SabbyNeko

We all talk about it as if its a close friend or cherished pet. When we feel inspiration or a lack of it, we personify our Muses to express this, giving them very human emotions and tendencies. So why not go all the way and characterize your Muse write out a full description, and even draw a picture if your so inclined. Make it either a spirit, a human, a mute animal, it doesn't matter, as long as its yours. Its your creative mind given form. But then there's your Beast, your anti-Muse, the personification of everything wrong with you, all your anger, all your struggles, all your insecurity and shortcomings, and it knows exactly how to use all of this against you. My Mews His name is freefall, and he is a lithe, effeminite boy appearing in his late teens. His skin has a slight glow to it, shining brightly when my creativity is high, but sinking into a dull little glimmer when I'm not feeling very inspired, and blinking out completely when I'm depressed. His hair is a light silvery brown, waves of it loose and floppy, like a bell shaped flower turned upside down. He has a wild, animal like face, eyes large, bright and only a few shades lighter then his hair, appearing gray, but sparkling and full of life. Little fangs can be seen even when his mouth is closed. Shaggy haired ears protrude from his hair, long and resembling a possums more then a cats. He also has a very large set of white feathered wings, the tips splashed with mottled brown, same as his hair. They become almost limp when I'm depressed. From under his clothes flicks a long, shaggy tail, same colours as his wings. His clothes change a lot, sometimes dressed as a school boy, or a school girl, or in a robe, or if I'm feeling really nasty and adventurous, full on Goth with boots and miniskirt ^^ He has no issues with girls clothing, but may decide on something that covers himself more, like a long skirted, good-girl uniform, or a blanky, if I'm feeling withdrawn and shy. He is a mute, and cannot speak, but can hum if I feel elated, and is purposefully dramatic in his physical expressions. If I'm depressed, an aura of sadness will surround him, and he may pout and have large, watery eyes, and avoid me, holding his blanky close and trying to coax me into going to comfort him by moping and whimpering. If I'm feeling bored, he may dress in something fairly ordinary and sigh and annoy me. If I'm feeling really great, he may get in something adventurous and revealing and twirl and dance and hum, and act naughty around me to coax me into playing with him. My Beast While my Muse is whimsical and indirect, dealing with it's mood swings (whether high or low) by gently asserting them, my Beast is it's exact opposite, direct, firm, and oppressive without ever needing to express itself with actions. While Freefall will display himself and his feelings in many different ways, often with little reasoning towards the method, Gale is ever present and always looming over me, always enforcing her influence on me, still and serene. Resembling Freefall, her furred ears and tail and wings are not shaggy and soft, but glossy and neat. Her skin is either dark gray or enshrouded in shadow that shifts too subtly for my eyes to see, fur and feathers also a deep gray, black at the ends. Hair as dark as coal lays straight perfect down her back, a simple, unadorned brown cloth wrapped about her chest and hips all to keep her modest, feet bare. Her face is cruel but passive, dark eyebrows narrowing if she feels agitated, eyes pools of black ink, with only a hint of a silver crescent in them. If ever I feel insecure of something, she is near me, watching me, crossing her arms and willing me to believe things I know aren't true. She is my jealousy, my possessiveness, and while if I upset Freefall he will huff or sulk or make a scene, Gale will simply step in front of me if I ignore her, burning holes in me with her eyes. It is very hard for to look away and ignore her poisonous influence. I can only ever shun her until she gives up, and those victories are very hollow, but she will simply return, another time. It is my constant struggle. Where Freefall is wild and untamed in both appearance, personality and actions, Gale is a foreboding and oppressive stillness, in her appearance and behavior. Their very names are polar opposites, Freefall a gentle and careless drifting, like a leaf, and Gale a powerful and fearsome storm that will always seem still and harmless whenever I am not engulfed in it, watching the edge from afar... yet when I am swallowed by that storm, I find it hard to concentrate on anything outside of it. Freefall is... admirable in his attempts to shoo her away or usher me off, but she scares him >.> easily. If I'm feeling like crap, and Gale does that to me, Freefall is more likely to just sit with me and be miserable.

This is how it works. Someone posts a picture. The next to post must raise them something that beats it. For instance, someone posts a door, that can be beat with a velociraptor, which can then be beat by an asteroid, which can then be beat by a planet, which can be beat by Galactus. I'll start you off with... a barrel.

Changed the name to Training Rhaimy. There are also some new characters involved.

Hi, I'm new here, and I've gotten to know some of you in the SB I've been roleplaying for maybe 4 years at the Elliquiy forums and for the last year I've dabbled in fan fiction, but I've never combined them... so this is my first erotic fan fiction, and I'm kind of nervous about it. I'd really appreciate some HONEST opinions. Its an alternate take on X-Men Evolution, with all characters original, except the main character. Its going to be a sweet story of a Mistress and her new Pet, with powers being used during sex. If you took the time to read, thank you in advance ^^