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1. We gotta be friends.
2.I gotta be comfortable with letting you have it.
3. You gotta ask for it in messages.
4. If I say no, do not beg.
*she falls from the sky, and landed in the sand*
The impact knocked her unconscious, leaving her unconscious. and breathing weakly.
*she just landed near the Wenja camp she tried to get passed, the cave people put her in a hut*
She remained out cold for about three hours, before waking up and looking around, disoriented.
*there were some fruits and meat on the table next to her on bed*
She looked at them, and picked up one of the fruits, taking a bite of it after sniffing it, in case it smelled off.
*it was a nice tasty fruit*
She ate most of it, then took a bite of the meat. As she did, she looked around the hut she was in.
*there were some animal skins for wooden chairs, the floor, and more*
She mainly looked about for possible weapons of exits, in case she wasn’t allowed to leave. But she did enjoy the meta. It was quite delicious.
*she spot the exit out of the hut, some cave people walking around*
She walked to it, peeking out at the strange organisms. They seemed primitive, but sapient, somehow.
*they started to make some defense walls and bringing some tamed wildlife*
She walked up to one of them, deciding she should at least thank them for the food.
*a man looks like a leader stands alone*
She walked up to, though still keeping a safe distance. She smiled and bowed a little, saying, “Thank you for the food.”
Takkar: “ Your welcome stranger, Wenja find many survivors around Ark.”
She tilted her head inquisitively. “Who’s Wenja?” She asked.
*he spread his arms and looked around* Takkar: “ We are Wenja tribe.”
“Ohhh!” She said, looking around and smiling. “You were speaking in third person. OK.” She then frowned, her brain focusing on one of the words he had said. “Wait, ‘Ark’?”
(( He seems pretty chill with her being completely naked. They must get A LOT of survivors. XD ))
(He might be getting pretty hard in his animal skin pants~) Takkar: “ Yes, Ark, we Wenja appeared in Ark, full of giant lizards, and more beasts.”
She glanced across the water to the main island, looking at the Dinosaurs. “Lizards seem like somewhat of an understatement.” She said with a small giggle.
Takkar: “ Me, Takkar, you?”
“I’m Varkailina.” She said, bowing again. “Please to meet you, Takkar.”
Takkar: “ Feel free to stay in Wenja village, though going alone is dangerous.”
She nodded. “Thank you for the offer, but I have to get back to… Where I came from. They’ll be looking for me.” She said.
*he shakes his head* Takkar: “ There is no way out of this world.”
“If you say so.” She said with a shrug, though she was still smiling. In her mind, she was forming a plan. She needed a beacon of she was going to get help. She would need a computer for that though, which means she would need very intricate construction tools.
Takkar: “ But enjoy your stay.” *he walks up to her* Takkar: “ But you are naked.”
“Yeah, I know.” She said, looking down at herself. “I don’t know what happened to the ar- Clothes, I had been wearing.” The down mostly kept her warm, so it wasn’t exactly an issue. Though she did feel a bit like a hermit crab out of its seashell: vulnerable.
*he slowly grips her nice ass*
She eeped and jumped away, blushing. “Hey! No touching!” She squaked, flustered.
*his pants was bulging*
She made a skittery noise, seeing the bulge. “Well, I suppose one go couldn’t hurt…” She said, blushing. “You did save my life after all.”
*he kisses her deeply*
She squeaked a little, surprised by the sudden movement, but didn’t resist, just kissing back and blushing brightly, feeling exposed. ((Which is ironic because she was entirely naked the whole time before.))
i-darkstar-x asked:
cheerdalee-deactivated20181203 answered:
Trixie was a busy mare. Or at least she said she was and in part that was true. She was always on the move, making new stories, Learning a new spell or experimenting with old ones. She was always trying to better her show after the brutal beating her reputation took a few years back.
While usually Trixie would already be packing up and moving on to her next stop…she didn’t have one. She’d planned on heading to the next town over next but they’d sent a messenger to her yesterday, saying they’d rather she not perform and rejecting her permit request.
Right now Trixie just sat in the section of her cart that was usually her bedroom, but when the stage portion of her wagon was extended it simply became the backroom, blocked off by a thick curtain. She simply sat there, glancing through old posters of her old shows in an old album. All old. All in the past.
Trixie chuckled and gave a small bow and grin in return “You are very, very welcome. I look forward to this” She said honestly before watching the girl leave.
Once Trixie was sure that she’d left, she sighed and let herself fall upon her bed, sighing once more before giggling “Miss Lulamoon. Teacher. Heh. Has a bit of a better sound to it than I expected” She joked before closing her eyes and allowing herself to sleep after changing into her pajamas
The following day, Tallia would approach the carriage’s archway and knock on the archway. She was smiling eagerly, barely able to contain her excitement. Today, she was wearing a simple dandelion-yellow skirt with a similarly colored blouse. It wasn’t excessively formal, but still professional. ((Insert pun about that professionalism-obsessed episode here.))
i-darkstar-x asked:
cheerdalee-deactivated20181203 answered:
Trixie was a busy mare. Or at least she said she was and in part that was true. She was always on the move, making new stories, Learning a new spell or experimenting with old ones. She was always trying to better her show after the brutal beating her reputation took a few years back.
While usually Trixie would already be packing up and moving on to her next stop…she didn’t have one. She’d planned on heading to the next town over next but they’d sent a messenger to her yesterday, saying they’d rather she not perform and rejecting her permit request.
Right now Trixie just sat in the section of her cart that was usually her bedroom, but when the stage portion of her wagon was extended it simply became the backroom, blocked off by a thick curtain. She simply sat there, glancing through old posters of her old shows in an old album. All old. All in the past.
Trixie chuckled and gave a small bow and grin in return “You are very, very welcome. I look forward to this” She said honestly before watching the girl leave.
Once Trixie was sure that she’d left, she sighed and let herself fall upon her bed, sighing once more before giggling “Miss Lulamoon. Teacher. Heh. Has a bit of a better sound to it than I expected” She joked before closing her eyes and allowing herself to sleep after changing into her pajamas
(( Does “ten” refer to the next day?
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗
(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗
(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗
(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗
(hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent
💗 Very low
💗💗 A little
💗💗💗 Hopeful
💗💗💗💗 High
💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
