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Greetings strangers of the Sanctum. This little post is in search of a specific storylines you'll come to see below that I'd love to work out with some willing partners that be interested perhaps in any one of them.
This is a constant work in progress. I will be fiddling around with the thread. I'll be editing, removing and adding things as I see fit to any of the below sections.
Removed all old plots and replaced them with new one
- As you already know if you're reading through this little humble post of mine, I go around the site by name of Styx, I'm an 24 year old writer hailing from Central Europe specifically of timezone known as GMT+2.
- I've been writing and role playing for about eight good years. I write in the third person, and would prefer my partner do the same. I've tried first person, and I just find I cannot write as creatively that way. My writing typically ranges from 300 words to novella-length responses (1000+ words). I also do only original plays. No fandoms.
- I primarily enjoy writing female characters that range in variety respective to their role and genre. I also enjoy all sort of genres and stories but my taste does lean to ones with dark themes, struggle, thrill, drama and so on
Pairings-wise, I'm entirely comfortable writing both Female x Male and Female x Female pairing - though I do lean towards Female x Male.- Insomnia and work is a "b", but I try and reply at least once a day. Do not be afraid to poke at me, as I may have happened to reply albeit I try not to.
- Another important detail is that I WILL NOT accept real life face claims by any degree, not open to negotiate this as well. Personally it's I find it uncomfortable with using face of real person and hardly find them to fit for stories also.
- While I can do those of more down to earth, my favorite plays always consist in much cases of anything involving supernatural or fantasy, be it from low, high somewhere in between. And either historical, modern or another time of time era stamp or even a little tingle of variety.
What a barbaric and pitiful bunch, so self absorbed, arrogant, gluttonous, lustful all eager to have their thrill from the main stage. Wickedness and immorality ran feverishly , untamed. While vampires in secret and not so openly indulged in similarities, such things would not be seen in the court in her realm. If they valued anything was class, sophistication, something that would seperate them from beast like them.
Bit ironic seeing how behind the backs they were no better either and treated those of lower ranking with same attitude.
Luna had an amused glint in her eye, but she were understanding all the same what the ravenous crowd was excepting, Luna's attention was directed downward, not giving the satisfaction of sparing a glance to the king. The approaching steps already giving her enough information about on his approach, deeming that the so called 'fun' for the demons was to start.
There was no even slightest flince from her side, no revolt in to dislodge herself away from his prying hands, no attempts to strike in retaliation. The clear impassive gaze showing no debut, indifferent -even if deep inside dread had already began to uproot itself the moment she arrived-. She knew that it would only serve to fill on their conceitedness and ego, wishing to see struggle of an vampire that was pushed against the wall. Silently, she expected countless possibilities what would happen. But nothing did, her head internally was tilting at the rage of the king that was being disclaimed.
Bit ironic seeing how behind the backs they were no better either and treated those of lower ranking with same attitude.
Luna had an amused glint in her eye, but she were understanding all the same what the ravenous crowd was excepting, Luna's attention was directed downward, not giving the satisfaction of sparing a glance to the king. The approaching steps already giving her enough information about on his approach, deeming that the so called 'fun' for the demons was to start.
There was no even slightest flince from her side, no revolt in to dislodge herself away from his prying hands, no attempts to strike in retaliation. The clear impassive gaze showing no debut, indifferent -even if deep inside dread had already began to uproot itself the moment she arrived-. She knew that it would only serve to fill on their conceitedness and ego, wishing to see struggle of an vampire that was pushed against the wall. Silently, she expected countless possibilities what would happen. But nothing did, her head internally was tilting at the rage of the king that was being disclaimed.
The thunderclap of her heart bumped and she had to actively hide her abashement. Of course he noticed. "What makes you think I'd want a taste of your blood?" Luna spoke with her hand over her mouth, words slightly muffled as her pure azure eyes bare into his. Trying to decipher whether this was some sort of appraisal , ending up with another punishment if she'd end up biting him. Caution wasn't of to much around him. But even vigilance ousted by unadulterated compulsion.
Second thoughts demolish desires, Dark, blue eyes glisten beneath the dim light, the shimmer of their glory gleaming upon white, wavy hair. It was disappointing, disheartening to yearn for something so esoteric, only to have bashful insecurities take it all away. She hesitated, breath hitching when her sudden intent simmered in her brain. It was only a second of uncertainty, a skip of the heartbeat, before their short distance was closed with a gentle impending ascent of her lips across his neck.
Luna halted her parted lips, hot breath tickling Cayn' skin. Clear hesitation brewing , fleeting in the next. Her teeth are bared, fangs grazing flesh that threatens to break at the slightest poke of the sharp edges, and she takes one final deep breath against the throb of his pulse before she bites.
Luna sucked his blood into her mouth greedily, enjoying the sanguine feel on her tongue, its warm taste propelling her excitement further. The euphoric sensations coalesced and triggered the button in her brain that was her predatory instincts. With a tender kiss on his wound, Luna's fingers traced down his shoulder and body, their gentle touch slipping beneath his shirt, caressing the natural curve of his body before taking in another bite.
Luna's was nothing like most bites, flowing wildfire through veins. No, this was ice, an chilling embrace that clashed with the warm flow of his. Her tongue was cold and slippery against Cayn's neck, searching for nothing and everything. Second turned to minutes, Luna lapped at the blood like it was her only way of living. When Luna took in just enough she released their fangs her hot breath diving into the puncture, as the vampiress licked the wound, cleaning off any runaway stream of blood. It's juiciness still inciting an orgy of her senses.
Second thoughts demolish desires, Dark, blue eyes glisten beneath the dim light, the shimmer of their glory gleaming upon white, wavy hair. It was disappointing, disheartening to yearn for something so esoteric, only to have bashful insecurities take it all away. She hesitated, breath hitching when her sudden intent simmered in her brain. It was only a second of uncertainty, a skip of the heartbeat, before their short distance was closed with a gentle impending ascent of her lips across his neck.
Luna halted her parted lips, hot breath tickling Cayn' skin. Clear hesitation brewing , fleeting in the next. Her teeth are bared, fangs grazing flesh that threatens to break at the slightest poke of the sharp edges, and she takes one final deep breath against the throb of his pulse before she bites.
Luna sucked his blood into her mouth greedily, enjoying the sanguine feel on her tongue, its warm taste propelling her excitement further. The euphoric sensations coalesced and triggered the button in her brain that was her predatory instincts. With a tender kiss on his wound, Luna's fingers traced down his shoulder and body, their gentle touch slipping beneath his shirt, caressing the natural curve of his body before taking in another bite.
Luna's was nothing like most bites, flowing wildfire through veins. No, this was ice, an chilling embrace that clashed with the warm flow of his. Her tongue was cold and slippery against Cayn's neck, searching for nothing and everything. Second turned to minutes, Luna lapped at the blood like it was her only way of living. When Luna took in just enough she released their fangs her hot breath diving into the puncture, as the vampiress licked the wound, cleaning off any runaway stream of blood. It's juiciness still inciting an orgy of her senses.
In one of the peaceful towns named Alarchia, on one of the early afternoons two young girls sat at the back garden of an annex , belonging to be brothel house that they gotten by day by day ever since their arrival at it. They had both came by such life due to hardship of life and for better chance of life. Although one for her family and one taken in from slave traders by the other. Coming to grow fond of one another and even some other courtesans they shared the place with.
Tying the ends of Marianne's brunnete hair with a blue ribbon , Aelita's hand came down upon her shoulder and said. "Your hair is all done." Marianne turned excited, raising her hand as she touched her braided hair. "It's all pretty! Now we have a matching style! Well save for the color of your ribbon." She said excitedly, looking over to Aelita's own braided hair cascading like water fall just slightly down her own shoulder like shimmering cascade of silk.
Aelita smiled shaking her head as the young girl who has became like an third younger sister of hers during the time here hasn't even taken a look at the mirror or even the glass in the window to make sure it was well done, instead taking her for the word and looking all like a happy puppy.
"Turn around so I can place the flowers." Picking the tiny purple flower from the banquet she had picked up to set in her room, she plucked from the garden, Aelita pushed one of them on the side of Marianne's hair. The younger girl picked the rest of the flowers and placed them into her elder sister's hair.
"I already have the flowers, Mary." ; "Not enough!" The young girl used her small hands to place the flowers with utmost concentration so they wouldn't come off during the slightest move or caress of the wind.
"Aelita! Marianne! Go see the Madam, she is expecting you both in her office." Came the voice of one of their own , from outside on their right, an older mistress that has worked at changing the rooms of their main building. The brunnete jumped on her feet quickly while Aelita took no rush in her action from taking off along with her to see the manager of the house. She wondered what the old hag wanted this time, who's pockets will she be emptying now.
Oho. Must been some quite opulent customer based off from how the room was already full. The three Dames of heavenly constellation. Marriage and Arya were both in the room. With Madame "Ah you're here Aelita, come on quickly let's not leave the man waiting." the old hag motioned towards her to come set up next between her two sisters, Arya looked as intrigued as ever whenever an new wealthy customer stopped by or one more handsome and well defined. After all, she has been someone of the three who actually enjoyed the work she had. Unlike many courtesans, Arya is a woman who sells her body not just for money, but also for pleasure. As Aelita put it, Arya is a sex demon who will go after not just customers and manservants, but also other courtesans and apprentices when she feels too pent up. And of course she and poor Marianne were some of her favorite victims to sate her hunger with. With her beauty, pristine and the dark side of it that was hidden with the hunger that arouse at night it was no wonder she got title as the moon of the three.
Marriane unlike her however was someone more innocent, pure as the driven snow. Quiet and blooming just like the very earth they walk upon. She wanted nothing more then to keep her safe from any who would do her harm.
And alas there was she. She didn't know how or why she came to be where she was in the position, but from what the other two and even others told her, she overheard, she apparently was the sun, the star of the three. Lighting up the world with the radiance, warmth that was like that of motherly embrace, sweeping of the feet and with a pull that attracted any to her side. Preposterous.
With an corrective soft touch of her hand upon Marianne's back, the girl twitched realizing she was to straighten up her posture, thankful for Aelita to always correct or remind her of whenever anxiety began washing over her. "Here they are. One of my most best and desired. Shall we now let you have your pick?" The old Madame stated, her smile crooked as she feigned best offer and enhance truly their experience.
Tying the ends of Marianne's brunnete hair with a blue ribbon , Aelita's hand came down upon her shoulder and said. "Your hair is all done." Marianne turned excited, raising her hand as she touched her braided hair. "It's all pretty! Now we have a matching style! Well save for the color of your ribbon." She said excitedly, looking over to Aelita's own braided hair cascading like water fall just slightly down her own shoulder like shimmering cascade of silk.
Aelita smiled shaking her head as the young girl who has became like an third younger sister of hers during the time here hasn't even taken a look at the mirror or even the glass in the window to make sure it was well done, instead taking her for the word and looking all like a happy puppy.
"Turn around so I can place the flowers." Picking the tiny purple flower from the banquet she had picked up to set in her room, she plucked from the garden, Aelita pushed one of them on the side of Marianne's hair. The younger girl picked the rest of the flowers and placed them into her elder sister's hair.
"I already have the flowers, Mary." ; "Not enough!" The young girl used her small hands to place the flowers with utmost concentration so they wouldn't come off during the slightest move or caress of the wind.
"Aelita! Marianne! Go see the Madam, she is expecting you both in her office." Came the voice of one of their own , from outside on their right, an older mistress that has worked at changing the rooms of their main building. The brunnete jumped on her feet quickly while Aelita took no rush in her action from taking off along with her to see the manager of the house. She wondered what the old hag wanted this time, who's pockets will she be emptying now.
Oho. Must been some quite opulent customer based off from how the room was already full. The three Dames of heavenly constellation. Marriage and Arya were both in the room. With Madame "Ah you're here Aelita, come on quickly let's not leave the man waiting." the old hag motioned towards her to come set up next between her two sisters, Arya looked as intrigued as ever whenever an new wealthy customer stopped by or one more handsome and well defined. After all, she has been someone of the three who actually enjoyed the work she had. Unlike many courtesans, Arya is a woman who sells her body not just for money, but also for pleasure. As Aelita put it, Arya is a sex demon who will go after not just customers and manservants, but also other courtesans and apprentices when she feels too pent up. And of course she and poor Marianne were some of her favorite victims to sate her hunger with. With her beauty, pristine and the dark side of it that was hidden with the hunger that arouse at night it was no wonder she got title as the moon of the three.
Marriane unlike her however was someone more innocent, pure as the driven snow. Quiet and blooming just like the very earth they walk upon. She wanted nothing more then to keep her safe from any who would do her harm.
And alas there was she. She didn't know how or why she came to be where she was in the position, but from what the other two and even others told her, she overheard, she apparently was the sun, the star of the three. Lighting up the world with the radiance, warmth that was like that of motherly embrace, sweeping of the feet and with a pull that attracted any to her side. Preposterous.
With an corrective soft touch of her hand upon Marianne's back, the girl twitched realizing she was to straighten up her posture, thankful for Aelita to always correct or remind her of whenever anxiety began washing over her. "Here they are. One of my most best and desired. Shall we now let you have your pick?" The old Madame stated, her smile crooked as she feigned best offer and enhance truly their experience.
Eliciting a stammered whine from the hidden depths of her voice, Luna found his lips gentle, demanding but desperate, his touch burning through her drenched skin. Luna felt her body betraying her once more, reacting to the sudden intimacy in a way she had never felt before.
The room was filled with the sound of her muffled breaths and the rustling of the bed sheets as Luna's hands twisted and turned , tearing through it undesirably but unable to help it. The air grew thick with tension, the heat between them palpable. The cooling tingle his saliva left upon her bosom inflamed whence she found the heat of his mouth being pulled away.
She’s pouring heat off of her skin. She’s flushed and supple and oh, how easily he could ravish her endlessly. Her eyes are half-closed in the soreness of her intolerable pleasure, her lips parted to breath but all that comes are raring elongated moans. "Wa-wait." Filled with urgency, there is arousal and fear, and another strange something she doesn’t know in her tone. Her body listens, surrenders to his hold, and the breath is stolen from her lungs when she opens her teary eyes and stares into his unwavering form.
She whines, her legs tightening, tensing in attempt to wiggle away from this uprooted hold, knowing well what it meant. But the puncturing hold he had of her only mingling pleasure with pain, causing up trinkle of blue blood staining her skin and his claws that dwelled deeper into her luscious bottom. Her walls clenched tighter around him as her hips lifted into a grind, her eyelids slamming shut once more as she tilted her head, giving out better access to her skin.
The realization that she won’t be able to stop any of this lands deep inside her. Her back arched and she groused through her moans, legs twitching and her crevices spasming. "Fuck- Cayn- no, no- fuck!" She moaned pathetically. The bed rattled from her movement.
The room was filled with the sound of her muffled breaths and the rustling of the bed sheets as Luna's hands twisted and turned , tearing through it undesirably but unable to help it. The air grew thick with tension, the heat between them palpable. The cooling tingle his saliva left upon her bosom inflamed whence she found the heat of his mouth being pulled away.
She’s pouring heat off of her skin. She’s flushed and supple and oh, how easily he could ravish her endlessly. Her eyes are half-closed in the soreness of her intolerable pleasure, her lips parted to breath but all that comes are raring elongated moans. "Wa-wait." Filled with urgency, there is arousal and fear, and another strange something she doesn’t know in her tone. Her body listens, surrenders to his hold, and the breath is stolen from her lungs when she opens her teary eyes and stares into his unwavering form.
She whines, her legs tightening, tensing in attempt to wiggle away from this uprooted hold, knowing well what it meant. But the puncturing hold he had of her only mingling pleasure with pain, causing up trinkle of blue blood staining her skin and his claws that dwelled deeper into her luscious bottom. Her walls clenched tighter around him as her hips lifted into a grind, her eyelids slamming shut once more as she tilted her head, giving out better access to her skin.
The realization that she won’t be able to stop any of this lands deep inside her. Her back arched and she groused through her moans, legs twitching and her crevices spasming. "Fuck- Cayn- no, no- fuck!" She moaned pathetically. The bed rattled from her movement.
Luna's body stiffened up, the explosion of warmth inside her triggering her own shameful orgasm. She finds her legs spread without a single thought or command from her, every nerve inside her hotly alive and telling her what to do whether she wants it or not. She looks down in a haze, not quite computing her own actions, until she does with a start and a jump in place. It’s too late for her though, an entirely new sensation was wafting over her; the feel of his cum beginning to stuff every crevice that his cock wasn't currently taking up. Her nails dig into the sheet below her as she squirmed.
"...Did you have to do it inside?" Luna hissed whence her flailing chest dwindled to regular paced breath, leaving only stiffing soreness and trembles of her body that wouldn't most likely stop for some time, as she attempted to lift herself away from him, exhaling an groan when she saw his cum slowly breach and drip out of her. Propelling her hands underneath. Finding however no strength in them either to pull away.
"...Did you have to do it inside?" Luna hissed whence her flailing chest dwindled to regular paced breath, leaving only stiffing soreness and trembles of her body that wouldn't most likely stop for some time, as she attempted to lift herself away from him, exhaling an groan when she saw his cum slowly breach and drip out of her. Propelling her hands underneath. Finding however no strength in them either to pull away.
PLOTS:
Not all witch trials have been led with unfounded fear. In a land where magic comes to those who are brave enough to sacrifice for it, witches and warlocks stalk the land. Some are benign to the wider folk, the others care little whether a life, or an entire village-worth of the same, perishes for but a spark of more power. By the decree of the high liege, the hunt was called to free the land of their presence. The success has been varying, but the outcome is always the same - a great pyre upon which they will burn. Such fate awaits one of them, who was either unfortunate to be caught. She was bound to the pillar and her judge, jury and executioners, along with all of the peasant folk, are around her, waiting for the final verdict and the toss of the torch. Her words carry as much of the weight in the judge's ears, as a thimble of water in the midst of the raging inferno.
However, before the terrible gavel falls and declares her a witch, a young man with his retinue, all atop their horses, arrives at this open court. The crowd bows before the young, newly crowned ruler of the land and he demands that the woman is released. All are silent, except the judge, who protests and claims that the evidences against her are irrefutable. The young man shouts the order once more, stating that he is the law of this land and the woman is no witch. The woman's binding is cut and he takes her with him, along with the reasons for his decision.
The young man is not a fool. He knows that the woman is, indeed, a witch. His court is treacherous and hungry for the power that he, alone, possesses. What he needs is allies with power to fulfill his ambition and keep the perfidious backstabbers away. As for her, she needs a shield that will protect her from the angry mob, for as long as she is in his grace, her life is secure. Both have reason to keep the other close. And at times , especially nights they can be quite loud.
However, before the terrible gavel falls and declares her a witch, a young man with his retinue, all atop their horses, arrives at this open court. The crowd bows before the young, newly crowned ruler of the land and he demands that the woman is released. All are silent, except the judge, who protests and claims that the evidences against her are irrefutable. The young man shouts the order once more, stating that he is the law of this land and the woman is no witch. The woman's binding is cut and he takes her with him, along with the reasons for his decision.
The young man is not a fool. He knows that the woman is, indeed, a witch. His court is treacherous and hungry for the power that he, alone, possesses. What he needs is allies with power to fulfill his ambition and keep the perfidious backstabbers away. As for her, she needs a shield that will protect her from the angry mob, for as long as she is in his grace, her life is secure. Both have reason to keep the other close. And at times , especially nights they can be quite loud.
Getting so drunk that you forget what you did the night before is an age old human tradition, for better and for worse.
And what could be worse then an wrong night spent in blissful ignorance? Well a night spent with a notorious and powerful Donna of a most dangerous family of the country who rules the city with her brother. Of course for her it wasn't nothing more then an night with an nobody and an pleasing night to ease the stress. Not really thinking of ever seeing each other whence she is gone the next morning. Yet... Whence an car pulls suddenly during an day and abducts YC by force he finds himself suddenly dragged like a doll before the Don, MC's brother he finds that the night of their ignorance resulted in her pregnancy.
And YC is offered three choices. One is to pack his stuff and leave to another county. Second, to accept the congratulations by meeting what is on the other side of the barrel of his gun. Finally. Third. Marry MC and be welcomed into his family.
And what could be worse then an wrong night spent in blissful ignorance? Well a night spent with a notorious and powerful Donna of a most dangerous family of the country who rules the city with her brother. Of course for her it wasn't nothing more then an night with an nobody and an pleasing night to ease the stress. Not really thinking of ever seeing each other whence she is gone the next morning. Yet... Whence an car pulls suddenly during an day and abducts YC by force he finds himself suddenly dragged like a doll before the Don, MC's brother he finds that the night of their ignorance resulted in her pregnancy.
And YC is offered three choices. One is to pack his stuff and leave to another county. Second, to accept the congratulations by meeting what is on the other side of the barrel of his gun. Finally. Third. Marry MC and be welcomed into his family.
(Up to either F x F or F x M pairing for this one)
Wolf of violence, queen of arena, Lioness of the Slums, just one of many names that Thalia is known by. An infamous and notorious gang leader of a powerful organization that has been pestering thorn in nobles side , governors and even some other powerful people. Crushing many of their convoys, partaking in thievery, destruction off property and aggression against the crown, along of resisting arrest, were but just a few of things that had her so despised. Yet the true reason why so many wanted her dead was because of dangers she could expose them to.
The Lioness of Slums for in fact was not always an brute or savage as they now call her. She came for a poor origin , raised by an orphanage that despite its financial status still took and helped to every child in need. For the slums in which she grew was a place that was left to rot away by nobles and people who allegedly were supposed to protect them. To survive she sometimes had to rely on stealing and fighting , sometimes going hungry herself whence sharing what she slipped from the stalls to the youngers kids that have look to her as an big sister and guardian.
During one of her flights from an wealthy baron that has found his pouch of gold missing , she took the turn down the wrong alley where by time she came to realize an group of strangers had kidnapped her, taken away to an distant and remote citadel run by people dressed in weird white garments who promised to kids like her who have been lead there as well that their lives will change to better, to one of a meaning and where they can finally be useful to their Nation and people. Especially the corrupt nobles who founded the very thing.
It was of course just nice way of saying their will and freedom was to e entirely ripped, their bodies subjected to various experiments and trials in order to shape killers, assassins, warriors and agents that would be the pillar of the community, stronger and more endurable then regular humans with capabilities that could rank them to go on against even the knights of the crown , mages and beasts that lurk in dark forests.
Of course issue was results of far wielded all the same, the subjects either dead or crippled beyond use. Until an breakthrough was made with her, being the first that not only survived through but successfully passed all the trials and tests. Yet before their dream of using her blood as sample and her to mold their puppets the citadel caught in an accident, the fire that consumed the walls of torment burning away to cinders all the research leads and many people there came to meet their end.
The corrupt politicians and nobles who believed their backs to be clean with no evidence left to prove what was going on at the terrible place went on with their lives working on the goal they had in mind despite it meant starting from scratch. None knew albeit that the subject of their experiment and dreams— the girl who beared success in fact survived and would end up growing to become the leader of a criminal organization and gang that would be working against them, taking their embezzled payments to the poor, rescuing the slaves and captured for experiment as well as bringing actual peace and order in the slums by taking over the various gangs that were working for the corrupt.
Yet what happens whence a prince/princess that is hero/saint and heir to the throne crossed paths with this notorious queen of syndicate at an gala of an prestigious noble/merchant that works for same group that once took the now mob Boss to be their guinea pig. And whence what is happening behind the Royal crown is brought up to their attention?
Wolf of violence, queen of arena, Lioness of the Slums, just one of many names that Thalia is known by. An infamous and notorious gang leader of a powerful organization that has been pestering thorn in nobles side , governors and even some other powerful people. Crushing many of their convoys, partaking in thievery, destruction off property and aggression against the crown, along of resisting arrest, were but just a few of things that had her so despised. Yet the true reason why so many wanted her dead was because of dangers she could expose them to.
The Lioness of Slums for in fact was not always an brute or savage as they now call her. She came for a poor origin , raised by an orphanage that despite its financial status still took and helped to every child in need. For the slums in which she grew was a place that was left to rot away by nobles and people who allegedly were supposed to protect them. To survive she sometimes had to rely on stealing and fighting , sometimes going hungry herself whence sharing what she slipped from the stalls to the youngers kids that have look to her as an big sister and guardian.
During one of her flights from an wealthy baron that has found his pouch of gold missing , she took the turn down the wrong alley where by time she came to realize an group of strangers had kidnapped her, taken away to an distant and remote citadel run by people dressed in weird white garments who promised to kids like her who have been lead there as well that their lives will change to better, to one of a meaning and where they can finally be useful to their Nation and people. Especially the corrupt nobles who founded the very thing.
It was of course just nice way of saying their will and freedom was to e entirely ripped, their bodies subjected to various experiments and trials in order to shape killers, assassins, warriors and agents that would be the pillar of the community, stronger and more endurable then regular humans with capabilities that could rank them to go on against even the knights of the crown , mages and beasts that lurk in dark forests.
Of course issue was results of far wielded all the same, the subjects either dead or crippled beyond use. Until an breakthrough was made with her, being the first that not only survived through but successfully passed all the trials and tests. Yet before their dream of using her blood as sample and her to mold their puppets the citadel caught in an accident, the fire that consumed the walls of torment burning away to cinders all the research leads and many people there came to meet their end.
The corrupt politicians and nobles who believed their backs to be clean with no evidence left to prove what was going on at the terrible place went on with their lives working on the goal they had in mind despite it meant starting from scratch. None knew albeit that the subject of their experiment and dreams— the girl who beared success in fact survived and would end up growing to become the leader of a criminal organization and gang that would be working against them, taking their embezzled payments to the poor, rescuing the slaves and captured for experiment as well as bringing actual peace and order in the slums by taking over the various gangs that were working for the corrupt.
Yet what happens whence a prince/princess that is hero/saint and heir to the throne crossed paths with this notorious queen of syndicate at an gala of an prestigious noble/merchant that works for same group that once took the now mob Boss to be their guinea pig. And whence what is happening behind the Royal crown is brought up to their attention?
Being the keeper of an Light House is work not for all to stomach, yet those who enjoy the tranquility, the sound of waves, the smell of the ocean or simply seek to remove oneself from the world, it is perhaps an ideal getaway. YC is someone who for whatever reason moved and took his place at home within a lighthouse upon a far distant coastline of a small town once a booming harbour.
It's find of gold, relics and remnants of an ancient civilization believed to have sunked only few miles away dragging many historians, myths seekers and those seeking to make fortune.
Yet over the years whence the remnants of an mysterious civilization that vanished under the sea stop yielding it's riches and it's history would remains uncovered, the place became an lapsed legacy. That is at least until one day an body of an woman was washed ashore from last night's awful storm. YC being one who happens to stumble upon MC on the shore near the lighthouse is quick to save the life of the researcher and oceanographer as she would end up introducing herself once recovering.
Being far distant from the town MC is allowed recovery and to await for the companions of the expedition that would be sent to pick her up and continue with their task of an possible greatest discovery under the forgotten remnants of human society. Yet , the nights ever since her arrival have slowly begun to change. What true motives and goals does she have? And did she really get washed off from her first expedition ship from a mere storm upon the sea? And what is down buried that she so desperately wants to return to?
It's find of gold, relics and remnants of an ancient civilization believed to have sunked only few miles away dragging many historians, myths seekers and those seeking to make fortune.
Yet over the years whence the remnants of an mysterious civilization that vanished under the sea stop yielding it's riches and it's history would remains uncovered, the place became an lapsed legacy. That is at least until one day an body of an woman was washed ashore from last night's awful storm. YC being one who happens to stumble upon MC on the shore near the lighthouse is quick to save the life of the researcher and oceanographer as she would end up introducing herself once recovering.
Being far distant from the town MC is allowed recovery and to await for the companions of the expedition that would be sent to pick her up and continue with their task of an possible greatest discovery under the forgotten remnants of human society. Yet , the nights ever since her arrival have slowly begun to change. What true motives and goals does she have? And did she really get washed off from her first expedition ship from a mere storm upon the sea? And what is down buried that she so desperately wants to return to?
F x M or F x F
Augustus was never once considered a ladylike woman or even bearing any such qualities by the standard of their Nation. She was known as hound of war, Mistress of death and many more by enemies and her people alike. Despite being daughter of an Baron, Augustus discovered that, like her uncle who was considered the greatest swordsman and warrior of the Nation, she possessed similar talents and prowess. Finding being in field with sword in hand more familiar to her then gossip of latest things in capital by a tea.
Her days since early youth have been spent taught and learning from her uncle , from wars, strategy and how to wield a blade. Leading to eventually rejecting or scaring away suitiors her father was desperate to hope would save his daughter from already predetermined fate.
Yet instead Augustus had took place as the Nations greatest weapon and joy whence leaving the ranking of the aristocracy to take one as commander and knight of the kingdom. So with the King's/ Duke's heir being an target at the Royal academy Augustus is the one who is secretly tasked of safekeeping and guard the Nations possible heir/heiress.
(Side/another scene idea of MC being assigned to guard YC whence going to met the one who their parents have betrothed them to in another country that might or might not want to kill them off to flame an war or simply used them as pawns)
Augustus was never once considered a ladylike woman or even bearing any such qualities by the standard of their Nation. She was known as hound of war, Mistress of death and many more by enemies and her people alike. Despite being daughter of an Baron, Augustus discovered that, like her uncle who was considered the greatest swordsman and warrior of the Nation, she possessed similar talents and prowess. Finding being in field with sword in hand more familiar to her then gossip of latest things in capital by a tea.
Her days since early youth have been spent taught and learning from her uncle , from wars, strategy and how to wield a blade. Leading to eventually rejecting or scaring away suitiors her father was desperate to hope would save his daughter from already predetermined fate.
Yet instead Augustus had took place as the Nations greatest weapon and joy whence leaving the ranking of the aristocracy to take one as commander and knight of the kingdom. So with the King's/ Duke's heir being an target at the Royal academy Augustus is the one who is secretly tasked of safekeeping and guard the Nations possible heir/heiress.
(Side/another scene idea of MC being assigned to guard YC whence going to met the one who their parents have betrothed them to in another country that might or might not want to kill them off to flame an war or simply used them as pawns)
F X F only for this one
The great sorceress and oracle of the white sands lives in a nearly secluded temple and shrine. Save for when people and nobles come in need to have their future read or in seek help of her powers and talents— she lives isolated from others…she prefers it that way. Treated poorly by many due to her unnatural talent she is slower to trust. Despite that, she uses her powers and connection to the world unknown to mortals to help them. Both as warner of fater, guardian and healer.
People know of her because of this. So it did not surprise her to find a woman needing help on her doorstep one day. The woman had clearly been beaten and fugitive. She tended the poor woman and then helped her be secreted away. Unfortunately, there is an bounty on YC's head though she does not yet know it. It seems the Oracle helped the "wrong" person. The young woman she'd helped had been a fling to a very powerful man and he was not happy to find out what had happened.
The great sorceress and oracle of the white sands lives in a nearly secluded temple and shrine. Save for when people and nobles come in need to have their future read or in seek help of her powers and talents— she lives isolated from others…she prefers it that way. Treated poorly by many due to her unnatural talent she is slower to trust. Despite that, she uses her powers and connection to the world unknown to mortals to help them. Both as warner of fater, guardian and healer.
People know of her because of this. So it did not surprise her to find a woman needing help on her doorstep one day. The woman had clearly been beaten and fugitive. She tended the poor woman and then helped her be secreted away. Unfortunately, there is an bounty on YC's head though she does not yet know it. It seems the Oracle helped the "wrong" person. The young woman she'd helped had been a fling to a very powerful man and he was not happy to find out what had happened.
An dangerous affair between the first ever female Empress and Emperor's Hound.
The imperial majesty, the empress of a mighty empire is -despite her title and position, not the one in charge of leading or governing it. Rather it is merely more a facade, an play. An awful pact between her and acting Grand Duke. Her power has been nonexistent since birth. Being the youngest child with three older brothers and being simply an woman had already stripped her of much a say over anything. Albeit she was heavily doted on by parents and others for her compassion and intellect sometimes overshadowed by her heart rather then reason.
With the death of her father, the late emperor, the oldest son —her brother took over the mantle. Yet like his other two younger brothers he was as bitter, paranoid, cruel and resentful ruler towards any that might have bigger love and devotion of the people and other nobles. One of them we're Grand Duke's family —YC who's family line have been loyal servants to the ruling monarchs for centuries. Yet whence the father of MC died and her brothers took over they unlike their sister and parents saw their guardian and biggest ally as an enemy needed to be purged before he would become a threat.
Executing young Grand’ Duke's family whence he was sent to fight and die in a war. In doing so however they sealed their fate, not expecting him to return and much less with an army. What followed afterwards was short but bloody years of civil war between those who wanted to downcast the tyrannical rule of the brothers and the Duke with those loyal to him and the old crown.
When the war came to an end and brothers met their end an discussion came upon those who fought regarding the remaining heir and daughter of the Royal family bloodline. Some wanted to execute her too simply for being connected by blood to the three monsters while others highly opposed it and would fight those who would wish harm on the princess. To avoid furthering the war and death the Grand Duke established his trust and support to the daughter and remaining heir of whom he had a close relationship before her brothers took over. With support of the Grand Duke other houses eventually ended following the same.
Yet what most didn't realize was that newly crowned Empress was in fact a puppet and toy for the Grand Duke who believed that she had betrayed him along with her brothers. Hearing of the news of his family's execution and her engagement to him canceled in favor to marry some Marquess. So whence he found her along the Marquess she was to marry he killed the man while MC was put on the throne after being offered an choice of either death or became an willing puppet. Knowing some nobles would not take her seriously or listen without his support. So forced to save the kingdom her brothers plunged into disarray and protect it's people the young empress has no choice but to accept or turn to any for support but the very man that had put her in the cage.
The imperial majesty, the empress of a mighty empire is -despite her title and position, not the one in charge of leading or governing it. Rather it is merely more a facade, an play. An awful pact between her and acting Grand Duke. Her power has been nonexistent since birth. Being the youngest child with three older brothers and being simply an woman had already stripped her of much a say over anything. Albeit she was heavily doted on by parents and others for her compassion and intellect sometimes overshadowed by her heart rather then reason.
With the death of her father, the late emperor, the oldest son —her brother took over the mantle. Yet like his other two younger brothers he was as bitter, paranoid, cruel and resentful ruler towards any that might have bigger love and devotion of the people and other nobles. One of them we're Grand Duke's family —YC who's family line have been loyal servants to the ruling monarchs for centuries. Yet whence the father of MC died and her brothers took over they unlike their sister and parents saw their guardian and biggest ally as an enemy needed to be purged before he would become a threat.
Executing young Grand’ Duke's family whence he was sent to fight and die in a war. In doing so however they sealed their fate, not expecting him to return and much less with an army. What followed afterwards was short but bloody years of civil war between those who wanted to downcast the tyrannical rule of the brothers and the Duke with those loyal to him and the old crown.
When the war came to an end and brothers met their end an discussion came upon those who fought regarding the remaining heir and daughter of the Royal family bloodline. Some wanted to execute her too simply for being connected by blood to the three monsters while others highly opposed it and would fight those who would wish harm on the princess. To avoid furthering the war and death the Grand Duke established his trust and support to the daughter and remaining heir of whom he had a close relationship before her brothers took over. With support of the Grand Duke other houses eventually ended following the same.
Yet what most didn't realize was that newly crowned Empress was in fact a puppet and toy for the Grand Duke who believed that she had betrayed him along with her brothers. Hearing of the news of his family's execution and her engagement to him canceled in favor to marry some Marquess. So whence he found her along the Marquess she was to marry he killed the man while MC was put on the throne after being offered an choice of either death or became an willing puppet. Knowing some nobles would not take her seriously or listen without his support. So forced to save the kingdom her brothers plunged into disarray and protect it's people the young empress has no choice but to accept or turn to any for support but the very man that had put her in the cage.
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