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

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posted 15 hours ago
29
Aug
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Aug

deathclawenthusiast:

manwithafoxhead:

"Women are clever; this one could help you flee." He walked over to his wash basin and splashed cold water on his face, shaking out the droplets that ended up in his hair. "If I allow you to do this, then I will have you watched. Constantly. My men are everywhere, and so are my friends."

"It’s not my intent to flee. It’s to see someone I sorely miss. Besides how would she help me escape? I can’t cross that river." Olivia sat on the edge of his bed. "That’s fine. There’s nothing exciting that will happen. Just me hanging out with a friend. I’m sure that with the Legion’s ‘no fun rule’ this is a foreign concept to you, but you’ll find out from your little spies that there really isn’t anything that’s going to happen."

"A good point." The river was prison enough; he remembered the ordeal when they crossed initially. But desperation could make one forget their fears. "I will allow this friend into the Fort. But remember that you now owe me a favor." His mouth twitched up into a grin. "I will alert you when I think of something fitting."

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28
Aug
Quod Possidet Per Vulpem [closed rp]

deathclawenthusiast:

manwithafoxhead:

Her tone rankled him and he scowled darkly. Putting his plate down, he laced his fingers together and stared at her, a spark of glee evident in his eyes. “I will brand you.”

The color drained from her face and she turned to look at him, a shocked expression crossing her features. “What? Thats- You can’t be serious.”

"I am serious." He pursed his lips. "It will only take a moment. No one will dare to bother you. They will treat you with begrudging respect because they will see you as mine."

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posted 1 day ago
28
Aug
Coyote: Etain=anglerfish?‏
Lyssa: omfg‏
Lyssa: noh‏
Coyote: BUT THEN VULPES CAN ATTACH TO HER AND DISSOLVE INTO HER SKIN‏
Lyssa: ...‏
Lyssa: he is p.much just a pair of gonads if we're honest‏‏
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posted 1 day ago
28
Aug
Eel Vulpes slithers out from his hideyhole. “Hey guys, did you hear the joke about the profligates? They were crucified.”

Eel Vulpes slithers out from his hideyhole. “Hey guys, did you hear the joke about the profligates? They were crucified.”

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27
Aug
Quod Possidet Per Vulpem [closed rp]

deathclawenthusiast:

manwithafoxhead:

He contemplated the solution for a moment. He could sell her off to someone who would make her his concubine or bride. He could send her out to the fields, though that would not protect you. “I could mark you as mine. No one would dare to even look at you then.”

"And make the little whispers of me being ‘your woman’ true, yes?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, but it didn’t make them any less true. She was already here, wasn’t that enough? She wished she could just leave. "Well… How would you propose that?"

Her tone rankled him and he scowled darkly. Putting his plate down, he laced his fingers together and stared at her, a spark of glee evident in his eyes. “I will brand you.”

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Aug

deathclawenthusiast:

manwithafoxhead:

"A friend." His tone was laced with ice. "How…cute. Why would I let a stranger into the Fort? Is this some elaborate plan to free you from here? You have responsibilities, you know. You were a Legion wife, are a Legion woman, and that is a title you shall never relinquish.”

His words made her stomach cold. “Do you really think I had the foresight or will to plan such a thing? I’ve stayed here this long haven’t I? Why wouldn’t I have tried to escape before this if that were the case? Haven’t I sat her and bided my time waiting for my husband to come home? Didn’t I stay here when you told me he had passed?” Placing the last piece of armor on the rack, she drew away from him. 

"Do you find me so untrustworthy that you can’t let me bring a woman here?”

"Women are clever; this one could help you flee." He walked over to his wash basin and splashed cold water on his face, shaking out the droplets that ended up in his hair. "If I allow you to do this, then I will have you watched. Constantly. My men are everywhere, and so are my friends."

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posted 2 days ago
27
Aug

((I edited the picture because I realized: how would he crucify people without hands?))

#ooc
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27
Aug
Quod Possidet Per Vulpem [closed rp]

deathclawenthusiast:

manwithafoxhead:

Excellent. He’d have to thank Nero again later. “No man should be touching you. You are in mourning, not some loose harlot.” He paused. “We must protect you somehow.”

Loose harlot. Ugh, why’d he have to use those words? Well, she certainly wasn’t one, but still. She pursed her lips, turning back to her food before offering up another shrug. “I’m not sure how you’ll manage that. What are you going to do? Confine me to the tent?” A soft, bitter laugh escaped her.

He contemplated the solution for a moment. He could sell her off to someone who would make her his concubine or bride. He could send her out to the fields, though that would not protect you. “I could mark you as mine. No one would dare to even look at you then.”

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posted 2 days ago
27
Aug
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a prophet, a liar.
vae victus