exposed Pale finally lowered her head and gave the dragon's clit a lovely little kiss. It forced the weakened woman to cry out. Her body was still recovering from her climax, and the sudden attention on her excited nub sent a shock of pleasure through her core that was nearly painful in her post-orgasmic state. But the feeling of two fingers forcing her lips apart soon gave way to that wonderful tongue slowly working its way through her open sex, and as Pale continued to slowly work her magic Alex found her arousal starting to build once again.

The pace that Pale took was almost torturous to the dragon's over-worked libido, but little by little that tongue worked faster. Even with her body drained as it was Alex couldn't prevent her nectar from spilling into the vampire's mouth, and soon enough she was more than prepared for the finger that returned to pumping her needy flesh. Had she the strength Alex would have bucked her hips against that invading digit, but all she could manage was a steady rhythmic pulsing from her soft inner walls that tried to pull that finger even deeper. When another finger joined its sister Alex found her voice trying to squeak out a cry of passion, but all she could manage were a few heavy gasps that started to grow quicker the longer she was fucked.

She could feel it approaching, a second orgasm, one that would probably feel even better than the first with how slow and deliberate this buildup had been. It crept over her, the fire at her core stroked slowly and steadily as her body was used to another's content, and that wondrous peak was within reach as Alex could do nothing more than let body be taken. But just as she was finally prepared she felt something poke the ring of her ass. It sent a chilling shock through her system that somehow forced her to actually lift her head, but a moment later Pale's finger plowed into her rear and buried itself inside her bowels. Being violated there was too much, and Alex found the strength to arch her back and moaned in abject pleasure. Even as she came down from her high the attention never stopped, and once her body gave in and fell back to the bed her body shuddered in small aftershocks that felt like microgasms popping all over her used sex.

When Pale finally pulled herself free Alex was left a disheveled mess unable to do anything other than pant and moan as her body tried to calm. She didn't even hear the vampire speak until she felt her limbs being bound and restrained. Even then all she could do was shift her eyes to watch the woman work, and when she was finally laid spread and bare without any hope of escape the vampire decided to make a decision sometime in the morning. The tied dragon was soon left all on her lonesome, and had she the strength she would have torn herself free. But she couldn't, and somehow she knew she probably wouldn't. Alex still owed Pale a favor, one that Pale said would be taken later. Could this be what she wanted? A pet? There was no way for Alex to be sure, but that very real possibility flitted through her mind as she felt her body giving into the physical and sexual exhaustion she was being forced to suffer. When Pale finally returned she would have to ask, but for now all she could do was rest.

 

[lurker]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Six -> Clusterfuck Cafe(?)

Mostly ignoring the cafe, Six continued on her meal, ripping more chunks of the meat off until finally she scooped up the last bit, gulping it down with a purr. Afterwards, she looked up to notice the staff member back with Pale's pizza, blushing a bit at the disturbed look by the staff member at her. "Er, sorry, I'll be more distcreet," she replied, embarressed. Afterwards, Six sat there, quietly waiting around for the vampire while debating herself what to do.

 

[Hentaispider]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Pale -> Six

Some time after her disappearance the pale vampire walks back into the cafe, appearing satisfied and quite pleased with herself. Heading to the table where Six sits, Pale pulls a seat. "Hello again Six" is all she says before she starts eating the still warmish pizza.

Hotel
Pale -> Alex

As the first rays of dawn reach over the horizon, Pale returns to her room, carrying a tray containing a sizable meal: bacon, fresh baked bread, some cheese, a bowl of hot porridge and milk. "Good morning girl. I hope you slept well. You must be very hungry."

Setting the tray on the night table, Pale releases Alexandra and sits down on the bed, ready to feed her if necessary.

 

[Keylo]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Enigma --> Auralice ---> Tamonten

To parade around in such an attire was quite the unthinkable thing for Enigma, whose normal choice of attire was entirely based on the notion of avoiding attention. Yet...as she was now, barring an initial, self-quieted protest...the elf found herself going along with it...much to her confusion. Confusion which would occupy her mind as she found herself blushing heavily as she was allowed to be lead along...only glad that the...choice attire, at least prevented a direct frontal glance at any effects of her "embarassment" (otherwise known as arousal to some)...

"A walk?...Like this?...But...this is...I...suppose...oh..."

Why was she going along with these things again?... Sure mistress had told her but...well...perhaps she should be glad that she was simply allowed to remain standing in her current attire...

 

[BlueSlime]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Hotspring
Nala

Nala eased herself into the water, daintily rubbing her sore bottom where Luciana had been quite liberal with her tentacles. At last she lowered herself down to the shoulders in the hot pool and sighed in relaxed contemplation. She cleared her mind and recalled the wonderful feelings she'd experienced already, with such a short time in this paradise realm.

"Who or what shall I meet next, I wonder?" she murmured to herself as she moved her arms and created small, lazy ripples in the water in front of her.

 

[Keylo]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Enigma ---> Nala

As if on cue, it would be then that a melodic voice would seem to simply ring out from beyond the hot spring's steam...one of recognition, surprise...and interest.

"My my...it's been ever so long since I've seen one of your kind...not ever since I stopped visiting my dear teacher in the jungles so long ago..."

A voice that would be followed of course, by none other than an elf with perhaps the most exotic hair coloring in existence, white, purple...hot pink streaks...who opts to emerge from the steam across from Nala, so as to position herself better for a conversation to be had.

"...Would you by any chance be the founder of that new "strain" of magic circulating about? The one revolving around...carnal pleasures of course."

 

[Hafnium]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Tamonten -> Speechcraft for Dragonesses.

Spoiler

Zaro -> Looossseeerrr! Tamonten.

Victory was hers, and while it was only practice or merely mock-battle, domination in such a regard always sparkled a little glow-worm of contentedness in Zaro's heart. However because this was supposed to be practice, and that the Giantess did not feel she had helped in some greatly improving manner sullied what should have been an ideal time to stand proud or taunt. Being so blunted of enthusiasm and lacking of an outward personality, it rather sullied the experience of harmless conquest over a worthy foe... whom did herself not justice with so many problems using the left hand. The engineered monstrous humanoid counted quite a few that all lead to one main issue - Tamonten was predictable due to her stiff, awkward swings and lack of organic flow that was presumably prevalent in her right hand. That's what practice was for, and this session may not have done much more then point out the flaws to dent one's pride, or at least to make her aware of and perhaps learn from the mistakes...

Thus Zaro did not portray much in the way of a change of facial expressions from the battle, remaining calm and poised, upright upon powerful anthromoprhic legs with the spear held at one end, out partly to her side, with the 'sharp' end just under the defeated Swordswoman. The Giantess initially felt that Tamonten wished to die, for she was very literal-minded... however after a few moment's of silent thought, the massive Shield-Maiden did feel her features gradually shift into something somewhat unusual as the pale-skinned woman recovered and launched a volley of phrases with the spirit of humour instilled with them - rather then out-right smiling, the Dragonic female's ears lowered and the strong, fanged lips curled up a little, eyes drooping in the strange way a dog might seem as though it was smiling without actually doing so.

Huffing quietly with a brief growly-purr noise, she move the spear away and hesitated before offering a hand to help Tamonten pick herself up, rumbling a few choice words that would hopefully do some justice to their practice session. "You are good... I... lack experience with practice, between me and others... I do hope it helped." She managed and inwardly cringed, again, at her lack of linguistic skill. Instead of allowing another long, awkward silence, the heavier woman reached down to the pouch upon a wide outer hip to produce that sharp chunk of flint, offering it to Tamoten's use. "Something to refine the tool?" She rumbled out in a guttural, ill-experienced show of assistance.

The swordswoman accepted the hand up. When the victor had finished speaking, the human girl gave a single chuckle. "If only I could blame that fight on the condition of the weapon!" Despite her statement, she grinned even wider at Zaro. It wasn't because she found the situation inherently amusing, but simply because it was easiest for her to beat any sense of despair at her performance with a sense of humor. And, if Tamonten were to approach the subject sensibly, what had she expected? The giantess was doubtless a practiced warrior. To think that anything but the pale female's best, even in practice, would see the shield-maiden challenged would be an insult to the imposing Dragoness! The white-haired human might sulk a little, but she wouldn't insult her training opponent. No, she was very thankful for their sparring match. Even if it had been rather one-sided, it showed the would-be weaponmaster just how far she had to go. Someone with the overly ambitious, broad, and unspecific goal of being the best swordsman in the world couldn't let herself become as sedentary about her skills as she had or she would never even come close to realize that overwhelming dream.

"My father taught me that every weapon had a soul," the demonic swordswoman continued idly once she was upright again. "I wonder if that's true for training weapons." She looked thoughtfully at the dropped stick before scooping it up and accepting the flint. "Better not to risk offending it, right?" As she spoke, Tamonten eyed the wooden stick in an attempt to discern how, exactly, to improve it. The possessed girl was a hobbyist woodcarver, at best. In fact, most of her carving experience involved the addition of a pointy end, because the girl had quickly learned that a greatsword had no place in spearfishing. The art of turning the stick into a feasible practice weapon was a little bit beyond her, but she reckoned that she could at least improve the balance a little bit. Without any ado, Tamonten took a kneel-sitting position in the sand, facing the water, and began her work. "It might take me a while, I'm not very good at carving. I think I could do with a quick breather after our little bout anyway." The swordswoman nodded at the sand next to her, attempting to suggest that the genetically altered female have a seat as well, though not quite vocally. Green eyes remained on the giantess for a few moments to see what she would do, but eventually turned back to her efforts on the training sword.

Although the possessed girl wasn't the most perceptive around, it wasn't entirely beyond her recognition that her sparring partner didn't seem to talk too much, even if the human girl didn't understand exactly why. Still, she wanted to at least try to have some sort of conversation with the woman who had just soundly defeated her, if only to keep things interesting while she worked. Tamonten decided to try a simple question. "Lady Zaro, if you don't mind me asking, where did you learn how to fight like that?" Well, it seemed like a simple question to the pale girl who wasn't familiar with the Dragoness's history, at least.

Tamonten -> Tomoe

The trip out of the arena was slightly less disorienting than the trip in, for Tamonten at least. The pale swordswoman, with Tomoe cradled in her arms, found new scenery coming into focus as the arena faded away. As a bonus, the possessed girl didn't land flat on her face during the transition, either. Her clothes, however, were missing in action. Despite what she had done inside that room filled with lewd instruments, Tamonten's spirit wasn't quite so free as to enjoy public nudism yet. A quick look around, though mostly searching for her discarded swimsuit, revealed that they had been transported to a hot spring of some sort. The pool of inviting water was surrounded by rocks on all but one side and the growth of trees around the area offered some sense of privacy. It was a calming sight, made more calming still when the demonic girl finally spotted her clothing. The modest swimsuit was bundled, almost thoughtfully, on the ground next to the spring. Well, she had wanted to clean off, the taller woman supposed, it was sort of accommodating in that way.

"Shall we take a dip, Lady Warrior?" The white-haired swordswoman finally asked the eastern warrior, entirely sure of what else to do or say at that point.

 

[lurker]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Six -> Pale

Six looks up as the vampire looks to her. "Ah, you came back..." Six said quietly, flushing a bit. "I trust you kept, er, busy?"

 

[Hentaispider]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Pale -> Six

"You could say that" Pale says, continuing in between bites "I think I went a little too far, so Alex will need to recover for a bit."

 

[lurker]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Six -> Pale

Six frowned at that. "I thought the island's magic wouldn't let one harm another, especially considering I've tried similar stunts earlier..." she replied, partly confused, but guessing a little at the effects thereof.

 

[Hentaispider]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Pale -> Six

"Oh, she's not...hurt, really. She'll just need a good rest and a good meal, I think. Though I've not had many volunteers before, I've never seen any actual...ill effects that would last for very long." Pale replies with a slightly less casual tone.

 

[lurker]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Six -> Pale

Six nodded slightly, but offered no comment to the remarks by the vampiress. Though the fact that even she seemed troubled did placate Six's anger a bit, she also knew that the two of them were entirely different beasts. After all, when Six stalked a victim, she had to kill to feed, unlike Pale. Even still, Six simply rested in her chair, passively glancing around the cafe.

 

[Guan Yu]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Tomoe -> Everyone near the combat derp

Still maintaining her distance from the mock fight, the shrine maiden looked on as the two battled, thinking that she saw someone else besides herself observing the duel. Trying to find this other spectator by peering around the surroundings, Tomoe was suddenly reminded about her stomach still being there, and the necessities of eating her body needed. Nodding her head at the two combatants, she left the opening behind, never finding out the victor of the combat.

Just as the miko had managed to seat herself and received a suitable meal, fate played it's tricks at her....

Tomoe vs Tamonten happens

Punches and kicks and wooden horses and anal penetration....

Tomoe -> Tamonten, that mean girl

After having been picked off from the floor by this girl who had utterly drained her to helplessness, Tomoe had felt both of them leaving the arena in a brief light and fading of the surroundings. They were now outside in warmth again, apparently at an onsen of some sort. It was a remarkably pretty place, and the priestess found the area to be calming as it reminded her about the familiar eastern lands. Her robes were also there somehow, still in the same neat bundle that the pale girl had folded them into, next to what looked like the swimsuit of the girl.

When she was addressed, Tomoe turned her gaze towards the girl still holding her in a cradling carry. "I'd like it, yes. Your.... semen.... is still filling up my... rear. I'd prefer to wash it away.... along with all this other dirt and wetness." she replied, not quite that shy to talk about such matters anymore.

 

[Termite]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Hotel
Pale -> Alex

As the first rays of dawn reach over the horizon, Pale returns to her room, carrying a tray containing a sizable meal: bacon, fresh baked bread, some cheese, a bowl of hot porridge and milk. "Good morning girl. I hope you slept well. You must be very hungry."

Setting the tray on the night table, Pale releases Alexandra and sits down on the bed, ready to feed her if necessary.

Hotel
Alex -> Pale


Falling asleep was a bit of a chore with her limbs spread wide and her body unable to fully relax, but exhaustion is a powerful motivator and forced her to simply pass out where she lay. So when Pale finally returned she was snoring lightly in her slumber. The sudden call caused her to rouse, and the smell of food forced her stomach to gurgle and moan while she was still tied down. It was a little embarrassing being unable to hold herself back, but considering how she ended up this way her hunger was the least of her problems.

A nod was given to answer the vampire, and once she was free the dragoness focused on moving each of her limbs in turn to work out some of the stiffness. Perhaps a visit to the masseuse was in order, but breakfast was first. With a bit of an effort she managed to prop her weary body against the bed's headboard and pulled the plate of food into her lap. "Thank you." The first to be tasted was the bacon, but even though she was more starved than she had ever known she forced herself to eat slowly. Making too much of a fuss after bleeding profusely could cause a person to pass out, and she figured the same had to be true for those who were fed upon.

But that didn't mean she was simply going to sit idly and eat while being watched. "Pale..." There were a couple of things on her mind, and as her strength returned little by little she figured she might as well get them out so she could recover in peace. "Last night, when I was begging for more, you said it wasn't allowed. Did I... Did I ask you to kill me?"

 

[Aurani]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Auralice -> Enigma, Tamonten

As the group walked past the café Auralice found it to be quite crowded, as much as she'd glee over having people 'admire' her slaves, she felt that she wouldn't be able to relax in such ruckus, instead she continued their walk, soon finding themselves at a hotspring.
"Oh my, how wonderful, I've not had a hot bath in ages"
It did not take long for Auralice to drag her slaves inside, stripping their garments and jumping into the spring to soak her scales, her slaves tucked under her arms as she cups a feel on their bosoms in the soothing water.
"Mmmmm, excellent"
It did not occur to Auralice there may have been other bathers around, she was too enthusiastic to check before she jumped in and now her mind is filled with nothing but soothing bliss as the spring caresses her body.

 

[Hentaispider]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Pale -> Six

After enjoying her pizza in silence, Pale turns to Six. "So. Is there anything you'd like to do?"

Hotel
Pale -> Alex

Pale closes her eyes, not answering immediately. When she does answer, there's melancholy in her voice: "I... I don't know if it would have killed you. But your pulse started to weaken and... I know it's not safe after that point. I once killed someone because I couldn't make myself stop. Of course, that was before I learned to control what I'd become." A weak smile, one that seems like it could be banished by mere indifference let alone outright hostility, appears on her face as she continues in a more level voice, though a hint of the sadness remains: "I suppose I should be sorry for taking so much. But you did ask for it, and at least you're not harmed. I don't often have the luxury of letting my victims live."

 

[Termite]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Hotel
Alex -> Pale


Pale would probably notice Alex looking a little shaken at what the had just been said, but what followed would probably be a bit of a surprise. "I... I never thought I could be so enthralled that I wouldn't have cared whether I lived or not... I think I understand why the angel was so enthusiastic." With the largest weight now off of her shoulders Alex felt herself relax more easily. Her attention returned to the breakfast that was kindly brought to her, and she dug much more willingly. Her recovery was remarkable, but she was half-dragon. They were not creatures who would fall so easily.

Breakfast was finished in relative silence, and the milk was practically poured down her throat by the time she was done. "I have another question." It was time to get down to business. "Last night you called me pet, and I could tell you enjoyed leaving me bound like that. I still owe you for my rough treatment during our match, so I ask this: Would you like me to become your pet?"

 

[Dragontear]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Rocky end of Beach.
Zaro -> Tomonten.

Spoiler

Tamonten -> Speechcraft for Dragonesses.

The swordswoman accepted the hand up. When the victor had finished speaking, the human girl gave a single chuckle. "If only I could blame that fight on the condition of the weapon!" Despite her statement, she grinned even wider at Zaro. It wasn't because she found the situation inherently amusing, but simply because it was easiest for her to beat any sense of despair at her performance with a sense of humor. And, if Tamonten were to approach the subject sensibly, what had she expected? The giantess was doubtless a practiced warrior. To think that anything but the pale female's best, even in practice, would see the shield-maiden challenged would be an insult to the imposing Dragoness! The white-haired human might sulk a little, but she wouldn't insult her training opponent. No, she was very thankful for their sparring match. Even if it had been rather one-sided, it showed the would-be weaponmaster just how far she had to go. Someone with the overly ambitious, broad, and unspecific goal of being the best swordsman in the world couldn't let herself become as sedentary about her skills as she had or she would never even come close to realize that overwhelming dream.

"My father taught me that every weapon had a soul," the demonic swordswoman continued idly once she was upright again. "I wonder if that's true for training weapons." She looked thoughtfully at the dropped stick before scooping it up and accepting the flint. "Better not to risk offending it, right?" As she spoke, Tamonten eyed the wooden stick in an attempt to discern how, exactly, to improve it. The possessed girl was a hobbyist woodcarver, at best. In fact, most of her carving experience involved the addition of a pointy end, because the girl had quickly learned that a greatsword had no place in spearfishing. The art of turning the stick into a feasible practice weapon was a little bit beyond her, but she reckoned that she could at least improve the balance a little bit. Without any ado, Tamonten took a kneel-sitting position in the sand, facing the water, and began her work. "It might take me a while, I'm not very good at carving. I think I could do with a quick breather after our little bout anyway." The swordswoman nodded at the sand next to her, attempting to suggest that the genetically altered female have a seat as well, though not quite vocally. Green eyes remained on the giantess for a few moments to see what she would do, but eventually turned back to her efforts on the training sword.

Although the possessed girl wasn't the most perceptive around, it wasn't entirely beyond her recognition that her sparring partner didn't seem to talk too much, even if the human girl didn't understand exactly why. Still, she wanted to at least try to have some sort of conversation with the woman who had just soundly defeated her, if only to keep things interesting while she worked. Tamonten decided to try a simple question. "Lady Zaro, if you don't mind me asking, where did you learn how to fight like that?" Well, it seemed like a simple question to the pale girl who wasn't familiar with the Dragoness's history, at least.

The brief bout of clashing wooden blades took very little air from Zaro's large lungs, nor did the ache of exertion weigh at all upon heavy muscles, for it was very quick and little really was done; She had advanced, attacked repeatedly, fallen back, rather then retreat, and struck her foe down... if it had been real combat, then the Swordswoman would admissibly have become vastly more competent while using the right hand... after all, little made one more enthusiastic about fighting then knowing that life was so fragile, a single mistake would destroy the vulnerable spark of existence. Zaro's out-stretched hand gently clasped around and entirely covered the pale limb with ease, hoisting her up with even less effort and stood away after giving the smaller woman the flint-piece. It was a small, perhaps friendly gesture, as she respected the Swordswoman more then she would a total stranger.

As per-usual, her ears shifted gently to indicate she heard everything that Tomonten said but she did not nod or emit some noise that typical people would, instead her eyes calmly tracked the female's eyes and lips, whilst the Giantess retained the vaguely smiling-dog facial expression. When the lighter female accepted the offering and lowered into a kneeling position in the soft sand, Zaro received an un-expected... offer? An offer, yes, to place herself beside the pale-skinned female, whom despite an embarrassing defeat... despite it being for the purpose of practice only, yet the girl was so very positive... the engineered Dragoness failed to remain entirely stoic and slowly seated herself a few feet away from Tomonten herself, at first knees close to her chin then cross-legged, not a quick or simple task given her thick legs had three parts, where-as humans had two.

Settled into the sand that shifted under her weight, her spear was gently laid upon her wide lap, and the Giantess thrummed out a guttural, thoughtful noise as she watched the waves caress the beach, lapping at the darkened sand... feeling so very soothed... Until of course, Tomonten spoke once more, directly inquiring about the Dragonic's past - specifically - how she learned to fight so well? Or just in that way? Working those wide jaws, she slowly canted her skull to one side and half-looked at the pale-one's face and the waves, ignoring the background noises coming from further up the island, where buildings laid. "It is natural for me..." She responded, as honest and simple as ever, without actually sounding simple-minded as a fool would, however she did wish to elaborate just a little. "This is what I live for. To fight, kill, defend. What I was made to do. Thee?" Again the highly neglected social aspect of her life shone through as she offered a vice-versa spirited question, and Zaro resumed her apparent full attention to the waves, absorbing the atmosphere as it were, yet did not ignore her conversational partner; a sign of being comfortable with another, where-as any other humanoid would be treated with greater indifference or suspicion. She listened to the soft sounds of the waves, the quiet, measured carving of the training sword and any noise that approached from behind...

 

[lurker]

Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)

Cafe
Six -> Pale

Six thought a few moments, before she sighed and flopped to the table. "To be entirely honest, I am unsure WHAT I'd do. Beyond sleep, that is. Not much I'd consider fun running around this island, after all," she admitted, flushing a little bit. It was true, mostly, as there was no wild game to test her wits on and she didn't show interest in the type of behavior the rest of the islanders wished, after all.