The long-awaited Tides of Fate expansion has been released! You can purchase it on the store by itself or as part of the All Expansions package. Boats Your adventures in Tides of Fate will be born upon a vessel. Whether you sail towards peril or profit is up to you. The Tides of Fate - Part 2. This part is rated NC1. I wish to thank my lovely partner, Bookie, for beta reading and tolerating me. Tides of Fateby Lena. Part 2. Tracy tossed and turned, unable to shut her mind or her body off. The wine she had consumed and the memory of the many young attractive women at the club had made her desire for her late partner come alive. The Tides of Fate Drama
Her need for release was intense. She knew the vibrator was still in the top drawer of the nightstand, within easy reach of her bed, but she couldn't bring herself to use it. She'd never needed to. Her lover enjoyed the toy when their lovemaking needed a bit of a boost, or Tracy refused her drunken advances. She considered it Ali's replacement for her and found she held resentment toward the innocent object. She chose to obliterate her need with another sleeping pill and a little TV to bore her into blessed oblivion. An hour passed. The movie, the name of which she couldn't have recalled to save her soul, had finally crept through the credits and Tracy was no more drowsy than she was before. Refilling her wineglass she stumbled to the medicine cabinet and took the bottle of sleeping pills back to the couch where she took two more. Changing the channel on the television, she covered herself in a warm lap rug and tried to concentrate on the old Bogie and Bacall film . The attraction between the stars was palpable and Tracy found herself crying over her lost love and the knowledge that she would never again feel her lover's touch or the satisfaction she knew it would bring her. She couldn't stop herself. She walked into the bedroom she had shared with her lover, placed Ali's picture close by, reached into the night stand and retrieved the object that offered her much needed relief. Tracy slid out of her night gown, then lay upon the bed, eyes closed, memories of Ali and their love making sending electric jolts through her belly, toward her sex. She slowly massaged her breasts and tweaked the dark nipples. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as her pelvis began to pump, seeking contact. She placed the head of the vibrator wand between her legs and turned it on its mildest setting. She gasped at the sudden stimulation and used her wrist to gently lift and move the vibrating head over her vulva, not spending too much time over her sensitized clitoris. She called out her lover's name over and over, picturing her in the throes of orgasm as her own climax shook her to her very core. Tears of release flowed down her cheeks. She trembled as she let her frustration out. Turning off the noisy vibrator, she tried to catch her breath. A ball of rage rolled within her and she threw the wand across the room with all of her might, yelling as hard and as loudly as she could. You have to get yourself together and move on with your life. She stumbled back and fell upon the couch. You think scaring me to death will help? Jesus, I'm talking to a figment of my imagination. Quit drinking all my wine. That stuff is expensive. That's why I came back. There is something you need to know. And, what, pray tell, is that? I didn't choose to leave you. But, that's not what I came to say. You have to get away from here. Listen to the blonde attorney. I'm sure you have a busy social schedule out there on the astral plain, or wherever you are. Don't stay on my account. I have always loved you. Look what loving me did to you, to both of us. You have so much to give. Don't waste your life with pills and booze. You'll never find happiness at the bottom of a bottle. No one knows that better than me. Her head had begun to feel strangely fuzzy and the room began to spin. I'm talking to a ghost. I must be losing my mind. Remember what I said. Her body still hummed from the events of the evening. Wanting a woman she couldn't have was a new experience for her, one she didn't like in the least. She had made the decision not to return to the club and the comfort of casual sex. She knew she could relieve her physical need. It was the emotional attachment she felt growing for her beautiful client that she wasn't sure how to deal with. Protecting my client and finding the real killer is all I can afford to concentrate on for the present. The future will take care of itself. The empty beach allowed him to scale the outer wall up to the third floor balcony, toward his prey. He stood, ear against the sliding glass door, listening to any sounds of activity within. The lights were out in the bedrooms, but the dim glow of the TV through the curtain gave him pause. He waited for some time before he was certain that the woman within had fallen asleep with the television on. The sound of the TV was just what he needed to drown out the sound of his knife as he worked to jimmy the lock. As the sliding glass door released he stopped, surprised by the sudden noise of raised voices from inside. Frustrated that his plans to take his revenge first hand, to feel the life drain from the bitch, would have to wait, he quietly left the way he came, running down the beach into the night.* * *Chelsea closed her eyes as she slowly massaged the shampoo into her hair. The scent of melon and cucumber tickled her nostrils and brought the picture of Tracy's beautiful form back to mind. She let the water rinse the suds from her hair as soapy hands slid over firm round breasts and down between her legs. I just gotta get rid of some of this tension. Her hand slid over her pulsing clit, then two fingers entered her vagina, collecting her cream and spreading it over the sensitive clitoris again. She rested her forehead against the cold tile as her fingers massaged and quickly danced across her clit until sparks lit behind her eyes and molten warmth gushed from her vagina. She pumped and rode the wave of orgasm until it faded to small popping after- shocks deep inside. Thanks for the climax, Miss Tracy. It's a shame you can't do it for real. Stein, I'll look into it. I'm sorry you were disturbed. I pay good money to live here and shouldn't have to put up with drunken brawls every weekend. Those two shouldn't be allowed to live around decent people. I apologize again that your sleep was disturbed. Getting no answer, she stepped into her uniform and stormed out of her apartment, heading for number 3. The sound of the ringing telephone startled Chelsea who had been enjoying a very hot dream. She looked at the caller ID, the name looked familiar but she couldn't place it. This is Sheila at the Jetty East. Is something wrong over there? I had a complaint of loud voices coming from the Chandler's apartment, but when I went to check it out no one answered the door. You did the right thing. Meet me at the Jetty East. Chelsea pounded on the door. Getting no response, the manager let her in. She flicked on the lights, then, with gun in hand, she carefully entered. She looked around the dining room and kitchen, and slowly entered the living room. There she spotted her client crumpled upon the Persian rug in a pool of blood. Looking up she saw blood and hair attached to the edge of the coffee table and realized that Tracy had apparently fallen and hit her head, causing a gaping wound above her temple. Chelsea retrieved a towel from the kitchen and applied ice and pressure to her client's head until help arrived. Tracy hit her head and lost a lot of blood. She's still breathing but her pulse is thready. There were lots more than four left when we were at the cabin. You don't think she tried to off herself, do you? But, we'll have to tell the paramedics when they get here just in case.! That'll get into the papers and start all the publicity hounds on her tail again. Then, concern for her new friend overcame her anger. She'd given all the information she had as to the sleeping pills and the wine her client had ingested, then proceeded to call the only other people who would care what became of Tracy Chandler. Alex and Jackie were on their way. In the ER the medical staff were busy performing a gastric lavage on the unconscious patient, making sure all the stomach contents were emptied. Films were ordered of her skull and the jagged cut in her scalp was being prepped for suturing. It was two hours before the ER physician sat down with Tracy's friends and family. However, we can't let her sleep for more than an hour at a time over the next twelve hours. She has a mild concussion and is under the influence of self- administered sedation, shall we say. It has taken eleven sutures to close the wound in her scalp. There will be considerable bruising and swelling at the site. Ice and time will heal that. We want to keep her here for observation over the next twenty- four hours. She will also be required to see our staff psychiatrist, Dr. She will determine a treatment program. There are reasons for suicide attempts. These have to be addressed or the behavior is doomed to be repeated. Chandler took an overdose of sleeping pills with half a bottle of wine. Lambert asked as he wrapped his arm around his granddaughter's waist. But, just for a little while. I still don't know what happened.? I don't feel so good. I'll be back tomorrow, after you've rested. Call me if you need anything. You have my cell number. Someone definitely jimmied the balcony door open. I think we should get that detective back over there to check it out. I wonder what might have scared him off? But, I'd say Tracy is one lucky lady. Also, I found out that Hazards Exterminators treats the condos once a month for roaches and such. They had access to #3. Tracy went to the police station to see the detective. I am working on getting the name of the employee who was assigned that location from the dispatcher. Call me when you get the information. She was touched by the terribly pale and drawn appearance of her client. The natural luster of the deep brown hair had turned rusty with dried blood and Betadine. Dark circles marred the beauty of her deep blue eyes. Her expression seemed lost and haunted. Chelsea rapped gently on the door before letting herself in, then closed the door quietly behind her. The Tides of Fate: Remnant Chapter 1: I'm back, a Dragon Age + RWBY Crossover fanfic. Author's note: Hey guys, its me, werewolf. Well, formerly, werewolf. You see, I forgot my old email and password, I was signed out on the family computer, and my old tablet broke. So, I will be continuing 'The Tides of Fate' on this profile. Anyway, while I don't remember everyone of favorites or followed this story, if you reviewed it, I'll send you a message telling you about this. Oh and to address x. That One Personx: He had been in the RWBY world for weeks. He had to adapt in order to survive and Ozpin helped Sebastian learn how to fight them. Now, while I don't know what the poll is now, and since I'll never be able to take it down or look at it, I do remember the poll results from last time I looked. So, Sebastian will be fighting Pyrahh. Anyway, on with the chapter./Beacon, Goodwitch's class, 3rd person POV/It has been a few weeks since the incident between Ruby and Weiss. Thankfully they were able to workout their problems and come to an agreement of some sort. Ruby has also taken my offer and allowed Sebastian to teach her how to lead. It seems to be working, as she's been improving in leadership excellently. Currently they were in Goodwitch's class, and Weiss was currently beating Cardin. The match was soon over, with Cardin's 'Aura' dropping into the red zone and Weiss's Aura being in mid yellow. Being a champion and prodigy, she's used to certain reactions from people, the most prominent being idolization and boot licking from her fans, and fear and trepidation being the most common among her foes. This mild curiosity and friendly tone Sebastian was showing was new. They both then moved to the stage, the 'invincible' girl reaching for her shield, and the Inquisitor donning his helmet. She's used to this kind of duel, so I think she has the advantage. I think it could go either way. I mean did you see what he did to the nevermore? She blocked the chain with her shield and morphed Mil. She then threw it at me, aiming for my shoulder. I dodged to the right and charged at her. Her javelin suddenly darted back to her. Catching it, she morphed it back to its rifle form and at me. My armor was able to block all the bullet until I got close to her. Raising my blade above my head, I swung down, only for it to be blocked by her shield. She then jumped back and charged at me again, javelin at the ready. I met her halfway with a horizontal swing, forcing her back due to the strength behind. Recovering quickly, she went to bash me with her shield. Blocking it, I went to kick her legs out. She dodged to the right and went to stab me with her javelin. I blocked it and pushed back, forcing her back. Seeing an opening, I swung at her, hitting her across the stomach. I then raised my sword above my head and brought it down diagonally, hitting her from her shoulder to her hip. I then swung horizontally, forcing her to duck under the blow and go for a forward stab with her javelin, which I batted away. I tried another strike, only for some unseen force to push it slightly off course, causing it to miss her completely and forcing me to back away to avoid her shield. My blade then set itself on fire, and I tried to strike her from multiple different angles, drawing a curtain of fire and steel around the girl, but each blow was redirected like the first, and each time he avoided the counter. Just as I realized this must be her semblance, she morphed her javelin into a sword and went on the offensive, sweeping her blade at my legs. Jumping back, I parried her sword just as it went for my neck. I then spun and swung my blade horizontally. She blocked with her sword and went for my neck with her shield. I quickly grabbed her hand just as the shield got a few inch's from my neck. I then head butted her, causing her to step back and hold her head in pain. Taking advantage of this, I raised my blade above my head and brought it down. She cried out in pain as the sword cut through her armor, and cut through some flesh. My blade then lit itself on fire, burning her and causing her immense pain. Suddenly, the blade flew from my hands to the other end of the stage. Taking advantage of my Surprise, she stood on her hands and kicked me across the stage. Her weapons then levitated to her and she charged at me, intent on finishing the fight. Thinking quickly, I raised my hand toward her.'I hope this works.' I thought to myself. Suddenly Pyrrha dropped her weapons and fell to the ground, screaming in pain/Pyrrha's POV/Something was happening to my Aura. It was like it was on fire. This- this was the most painful thing I've ever experienced.! Trevelyan is the winner. That ends the class, you are all dismissed. Nikos to the infirmary. I spent a year trying unlock it. Though she will still have some lingering pain and a burning feeling every now and then, she'll be fine. You can all go see her now. I'm able to set the aura inside of you aflame. I'll see you all back there. It turned toward this persons dream and entered it. It would return to the world of man more powerful than ever. And this time, there would be no 'herald' to stop him./Authors note: Hey everybody! So yeah, Sebastian has seeker abilities, why do you think I had the first chapter of this a year after Corypheus's defeat? Anyway, hope you liked the chapter, please Favorite, Follow, or leave a review.
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