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    414 KB Loyal Like a Dog Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:03 No.3491186  
    Ben set the two coffees on the table and slid into the plastic bench seat opposite Amy. She was huddled in a hooded sweater. Her eyes were hidden, but a curl of her yellow hair had escaped and was hanging down past her lips, swaying back and forth as she breathed.

    Ben ran his fingers through his own short hair, the same shade as hers.

    He cleared his throat. "I'm... um, I'm glad you came. Wasn't sure you would."

    Amy wrapped her hands around her coffee. He could feel her gaze on his chest, boring into his striped sweater.

    He laughed nervously. "What are the chances, huh? Running into each other on the subway? I... uh, I didn't even know you were in the city."

    Amy's pink lips curved upward. "You recognized me."

    "What? Of course I did, Amy. 'Course I recognized you."
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:05 No.3491198
    Oh boy, another Changeling thread.
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:05 No.3491200
    "It's been years."

    "Only six. And three months. Um. Since Dad died."

    Amy's head tilted. One blue eye peered out of the hood at him, the other still hidden. She was smiling sadly. "Longer than that."

    "You mean... what? Since we talked?"

    Her fingers wove into each other, a basket around the steaming coffee cup. "Yeah. That too."

    They sat in silence for a while. Ben stared out the plate glass, toward the amber glow of streetlights and the steady flow of foot traffic. Thick winter clothing smoothed people's edges, hid faces and details. Dark shapes, bent against the cold.

    Ben sighed, and turned back toward Amy. She was staring down into her coffee cup, watching the slow swirl of foam.
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:06 No.3491210
    "What happened, Amy? We went on that damn camping trip and when we came back everything was... broken, or... I mean, you wouldn't talk to me anymore, and you got in fights with Dad, and... okay, yeah, we were teenagers, and I was your obnoxious kid brother, but, but you never hit me before. I mean, we were close, right? It was like you were a whole different person. Or like you weren't there at all."

    Amy's hands were shaking. The coffee rippled and swirled. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ben, it wasn't me."

    Ben reached out and wrapped his big, calloused hands around hers.

    "Amy. May-may. I don't blame you. You get that? I don't blame you. I just missed you, ok? I worried about you, I missed my sister."

    Amy's whole body was shaking. Her hood and blonde hair hid her eyes, but he could see tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt a lump in his own throat.

    "Amy, what happened? Was it drugs? I don't care if it was, I... I just wanna help, I just wanna be your brother again. I... oh, Christ, now you've got me going."

    Ben blew his nose into a napkin. Amy had covered her face with her hands and was sobbing.
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:07 No.3491225
    Ben blew his nose into a napkin. Amy had covered her face with her hands and was sobbing.

    "Damn. Damn," Ben muttered to himself. "Dammit Ben, made your sister cry." He scooted out of the seat and slid in next to her. She flinched away from him, but he caught her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, shaking with sobs, tears staining the sleeve of his sweater. Ben noticed a barista staring at them, and gave her a glare. She went back to fiddling with her cell phone.

    "I missed you so much, Bendy," Amy sobbed.

    "I missed you too, May-may. I never stopped looking for you, you know? After you left. Hired a detective and everything. I'm really glad to see you."

    "I knew you wouldn't."


    She sniffled into his shoulder. "I knew you wouldn't stop looking for me."

    He smiled. Part of his mind was already worrying about fighting off drug dealers, evil ex-boyfriends... whatever he'd have to do. He was glad to have that kind of trouble. Better than her needing help and not getting it. Much better.
    >> Amazing 01/23/09(Fri)00:08 No.3491236
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:08 No.3491237
    She turned her head to look at him. Blue eyes, like little windows into summer sky. Same as his.

    "They took me away, Ben. Grabbed me when I went out of the tent to pee."

    He blinked. "What? Who?"

    "They took me away. It wasn't me that hit you, Ben, that wasn't me, I swear."

    He frowned. "I... ok. I said I don't blame you, it's fine, alright?"

    She shook her head. "You don't get it. It's okay, I'll show you."

    She pushed him out of the booth. Confused, he shrugged on his coat and grabbed her hand as she hurried toward the door.

    Cold hit him across the face as they ran out into the street. His eyes watered. He gripped her hand tightly, charging half-blindly after her, vaguely aware they were heading for the park.

    Bushes and trees, black and white in the darkness, rose around them. Amy looked at him over her shoulder, laughing. "Come on, Bendy, I'm gonna show you something really cool!"
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:09 No.3491242
    "Amy! Amy, wait a second, where are we?" Ben stared to the left and right as he stumbled through the snow. The park sure seemed bigger in the dark.

    "Almost there! Don't let go!"

    Dark and snowy forest stretched away on every side. Ahead, a square of orange light shined in the gloom.

    They came to a stop before a huge and rambling old house. Ben panted, icy air cutting at his throat, as Amy rapped a complicated series of knocks on a wooden door ten feet tall. The door swung inward to a long hallway, dimly lit by a fire in the room at the end. Amy pulled off her tattered sneakers and placed them in a row of other shoes behind the door. She wasn't wearing socks. Ben frowned at her pale, bare feet, then bent to unlace his work boots. When he stood up again, Amy leaned forward and unbuttoned his coat. He took it off, and she hung it on a hook behind the door. Ben glanced up. The dark, wooden ceiling was at least twelve feet high.

    He took her hand again, and she led him down the hall to the firelit room. The walls were lined with hunting trophies, wide-antlered beasts staring down glassily. Cushions were piled before the huge stone fireplace, which was filled with a crackling bonfire that left the room stuffy and hot.

    Amy grinned at ben, then pulled him down to sit in front of the fire.

    Ben flopped onto a cushion and looked around unhappily. The oddness of the place, and the scale of it, were worrying him.

    "Amy? This is where you live?"

    She smiled at him. "Mmm-hmm."
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:09 No.3491250
    "It's... I'm surprised you found such a big place in the city."

    She laughed, and squeezed his hand.

    "Amy... I'm glad, really, that you showed me your place, but why don't we go back to..."

    "Not my place. Just live here." Amy's voice was muffled as she pulled her hoodie off over her head.

    "That's... cool. But why don't we go back to my apart... Amy, what the hell!"

    She looked up at him, startled. Her golden hair hung over one eye. Her sweatshirt lay crumpled on the floor beside her. Firelight glowed on her pale, bare skin and danced over her full, pointed breasts.

    She was wearing tattered sweatpants and a collar around her neck. Nothing else. Ben turned away, blushing, and trying not to compare the last memory he had of her in a swimsuit. They'd gotten bigger... he bit his lip. "Amy, look, please, shirt on, please. This is wierd enough."

    He heard a sniff behind him. "Sorry."

    He sighed. "No, look, I'm sorry. But please put a shirt on."
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:12 No.3491269
    "Sorry, Ben. I forgot. I'm used to... like this, when I'm home. It's not anything."

    "It's ok, Amy. Just get dressed, we'll go back to my apartment, I'll make hot chocolate, and we can talk. You can stay with me for a while, I've got a fold-out couch. Just grab your toothbrush and come with me, ok?"

    "It's too late, Ben."

    "No, it's not!" He spun around. She had her arms crossed under her breasts. She was smiling at him but her eyes were brimming with tears. "No, nothing's too late, I'm here now, I can help you out of whatever's going on!" He grabbed her shoulders. "Amy. May-may. I love you, ok? I'm on your side, and I'm not letting you go again. Let's get dressed and go home."

    She shook her head. "Sorry, Bendy. It's too late. She's home."

    Cold air washed over Ben as the door at the end of the hall creaked open. Cold fingers crept up his spine. He looked up.
    >> Kyganil 01/23/09(Fri)00:14 No.3491279
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    ... You have my attention, Leibowitz.
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:18 No.3491302
    A giant was striding down the hall. She was nine feet tall at least, dressed in a long fur coat, shining white hair spilling over the collar. She smiled, firelight glinting off her pointed teeth. In each hand she held a leash, leading to the collars of the two people beside her. One was a dark-haired teenage boy; the other a girl of the same age, straw-blonde and snarling. Both whined as they strained against their collars, both were bare to the waist.

    She stepped into the room and whistled a high, piercing note. Her two pets obediently crouched on their haunches. She bent and unhooked their leashes, and they bounded toward the fireplace. Ben hauled Amy to her feet and out of the way, but the two hounds ignored them. They threw themselves onto the cushions; then the girl shoved the boy and the two started wrestling, snarling and barking.

    The giantess approached, the sway of her hips sweeping her coat back and forth. Ben stepped in front of Amy and raised his hands.

    He was shaking like a leaf. He felt Amy place a hand on his back, and he steadied himself. "Um... look. Lady. I'm sorry I'm in your house. This is my sister. I'm taking her home now."

    At his words, the tall woman clasped her hands together and opened her mouth in a wide grin. They were definitly pointed, thought Ben, and her shining eyes had vertical slits, like a cat's.

    "You're her brother! That's perfect! Oh, you found your brother, you're such a good girl!"

    Her accent was sibilant and unplacable. She reached a huge, satin-gloved hand past Ben's head to ruffle Amy's hair.
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:24 No.3491339
    Ben opened his mouth to object, but the great hand swept around and seized his jaw. His head was turned back and forth as the giant woman peered at his face, his eyes, his teeth. She cooed happily.

    "Oh, boy, this is so very wonderful! It's so hard, you see, to breed true! Your sister has many admirable qualities, yes! So loyal, such lovely golden hair... but it doesn't breed true! Mutts, only, however many times I try. I was in such dispair, pretty boy! But now, breeding within the same line... very good chances, very good!" She laughed musically, too high and fine a sound for so large a being.

    Ben stuttered. "Buh... breeding? You've been breeding my sister? You want me to what? No. No, no, no, we're leaving. Amy, come on!" he turned to his sister. She grabbed his wrist and hung her head, looking down at the floor.

    Above and behind him, the giant woman clucked her tongue. "You don't want to? Silly boy. Of course you do. Do you not love her, your sister? Is she not a pretty thing? Here, I will help."

    A band of ice wrapped around his neck. Huge hands, strong as iron, covered in velvet, grabbed his arms. The band slithered and tightened. He couldn't breath.

    "Silly, silly boy. Your kind would be so much stronger if you would not tie yourselves up and hold yourselves back. Do not worry, boy. When my bond is on you, no other is. Being my hound is a special freedom, yes, yes..."
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:25 No.3491346
    Creepy shit like this is exactly why I have no patience for White Wolf. Jesus H. Christ, if I wanted to be some otherworldly faggot's bitch, I'd roll a god damned Paladin.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:26 No.3491354
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    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:27 No.3491358
    He couldn't hear any more over the pounding in his ears. The hands released him, and he fell to the floor. He saw his sister, looking down at him, eyes running with tears. Then his vision went black, and faded.

    It came back black and white. He was lying on his face.

    He rose to a crouch and looked around.

    Big room. Fire. Woman lying down.

    He crawled over to the woman and sniffed at her. She rolled over and looked at him. Eyes wet. Smiled. Made a noise.

    Noise was "I'm glad you're here, Ben."

    Woman lying down, not growling. Shiney in the firelight. He reached out, pawed at a breast. She didn't run away. He reached his other hand to pull at her pants.

    "Ben... I'm glad it's you. I love you."

    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:28 No.3491366
    yes roleplaying games are clearly the best combat simulators.... oh wait no THATS VIDEO GAMES.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:29 No.3491370

    >At his words, the tall woman clasped her hands together and opened her mouth in a wide grin. They were definitly pointed, thought Ben, and her shining eyes had vertical slits, like a cat's.


    >At his words, the tall woman clasped her hands together and opened her mouth in a wide grin. Her teeth were definitely pointed, thought Ben, and her shining eyes had vertical slits, like a cat's.

    Misspelling fixed, and some noun confusion fixed. "They" reads as if you were referring to her hands, not her teeth like you intended, as that was the last plural you referred to.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:29 No.3491376
    ...so you can play a True Fey in new Changeling, right?
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:30 No.3491380
    both DO NOT WANT

    very well done, and really creepy
    >> MonkeyToho 01/23/09(Fri)00:31 No.3491384
    rolled 45 = 45


    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:31 No.3491387
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    So here's the thing, /tg/. I said anyone who did a purty picture of something I wrote got a story of their choice.

    I wrote this:


    And got what you see to the left. Problem is, the bastard didn't commission anything. No request, not even a character who needed a story. So you get this. I'm probably better at funny, but I felt like stretching, and in the absence of direction you can pretty much count on me to make a beeline for the odd sex.

    Here's hoping next time's more amusing, eh?
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:31 No.3491390
    Right, because I'm obviously talking about combat mechanics and not roleplaying something other than an emotionally-damaged, sub-human abductee.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:32 No.3491393
    Not really. True Fae are really scary, really powerful things.
    >> Amazing 01/23/09(Fri)00:32 No.3491396

    Looks like a tidied-up Mr. Culexus piece to me.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:36 No.3491426
    That's great. Excuse me I'm going to go fap now.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:36 No.3491428
    Hey, don't get so down on yourself. It's very good, you really got the creepy atmosphere going. Sure, I'd really rather go with a funny story, but a good shiver is nice every once in a while.
    >> Leibowitz 01/23/09(Fri)00:38 No.3491444
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    Much obliged. I find it difficult to edit anything I've just written; gotta wait until the next day at least. /tg/ gets the first draft, banged out in a trance, so I can get feedback and make serious story changes if I feel like it. And then the corrected version never gets posted anywhere! Yay!

    But yeah, thanks for that, saved the changes to my version.


    Eh, it's not to everyone's taste, true enough. And when I actually play WoD the group tends to completely ignore the tone set by the fluff and take things in weird directions. Our last Vampire game was much more The Godfather + Snatch than Anne Rice.
    >> MonkeyToho 01/23/09(Fri)00:40 No.3491468
    rolled 7 = 7


    >> That Damn Mouse 01/23/09(Fri)00:41 No.3491477
    My inner child died screaming.

    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:41 No.3491479
    As a person who's used to playing Werewolf: the Apocalypse, what's wrong with that?
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:49 No.3491539

    I think it would be kind of boring to play a true fey. They're immortal monsters, they're not conflicted about anything.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:51 No.3491562
    glad you came

    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:53 No.3491594
    flesh out the JPLxVERA scene. I think that was his name.
    >> MonkeyToho 01/23/09(Fri)00:54 No.3491601
    rolled 67 = 67


    They're a different kind of horribly powerful. Fae can pretty much just take you and do whatever the hell they want to you, and there is /nothing you can do about it./
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)00:58 No.3491642
    Fucked-up shit like this is why I stick to Promethean.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)01:08 No.3491745
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    'S not cleaned up. He's been getting better.


    So far I've recieved about half as many requests NOT to do full-on porn as I have requests to go through with it.

    But hey, the old deal stands. Someone does a picture for me, they tell me what to write. If they want a letter to Spiretop Penthouse about a naive, innocent nobleman's daughter who winds up in the underhive being ravished by mutants and gangers, or a Kroot girl who eats something with an estrous cycle and goes into heat, or whatever, well, I'm a writefag of my word.

    Huh. Actually, I've been meaning to try my hand at a penny-dreadful style, and many of those were quite improper and scandalous.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)01:09 No.3491751
    Tidied up? I was just fucking around with brushes.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)01:19 No.3491833
    I enjoy the stuff you write, Leibowitz. Thanks for sharing.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)01:20 No.3491839
    ... I feel bad that I never thought to say that to any contentfag.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)01:25 No.3491878
    >Kroot girl who eats something with an estrous cycle and goes into heat

    Not sure if furry...
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)01:57 No.3492193
    Sauce on that pic? It looks very similar to another picture I have a vested interest in.
    >> Amazing 01/23/09(Fri)02:01 No.3492234

    Hell, I dunno. It looks nice.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:01 No.3492241
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    And he does indeed seem to be the creator of this picture
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:05 No.3492278
    True fae aren't even in the same league. It would be like playing Elder Gods from the Cthulhu mythos. The system simply doesn't support it. They are called "The Others" for a reason.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:05 No.3492279
    wat's wht the fillipinas with horns and pointy ears man
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:07 No.3492291
    the fae did it
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:11 No.3492322

    So is there a reason they're letting the 'modern world encroach and devour theirs? Or are they just thinking. "Same world different makeup. Not our problem. Watch me fuck with your plumbing didn't think you used that much toilet paper, did you? HAW HAW!" *toilet overflows.*
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:13 No.3492341
    >>boiler suit girl

    Dem teeth.
    >> Agouri !!Q+SCob6iFc6 01/23/09(Fri)02:14 No.3492351
    Good story.
    But is it me or was it a bit too much cliche, so much that it killed all the creepiness'

    Anyway, i enjoyed it, and look forward for more
    Youre now in my favourited writefags list, along with Inquisitor Angricus (WHERE HAS HE GONE ;_;)
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:24 No.3492458

    Looks like she's about to get disembrained by that medical arm.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:34 No.3492528
    Yes, I'm glad I read the story first.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:38 No.3492577
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    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:39 No.3492587
    The Modern world isn't really doing anything to their realm (this isn't like old Changeling) and they're alien enough that its generally impossible to say why any given Fae does something. Who knows why they abduct people and turn them into comfy chairs? They just do.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)02:49 No.3492671

    I have to admit, that image detracts somewhat from the high levels of awesome just about all that story's characters had in my mind when I read it. Better to have it than not, though, I suppose...
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)04:28 No.3493468
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    Very nicely done. Xiombarg would approve.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)05:17 No.3493820
    Who is the artist behind these?
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)06:39 No.3494299
    I'm afraid I'm not really good enough to carry off the awesomeness of Liebowitz's characters yet. But a request is a request, and I do what I can.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)06:52 No.3494381
    I shed a manly tear at this story. Pretty much any story about imprisonment and forced life long mating gets me this way. It happens a lot, strangely.
    >> Anonymous 01/23/09(Fri)07:56 No.3494807
    I feel disgusted and thoroughly creeped out. Well done.

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