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[natha]

PRELUDE     I'll get straight to the point, Thesaens. Dranbu is in dire need of assistance. I have received confirmation that the disappearances we were investigating last month have... escalated. Be cautious as you make your way through Josa Forest. Ideally we could go straight through, but it seems the main entrance to Dranbu is overgrown with thorns and vines, and there's a bit of a glitch with the rail system - the train is having trouble recognizing the Dranbu station as a destination. I've uploaded a homing beacon to your devices with this message. Once enough of you have arrived in Dranbu proper, it should communicate with the train and register it as a stop. With any luck, that will make getting back and forth much easier for you all from now on. Best of luck. Entry to the forest is not only overgrown with vegetation, but seems to be growing at an increasingly alarming rate. Any attempts to clear the vines will be met with even larger ones growing in its place, and it only confirms Nurray's findings as true. The only way in is across the sound from Nadril, entering the forest from its snowy back yard. It doesn't stay cold for long; as one ventures further into the forest, the snow will disappear, as though it was completely out of place in the first place. The red sun's warmth will take its place soon after— and before long, you'll feel too warm for the clothes you came with. That's when you know you've entered the heart of Josa Forest. WITHIN THE FOREST     The forest seems to be thick with a profound presence that can’t be ascertained. While venturing through it, one will feel like there are being watched or followed. This feeling will only intensify as metallic-scented drops of rain begin to fall between the clearings in the trees. Unfortunately, what many don’t realize at this point is that this is how the forest itself eats. How it subsists and lives through the minds of those who eventually get lost in it. Wandering this far in is akin to walking into a lion’s jaw, or rather… straight to its stomach. But, the forest has a way of making one stay. While it swallows someone up, it shows them sinfully beautiful and picturesque sights. Even showing them people or things that are familiar to the lost. All of which will urge them to go in deeper and deeper. But, while the forest begins to prey on the mind of their victim— they will suddenly hear an elegant and alluring voice urging them back. This voice promises them comfort and safety. Promises to be kind and open. Promises she has a place for them where they will never feel displaced or unwanted, or lost. Before they can fully accept, they will find that they are whisked away in Barthala’s embrace. Some will be taken, wiped of all their previous memories and inserted new ones. Others will find they have no prior memories at all of themselves, only urged to go on with regular life. What is prevalent is the forest's desire to turn you. Metamorphosis is a phenomenon that occurs only to certain individuals, and there is no rhyme or reason to them. Some adventurers would find themselves changing by the minute, the hour, or the process may even take days and weeks. The forest toys with you, but it only wants to draw you closer to its core — as though there's a story there it wants you to see and understand. Will you go on anyway, knowing the forest has already has its claws on you? I. ALL ROADS LEAD TO — Exploring the forest is not a perilous experience - Barthala's blessing ensures that paths remain clear of any dangerous obstacles, and keeps anyone who enters the woods from losing their way. However, it will not always lead adventurers where they want to go. Stressed? Your path leads to a meadow, grass drifting gently in the breeze. Tired? You'll find your way to a tree with roots perfectly curved for a nap, the shade a peaceful retreat from the sunlight. The hungry will find streams full of fish or bushes laden with berries, and the curious will come upon elder trees, unique and beautiful. Only those who are truly satisfied with their circumstances, with themselves, can forge their own path, and venture to Barthala's Grotto. II. BARTHALA'S GROTTO — The deity's home is host to an abundance of life. Butterflies drift through the air, brilliantly colored and unbothered by any intruders. Foliage blooms in a rainbow of colors, many plants unique to this area alone. With trees arranged to provide a canopy over the path and small clearing, the scene is something out of a fantasy. Any plant life taken from this area will not survive long, though even in its dead, dried state, it retains a curious beauty. Explorers and creatures finding themselves in this area will suddenly find their clothing to be an unnecessary burden - what could be better than feeling the wonders of nature against bare skin? There is nothing unbecoming about such a natural state, any perverse inclinations are an aspect of personal preference. While the presence of Barthala can be felt here - a warm, comfortable sensation emanating from your core - she is nowhere to be found. Only one will have the opportunity to pass under a veil of willow branches and emerge to the cool air of a clear-as-glass spring. Another nearby grotto is home to a plant with intoxicating effects. Just smelling the leaves is enough to entice most animals, and consuming them has effects on both mind and body. More easily amused, with thoughts that weave deep and distant, along with increased sensory perception can bring the user on a pleasant trip lasting up to five hours. III. INFLUENCES — (18+) Every five days, a weed scattered in patches among the forest underbrush blooms. The flowers are small and white, unremarkable except for how clustered they grow. When their petals fall, after only hours of blossoming, pollen drifts through the air. It clings to clothing, to hair, in the throats of the sensitive animals dwelling in the forest. Even those unaltered by Barthala's magic can be affected. The locals of Dranbu claim the pollen enhances fertility, but in practice, it simply serves as a poignant aphrodisiac. Those affected won't differentiate between the warmth of another or their own, a simple need to experience sexual ecstasy overwhelmingly pervaded. The pollen loses its potency after about three hours, leaving behind only a sweet smell. YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE    Adapting to an entirely new setting isn’t always so simple. People often say that assimilating oneself to the environment happens fluidly, and before you know it, you’re a part of it. In Dranbu, these words hold an uncanny sense of truth. When you awake, your day begins like it always has. Your daily routine meets largely unchanged, except a few tinier details. Perhaps, you’ve realized your true calling is an occupation within the villages itself. Maybe in farming up strange medical herbs, maybe in acting as a witch doctor for the people, or maybe you find yourself drawn to the arts and you really enjoy sculpting fellow villagers in the nude. Once you commit these tasks, you realize, it feels like what you’ve always done. As if it were natural, as if you’ve done them for years, and maybe you have? At least that’s what your gut is telling you, and slowly your memories will too. At the end of the day, when you return home, you realize you’re not alone. You have a partner who shares the same values and whom you love deeply. Or maybe a spouse whom you’re always arguing with. But, even that will feel as commonplace as the rest of your day. All you know is that the day that might have started off not being yours is entirely yours and yours alone. IV. THE HUNT — Those taken by the forest, animal features adorning their bodies, will find that their palates have changed as well. Carnivores crave raw meat, while herbivores don't mind snacking on a patch of grass or pulling leaves from branches. For most, there's no reason to cook a meal; once prey is captured, instinct says dig right in! It can be a gruesome sight, mangled bodies gorged upon leaving bloodstained faces, but it's natural. As is the hunt itself - any size of game can be found in the forest, and no one will go hungry for long. The magic that dwells here ensures a catch even for the clumsiest predator. Just take care not to stalk one of your own. For a hungry predator, there's no difference between a deer and a deer-like human. THE BOUNDARIES BEYOND     For some, placated is synonymous with bored. While there is a sense of wonder in the beauties of nature that adorn the woods, serene forest life isn't for everyone. Those seeking more adventure can explore the challenging slopes of Waco Mountain. Barthala's influence is weaker on those bluffs than in Josa Forest itself, so thrill chasers won't be disappointed. Lose the path, slip on loose rocks, fall into a stream and spend a night wet and cold, there are many perils that come with traveling a mountain-side. Scattered ruins offer some shelter, their walls carved with images resembling Barthala, a dragon, and three other stranger creatures. While the deity's pacification does not flow as deeply through this region, all are still save from mortal wounds, and the veil cast over their memories will not lessen. If you have made it this far, however, there is no reason to try to return to the main city of Dranbu. Accommodations are always available in the neighboring villages: Phares in the north, and Stroln in the south. These villages are in friendly competition with one another, and will tempt travelers with women and men of their kind in order to draw in business to their hotels. FINAL OOC NOTES     No REP is available for this log. REP will now be primarily available through achieving NPC quests, which will be available on the 19th! Please keep an eye out for that! Dranbu is entirely available for exploration! You may find that most of Wyver and Olympia Flora/Fauna may be found in the forest as well. For more information on your characters' (opt-in) Metamorphosis, please refer to the November Outline! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[emori]

[He'll see her touching her stomach, her shirt hiked up around her wrist. Emori touches one of her breasts. She blinks slowly when she sees him. She could want anyone right now, but John looks especially good to her. Because she already knows how he feels.] No, I'm good. Real good. Come here.

[mofi]

[ A half hour ago they had been bickering like an old married couple. As time passed, however, the tension was melting away and now Murphy was standing there watching Emori fondle herself.

His dick twitches a little.

Murphy smirks, happily obliging her request to come by her. He does so a little eagerly but that's just something he can't really help right now. ] You look really hot right now. [ He murmurs as he broaches into her personal space. Any other time Murphy would have tread lightly.

This wasn't any other time.

His hands dip beneath her shirt, dancing across her bare skin until one settles on her breast. Murphy gives it a squeeze. His eyes are on her, watching for her expression to change. ] You feel really nice.

[emori]

[They had been broke up for six long months. The closest she had gotten to him in that time was deactivating his shock collar and holding him as he bled out. Oh-- and the kiss. She's thinking about that kiss as he comes up close to her.] Yeah... you too. [Spoken as if she didn't know what she was saying. Her own hand drops from her chest to fumble at his waistline. She tugs on his shirt, slips her fingers under his waistband of those tight pants he wears.] John, I miss you.

[mofi]

I'm right here [, He murmurs, dipping his head down to catch her lips with his. His arms are wrapping around the little part of her back, pulls her closer to him. He's missed her, too. Murphy's been missing her for six months now and counting.

Murphy's giving her open-mouthed kiss, he's a little hungry for her. He only pauses to strip his shirt off him, tossing it over his shoulder before he's going back for another kiss. ]

[emori]

[Emori lets out a deep sigh when he moves to take off his shirt. She thinks about how good it would be to take off her shirt and press herself to him. There aren't bras in outerspace, but Emori has no shame right now. She gets distracted by him coming back to kiss her, so her shirt stays for now.

She pushes him off the path and into a thicket of trees. First he's pressed against a tree and then she's dragging him down on top of her. Emori can't even speak she's so revved up.]

[mofi]

[ Murphy lets himself get pushed, stumbles backward so they're not in clear view of any passing travelers. The trees and other foliage make for good cover.

He's hard by the time they collapse onto the ground. Murphy's on top, already breathing hot and heavy. Sloppy kisses all down her chin and nips down along her neck and sucks the skin he snags between his teeth. Murphy pauses to hastily strip his shirt off, tosses it behind him and hands are going for the button of his pants. ]

[emori]

[Emori yanks her shirt up to bare her breasts but doesn't remove her shirt. She's working on getting her pants down, small hand going for the fly and mutated hand working on slipping them down her hips. They're kind of tight pants and she fumbles with them.] Undress me, I need you now.

[mofi]

[ Murphy ducks his head down and gives her bare breasts open-mouthed kisses. Emori stirred something inside of him, makes him all needy and wanting more. It's been six long and lonely months since he's been this close to someone, this close to Emori. He's moving feverishly, kissing down her body while he's unzipping himself and shimmying his hips so that his pants can go down. ]

I missed you so much. [ Right now he's talking about her body and how she felt wrapped around his dick. Her pants come down her hips pretty easy. This isn't the first time they fucked out in the open. It isn't the first time he had to undress her.

By now his dick is hard and twitching, wanting to be inside her already. ]

[emori]

[Emori missed having someone to sleep next to. She missed their healthy sex life. But she didn't miss the attitude he cops when he thinks he's right. Emori rocks against him until she was on top of him. She pushes him backwards into the grass.] I missed you.

[Only in this agitated state was Emori going to admit she missed him. She stared up at him stubbornly, taking his cock in hand. ]

[mofi]

[ It's the same dance every time. Neither is on top for too long. Murphy let her take control, it always got his gears going whenever she did.

He makes a soft sound of satisfaction, nearly purring at her hand around his cock. ] Fuck me [ , Murphy breathes. ]

[emori]

[Emori raises up onto her knees and pushes John inside. She mechanically moves her hips in a little forward jerk. She paws at his stomach just outside where they're joined.

The way the trees are planted, everything sounded magnified. And she was whimpering as she frantically fucked him.]

[mofi]

[ She pulls a moan right out of him the moment Emori sinks herself onto him. Murphy has her by the hips, making her rock and grind her hips.

This moment is too intoxicating. His body is buzzing with life, hyper-aware of Emori touching him. ] Oh God, you feel so good. [ His head rolls back, eyes closed and takes a moment to really feel just how tight she is, her muscles twitching over his dick. ]

[emori]

[Emori's eyelids were heavy and she only very sleepily rocked her hips down on John's cock. The flowers were making her want to have sex so badly, but part of her really wanted to do this anyway. It's not much of a stretch. It'll be easy to blame on being drugged, however.

She pulled her hands across his chest, rubbing the fat part of her hand over the little hairs on his chest. He was like a Siamese cat of a boy under her.] I know, I know, you feel good too. Pin me down and fuck me, John.

[mofi]

Go faster, Emori. [ She is teasing him even now. His hands are clasped over her hips, trying to make her ride his dick faster.

His lips are so full, shaped so nicely like a cupid's bow. They're parted, left open lazily, letting out hot and heavy breaths.

Murphy smirks at the request. He gets a good hold on her, turning them both around so now her back is digging into the soft earth. The movement has his dick slipping out from her, but he's quick to get himself angled just right to push himself back in.

Hands grasp at her thighs, holds them as he starts pumping slow and long strokes into her. ]

[emori]

[Emori only lets out a soft sigh when he turns them over. A smile curves over her sleepy mouth, showing John that this is certainly what she wanted. Emori lays her head back in the dirt but arches her back and rolls her hips towards John. She reaches up to remove her headscarf and shake out her hair. When she lays back again, her hair frames her head like a lion's mane.] You're so good. I love you.

[mofi]

[ She has lit a fire inside of him, makes his dick twitch. Murphy holds himself when he has all of him buried deep inside of her. He moves his hand, releasing his hold onto her thigh. Cups one of her breasts into his open palm and squeezes it.

And then she's saying she loves him. It makes his heart skip, pulls a knowing smirk on his face. ] I love you.

[emori]

[Emori smiles wide and closes her eyes. She rolls her head around on her neck, jerking her hips and trying to get him to fucking her again. She whimpers like a frustrated animal.] How badly?

[mofi]

[ Murphy takes his cue and bucks his hips back and quickly dips back down, her body jerks at his rhythm that's quickly becoming steady. ] So much that it drives me fucking crazy. [ His breath hitches. Sweat is accumulating on his skin, making a nice sheen when the light hits him just right. ]

[emori]

[Emori brings her legs up to his hips, locking her ankles. She's getting sweaty too, and it feels as if that's making the pollen worse.] You make me crazy too, John. It hurt so much when... [She turns her head to the side, a moment of clarity coming to her.]

[mofi]

[ He's got to a point in his rhythm where their skin slaps together when Murphy plows himself into her. The grasp on her thighs tighten and Murphy's breath has become hitched. ]

I'll make it all better. [ Murphy promises, panting between his piston thrusting. He feels himself climbing closer to the edge. He moans suddenly and puts his palms onto the ground, her body still between them. Each thrust in now was filling her up with his warm cum. ]

[emori]

[Emori grabs for him, pulling herself up to him. She hangs on as her whole body is rocked by his thrusts. She hums ever so slightly, feeling pure joy, pure ecstasy at that warm wetness between her legs.] John, John, you make me feel so good.

[When he starts to slow, she gets as close to him as possible. Emori rubs her face against his, squeezes her thighs around him. She wants to feel him all over.]

[mofi]

[ The moment is slowly slipping through their fingers and they're both desperately trying to hold onto it for as long as possible.

Murphy nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, misses the smell of her. Her skin, her hair. The feeling of her headdress on his cheek. It's off her head now, but Murphy still aches for it. ]

You make me feel so good.

[emori]

[Emori drops her legs from his hips and lets them lie in the dirt. It feels nice on her skin, it's cool and crumbly. She slowly lies back and pulls John with her to lay his head on her chest. She could probably stay here the whole trip if no one got her away from these flowers.]

You'll make it better?

[mofi]

[ He presses his cheek to her chest, listens to the soft beating of her heart. Nice and even paced. ]

Yeah. [ He croaks, voice soft enough that it crackles. ] We're a team, remember?

[ Murphy moves his chin up, eyes try to peer up at her face. He mostly just sees her chin, some of her cheeks, the rising of her nose. Not her eyes, though. Slowly he rolls over until he too is laying on his back, snuggled against her. ]

[emori]

[That won't do for Emori. She goes to John like it's something she does every day. She buries her face against his shoulder and curls at his side.] We're a team.

[Emori stretches so that she can kiss him, a soft quick peck. Her hand strokes his stomach.]