Ma'alik al-Arash: [11:22] [Whisper] *Silently appeared next to the woman, the dark skinned man seeming to simply fade into view as if... the world itself had been hiding him somehow - or he had slipped free of some nearby shadow that cloaked him like a blanket. His hooded face stared down at the small woman, peering at her from the cloying darkness within* "...hmm... a hin. Don't see many of those."
	Frufelya Teasteep: [11:24] [Whisper] Like an eye floater she wasn't sure if the man had always been there or not. Something odd washed over her as a gentle billowing of air made his presence a reality. A chill runs up her spine. The hin had clearly been moping, feeling sorry for her self or feeling sorry in general. It has not been a good day or even a week for her but it was forgotten as fear took hold for just that brief second when she gasped, turning to face Ma'alik. "O-Oh... I... no. Not many hin around here, sir."
	Frufelya Teasteep: [11:24] [Tell] I feel like no one here likes me.
	Thoril Lazeroth: [11:25] [Tell] Well, why do you feel that?  has to be a reason.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [11:27] [Tell] I was banned twice for having a breakdown
	Thoril Lazeroth: [11:27] [Tell] Well, did you say things to people?
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [11:28] [Whisper] *There was a certain stillness around the man, a pervasive lack of movement so prevalent in his presence that it seemed as if the soft breeze in the town even avoided him - his clothes, his skin, his body... even the feathers on his wings so still that he could be mistaken for a statue if he hadn't just spoken. That dark facade - that mask of shadow concealed the face that hid beneath the lip of that cowl just enough that one could only barely make out the barest of shapes beneath it...* "I wonder why." *he said, his voice ephemeral, a bare whisper of deep rumbling baritone like thunder on the horizon of a threatening storm* "...what brings this one here then? The small folk, so prone to your wanderings and whimsy. This city of sin, degeneration... where all things slowly fall apart, erode, and fade away? It seems like a place many of your kind would never seek out."
	Frufelya Teasteep: [11:34] [Whisper] She twists her soft body beneath the form fitting dress. The fabric clings to her in a way that it reigns in a slightly rounded tummy just beneath a well developed chest that is just a tad too big on her small frame even if it falls within the realm of proportional. Her fingers drift upwards perched upon a shaky hand to part her ethereal locks, gliding freely as if she were en rounded by a weightless aura or a change in gravity that only she was aware of. Her back arches and she clears her throat, dignifying her self in the eyes of the fallen angel. "It's a place I found curious. I spent many years in Sigil but I wanted something a little bit more visceral? More alien and unique. Maybe I chose the wrong destination."
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [11:39] [Whisper] "Maybe you did." *the towering statue murmured, his wings giving the briefest of fluttering shudders behind him - a surprising explosion of movement for one so still - only for him to fall still almost immediately afterwards once more. For a long moment, he seemed to be done talking, or perhaps the onyx skinned man had truly turned into the stone he so closely resembled... but finally his voice spoke up once more* "You represent the curiosity of your race very well, but curiosity is a dangerous thing. It often leads those off the beaten path, into places of danger and depravity. Are you prepared for those consequences?"
	Kregian Balthesus: [11:46] *stretches his legs out a moment before crossing one ankle over the other, eyes lingering over the street and stopping for a time over Mai; he'd smile to himself, returning his gaze to his book*
	Mai: [11:47] *peering at the board curiously looking at the missives posted there*
	Kregian Balthesus: [11:48] Apart from the gazette, there's rarely anything worth noticing on those boards, miss *he'd merely state it while keeping his eyes on his page*
	Frufelya Teasteep: [11:48] [Whisper] His stillness didn't bother her any more. His words rang true with purple eyes scanning his unholy, angelic figure. They come to rest on the hood that covers his face and she twists her legs to cross, turning towards him and gripping her knees. "What kind of consequences? I feel like I'm already feeling them." A long sigh escapes her violet lips that resemble soft bubbles that you swear could pop if poked. "Did I somehow catch your interest? Or do you pity me for some odd reason?" Her eyes fall away and her hands leave her knees to anxiously tug on her pig-tails.
	Mai: [11:48] *looking over at the man she smiles* It's true, but I keep looking.
	Kregian Balthesus: [11:49] *he'd lower his book* And what are you looking for?
	Mai: [11:49] Something interesting.
	Kregian Balthesus: [11:50] *he'd chuckle, watching her step over to him; he'd close the book and slip it between his thigh and the armrest* Well, you're definitively in the right place then, miss... Sinfar is perhaps the most interesting place you could come to
	Mai: [11:51] It certainly is a very interesting place filled with interesting people.
	Kregian Balthesus: [11:51] *he'd nod, lowering his tone*
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [11:52] [Whisper] "I pity you, but not for the reasons you think I do. I pity all who come here, and all who do not. All slowly marching to the inevitable drip of the sands of time, withering before you are ever born. Temporary." he let out a sigh, his chiseled, muscular chest rising and falling, "Consequences for you. Things that in the long term will not matter to anyone but yourself. Creatures that will use you. Break you. Take from your flesh that which you would not give willingly. It's always hard to see... a myriad of fates that all could be yours, or not. But the small ones... they like to break the small ones like you." he said enigmatically, the creature continuing to watch silently. "...tell me. Why are you so... purple?"
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:0] [Whisper] "Well I came here to learn how to make friends and try to do exactly that. But I think I just got worse at it and I don't think there's really any hope of correcting it. If... if you really must know I do have some rather dark fantasies. The consequences you speak of, being taken and used, degraded... It is something I fantasize about in the sexual sense. When it happens outside of that context it hurts me, deeply..." She tries her best to explain to the angel. Her ageless skin glistens with the ghosts of tears that had long passed and her deep purple eyes looked like a pink sunset.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:0] [Tell] Do you enjoy my RP?
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:0] [Tell] I think you are an excellent roleplayer.
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:1] [Tell] Yeah, you're a good rper
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:5] [Whisper] "How curious you creatures are. So fragile, yet you wish for abuse, so delicate, yet you seek to be broken. So avoidant of pain... and yet it causes you desire..." that deep voice rumbled, seeming to muse over her words, his hand reaching over, placing it on her leg just above the knee. Even through her skirts she could feel his grip - solid, firm, unyielding, like a stone weight had been placed on her leg... as if it would be hard to move even if she desired it. "...the one gift you are given is that everything can be mended, with time and effort... but the cruelest of jokes is how little time you're all given."
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:9] [Whisper] She shudders fearfully with another helpless gasp. The hin recoils at his touch, initially, with so much suspense drawing up to this moment. Like a delicate lamb he can feel the trembling in her thick thigh. His fingers sink into the flesh like dough and she releases her tension with a sigh, nibbling on the tip of her finger soon after. "Honestly?... I think it is you who suffers the most. We only have to endure this reality for a short time before our gods whisk us away to never ending paradise for all eternity with no worries, as a petitioner. As long as you've lived a good life in their eyes, that is. You, though..." Her hand reaches out to touch his arm. "You are bound to this dutiful immortality made to serve a singular purpose."
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:9] [Whisper] "If anyone deserves pity... it is angels and demons."
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:9] [Whisper] "...I hope I have not spoken out of place."
	Jali: [12:19] ..Wooah! She is so purple!
	Najee: [12:19] hello agsain
	Redgar: [12:19] Hi there.
	Najee: [12:20] hi Mainda
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:22] [Whisper] *The being didn't react as she touched it's arm, the creature continuing to stare her down silently from beneath it's hood - the dark feathers of it's wings flickering in the breeze finally, as if the longer it spent speaking to her, the more animate the being became... like it was slowly awakening at her presence. Like her very attention made the creature all the more -real- before her eyes. Those fingers shifted on her thigh, rising, climbing that leg through the cloth that covered it and yet... somehow it made the dress feel all the less protective with how firmly he held on to her* "An eternity to learn the secrets of the multiverse - to betray to ally to turn the tides time and time again... to break purpose... and yet, they detest that the most, when their little toys decide they do not want to follow the script." it rumbled, turning more towards her... "...when we decide to act of our own will. To twist their original intent. My sin was breaking away from observation to interact, and so I fell... do you realize how little that makes me value this place into which I was born?"
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:28] [Whisper] She stares into the beings hood with an understanding felt deep in her soul. Her tiny hand is a plush thing compared to his purposeful body that is offered an ineffectual squeeze as if trying to comfort the large anti angel. "I can only imagine," she nods her head. His hand would find its self hooked around her hip with his fingers collecting a weighty, meaty ball of flesh that rivals the size of his grip. The little hins behind isn't so little and the dress didn't do much about hiding that fact. The slightest squeeze sends the tips of his digits into an abyss of endless flesh and the small woman chirps at his exploratory hand. Her cheeks redden but she doesn't protest, leaning into his arm to hug against it with her whole body. "I only wish to not be alone, really. Like anyone else, I guess."
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:33] [Whisper] *his hand lifted away from that soft flesh finally, only to move up to her side... those exploring digits caressing the side of the woman's midriff before they wandered across her back - slipping his arm around her back. By the time his hand reached the other side of the dimunitive plump hin, his arm curled in - pulling her off of the bench that bore her weight, and down into his lap - pulling her along like some small doll or toy with which he had decided to play* "Such curious little creatures you all are. Lesser mortals, frail mortals... look at your blush - you can't even help it, even if you wanted. Your body betrays you in such strange ways. Even now..." he rumbled, the warmth of that body - that seemed like it was literally sculpted enveloped her* "...your mind likely races with what is to come... what might this thing do to you? Can you even -flee- if you wanted? Or are you helpless... am I wrong?"
	Korak Alkatar: [12:34] *He offered a wave to Najee*
	Najee: [12:34] *turns, smiles and waves back* hello'
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:40] [Whisper] And just as he said the hin is like an affectionate animal. Despite all of her sentience she is reduced to a raging puddle of hormones and rushing blood. Another embarrassing chirp leaps from her throat and she fights an urge to move, wriggling in his lap until her fat hind has conformed to his hips. Finally she can't resist and her cheek presses into his belly, nuzzling briefly before going still and hugging against him. Fear keeps her movements terse and rigid but she is ultimately putty in the fallen angels hands. "It is ok. I do not want to escape. Is it wrong that I seek to sate the desires of one with wicked thoughts that you surely have?"
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:46] [Whisper] "Yes." he said, the answer was simple. Plain. Straightforward. There was no wriggle room in that answer. "It is very wrong that you lust after angels. I will not love you. I will not give your life meaning. Or purpose. Because I cannot do such things. Yet here you are... molded to me... begging me with your actions to give you such things... you sad, pitiful little creature..." he rumbled, his voice so much easier to hear in it's deep resonance as she nestled against him. Pressed so firm against his legs, against the loincloth that kept him more or less covered, she could feel the thick, limp member that rested along his legs - that monstrous girth hard to hide, twitching slightly as her rump pressed against it. With an idle, almost callous and uncaring movement, he let his right hand slip into her dress top, cupping her left breast in against his warm palm, beginning to knead it slowly with his strong fingers - forcing her nipple to rub against his palm with each slow squeeze. There was no passion in the action, as if it was... simply something that had to be done* "...so broken as you are. So desperate. Do you really seek to reproduce? To bear young, if it were to be? Tempting fate for mere... pleasure?"
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:49] [Tell] Did you pick this guy just so you could make fun of me? lol
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:49] [Tell] I told you he's not a nice person.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:52] [Tell] I feel like this is specifically targeting me, though.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:52] [Tell] You don't have to RP with me out of pity, you know.
	Unit 00: [12:52] "greetings"
	Unit 00: [12:52] *Extends her hand politely*
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [12:52] [Tell] I'm not.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:53] [Tell] Ok
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:56] [Whisper] "I know you won't. Maybe I am pitiful. Maybe I am wrong. I do not care, though. You're not the only one whose life has given them a sickening turn. Maybe this isn't just for me but is for you, too, as I feel there is blood that stirs within you. You suffer just as we mortals do," she retorts to him and presses down forcibly with her bubbled hind. It conforms around the growing muscle and gives it no where to extend into but the soft give of flesh barely concealed underneath a thin dress. The woman offers a soft kiss against his abdominal muscles. "It isn't always about love. Sometimes there are more important things to think about." A visible, purple kiss is left on his skin while her vivid sunset eyes pour themselves out into his should they meet.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [12:57] [Whisper] The hand is filled with the mass of a melon with the brown skin bubbling out from between his fingers. Frufelya inhales sharply and gives a long, comfortable sigh of relief at the mans touch. "I would have you do many things to me that is your desire."
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [13:5] [Whisper] "Did I not just tell you? I have no desire. No affection. I don't know if you fully grasp how we are made... we serve a function one that emotions get in the way of..." he mused, the man's fingers pinching down on her nipple, giving it a slow, tormenting tug, "...you waste your pity, your feelings on a creature such as me because your imagined sufferings are a result of your own temporary world views... none of which I share..." he said, his voice was deep, but seemingly hollow. As she rubbed down against him, she could feel that thick girth growing beneath her, each slow rub down into his lap seemed to entice more of that meat to grow - pressing more up against her by the moment.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [13:9] [Whisper] "...then I suppose I am simply worthless and not worth your time, then." Her movements beginning to slow and her affection starting to cease, no longer feeling as warm as she did some minutes before. There's a silent sigh as a sadness takes hold of her and she would gently begin to stand up from his lap.
	Frufelya Teasteep: [13:9] [Tell] Well I don't know what to say other than it seems like you're just trolling me.
	Eva: [13:11] *te mira sonrojada, moviendo la colita, te abraza muy fuerte dandote un descarado beso rapidamente*
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [13:11] [Whisper] He would let her go, the angel not reacting to her standing up - his hand slipping away as she decided to move on. "If that is what you choose to believe."
	Ma'alik al-Arash: [13:13] [Whisper] *he would finally stand himself, the creature stepping away finally... as time itself seemed to wrap around him, masking his form as he just... seemed to fade from existance*