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| Tribe o' the Huns; A rather loose-knit collection of wits | |
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| The Hunnish Nations | Jan 8 2013, 11:19 AM Post #1 |
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This isn't exactly a family as much as it is a tribe of rampaging barbarians. There is a head of the family, namely myself, Attila of the Hunnish Nations. Otherwise the "family" structure is unconventional. I have a collection of consorts and concubines which change over time. If you wish to become one of my consorts and/or concubines you may volunteer, but that isn't strictly necessary. I plan to abduct and rape consorts and concubines during my rampages, and bring them back over my saddle to my yurt, where they will bear me strong sons and increase the Tribe. My sons will continue the family tradition by abducting and raping their own consorts and concubines. I'll announce whom I've abducted on an irregular basis, so ladies, be prepared. |
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| Aerie Rosewater | Mar 12 2013, 04:13 PM Post #61 |
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It's either madness or brilliance.
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What about sighing it? |
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| Amanae | Mar 12 2013, 04:53 PM Post #62 |
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What happened to Attila? |
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| Alicia DiLaurentis | Mar 12 2013, 04:54 PM Post #63 |
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A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
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Maybe he got a heart attack because of all those ladies around
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| Amanae | Mar 12 2013, 04:55 PM Post #64 |
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That would be poetic |
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| Alicia DiLaurentis | Mar 12 2013, 05:09 PM Post #65 |
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A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
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And that's the (ironic) point ;> |
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| The Hunnish Nations | Mar 14 2013, 03:22 PM Post #66 |
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* yawns and stretches after a delightfully playful night at oasis with Felicity and Lady Nyx. Brushes aside some kumiss-stained yak fur and notices that his riding crop has sustained only superficial damage. Glances right and sees the curvaceous profile of the recumbent Felicity silhouetted against the dim glow of sunrise over the steppes. Glances left and sees a prone and slightly splayed Lady Nyx with a slight smile on her sleeping face. Contemplates the long tradition of ala kachuu and smiles * |
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| Amanae | Mar 14 2013, 03:33 PM Post #67 |
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*Yawns and stretches* What happened here? Where am I? |
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| Amanae | Mar 14 2013, 03:48 PM Post #68 |
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If what I think happened here, Emrys is going to be very upset with you Atilla. And if he doesn't defend my honor, then your in big trouble from Seven-Five and Ashton. |
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| The Hunnish Nations | Mar 14 2013, 03:52 PM Post #69 |
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*applies yak butter to the welts on Felicity's backside * You have drunk too much kumiss to feel anything, pale one. This balm will serve you well when sensation returns. * tunes up a khuuchir and begins to intone soft throat-singing * |
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| The Hunnish Nations | Mar 20 2013, 11:23 AM Post #70 |
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We'll be conducting a formal induction ceremony of the Tribe's newest wives/concubines, Felicity and Lady Nyx, as soon as the ox is slain and spitted over the red-hot shield, and as soon as I can get these mosquito-zappers working. All invited. Honeymoon night to follow. |
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