#c: rhoan

[ilyalenkov]

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Ilya chose to remain still, almost too still as he watched his slave find the suit he had gotten for him. If they were to go out together Rhoan had to look the part, “Now you have one of your own to wear when we go somewhere that calls for it.” He said, when they go out to somewhere nice he would not settle for less even with the hound. He was now an extension of himself, and he was going to look the part when they go out together. He watched him closely as he got undressed, tempted to touch him as he did so but kept himself in check. That will be saved for later, “Mm-- you no longer have to worry about renting anything ever again. If there is anything you wish to have just ask me. I might consider getting it for you.”

@rhoankennedy​

[nicotine-noah]

Rhoan started moving them, much more carefully than a lot of people usually did, so they didn't actually ram into anything which was at least a nice change. They were still attached at the lips more or less and a few more places at least until Rhoan pulled back and pushed him down. Noah smiled as he bounced a little, kissing Rhoan greedily again as he was straddled. His hands found the hellhound's hips again, pulling them down as he ground up against him, shivering from the friction. "What're you gonna use on me?" Noah murmured against his lips. They were in a playroom, after all. It'd be a shame not to take advantage.

Rhoan's lips parted against Noah's at the nip and the hellhound moaned softly into the kiss. His touches got a little more firm once his hands reached the other slave's hips and Rhoan very carefully steered him back toward the bed, moving slowly enough to ensure that they wouldn't accidentally bump into anything on the way there. Once they reached the bed, the hellhound reluctantly pulled away from Noah for a moment to push him down onto the bed before he moved to straddle the other slave. He caught his lips in another kiss, grinding his hips down against the other man's.

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[artagansilvermoon]

Artagan tilted his head in confusion, watching as Rhoan produced something from behind his back. “You got me a gift?” the fae asked, taking the wrapped package carefully. He hadn’t been expecting anything so it was a genuine surprise. Quickly unwrapping it he smiled when he saw the bracelets inside. “Rhoan, this was really sweet. I love them.” Slipping them onto his wrist, Artagan leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. I didn’t get you anything, I feel like an asshole.” 

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[gaothnamara]

So far, he was enjoying himself, and perhaps unintentionally picking up a few habits from the others in the castle. It wasn’t like him to growl, but the friction between their hips felt just right and he knew he wanted more. “You look like you could tear me apart if you wanted to,” he hummed as he kissed his jaw, nipping at his skin. “I don’t think I’d mind that too much.”

@rhoankennedy cont. from here 

[lostlonepup]

“So I hear.” he hummed, lifting his gaze to the other. He tilted his head at the other, “Do you want to bet?” he asked, leaning back against the cushioned seat. “Do you at least have any guesses on who you think will win if you aren’t going to bet?” he smiled softly, he had his own guesses, but he wasn’t participating in the betting. He valued his money too much to lose it on another slave.

Under The Table ||

lostlonepup‌:

Freki hadn’t entered the fights knowing he most likely wouldn’t do well in them, he could hold his own, but a lot of slaves had stronger abilities than him and years on him. It wasn’t worth the risk. What was worth the risk was letting slaves and staff get a piece of the action. It was easy enough to set up, he just had to be careful to ensure that it was done swiftly and securely. 

He held himself in a booth, hidden in a dark corner of the room, telling the slaves serving drinks to spread word of his little project. If masters could bet on the poor slaves fighting, so should the staff and slaves. He was organising bet slips and cash when he noticed some approach, “May I help you, honey?”

Rhoan had been itching for a fight for awhile now, but he hadn’t tried to enter himself into the event.  This seemed like fights where no one would be holding back, and Rhoan wasn’t the best of fighters – especially if he went up against one of the centuries old slaves.  So the barghest had just resigned himself to watching instead, figuring he could have fun that way too.  He’d heard of another slave taking bets and, curious, Rhoan had wandered over.

“You better be careful.  Some guys aren’t exactly bein’ too tight lipped about this.”  He began, stopping in front of the other slave and offering him a bit of a grin.

[ghost-ofstarman]

(right click open image in new tab and zoom in to be able to see this garbage)

huge massive headcanon I've had for like ever: charlie, being a hocotatian-koppaite is one of the very few on koppai with a native hocotatian face shape like that (which isn't terribly common to begin with) and was made fun of a lot for it at school. he covered it up which just raised MORE reasons to pick on him but he really didn't want to take the scarf off because he felt like his poor babbu face was deformed and no-one would ever want to be around him because of it. With help from friends he's learned to overcome his bad self esteem over his looks.

HOWEVER HE STILL HAD LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE IN HIS LIFE GO WRONG IN MY AWFUL EXPANDED UNIVERSE SO THAT MEANS BASICALLY NOTHING

[cruelfeline]

So, when we last left our survivors, Ightmos had wounded the lion and thus earned its ire. It responded by... well, kind of glaring at him, I guess. Which caused him to fall over. Magnificent!

Following this attack, Ilana made her way over to the lion. Having already thrown her Founding Stone (and subsequently cutting off one of the lion's weird people-hands), she only had her fists and her teeth to fight with. So she did. And unfortunately but down on the lion's impervious mane. Not very effective :/

The lion continued attacking, focusing on a knocked-down Adaeus (who had fallen after trying and failing to wound the beast), while Ightmos and Rhoane - watching from afar after being knocked back by a terrifying roar - threw their Founding Stones at it. One hit managed to critically wound the lion's femur, crippling its movement.

Eventually, the survivors whittled the monster's health down until one more blow would fell it. Said blow came from Ilana who attacked with fist and tooth once more, this time succeeding in wounding its neck.

...basically, she was in a frenzy due to hearing its terrifying roar one too many times and ripped its throat out with her teeth. At least, that's what I like to imagine c:

And so the lion died, all four survivors made it past the Prologue, we got a bunch of fun loot, and we founded the settlement of Illume around a lantern hoard!

So that was the opening act of Kingdom Death Monster. Good times were had by all. Except for the white lion.

The white lion did not have a good time.

[ilyalenkov]

The last couple of days had been interesting, he had to get used to someone else living with him that wasn’t a part of his personnel. It wasn’t horrible, in fact he found Rhoan’s company as good as he had thought it would be. Claiming him was turning out to have been a good decision even if he had gotten him at an interesting time. He knew what was happening now, and he was certain Rhoan was feeling it even more so with the collar he had been wearing was removed from his neck. Ilya had given the hound his own space, for which he was now entering with something in his hand. A handmade leather collar he had specially ordered before he’d made his claim, it was sturdy yet not as bulky as the one the slaves got when they first arrive. It was a simple item without any enchantments, for as long as Rhoan followed the rules, though he had no doubt that wouldn’t be a problem.

“I have something for you.” He says, before they could do anything, he wanted to give him the gift. He lifted the collar high enough up for him to see it, “Was tempted to put a bell on it.” He explained as he stepped in closer, taking the collar and placing it around his neck. “It has no enchantments on it, I’m trusting you to not break any of the rules of the castle. You only get one chance.” He was stern, finger hooking under the leather as he looked at him. He could see as clear as day how the hound was feeling, the struggle to keep it together was amusing. He would make him wait just a moment longer as he released him, wanting to get a good look of him with the new collar. 

“Yes-- that suits you nicely.” He hummed, moving back in with a single step, getting right into his space so he could softly speak into his ear. “Such a good shchenok, take me as your reward, however you wish to ease your suffering.”

@rhoankennedy​

[ilyalenkov]

With the holiday party in full swing, the Russian councilman was moving through the throngs of people with no real desitation to go. Within his hand was a glass of blood wine when his gaze stopped on a familiar reindeer, the smirk that came to his lips was hard to surpress. He had to give it to the castle for the outfit they had given him, it suited the other quite well, at least it did to him. He easily moved his way over to him noting the obvious discontent in the outfit he was wearing, “You make for a lovely reindeer.” He teases, unable to stop himself from flicking one of the bells that adorned the straps that did a poor job of covering him. He also didn’t stop himself from looking him over, enjoying the sight before him in its entirety. “You do look less than pleased to be here, hm? Not enjoying yourself, are you?”

@rhoankennedy​

[ilyalenkov]

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“Incredibly so.” The vampire said, his attention wasn’t so easy to grab as he was incredily picky with whom he spent it on. Rhoan had been fun the last time he’d spent time with him, and thus he wanted more of his attention. Especially as he worse something that did well to show the best parts of him. He’d tilt his head as he looked him over, it may not have left much to the imagination but he looked so good in it. “It leaves enough.” He smirked, closing the distance between them immediately, hands moving to one of the straps as he trailed his fingers along the skin hiding beneath it. “These seem sturdy enough to hold on to.”

@rhoankennedy​

[artagansilvermoon]

⚡ // tug my muse’s hair . (Rhoan)

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair |  for: @rhoankennedy

Something told him that Rhoan was still a little annoyed about the costumes that their master had shoved them into. Artagan wasn’t afraid to put on some make up and wear a dress, he thought he looked good in them actually. When the other slave tugged him into one of the dark corner’s, he was surprised at the tight grip in his hair. He moaned instinctively, his head arching back for Rhoan’s lips, knowing he liked nuzzling his neck. 

“Are you still mad that I sided with Lovell’s costume idea?” he asked. “I think you look cute.” 

[artagansilvermoon]

Artagan hadn’t expected anyone to come and was still playing with herself when she heard another female voice. Turning she stopped in her tracks, blinking for a moment. “Damn,” she mumbled, unable to help herself. Rhoan didn’t look how Artagan had expected but the fae was not disappointed at all. “You’re so hot right now. Like really hot.” What was worse than that was the realisation that their master was going to enjoy this. “Lovell is going to have too much fun with this.”

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[artagansilvermoon]

Artagan eyed the blue material with a small smirk. Taking it from Rhoan’s hands, he held it up on one long finger. “You know, I had no idea this would be your style,” he commented. It was a lot of lacy material and sparkling straps where he had been expecting something more simple and black, if he were honest. “I’m pretty sure I promised you that one day I’d dress up for you, why not let it be today. Wait right here.” The fae pressed a kiss to Rhoan’s cheek before going into the bathroom to change. There was no point in changing in front of him, it would ruin part of the surprise. Once ever strap was in place, he checked himself out in the mirror before heading back out. “So, what do you think?” he asked, leaning against the door frame so Rhoan could get a proper look.

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[artagansilvermoon]

prepared | lovell, rhoan & artagan

Rhoan and Lovell might not have realised their heats were both coming but the faerie had. He could sense the change in their attitudes, they both became grumpier and possessive and needy, all at the same time. Artagan had only experienced one heat with the both of them and he had felt the need to hibernate for weeks afterwards just to get his energy back. This time, he wasn’t going to be unprepared for what was coming. As stupid as he felt, he made sure to do yoga and stretch every day in case it hit, knowing he needed his muscles to be heated up. He also placed lubricant around the suite in various places as well.

He was lazing about in the living room when he could hear the commotion start. He might not have the senses that wolves did but it felt like he could smell the heat in the air. Unfurling himself, he wandered from room to room, checking in on them both. “You don’t look so good,” he commented absently, resting a hand on Lovell’s waist and one on Rhoan’s shoulder. The heat was radiating through their skin, almost burning him. “So should we just get naked and get started?” he asked, casually pulling his shirt off. It was better than it getting torn, he rather liked that one. 

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[gaothnamara]

that’s dirty (from Rhoan)

12.

Managing to get such a gorgeous man into his bed felt like enough of a victory, but he couldn’t help wanting to push the limits a little bit. Even kissing him hard and feeling the rock of their hips together wasn’t enough for him. “Let’s try a little roleplay,” he hummed against his lips. “You can be the master and tell me what to do.”

@rhoankennedy