Author: Anon, Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 1:08 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

It was as if she knew where every single sensitive spot on his skin was, each nibble and scratch sending small shudders through him. Throughout the years, most lovers were lucky to realize they found the sensitivity. Yet, Chartora was finding them with ease, deliberately paying each spot that seductive nibble, driving him farther into lust’s embrace. Cecil had the distinct feeling that she was taking great pleasure in his reactions to her stimulations.

Chartora screamed as his fingers slid over her soaked underwear, a smile spreading on his lips as he gently scraped his teeth over her nipple, pinching the other delicately. She was so much similar to him, it was uncanny. Both were sexually pent up, both had terrible parents, harsh lives. Suddenly, her hand was stroking him, and he froze. Not from fear, but from the sudden pleasure of finally being touched after so long.

His body was trained to be in the bedroom, to be felt and used. To have denied himself for so long was similar to poor Chartora. Difference being the length of time each had spent between lovers. Cecil allowed himself to be pushed over, watching her every move down his chest. Her teeth and claws continued to find the little spots, causing more gasps and moans as he bit his lip with anticipation. But it all pales in comparison to the manipulation of the fabric upon his taut member. He moaned her name as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Each suck practically had him mentally screaming his begging and pleading, wanting so deeply to feel her hands upon his flesh. Soon enough, the angel before him granted his wish. Chartora took him completely into her mouth, her voice sending tickling vibrations along the entire shaft. By the gods, if her mouth felt this good, what did her vagina feel like? One hand entangled itself in her hair, his body shuddered as he came nearly as quickly as she had right into her mouth. He encouraged her to continue the oral stimulation to himself for a bit, riding out some of the sensitivity for a moment.

Finally, he coaxed Chartora back up to his lips, pulling her into a nice long kiss, still full of hunger and passion. Meanwhile, he moved her underwear off to the side, revealing her glorious womanhood without removing the fabric. While he didn’t want to just destroy clothing, even in his need, he was too far consumed by it to wait for the protective garments to be removed. Cecil guided himself to her opening, and her hips down, all without releasing her lips from his kiss. ”Fuck me, Chartora.”

Author: Chartora, Posted: Tue Aug 7, 2018 8:01 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

By the gods and goddesses it had been years since a male had shown any interest in her body beyond her martial skill. Now not only was one showing interest he appeared to like what he was seeing. Not only that he seemed to like her, flaws and all.

All thought flew from her head when he started playing with her nipples and she ground herself against him. When he lifted her she was seated more firmly against his delicious length and she couldn't stop herself from grinding into him harder. Wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on as he walked them to the tent she bent her head down to kiss and nibble at his neck finding as many of his scars she could.

She wanted to tell him so much. How much she was starting to care. How beautiful she found all of him but her mouth was busy with other things. ‘To have survived so much pain. You are so beautiful in your strength.’ They had arrived at the tent and she found herself lowered to the pile of unused blankets she had set up yesterday.

She scraped her claws playfully over a few of his scars enjoying his sharp intake of breath at the sensation. She knew playtime was over when he lowered his head to her breasts then it was her turn to gasp. While his mouth was occupied with one large breast a hand freely played with the other causing her back to arch and making her moan. Her hips were swiveling in earnest now eager for his ministrations. When his free hand finally slipped beneath the waistband of her trousers to touch her over her panties she was more than ready and she screamed her first orgasm in years embarrassing herself.

Trying to cover it up she reached down to his trousers opening them to let him free. Taking him in hand she stroked him slowly over his underwear. Gods and goddesses but he felt good in her hands. But she was a greedy little half demon and wanted more.

She gently pushed him over into his back so she could drink all of him in. Straddling him she started to grind over top of him with their underwear still on as she teased and nibbled the scars on his chest working her way slowly but steadily down. When she reached his underwear clad manhood she licked and sucked him through the fabric teasing him further before pulling the cloth down and taking him in her mouth and throat to his root. She moaned around his hard length in her throat before swirling her tongue around him and pulling her head back slowly.

Author: Anon, Posted: Mon Aug 6, 2018 1:52 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Gentle vibrations from her moan tickled across his lips as his tongue danced with hers. As they kissed, thoughts and worries began to melt away. He was honestly lost in the moment, in the feel of her lips, the taste of her tongue, the warmth of their bodies seeping through their clothing. Even her tangled hands in his hair, and the silkiness of her own hair added compounding elements that would be fondly recalled in the future.

While Chartora pulled back for air, Cecil met her gaze, hungrily taking in her desire. There was so much he could do for her, to her body. If she’d allow, he would show her just how good he could make her feel. Soon enough, her lips met his once more, teeth grazing against him, driving him crazy. Warm hands slid against smooth skin, like trails of electricity leaving his nerves on fire.

Little did he know that as she stared at his exposed torso, Chartora was actually seeing past the illusion of flawless skin. On display beneath her gaze was a network of scars spanning most of his body. ”You only see what I want you to.” By the gods, he was lost, subject to her affection as she kissed and nibbled on his skin, that cute moan sent pleasurable soundwaves against him. Cecil slipped his hands under her shirt, teasing it up as he felt her skin, moaning into her lips as she gripped his ass.

For a moment, he paused at her breasts, taking second to feel their softness, their warmth. His thumb caressed over her nipples just before he finished removing the shirt, releasing their bouncy form from the restrictive material. This had meant angel and fairy had separated just enough for him to lean down, lift and wrapped her legs around him so she was sitting on his hips, and began to walk toward the tent. Cecil was sure that she could feel his growing stiffness between them, something he wanted her to feel it, feel the effect she was having on him.

Once inside the tent, Cecil carefully laid her down, planted a kiss upon her lips. He trailed his kisses down until he found her breasts. Cecil took one areola in his mouth, lovingly caressed the other, while his free hand traveled south. ”Angel, you taste like honey.” That somewhat sweetness finally made itself clear to him the more he tasted of her, the more he abandoned himself to his own growing need. It had been many months that he had started to wait patiently, so he was very much susceptible to her advances. With his fingers slipping just below her waistline, Cecil felt her wetness through her underwear. He slid his fingers against it, continuing his ministrations on her breasts.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Sat Aug 4, 2018 3:29 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

He pulled her closer just before she heard his mental reassurances then he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth allowing his tongue full access to hers. He tasted sweet and she wanted more. She slid her tongue past his lips exploring the depths of his mouth before she had to come up for air.

Breathing heavy she stared into those blue eyes she was coming to know so well but now they were a deeper, darker hue one that spoke of promised pleasures and delights and she ached for them. As she started to take the bottom of his shirt in her hands she was surprised to find they were shaking.

Taking a deep breath she kissed him again teasing and nibbling on his lips. She eased her hands under his shirt caressing up his sides, over his shoulder blades and down his back. Gods and goddesses but his skin felt good under hers and she wanted more. Continuing her path down she gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.

For the first time in her long life speech failed her. ‘Wow. You're beautiful everywhere.’ Taking a chance she again kissed him nibbling from his lips down the side of neck to his freshly exposed chest. She moaned again at the first taste of his chest under her tongue it was even better than she had hoped for and felt herself grow hot and wet with need.

Taking another chance she kissed him deeper then before letting him feel her need for him she trailed her claw tipped hands down his back dipping them below the waistband of his trousers to cup his buttcheeks and pull him tighter against her. Gods but she wanted more. So much more but she was still afraid of scaring him.

Author: Anon, Posted: Fri Aug 3, 2018 4:44 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Unfortunately for Cecil, he did not get very far. Chartora had quickly caught up, and now blocked his path. He was startled enough to find his gaze glued to her, unable to defiantly look away in his determination to leave. To make matters worse for both of them, the woman had began to listen to the stirrings of a relationship, the lust and desire to find someone accepting. If he was to be completely honest, it was actually the first time in his life that anyone chased his retreating back.

She approached him, the distance between them closed. Cecil remained captivated by those ruby eyes as she stroked his own cheek. He couldn’t break away, his muscles refused to even respond to the scared feeling deep inside. It screamed at him to run away before there was no escape. How his heart raced, yet he didn’t resist as she eased their lips together.

It was as if, in that precise moment their lips touched, his fate was sealed. Instantly, his eyes shut as one hand involuntarily tangling in her hair, the other wrapping around her waist. He pulled her close as he metaphorically fell. Damn the consequences, bring on the troubles, but give him today. ”I’m here, Chartora. Always will be.” With the mental assurance, he deepened the kiss, intent on never letting her go.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Fri Aug 3, 2018 12:11 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

What was happening? She didn't understand? Love? Is that what was happening between them? If it was why was he determined to run? Everything about him now said scared deer. Even the light brush of his hand along her cheek and the kiss he followed up with.

He thanked her for being a friend and walked away. She stood there watching him walk away trying to sort out her feelings for him. Everything she knew of friends led her to believe they didn't think of their friends the way she was thinking of him. So if not a friend what was he? He was passing the unused campsite she had set up and she was just as confused as before. But one thing she did know she didn't want him to leave.

Taking to the air seemed the fastest way to reach him so she shot up and out reaching him in no time. She still didn't know what she wanted to say to him so she just landed a little in front of him blocking his path her wings taking a moment before they fully settled.

“You say we are friends, yes? I don't believe that we are. I don't think friends feel for each other the same way I have started to feel about you. I'm not sure what this feeling is but I like it and want more of it. I can't have more of it if you run away so please don't run away from me.”

She took a step towards him them doing something she would never do and invading his personal space. Staring into those amazing blue eyes of his she reached up and caressed his cheek as he had done lightly stroking oh so carefully. She lightly eased her hand to the back of his head tangling it in his hair as she lowered her head to his and gently placed a kiss upon his lips. She didn't try to deepen it as she didn't want to scare him off again but she didn't end it quickly either.

Author: Anon, Posted: Fri Aug 3, 2018 7:25 AM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Ever since he buried Nelanna, Cecil had turned to drink for this very reason. It hurt too much to think, it made going through the days easier. Even if he seemed angry and sour to most upon first glance, it was preferable to this pathetic mess he found himself in now. Push away all who would get close, that was the simple path, despite knowing this would not be what Nelanna would want.

Chartora’s comforting presence wrapped itself over him. She didn’t say anything, just held him at his weakest. It was more than enough to know she was there. He wasn’t sure how long they remained that way, but the tears slowly subsided, eventually fading into silence. Longer still was the time they stayed like this.

With a sniff, Cecil gently stood, pulling Chartora up with him. All he could bring himself to look at was her hands which he had now taken in his own. ”Safety is an illusion. Love… Is Love fleeting? We can run from our past, Chartora, but it will always catch up eventually.” The fae dragged his eyes up to gaze into the ruby gems one last time, gently cupping her cheek with a hand. A thumb caressed gently over the cheekbone, a sad smile curled one corner of his lips.

”Thank you, for being a friend in the dark.” He leaned in, planted a simple kiss on her cheek. Reluctantly, he pulled away and began to walk toward the campsite where Gahara was last known to be. The griffin was not to be seen, however. The indentation where he had previously been was almost completely returned to its former condition. Cecil stuffed his hands into pockets and continued past the camp, fully intent on closing this as a drunk chapter. He would take Chartora’s comfort, her words, unspoken support, and would strive to be better. If not for himself, then for them.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Thu Aug 2, 2018 6:05 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Chartora breathed deeply pulling his scent into her letting it fill and sooth her weary soul. She was in a half dose when she heard him whisper she smelled good, sweet even. She fought the instinctive tensing she had never thought anything about her scent could be considered sweet, her brother's yes but her’s? Never.

Then he was pulling away from her telling her she should go. She already knew that. Being near him put him in so much danger from her mother it scared her. But why where there tears in his eyes? There was no way he could know about the danger her mother posed. So if it wasn't that what was it.

She sat up watching as the tears finally broke free. He was talking about that other woman. The one he lost while killing his father. She felt something twist in her gut. He had cared deeply for this woman. Why did that hurt?

Then the time for self reflection was over. He was openly sobbing now hugging himself and looking lost. As she watched she noticed he was getting closer. Then she was wrapping him in her arms her wings coming around to comfort him. She rested her head atop his and let him cry it out.

She didn't whisper any comforting words, even if she knew how she knew better. Her mother was still out there. Just by being together she was placing him danger and yet she knew the was no way she could let him go now. So she just held him rocking him slowly and every so often placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. It was all she knew to do to show she cared and wasn't going anywhere.

Author: Anon, Posted: Thu Aug 2, 2018 2:38 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

He hadn't been imagining it earlier. She truly did smell of smoke with that underlying sweetness. Cecil smiled; it was exactly like her personality that he has learned so far. Difficult to determine initially, quick to anger, yet tender somewhere beneath the tough exterior. The light traces of her hand filled some desire, the one that just borders carnal pleasure. "You smell good… sweet.," he whispered to her.

Whatever this is, she said. What was this? Having a place in her embrace was content enough. How long has it been since he had simply been held? Cecil never had the chance to slow down and make friends, and even so, he took a chance with Nelanna. It still hadn't truly sank in that he was now safe, and so was everyone else. Reluctantly, Cecil withdrew himself from Chartora. "We can't… You should go."

Tears glistened in his eyes, praying to the gods that she would understand. "No one is safe with me, Chartora. She's dead because of my selfishness." Cecil couldn't control himself anymore as the tears burst forth. "I won't see another suffer for my mistakes." He needed to get up and walk away, leave her behind. This was getting far too dangerous of becoming more, and he feared losing Chartora as well. Instead, Cecil wrapped his arms around his knees and sobbed into them.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Thu Aug 2, 2018 1:13 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

She felt something change between them. A slight shifting in the air she wanted to reach out and clutch it to her as tight as she could but she was wasn't sure what exactly had changed.

She felt him nuzzling into her neck after she released him breathing in her scent, had anyone ever wanted or cared to breath in her scent before. She started thinking over the long years then she heard his voice in her mind distracting her. He slept well because of her? And he wants to stay like this for awhile. Yes please.

She again tightened her wings gently this time wrapping her arms around him as well. Gods and goddesses but he felt good in her arms like he was supposed to be there.

She felt a gentle breeze wash over them bringing their commingled scents to her she found the mixture oddly comforting. She had never liked her natural scent doing everything she could to try to cover it up to no avail. And while he didn't appear to dislike it even going so far as to nuzzle closer she still worried he would find it as displeasing and disturbing as she did.

She ran her hands up and down Cecil’s back trailing her hands lightly gently wishing she had the nerve to go under his shirt to feel his skin under hers. But just feeling him nestled in her arms wrapped in her wings as no one else had ever been was enough.

She turned slightly and hoping she wasn't overstepping any boundaries placed a gentle kiss on top of his head. Inhaling his scent again she felt a tug in her lower belly. ‘We can lay here as long as you wish, or until we need to eat. I find I am rather enjoying whatever this is.’ She shifted slightly to be able to rest her back hand upon his hip as she held him as close to her as she could. Closing her eyes she felt herself relax, not going to sleep, just a relaxation of belonging.

Author: Anon, Posted: Thu Aug 2, 2018 10:45 AM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Her eyes were like rubies, deep and red. Most saw that as signs of a monster. Vampires, Demons, it didn't matter, they were creatures to be eradicated. But to Cecil, it was ones actions that described the corruption of ones soul. Chartora was captivated by what she saw, amazed by something, though the fairy couldn't tell what. He held her gaze as she caressed his cheek, and trailed down his neck.

Regardless of time, the tenderness of her touch planted a seed of desire. But she pulled away, and while he knew he could try, this was a delicate situation. Cecil found her pulling him closer, tightening the cocoon of what he now realized were her wings. As a result, he held her tighter, his eyes closed against the sudden swell of emotion. He didn't know how much he needed this, to hold and be held, to have someone this close, yet nothing happening between them. Even when she released her grip, he didn't, burying his face into her neck.

Cecil couldn't trust himself to speak aloud. 'Best sleep in a long time. Can we… Stay like this… Just awhile longer?' He knew himself to be almost sober. So much needed to be sorted. Grief mixed with hope, pain mixed with innocent bliss. His needy hold on her showed the extent of his anguish, yet, there was a softness to it as well, grateful to finally have someone, anyone, willing to set him straight once more.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Wed Aug 1, 2018 11:25 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Her arm was being caressed. Lovingly stroked with gentle motions. Her wings unconsciously ruffled with the pleasure of it. She moaned half-asleep and snuggled closer to Cecil. Then she felt his lips lightly brush her ear as he whispered to her in fairy.

”I take it back. You’re not hot, Chartora. You’re drop dead gorgeous.”

That brought her fully awake as nothing else could have. Her eyes flew open and she found herself staring into bright blue glittering eyes. Her breath caught and she found herself mesmerized. Who knew underneath all that filth and smell the was this amazingly beautiful creature?

Her hand reached up of its volition to caress his smooth check enjoying the coolness of his skin under her palm. She ran her hand down along the side of his neck feeling the soft tenderness of his skin watching as his eyes slightly darkened. Taking her hand away she started to speak and found she had to clear her throat a couple of times first.

“Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

She realized they were still loosely cocooned in her wings but she found herself reluctant to let him completely free from them this morning as if the very act would somehow break a spell. Thinking this she drew her wings around them tighter from where he had slightly pulled away and brought him back closer to her. Nuzzling into his neck she drew deep of his scent now that he was clean and she was more awake. Her deep inhalation brought a woodsy aroma to her making her think of forests and trees. Mmmm yummy. She took another deep breath of him then reluctantly released him to give him a chance to answer her questions.

Author: Anon, Posted: Wed Aug 1, 2018 9:58 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Gahara, while he had thoroughly enjoyed her fingers in his feathers, remained silent. This was her choice, and he refused to influence it. Caution and advice, yes, but never assist with the decisions of the heart. He gave a bow and watched her stride over to the lake. Chartora gently moved him, and curled up with him. With an inward smile, Gahara stood, spread his wings, and took flight. Maybe he could find something more to eat?

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At some point in the night, Cecil had entwined himself with the demonic angel, holding her close as they slumbered. He felt warm, surrounded by a softness he couldn't name. For the first time in forever, he felt at peace, for there was another being in his arms. The fae nuzzled closer to the warm body. Since he lost his voice, this was the first person he had slept next to. It was a feeling he had missed.

Cecil would have been content to stay in her arms all day, just cuddling, and spooning. Nothing else, just sitting there, holding her. But a scent finally filtered through his slowly awakening mind. Her scent was smokey, with a hint of something sweet. Taken by surprise, Cecil opened his eyes to see that it was Chartora. At some point in the night, she had come up to him, and laid down next to him. To see that she had forgiven him for saying something stupid was enough.

Yet, he had the opportunity to see her at her most vulnerable. No defenses were up, just peaceful slumber. With a smile, Cecil reached up and tucked stray hairs behind her ear. He leaned in, so that his lips would brush against her ear as he spoke, his hand now idly caressing her arm with slow, gentle motions. ”I take it back. You’re not hot, Chartora. You’re drop dead gorgeous.” The words were spoken in fairy, and his whispered voice was husky despite months of disuse.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Wed Aug 1, 2018 3:17 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

She rested her head on Gahara enjoying the long forgotten feeling of companionship. Processing his words this time was a bit harder for her. She well understood the need to keep moving and hiding from a parent that refused to leave you alone. Her mother was prone to either show up or send her minions to try to kill her and her brother at any point in time. Did she dare risk anything with Cecil when the threat of her mother was so great?

Running her fingers through the feathers along Gahara’s side she softly whispered to herself.

“What am I supposed to do here? Whatever his form I find myself drawn to him and that scares me. I worry for his safety if he is with me. And yet… and yet… dare I try to be happy?”

Turning her head again she looked again at his sleeping form. She thought over the few interactions they had had as she observed him without restraint. Coming to a conclusion she eased away from Gahara.

“Thank you for your counsel this evening. His form truly does not matter to me as long as it pleases him. I only hope I live up to any expectations you may have of me. If you'll excuse me for just a moment I must rinse my mouth as brimstone does not leave a very pleasant after taste in one's mouth.”

She walked slowly to the lake hoping she was making the right decision and after rinsing her mouth thoroughly she could stall no more. She turned and walked to the sleeping figure and hoping not to wake him eased him to lie down more fully. She lay down next to him curled into him and used her wings to cover them both. She cradled him in her arms and with a soft contented sigh fell asleep hoping the new day would bring to fruition the new possibilities the had just begun.

Author: Anon, Posted: Wed Aug 1, 2018 8:47 AM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

For a long moment, the griffin sat in silence. He weighed the answers against the personal questions. When it seemed that Gahara would not answer, he began to speak. "Cecil was born Jade, a female. Due to being hunted by his father after he ran away, he learned how to hide his form, change his face, his name. For so long he done this that he had forgotten his birth name, birth gender, even what he used to look like."

Silence descended between them as he contemplated his next words. "He was planning on making this form be permanent, going so far that he procured a gender changing potion. Cecil is also quite new at forming relationships. His whole life has been spent in brothels, always on the move, never staying in one place long. I had been waiting for him to change for a long time, waiting until I could become his familiar." 

Gahara stretched his neck, gently pressing his beak against Chartora if she would allow. "From the brief time I've known you, Chartora, I can say I like you. Give Cecil a chance. When he is sober, he's so much more. Beware though. He is still grieving the death of what was possibly his first real love. You may find him more cautious to open up and allow you close, should you choose to follow that path."

Author: Chartora, Posted: Wed Aug 1, 2018 6:25 AM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

She listened to the griffin. Hearing not just his words but listening to the meaning behind the words. If what he was saying was the truth then there was the possibility Cecil found her as attractive as she found him. That opened up a world of possibilities but she needed a little clarification from the griffin. Glancing towards the sleeping form her eyes softened as she looked at him.

“I have a few questions about the pictures he showed me earlier if you would be willing to answer them. In the pictures I noticed Cecil’s form change from female to male to neither. Does he have a preference? I don't care either way but after my fit of temper I would rather not add insult to the list of things I have done wrong.”

Tearing her eyes away from Cecil she looked at Gahara. She mentally went over what she had just said and flushed at her unaccustomed honesty. One would think in 1500 years she would had plenty of relationships but no everything that was happening was new to her. One night stands she had loads of experience in but to have someone actually care about her and find her attractive was both thrilling and slightly scary.

“It would seem I have taken a liking to him and I don't know what to do about it. This is all uncharted territory for me. The fact I may still have a chance makes me happier than I can recall being in a long long time. I thank you for that.”

She found her eyes again drifting towards the sleeping figure as she waited hopefully for Gahara to answer her questions. She knew she shouldn't stare but she couldn't seem to help herself.

Author: Anon, Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 12:32 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Gahara was a patient creature. He used the time between request and her approach to put his thoughts in order. When she did, the griffin took in all of the details, the way her head was lowered, the sidelong glance toward the trees that hid Cecil. Was that a regretful tone? Nevertheless, he stood and gave her a humbling bow.

”My gratitude, Chartora. Allow me to start by saying no apology necessary and things are not… fucked up… with me. Nor with Cecil.” Gahara resettled himself as he struggled with his thoughts. There was much to share with her, but would Cecil appreciate his meddling? ”It is in my opinion that you both need each other. I have spent enough time with humanoids to see men turn down a woman time and time again, but bed her after drinking enough alcohol. Cecil is not like the typical man.”

The griffin looked towards the location of the slumbering fae. ”He worries he’s fucked things up with you, unable to curb his drunk tongue. Cecil is not known for subtlety, for he has always been bold enough to chase his carnal desires. With you, he was being genuine, trying to be a friend. Nelanna wasn’t just any friend. She changed him, and he’s still trying to learn if it was for better or worse, now that she is gone.”

Author: Chartora, Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 3:57 AM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Shit. Shit. Shit. She knew better then to lose her temper. Everytime she did something caught fire. Last time it was her useless brother, so no harm done. This time it could have been, Cecil and that was unacceptable. He probably hated her now for reminding him of the past. Sigh.

She was drifting lazily on updrafts barely using her wings when she heard a splash from the direction of the lake. Hmmm from the sound of things he had decided to go ahead and take that bath. Should she go make sure he didn't miss a spot? Maybe assist him? She was already flying in that direction before she realized she had even changed direction.

What was going on with her? She wasn't usually this mercurial. She usually kept a tighter hold on her emotions then this. She had to. She knew what she was capable of. Why was he tearing through all of her defenses like so much paper?

She reached over the clearing in time to see him settle himself down against a tree and fall asleep, damn he was clothed already. She continued to circle the clearing taking advantage of the chance to observe Cecil without restraint. The more she observed him the more she found to like. He wasn't overly masculine like her brother, no, there was something delicate, almost feminine about him as he sleep. She again sighed to herself hoping her fit of temper hadn't completely ruined things with him.

She was on her fourth circle of ogling him when she heard Gahara politely request her presence to speak. Damnation did the griffon know what she was doing from the air? Now she felt a mild embarrassment by her actions but when else would she have another such chance?

She flew towards where the griffon stood watch and landed delicately in front of him her head lowered.

“I'm here.” Casting a look towards Cecil she sighed. “How bad have I fucked things up with him? And with you? Would it help to say I'm sorry and I'm not even sure why I got so angry?”

Author: Anon, Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 8:26 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Fire burned in her eyes. Everything about her screamed a fury he had known once. Despite the dull warning bell at the back of his mind, Cecil remained motionless, expressionless. He allowed her to rant, and made no attempt to stop her from flying off. "So, you're just going to let her go?"

'Do what you will, but Jade understands.' Silence descended over the odd pair. After a minute or two, Cecil pushed himself up and made his way toward the mentioned lake. Damn his father and the curse! The curse brought Nelanna to him. His father took her away. Through pain and grief, he had been given a fresh chance.

And he already fucked that up. After taking a proper bath, the fairy began to pace up and down the shore. Any attempt to patch things up hinged on Chartora calming down. Cecil felt an urge to break down and purge pent up emotions, but fought against it. Eventually he sat under a tree and dozed off.

Meanwhile, the griffon meticulously counted off the minutes. Most humanoids were fickle creatures, their emotions often run rampant. When what seemed a suitable amount of time in silence passed, Gahara called out to the woman. "Chartora? Would you honor me with thine presence that we may speak?"

Author: Chartora, Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 7:18 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

She sat staring at the fire in confusion her mind whirling. She tried to calm herself and hold onto one thought any thought but something about him made that impossible. Was because they had dealt with similar abuse at the hands of a parent? Probably. Maybe. Shit she was on the verge of hyperventilating then she felt the soft push in her mind.

”This may just be the booze talking, but you’re actually quite hot.”

What the everloving fuck? That was enough to get her mind settled down and focused on one thing. He only thought she was attractive due to the ridiculously large amount of alcohol in his system?

She saw red. She knew her eyes were flashing with hellfire and didn't care. Here was yet another person that could only find her attractive because he was basically made of alcohol at this point? Her wings flared out behind her as she rose angrily to her feet. She wasn't breathing fire, yet, but she could see smoke and ash with every exhalation. She started to take a step towards the drunken fool then thought better if it. She didn't want to kill him with fire, yet. Explanations first.

“So I am only attractive when you have consumed a continent’s worth of booze? Is that what hug earlier was about? Do I look so desperate to you that I would sleep with anyone that gave me slightest bit of attention? You can find your own place to sleep tonight, might I suggest somewhere near the lake I mentioned earlier.”

She had to find somewhere to calm down before she set the whole forest on fire. Somewhere hopefully away from the asshole sitting near her. There were sparks starting to be mixed in her breathing which told her time to go skyward where breathing fire won't kill trees… or drunken louts that didn't know how to talk to a lady. One great flap of her wings and she was shooting into the sky.

Author: Anon, Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2018 2:31 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Cecil was confused. Fairy was more along the lines of a spoken tongue, whereas griffon was more beastial. How were the two similar? Not that it mattered. Whoever Chartora was, she wa doing something no one else had been able to do since… Gahara was chuckling. ”Eat that pathetic, sorry sack of confusion? I’d rather be unable to regurgitate pellets for days than eat him!” The fairy looked back at the griffon and sighed.

Once upon a time, he’d have laughed and poked fun at the joke. She was right though, his father was mad. His rule was harsh, his fury cruel. There was little thought behind anything that did not deal with Jade. Cecil watched Chartora pace by the fire, and wanted to reach out to her. It was obvious that somehow his role had reversed. In the misery of loss, he had not realized that he now held the destruction of his life in his hand, and it was now his turn to help someone who was just as broken as he was recovering from.

Before he could help her, he had to heal himself first though. What had he gotten himself into? Slowly, he sat down nearby, also staring into the fire. ”There is no apology needed” Cecil’s head hurt trying to sort through his own thoughts. He blinked and slid his gaze over to the possible savior. Chartora was quite pretty, and their similar pasts had nothing to do with it. ”This may just be the booze talking, but you’re actually quite hot.” There was that confident streak, the drive that had all but got lost in Nelanna’s presence.

Author: Chartora, Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 10:23 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

She shrugged what else could she do under the circumstances? Demons have to make deals, to make a deal you have to speak the language, she got more demon than angel.

“I understand griffon, fairy isn't that much of a stretch. As far as helping you to be honest I was mainly helping Gahara he looked hungry standing watch over you. At first I thought you were dead and he wasn't eating you because of the smell.”

She flushed as she realized how that might sound to them. She started to pace, her feathers rippling in her agitation.

“Ok so umm just forget that. Crap. Umm yes. I do recall some of the tales of the forest. Mad king something along those lines.”

She was completely nonplussed at this point and mumbling to herself about evil parents. Her pacing had sped up without her noticing her wings starting to flare behind her. Then she froze.

“I'm sorry.”

Sitting down she looked towards the fire not really seeing it. Yes she was broken but it looked look he was too. At least the reason he was broken was gone. Her mother was still out there somewhere.

Author: Anon, Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 6:23 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

To someone in this world, she was wanted, just as everyone else had at least one. Despite the odds, and the efforts of malicious souls, she had risen up stronger and faced lesser, yet more perceptibly more cruel hardships. This time, he didn’t restrain her as she pulled her hand away. Cecil tilted his head with curiosity and amusement at the irony of it all.

Here Chartora was, awkward in social situations and was versatile in combat. The fae was also awkward in most social situations, but was trained in the arts of a more intimate setting. That amusement had not left his face as she turned back to him, but it fell to shocked surprise, then careful consideration. A long silence spread between them as his mind churned. ”Well, Cecil? Don’t keep the poor girl waiting.” Gahara sounded quite amused.

”So, you’re telling me you can understand … Fairy?” There was a slight hesitation, but primarily because he did not like to share his race. But she had already seen the pictures he had drawn, depicting people with wings. It wouldn’t take too much to put it all together and figure it out. ”Thank you, for the obvious of helping a drunken pathetic man. More importantly, though, for being true to yourself. You’re not the only one who couldn’t kill. You know the tales of the Feeorin Forest, and the smell of rot? Even as a child, I tried to stop the cause of it.”

Cecil blinked thoughtfully. Perhaps that was the start of it all after all? His compassionate nature was not fairy like of his realm. ”Despite the hardships we have both gone through, we have endured. We are of the same cloth, Chartora, disappointments of our parents, but stronger than they would ever admit. So do me a favor? No matter what others say, remain strong and true.” ”You can do with some of that advice, Cecil. Mr. Hide From Your Woe in Drink.” To this, Cecil turned to shrug at the griffin. ’Hey, I never said I was perfect.’

Author: Chartora, Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 1:25 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Thank me? What was there to thank me for? The untold deaths because she couldn't or wouldn't kill one? Why would this virtual stranger thank her for that? Where was her brother when she needed him to explain how to interact with another? Oh that's right he was somewhere getting his rocks off and screwing her over in the process.

“I, umm. There is no need to thank me. To be honest I'm not sure what you are even thanking me for.”

She stopped for a moment pulling her hand away to walk a little ways away.

“I don't know how to interact with others very well.” She gave a small bitter laugh. “Shoot them with a bow or stab them with a dagger yes. But actually have a conversation with them? No. That would be my brother's forte. At least if it's in common.” She turned and looked at him again. “If we are going to be honest with each other I feel I should tell you I understand and speak most languages. You could call it a perk of my demon side that my brother never got and I was able to keep from Mother. So if you wish we can converse telepathically.”

She held herself still waiting to see his reaction to yet more proof of her demonic nature. If he was smart he would hop on Gahara and fly as far and fast as the griffon could go.

Author: Anon, Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 8:09 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Broodily, the fae stared into fire as her voice filled the air. A story was weaved about twins, born of the forbidden union of two races who seemed to be forever at war. Too Angelic? Go away! You're impure, you can't stay here. But what was his story? Cecil was a pure fairy, born to the king and the noble woman he had taken for his wife. Was it simply because he was not born male? Or maybe because the child took much of his mother's affection?

He couldn't determine which of them had it worse. The half breed whose nightmare was to watch innocents be tortured, or the heir to the fairy kingdom being the poorly treated jester, a slave, a punching bag? One thing was for sure, they had both cried themselves to sleep, battered and broken each night. His eyes snapped to her as she stood. She appeared to be hiding herself with her wings, attempting to hold her pain in. For the first time in weeks, his heart twisted.

Gahara watched with a smug readjusting of his wings as Cecil stood and darted after the angelic demon. By the time the fae had caught up, she was already at the treeline. He caught her by the wrist and gave her an almost pleading look. Chartora stopped, and Cecil, who stood maybe two inches taller, reached out to tuck her hair out of her face. For the first time, he took in her features beyond just colors. The shape of her lips, the slope of her nose, the graceful cheeks, all combined to make a rather beautiful woman. He had never been one to focus on the prominent features such as her horns, or the wings. Even physical features could lead to ugly personalities.

But she was a fighter, an injured soul seeking to prove herself. If not for herself then for someone else. He knew because he was too. Trying to give her a sense of appreciation, the fae went to give her a reassuring kiss upon her forehead. However, she turned away, preventing his actions from being completed. Confused, he tried to duck into the path of her eyesight. It was hard to work with only facial emotions and hand gestures, but he wanted to let her know what he meant. 'Gahara, help.’ The griffin sighed. ”He's trying to thank you.”

Author: Chartora, Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 6:06 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

She understood abusive parents. Her own mother had spent the better part of 500 years torturing her because she wasn't evil enough. But that was not something you brought up in casual conversation or so her brother says. But they were due something of her past. Looking into the fire she started to speak.

“My brother and I are the twin offspring of the mating between an angel and a lust demon. He is younger than me by about an hour and takes after our father more. Because of this he was immediately cast out of hell but because he was demon touched the heavens also didn't want him so he was allowed to live his own life as he pleased. As you can see I take after my mother. The only thing I got from our father is my wings and even those are demon touched.”

She couldn't help the bitterness in her voice as she spoke. Too many years of people seeing a demon first and not bothering to see the person underneath was painful to say the least.

“From the time I was born until I was rescued by my brother over 500 years later our mother did everything in her twisted power to try and turn me just as evil as she was. Anyone that showed me the slightest bit of kindness during that time she made me watch as she did unspeakable things to them before putting them out of their misery. And the entire time she told me all I had to do to end my suffering and theirs was to just kill one small innocent. And I couldn't do it. It didn't matter what she did to me or how bad my body or the bodies of those I had cared about were broken, I couldn't kill that one small innocent.”

She stopped then feeling the tears she hadn't shed in years welling in her eyes. Standing she turned her back to them shielding herself in her wings. Why had she told them all of that? After 1000 years she rarely thinks about that anymore (except in her dreams). Still standing with her back to them cocooned in her ebony wings she spoke softly.

“You can take the tent. I believe I would be more comfortable under the stars tonight. There's a small lake a little ways inside the trees if you wish to wash further.”

Having spoken she started walking slowly towards trees lost in the memories of her painful past.

Author: Anon, Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 1:39 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

The syllables of Chartora's name slowly deconstructed and reconstructed in his mind over and over, debating on whether or not the name was important enough to remember. What they both didn't expect was the knowledge that she could hear and understand Gahara. Cecil glanced over at the griffin briefly who merely shrugged at him. "Well met, Chartora, I am Gahara. It is refreshing to run into another beast whisperer. I appreciate the rabbits, thank you. But I must warn you, Cecil cannot speak common tongue. He has been cursed and thus cannot speak, think, or write in common. I request you forgive him, for he is not attempting to be rude." The fae took the water skin and went behind the tent to be courteous.

He stripped and splashed the water on himself, scrubbing and washing the grime of untold time off. It would take more than a simple skin of water to get the job done, but at least he was far cleaner, and thus more presentable. Even with the splitting headache, the fae attempted to call upon the magic required to summon himself a fresh set of clothing. Cecil had forgotten what clean clothing even felt like. The shirt he had left unbuttoned as he returned to the fire, and offered the skin back to her with a bow of the head. "Funny, it takes a girl to get you to clean up, but I can't convince you to do shit." Cecil shot him a glare and Gahara chuckled.

Reaching over, Cecil took a piece of the deer, slowly chewing it. "Chartora? Would you happen to have more water available? Cecil has not been taking care of himself since…" 'Enough!' "An unfortunate event." Cecil scoffed, waved his hand and a pack appeared at his feet. Stuffing the last of his deer piece into his mouth, the fae pulled out one of his charcoal pencils and paper. For a long moment, it was held poised over the blank sheet. With a defeated sigh, dark lines began to fill the page. Each stroke was placed with purpose, the emotions in his sapphire gaze clear as day that the pain and anger of the event haunted him.

When he was done, woman was in a heap on the ground at a fairy's feet. By the crown on his head, it was obvious that he was the king, his smile malicious as blood dripped from his fingers. Shifting through the previous drawings he had done, Cecil handed her a picture of a group beating of a fairy child, another of a woman holding the child in a comforting manner. The child and the fairy king standing over a grave stone, and finally the newest drawing. Gahara guessed which pictures he had given the angelic woman. "Oberon was a cruel king, always abusing Cecil. His mother was the only to ever show him love. Things got worse for him after she perished, though no one knows how. For years, Cecil has been keeping away from his father… The woman at Oberon's feet? That was a dear friend, and the last straw for Cecil. He finally stood up to Oberon, and defeated him, but it was far too late." Even Gahara's voice was soft

Author: Chartora, Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 12:45 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Chartora watched the body come alive impassively. The exchange between the owl griffon and the person was interesting. From what she understood from the griffin’s side of things the person was named “Cecil" and had been through some sort of trauma. She continued to watch their exchange feeling slightly like a voyeur from their intimacy.

What sort of trauma could leave a person this broken? No. Chartora nope. This Cecil is not your problem. You can't fix anyone. You are not here to fix anyone. Firmly reminding herself of those facts didn't stop her from unconsciously trying to hide her horns with her hair. Great.

She sat and waited for their exchange to finish and when the person no, Cecil, finally turned and noticed her she felt a faint flush rise to her face. Gods and goddesses why was she always nervous when meeting new people? This was her brother's forte. She had no honeyed words to offer him. Nothing except her own 1500 years of not being accepted. She waited while he stumbled his way over to her and sat heavily. When he didn't speak she looked up and caught his small wave of greeting. Oook. Looks like introductions were going to be up to her then. Taking a small breath she spoke.

“My name is, Chartora. I gather from the griffon yours is Cecil.” Turning to the griffon she spoke to it, “I'm sorry I didn't get your name during the exchange.” She turned back to Cecil now. “I have food and would gladly share but before that you need to wash.”

She took the skin of hot water off the fire and handed it to Cecil. “You can use my tent for some privacy but no offense you stink.”

Turning her back she started to carve pieces off the deer not waiting to see what he would do.

Author: Anon, Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 7:46 AM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Gahara nestled smugly, having finally acted on his pride. No fairy was going to treat him like shit. Large eyes were taking in everything, from the insects in the grass to the birds soaring above. One creature was far too large to be a bird, and the griffin kept his attention on it. Appearing to be a woman, she was cautious, taking steps not to get too close to him while her curiosity was the drunken, snowy haired man before him.

She stalked off, and Gahara blinked, forgetting about her as she had posed no threat. The time between then and her return was uneventful, but she had surprised the griffin. His owl face carefully regarded her as she cautiously approached ladened with deer and rabbits. A ruffle of his wings and she stopped where she was. It interested him to watch her set up a camp not too far off, and started to cook the venison.

”He wasn’t always like this…” Gahara thought to himself as he ate the rabbits before turning his attention to his friend. As the water began to boil, Cecil finally began to stir with a deep groan. He pushed himself slowly to his hands and knees, head somewhat spinning and body aching terribly. ”Fucking griffin, dropping me.” The griffin gave an angry screech and was instantly charging the fae, who scrambled backwards until he was flat on his back.

Owl face seriously inches from Cecil’s nose, Gahara looked genuinely angry with his half flared wings and aggressive stance over the sobering drunk. ”I am your familiar, I chose you! But I will not continue taking this abuse from you! You will not treat me like Oberon did to you. Do you understand me, ‘Cecil’?” As the griffin yelled at him, Cecil flinched with every emphasized word. His eyes widened with shock and realization, however, and he froze. Gahara was right, and he had been treating him like shit, verbally abusing him the entire time since her death.

Cecil reached up and placed both hands on Gahara’s beak. ”You’re right. I’m sorry.” After a moment, the owl griffin closed his eyes, wings tucking back against his body as he gently pressed his beak tip against Cecil’s nose. ”You’re not the only one who hurts, Cecil. But get up. We have company.” The fae turned his attention toward the smell of food and saw a winged woman. Her wings were black, long hair just as dark, her skin as if she had spent quite a bit of time in the sun. As Gahara returned to his resting place, Cecil pushed himself up and slowly approached the woman.

He didn’t stumble nearly as bad as he had in Feeorin Forest, but his head was killing him. The way it spun threw off his equilibrium. Unceremoniously, Cecil half sat, half fell near the fire and angel woman, barely noticing the red eyes watching him. All he could manage was a slight wave. He had no voice for the common tongue, and she was no fairy, so what was the point of even trying?

Author: Chartora, Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 8:53 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

Things were not going according to plan. Chartora had left her twin to his own devices after their last job which led to him bedding the wrong lasses. Now she was running for it with a fairly distinctive appearance while her brother got to continue to live it up, stupid handsome face. How did that even happen?

Near as she could remember she broke into the room to warn him about the ladies husbands, they started to scream about the demon in their midst and oh yeah her wonderful brother never one to miss an opportunity to tweak her feathers had the nerve to wink at her before using the only spell he knows to transport the girls elsewhere and him with them. So when the very angry, very well-armed group of men arrived to try to save their wives’ virtues all that was in the room was 6’1 of muscular, well endowed, behorned and black winged her.

Yep. No questions were asked as to who the guilty party was as to their disappearance. Never mind the fact she couldn't disappear a flea. They raised their weapons with shouts of “Demon. Kill the demon.” And she knew it was time to go as well.

Opening a gate behind her, she didn't even care where, she stepped through it making sure to give the ignorant villagers a double bird as the gate closed. Sighing she took a look around to see if there was anyone or anything of immediate danger to her not seeing anything she shook out her jet black wings and decided to get an overhead look.

Taking to the air she used air currents to stay aloft and forgot for a moment all her troubles, just enjoying the feeling of the wind in her hair and over her feathers. Looking down she passed over what looked like farmland and fields, hmmm probably best to avoid people for now. Tilting slightly she saw a field a bit aways from a town and was that a griffon in the field next to a body? Intriguing to say the least as the griffon wasn't eating the body. Her interest piqued she dipped down lower to take a look.

Landing near the edge of the field least she startle the beautiful creature in front of her she slowly started to approach the griffon. As she got closer she realized several things one the body wasn't a body it was alive, if a bit ripe. And two the griffon appeared to be guarding said body, person. Things just keep getting more and more interesting.

Not wanting to upset the large griffon by getting too close to its charge she decided to make herself useful and headed back into the woods she had flown over. Within a few moments her natural affinity for animals had netted her a few rabbits and a deer. Good enough. Going back out to the field she walked towards the griffon and it's charge until she felt she made it uneasy. There she made her campsite and started some of the deer meat roasting. Taking up the rabbits she tossed them in the direction of the griffon.

“Yes I got enough for you too big guy. If you want deer you'll have to wait for us to eat. Not sure what happened here but anyone that has such a handsome creature can't be all bad, yeah?”

As she settled down to wait she started a skin of water boiling, whoever that was was getting a bath when they woke up whether they wanted one or not.

Author: Anon, Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 7:20 PM, Post Subject: Same Face, Different Scene [P, R]

The sense of purpose was gone. Everything seemed dull, and mute without her presence. Colors were faded, sounds no longer clear. Nothing mattered anymore. It was all in a drunken, blurry haze, for all that he knew. She was gone, and there was no point. His father had taken everything from him, and finally broke Cecil after countless years. The fairy now aimlessly roamed the world, surviving purely on his constitution.

When he wasn’t sleeping, Cecil spent his time drunk, staggering down streets of one city to the next. He was disheveled, a state that she would have scolded while laughing as she ordered him to go bathe. There was no more anger at himself, no more regret. Just a giant, empty, dark hole that Cecil attempted to fill with booze. Gahara faithfully followed the fae, keeping an ever vigil eye over the self deteriorating shell of a man.

Cecil did not notice the stink of corpses that hung heavy in the air, nor the blue hued forest around him. Not even the fairies darting deeper into the forest were noted. He staggered forward, leaning heavily on the tree he caught himself upon. Clouded eyes took in the clearing before him. At the far end of the clearing sat a regal chair of twisting limbs, covered with ivy. The throne of the fairy king.

He scoffed as he took a step forward. Of course he’d come back here. This is where everything happened. All of the abuse, the torture… the breaking of his heart. ”Leave this place, Jade. You are not welcome here.” ”This is mine by birthright! You’d deny me that?” Cecil retorted to the trees in fairy tongue. ”Last warning Jade. Leave now, and never return.” ”Make me.” He had been fully prepared to fight.

When he next awoke, all he could see was the ground wavering beneath him as an angry sea. ’Gahara! Take me back!’ ”Do you know what I had to do to get you out alive? No, now shut it, drunk.” Cecil mumbled something along the lines of ’Stupid griffin,’ and was rewarded with a dangerous dive, a jerk as the griffin swooped, and dropped the fae unceremoniously in a field. From the distance he fell, he did not get too injured, primarily cuts and bruises, but Cecil had passed out once more. He lay within the farmlands outside of the city, and Gahara settled down nearby, getting comfortable while waiting for the drunkard to sleep it off.