A Fallout NV RP blog for Vulpes Inculta, right hand man of Caesar.

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01
Oct
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01
Oct
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01
Oct
thevault-in-ourstars said:
//threatening to sell marcie as a slave is despicable and amazing all at once so please keep it up

((WHOOPS, this got buried! Sorry!

And that’s what Vulpes does best B)))

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30
Sep
face-of-new-vegas said:
"Good morning. Do you know the roads around here?"

"I have walked every path in this desert. Where do you wish to go?"

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30
Sep
He clings to his hate so stubbornly, because once the hate is gone he’ll have no other choice but to deal with his pain.
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30
Sep

decanusalexussweetsideblog:

deathclawenthusiast:

decanusalexussweetsideblog:

jinxed-bos-dood:

decanusalexussweetsideblog:

deathclawenthusiast:

I’m a little sad and could totally use a smooch. :T

*refraining from jumping into the river and swimming to The Fort so hard right now*

*trying to squeeze himself through chainlink*

*THE RACE IS ON and over simultaneously*

!!!!! Boys, boys. I have plenty of kisses for both of you. U//u//U

*REFRAINING INTENSIFIES*

Icy glare intensifies.

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30
Sep
Paternal Instincts (Gone Awry)

coffinbones:

Coffins poked her head up only when he lowered his ripper. The glint of a hatchet beamed at her side as she had drawn it just in case. Once he disarmed himself so did she, slipping the weapon into a leather loop at her hip.

Coughing, the child stood up and marched around her makeshift barricade. Red faced, she sought to rectify her embarrassment by doing something suicidal and foolish.

Planting a fist on her hip, she grinned nastily up at the man; massive gaps where too many teeth were missing on full display. “We only kill thitty people. NCR. Legion. Powder Gangerth. Yep, we gut kidth AND babieth and we eat em too”

It was a lie, cannibalism was a thing that happened amongst the fiends but like in any culture it wasn’t for everyone and if so chosen, one could absconded from such things. Coffins had never turned down a meal in her life, so it was likely she had indulged. He didn’t have to know that though.

But they certainly didn’t kill kids. At least none of their own. No other kind of child was stupid enough to wander close enough.

"Tho" The fiend gave a one shouldered shrug, all that aggression melting away to reveal shy curiosity. "What are YOU doing out here? Kinda the middle of nowhere ithnt it?"

Watching her, Vulpes was suddenly reminded of packs of young, stray dogs, beasts that had been abandoned by their mother when her milk ran dry and left to fend for themselves with tooth and nail. The girl was a little hellion, this much was clear. Her stump arm matched the clipped tails and torn ears of the snarling wild hounds.

He tended to shoot these dogs, one by one, if he encountered them. Vulpes supposed that would be rather inappropriate to do here.

He listened to her little tirade patiently, eyes flicking around and searching for any of her hidden brethren. The girl seemed entirely alone; this troubled Vulpes almost as much as the prospect of an ambush.

"I am serving my lord Caesar. You should not be alone out here. Where is your settlement?"

Something was shifting on the distant horizon. Vulpes squinted at it, but he could only make out the moving outline of something living.

Something large.

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Sep

manwithafoxhead:

((I have very few active threads right now, so if you’d like to do something feel free to chat with me! I also may post an open starter this week because I currently have no ideas for any real plotting :( ))

#ooc
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30
Sep
Fixer-Upper

jinxed-bos-dood:

Okay, this was a good start. Just the chance he needed to prove that he was worth something. If he could prove himself to this Vulpes he would at least get out of the cage. The jingling of the keys was a sweet symphony and the click of the lock a crescendo of happiness that he couldn’t conceal very well. He was raised to his feet and he limply allowed himself to be lead towards wherever their destination was. He couldn’t help but feel a little giddy about the new twist his adventure was taking.

The Praetorians didn’t blink as Vulpes led the other man past them and into Caesar’s tent. They had seen such scenes before, heard screams from within, and knew that any being the blonde fox dragged into the inner sanctum of the Legion was a soul to be pitied indeed. Fortunately for Cid, his stay would not begin with torture and end with death. Vulpes took him back to the Auto-doc and released his arm.

"There. You are allowed to touch it."

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30
Sep
bedding with me you see at night your heart wears knight armor

deathclawenthusiast:

When he placed the worn paperback in her hands she couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you. I will treasure it fondly.” Olivia said, placing it on top of the other book she held, before wiggling into a sitting posistion. She watched him for a moment before patting the spot beside her once more.

"Come back and I’ll read to you until the food comes. Unless there’s something else you might like better?"

The corner of his lip lifted into a smile at what she was implying. “Reading will have to be sufficient for now. No need to alarm the slave who delivers our dinner.” Vulpes sat back down on the bed and, shutting his eyes, leaned back. “Go on, then. Read me some Kipling.”

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