Recent content by Thraah

Ew. "Ew, fuck Maz that's rough so... you gotta be presented like a stallion at market?" The idea was weird and gross. Her folks had all married because they wanted to and no other reason. Perhaps worse was Maz casual take on it. He seemed resigned to the idea of loveless marriage. He even...

It took all her willpower not to cry out permission, to blatantly insist nay demand that Maseno pick her up in his hunky toned arms this instant. So instead she playfully shook her fist at him. "Heh, you'd better!" But he was talking about a wife. A wife? "Your wife? Wow Maz, you're thinking...

No games, no training and no magic. Thraah always knew when Leander was using his anti magic because it was the only time she felt cold anymore. Thraah was proud and stubborn but she remembered when she charged at that dink instructor back at Vel Castere. She was calm as she stood at the ready...

Gold Thraah spat a mote of fire that left a scorch mark on the ground. She was looking considerably more animal than person at this point, her clothes smouldering as if about to ignite at any moment and her back hunched. Her chains still wrapped about her bloody knuckles that left steaming red...

If you told Thraah that she had single handed won the Anirball Cup she would not have looked more pleased with herself. "Chyeah he will. Silk stocking full of shit that he is. You're worth ten, no a hundred fucking Leander's and I don't care who knows it!" She really didn't. Thraah has a low...

"Sure did!" She swung at the air as if to demonstrate. "But it wasn't in the Halls, we were on mission and he was being a dick, like, WAY more of a dick than usual." She waited a whole second before adding. "He keeps picking up girls, like physically. He just lifts em up and carries them like a...

There had to be easier ways than getting wasted Thraah thought. "There has to be easier ways than getting wasted to keep your inner calm." She smiled to herself as she spoke and considered suggesting something more erotic. It was right there too, Maseno loved to talk about his meditation time...

"Really?" More hair spilled about her head before she sat back up straight and resumed focusing on keeping her legs level. "Damn, I guess it's been a while." The last time she got proper munted was with Z and that was right after the Ball. "So, any reason you've been getting stoned? Not that...

She took the joint and the last pull then killed the joint with a neat snap of her fingers. The light from it died instantly and Thraah plotted a mental map from her room to Maseno's. It wasn't super far, longer to the kitchen really. She was on the fourth floor west dorms so, stairs. "Okay...

Thraah wanted to make Maseno a whole house of bread, a great big one with bread doorknobs and bread furniture and all that. She thought about sitting with him on a great sourdough couch and her mouth began to water but that might have been hunger. "Oh you got it! I'll get you a loaf, a big...

Finally a thing she can just run her mouth about. "Yeah we started that a while ago. Me and Stormy and Liv." She returned to the headstone she had sat on before and when she sat idly suspended her legs in front of herself. "We started kinda by accident really, just all bumped into each other in...

"Heh heh, Nope." Going two for two with sparking it in a sexy way Thraah looked Maz in the eye and with one hand on her hip took the joint, popped it into her mouth and with a click of her fingers she lit and pulled. It was nice and she held it a bit in her lungs before letting it out again...

It didn't feel good but it felt better to get that out, to tell Stormy that she was ready to help when she needed it. It felt more honest too so as Thraah returned to Maz a bit slower than she needed to she tried to trust the process and that Stormy would in fact come find her if she needed to...

It took nearly everything she had to let Stormy go. "Okay, I'll bring you something later..." The words felt limp in her mouth, they were a poor substitute to convey the complicated mess of feelings she had for her. Again she promised herself she'd check in later. When she had time to rest and...

*What the fuck do I do?* This was getting too much. Intrusions, fine, SILAS okay but this? Thraah had no sweet idea what in Kress' wet stockings was going on. Houri was upset, out of nowhere, Zin looked like she was about to burst into tears. Silas was being useless, might as well be a broom in...