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by **[Brand_Name]** » Sun Mar 16, 2014 7:39 pm

Spotting the bull-morph, her curiosity was intrigued. "Hey 'der, matey-o. You look like one powerful friend to have. May I ask," as she took another swig of rum, "what is your name?"

by **Phoenixcz** » Sun Mar 16, 2014 8:52 pm

Her hand still on the grip of her pistol, Alissa stays with the captain for a moment. While she's interested in opportunity to check Riven's engine, she thinks it would be best to get more information...and permission to tinker with it...from the captain before starting the work. She doesn't lack patience and is content with waiting until Gregoir finish his current buisiness with the naga.

by **Urhr93** » Sun Mar 16, 2014 9:30 pm

After her, the pirate and other peoples follow. Gregoir seems to look her way for a moment when she talks to the naga, but then he himself asks him about his identity... and the snakeman answer. He's just another candidate member for the crew, showing off and even assuming a more arrogant pose. Not much, to her, as she loses interest. For now she'll just watch how things go, and then decide how to act.

by **Tsai** » Mon Mar 17, 2014 1:58 am

Abigail looks at the man in horror, but lets out a defeated sigh knowing that there is no other way out. She crawls forward and unbuckles the man's pants. Seeing a man's pulsing cock for the first time came to a shock for her. Her eyes went wide when she put the throbbing cock in her mouth and began sucking, a look of sadness on her face as she looked up at the man she was sucking off. She can feel her hands get put on two other cocks feeling their rough and slimy texture. After a bit of time she picks up the pace, now more comfortable with the taste and texture, her hands also stroked faster. The musk was getting to her, her slit leaked and her nipples her as hard as can be. Taking more and more of the dick in front of her she just devoured it hoping they would come soon so that she can go off and explore the world.

by **TCELESBHSUP** » Mon Mar 17, 2014 2:55 am

A piano-forte... Hmm. It could be interesting, trying to gain permission to use it. After all, she hadn't played one in quite a long time- they were expensive and difficult to really travel with, though her family had a harpsichord. Close enough- it was just a smaller version of a piano! She'd just have to figure out where all the notes were and where the octaves changed. That was the easy part. The hard part was deciding a piece to play!

So much to consider, so little time.

At least she knew the owner- she hoped that they remembered her, since she'd performed here a few times with her family whilst travelling. Walking up to the bar, Christina would put on her most sweet, charming smile, addressing the bartender with that bright and cheerful expression and voice of hers. "Good morning!"

by **Shura** » Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:02 am

While the knife tosser may have been of some concern, there was no shortage of people to handle the situation if things went south. Chances were good that whoever threw the knife just wanted to make an overly dramatic entrance, something that would set them apart from the countless others who were vying for a position aboard the Rivan. Even if it was done in bad taste, the idea of making yourself stand out from the crowd made some degree of sense. With mostly everyone's attentions focused elsewhere, Uwakawa was presented with his own opportunity to do just that. Breaking away from the group, he would make his way towards the ship's galley. With any luck, he would take the initiative, and demonstrate his culinary skills.

by **Laughing Hyena** » Tue Mar 18, 2014 9:07 am

[Brand_Name] Wrote:Spotting the bull-morph, her curiosity was intrigued. "Hey 'der, matey-o. You look like one powerful friend to have. May I ask," as she took another swig of rum, "what is your name?"

Snorting at the Naga's arrogance the Bull would really become annoyed by the snake but Captain Gregoir would be more than capable of handling him for now. However that didn't stop Bonesnapper from going for his pistol and leveling it at the Naga as he exposed his fangs and puffed himself up to try and make it look like he would strike. However he had enough discipline to wait for the Captain to make his own decisions. Either way he suspected Gregoir wouldn't tolerate this as much as Gra'ak if the roles were switched. He heard the salty woman as she clearly sounded like someone who was aboard a ship more so than not. However looks are deceiving so it wouldn't be certain if she was or wasn't a seafaring gal. She was elvish though, that much could be discovered. He gave a response but didn't look directly at her as he kept his attention well focused on that Naga. "Gra'ak Bonesnapper. And your name is?"

by **Cookies** » Mon Mar 31, 2014 12:13 pm

"Get back! Get back you hellish winged demons! Back I say!"
Waving her hands in the air and with a frightened yet determined look on her face, Amaliah underwent the third assault by seagulls today with little grace. Just when she finally managed to shoo off the fish vendors who thought she was a thief (her tail looked suspiciously like one of the giant eels they were selling), her old aerial nemesis came back with a vengeance.

So far, things hadn't gone her way. Ever since she left the safety of her home, she had been chased up on dry lands by a shark and was still rather hesitant to approach the shore because of it. For four days now she had been stuck in this rural village, excluding the one day she got lost in the woods just on the outskirts of town. Trees were strange things, and very uncomfortable to sleep in.
The seagulls came on the third day, smelling fish. Admittedly, without the usual dip in the big blue Amaliah was starting to feel a bit smelly, but she certainly didn't like getting pecked like some old rotting skoonerfish. It didn't help her confidence though, and the more time she spend fighting those flying critters the more melancholic she became. Was leaving home really such a good idea in the first place?
Lastly, there was the heat. She had no idea if this temperature was normal for the people around her, but for her the sun was searing hot, the air was dry as a mouthful of salt water and her eyes were reduced to not much more then thin lines forced closed by the bright lights all around. She felt like a sailor after shore leave but without having a single drop of alcehol. Because, you know, she doesn't do good with alcehol.

With a heavy sigh she concluded her train of thought, until this was rudely interrupted by a peck on the forehead. "Ow!"
With a hiss of pain she swatted the seagull out of her hair, and ran towards the docks, closely followed by a swarm of birds. Surely these kind people gathered around would help her in her fight against darkness and evil and winged malice, right?

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