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Who: Apollo and WHOEVER COMES TO HER.
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|
Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.
Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?
Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"
A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.
She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.
"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."
Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)
Where: Silverglen Retreat and nearby forest.
When: During the current player plot!
What: Apollo is no longer in a cage and she's on the hunt for booze and good food. Also whores.
Warnings: It's Apollo she descended into dick/sex talk. 8|
Silverglen Retreat
Thanks to one blacksworn's shenanigans, this certain blacksworn is finding that she has a little more room to get up to shenanigans of her own. She hadn't really been here that long before getting kidnapped and shoved in a cage with six other people for a week or... however fucking long it was (it's hard to keep track of the days alright), but she did at least realize that the natives here weren't too keen on the dragonsworn.
Until now, anyway. Upon recognizing her as a blacksworn, the locals here seemed suddenly... well, nicer. For one, no one was trying to steal her or her dog, and for two, shit, they actually seemed to want her there. Something about the other flights being assholes?
Whatever, their suspiciously rude behaviour to the elves meant one thing: booze and whores may or may not have better chances of being found now. She hasn't the faintest idea whether or not this little place even has any brothels or bars but if it does, then shit, she's gonna find it. As such, Apollo continues to wander around with her dog, until finally she asks out loud (to the dog, to herself, or to whoever may be close to her at the moment), "Fuckin' come on, do elves not have whores? Doesn't even have to be an elf whore, any kinda whore'll do, and booze, I ain't in that backwards of a world where that shit ain't a thing, am I?"
A FOREST SOMEWHERE
Should one venture out into the forest, it is very possible to find Apollo out there as well. This afternoon, in particular, the woman has found a river, and she seems to be... fishing. But she doesn't have a fishing rod - no, her chosen method of fishing is to use her bare hands. Which she actually is somewhat proficient at, if the growing pile of fish laying next to Metalhead on the shore is any indication.
She isn't totally naked, but the majority of her clothes have also been left in a pile nearby her dog so that they might stay dry. So what's left is a woman covered in tattoos, just barely left decent by black undergarments, standing knee deep in the river and looking very much on the prowl.
"C'mon, you tasty little fucks." She murmurs to herself, eying the water and waiting for her prey to come closer. "Gonna need a few more of you for a good fuckin' fry up."
Wildcard
Obsidian Sanctum or elsewhere! Make something up and I will tag it. 8)
this is outrageously tmi i am so sorry
"Woah there, watch it. Almost offended by that." The 'almost' is punctuated by a laugh. "Malakai, lackin'? Abso-fuckin'-lutely not, beautiful cock on that man. I ain't ever seen bigger, actually, and I've seen a lotta dick." Maybe her husband's dick isn't the best thing to discuss with strangers, but hey, Rose asked. Apollo is only delivering. "And I ain't ever had a man make love to me the way he does... so no, that ain't it. I toldya, variety's the spice of life. Where'd the spice be if we just slept with each other all the time, huh?"
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Though she'd never personally use the word 'beautiful' in the same sentence as cock.
"I take it monogamy isn't a thing in your world."
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"It is, just not for me an' Mala. He's a Lord, so he's got his own whores to keep 'im company when I ain't around. Or for when I am." She smiles. "It's just sex, though. It ain't like we're in love with anyone else."
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"...and you all just sleep with them? Nothing else?" A pause. "You aren't human. Your people don't... drink their fluids or anything. Do you?"
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"They kinda double as servants sometimes." She shrugs. "Anyway, I'm mostly human, an' my husband's fully human. But uh, gryps? We..." She pauses and squints a little, unsure. "Are you askin' me if we all have a certain fetish or somethin'?"
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"In a way..." She averted her eyes - odd for her - as she tried to not give too much away. "Where I'm from we have what are called blood whores. Moroi - and some Strigoi - feed on dhampirs while having sex with them. They drink their blood at the same time."
She'd always despised blood whores. And then she'd been forced to be one against her will for... God, she hadn't been able to keep track of the passage of time back then, when she was held captive and turned into a blood whore.
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Apollo shakes her head. "Naw, we ain't like that. We eat normal stuff, like fish an' meat an' fruit. The sex an' blood thing sounds kinky, though. Used to do that with my vampire friend before we went our separate ways, but I don't remember him callin' me a blood whore before."
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"The bite has this endorphin rush associated with it, making the bite really pleasurable for the dhampir. It's strong enough to become addictive. Like a drug. So they become junkies just looking for their next bite. The act of giving blood during sex is a pretty taboo one in my culture, dirty, but girls get turned onto it and the men take advantage of it. The Strigoi use it to take the will to resist the other fucked up shit they do to them away."
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"Maybe the dirty tabooness is what makes it hot for 'em. People fuckin' love gettin' dirty, even if they ain't ready to admit it. But uh... the Strigoi. You ain't too fond of 'em, are you? That or you ain't into bloodplay, I dunno."
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Rose eyes flash and that uncomfortableness disappeared in the face of her hatred. "I kill Strigoi. That's my job back home. Those undead monsters force being blood whores on girls - assuming they don't just drain them dry and kill them. Those girls don't get a choice." She hated it so much. "Some of them don't realize that they'll never get turned. They'll just waste away, strung out, until the Strigoi gets tired of them and kills them."
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"Is that what they want? To get turned?" Apollo isn't about to judge people trying to pursue their dreams, but with the additional information Rose has given, that doesn't really sound like pursuing your dreams at all. "An' how do they feel about those assholes, anyway? They aware of their shit situation or do the enwhatevers do some fuckin' around with their minds, too?"
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Rose naively hadn't believed humans would willingly work with Strigoi, be their servants in hopes of being turned, until she'd seen it with her own eyes. That was back when Dimitri had captured her and she grew up real fast.
"Pity it comes at the price of their soul."
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"So what're you, then? You kill 'em, I assume 'cause you think of 'em as scumbags, but is that somethin' you took upon yourself to do or did someone get you to do it?" This whole thing sounds just like the kind of bullshit Apollo doesn't personally want to get herself involved in, but hey, a few curious questions never hurt anybody, right?
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Rose snorted a bit then. "I also think they're unholy scumbags that need to fucking die. Killing them also frees their souls. I know I want someone to kill me if I ever turned."
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As for Rose's hatred of the Strigoi, Apollo just shrugs at that. She isn't in much of a position to say a whole lot about it, especially since to her, right here in this world filled with dragons and demons and bullshit, they don't seem all too relevant. "Well, guess you gotta find somethin' else to do, seein' how those fucks ain't around to get stabbed in the face by you, huh?"
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"There are undead here to be dealt with, but there are more important things to deal with. Like the demons. I may not be home and I might not have my Royal to protect, but I'm still a Guardian."
She then sighed. "And I have a flight to lead. Rose Hathaway."
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"Aw, real sense of duty on you, huh? Guess I can't complain too much, if that helped get me an' my dog's asses outta those fuckin' cages." It's... well, it's almost a thank you. "Yeah, an' what flight is that, Rose Hathaway?"
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Except Rose knew her impulsiveness and temper weren't exactly pros for a leader to have. She wished there was someone more suited to it in her flight, but really... look at the options?
"I'll give you my flight when you introduce yourself back, Your Majesty."
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But her enjoyment of having the power hasn't extended to her putting herself in charge of the Blacksworn. Yet. Honestly, she doesn't even know them all that well, so she doesn't even know who does and doesn't want that title. Technically Deathwing should be their leader, but as far as he can tell, he doesn't exactly have a lot of fans.
"Apollo." She offers without much deliberation. "King of the Sea, Lord of the Espalion Isles, Captain of The Sea Strumpet, wife of Lord Malakai of Trivigno, and, apparently, Blacksworn. Y'know, if you wanted all my titles." Which she probably didn't. "That good enough forya?"
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Yes, Rose added a few of those on herself. She decided to leave off that she was also Public Enemy #1 in Moroi Society right then, but that's what tends to happen when people think you killed the queen.
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"Green. That's uh, that's the flight that likes naptime, yeah? Not that naps are bad, I fuckin' love naps myself. What's your Sanctum like? Lotsa feathery beds with spots of sun to snooze in or what?
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She shook her head. "No beds. It's like a jungle. What's yours like?"
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She makes a brief face at hearing her Sanctum looks like a jungle, but then shrugs soon after, seeming to change her mind and decide that maybe it's alright. "I'm from the tropics, jungle's a scenery that makes more sense to me. But uh, Obsidian Sanctum is bullshit. Volcanoes an' lava an' doom an' gloom, it's fuckin' stupid. Warm, though. An' we got candy, so I 'spose that's a plus too."
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"You have candy?"
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"Yup! Looks like uh, well it looks like crystals, but they're sweet when you lick 'em. Definitely sugar. We got a cave full of it, it's pretty nice."
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