Welcome
Greetings, my name is Ifrit, and this is my little corner of debauchery. This is where I tell you a bit about myself and why I am here. I have been roleplaying on and off for the past nine years, although it was on another site. I returned here after my longest hiatus, lasting nearly two years as I focused more on my life and worked on my writing. Looking back now, I realize that I needed the time away to improve my writing and how I approach a story. I enjoy world-building and can spend hours using AI generators for characters and drawing maps of the places I'm writing about, especially those central to the story. Having a blueprint of a house is never a bad idea.
Greetings, my name is Ifrit, and this is my little corner of debauchery. This is where I tell you a bit about myself and why I am here. I have been roleplaying on and off for the past nine years, although it was on another site. I returned here after my longest hiatus, lasting nearly two years as I focused more on my life and worked on my writing. Looking back now, I realize that I needed the time away to improve my writing and how I approach a story. I enjoy world-building and can spend hours using AI generators for characters and drawing maps of the places I'm writing about, especially those central to the story. Having a blueprint of a house is never a bad idea.
More Info About me:
-I do not have a set reply length and usually go with the flow; some scenes are longer, while some need more back-and-forth. It depends on what is going on.-
-Detailed Writing in slower scenes with faster chaotic writing in action scenes to simulate the heat of the moment.-
-Comfortable with erotic scenes, but the Story is more important to me.-
-Scat, Furries, SA, bloodsports, and watersports are all off the table for me out the gate; everything else is usually okay with me. I will say generally because there are things I would never think of out there, and please let me know your limits. I try my hardest not to make people uncomfortable, even if this story is perpetually shrouded in strife.
-I have a subscription to Nightcafe that generates AI pictures, which I use for my main and side characters. I do not claim any creative rights towards the pictures, as we all know how it works.
-I don't have a pairings list as I like to go in with a complete idea, but that doesn't mean I'm not down to create something from scratch. Just hit me up if you have a pairing you are interested in. I will also put a few fandoms I'm interested in down below to check out.
What I am Looking For:
-I don't have perfect grammar, so I don't expect it from you. All I ask is that I can understand what is being written and that you have a basic grasp of punctuation.
-Someone who enjoys world-building as much as I do. It's no fun if I am the only one building the world. I will always look forward to feedback and ideas from my partners. In fact, I encourage it, as one person is never enough to make a world full of life.
-I don't expect my partners to be on here all the time; life can take hold, and suddenly, it has been weeks, and you haven't been on. It is entirely understandable. If, for any reason, you have to take a break, just let me know, and I'll put our RP on hold indefinitely. If I don't hear anything from my partners, I put the RP on hold for one month and a week before moving on.
Fandoms I'm Seeking to Rp In:
(OC x OC Only)
The Expanse(Sc-Fi)
Cyberpunk 2077
The Vampyr
Pacific Rim
(More to Come)
Plots:
Setting: Japan, 1870's
Pairing: Mysterious Gaijin Samurai x Japanese Highborn Woman(Arranged marriage)
Tags: Supernatural, Historical, NSFW, Gore, Romance
Synopsis:
Mt. Fuji is a magnificent symbol that has loomed over Tokyo long before humans first tread on Japan's rugged shores. For some, it represents a majestic beacon guiding them to the region's soul; for others, particularly those who have experienced its fury, it serves as a foreboding harbinger. Its shadow casts a constant reminder, instilling fear of a potential eruption and the resurgence of Akuma, a fire yokai birthed from the terror and destruction inflicted by Mt. Fuji.
Centuries ago, anticipating this moment, the wise Daiymo of Japan united, selecting the Kenkage family, loyal to the Emperor, to serve as guardians of the Mountain and hunters of the Yokai. With powers over their lands rivaling the Imperial seat, the Clan reached remarkable heights. This marked a pivotal moment in history, as ordinary people gradually forgot about the Yokai and the Spirits that lurked at night. Japan became a safer place, largely due to the blade that protected them in the darkness. That was until 1707 when the long-anticipated day arrived with the mountain erupting in flames. The Eruption brought forth the Devil, engulfed in fire, accompanied by his legion of Yokai, every fear and dark secret the Kenkage had built up over the long years since their inception in the land of the rising sun.
Even with centuries of preparation, the Kenkage Clan had severely underestimated Akuma's overwhelming strength. He tore through their army, slaughtering the head of the family at the time before moving on to their village. Burning every defense they had ever built, he massacred everyone he encountered before heading to Edo. Humiliated, the Kenkage fled into the shadows; at the moment the quaking began, they escorted the Pregnant Lady of the Clan and numerous villagers in case the worst came, as it did. Even in defeat, the Clan did not give up. They made a new oath that day, forsaking the one they had given to the Emperor—a vow that would shape the future of their people forever.
After moving around, it was shortly after the Heir's birth that the kenkage found their new home. The Lady of the Clan dreamed of this place and described the stunning river valley and the fiery kitsune who guided her there to anyone willing to listen. Initially, no one believed her until they saw the lands with their own eyes. Nestled between two mountains, it was a paradise teeming with lush trees and vibrant life in the undergrowth. That day marked the founding of Kagemura, a hidden village that became a sought-after prize for many adventurers. Numerous aspiring explorers lost their lives in pursuit of it. It wasn't until a century later that the first Kagemura agent was spotted, gaining formal recognition as a clan only during the Boshin War. By then, a new member had also joined the clan: a Gaijin they rescued from a burning wreckage along their coast.
Meiji and the Gaijin grew up together during the war, becoming as close as brothers. However, once the war ended, Ken, who wasn't fully adopted yet, had to return to his village. Many years later, they finally reunited. By then, the Gaijin had become Kenkage Ken, the next Heir of Kagemura, while Mutsuhito had embraced his role as Emperor. Though they had changed, their bond remained strong. Over food and drinks, they connected as if no time had passed, discussing the topic of marriage. Ken expressed their reluctance to wed, but the Emperor insisted; by the end of the evening, they agreed to revisit the topic, though it was postponed. A few days later, Ken's adoptive father, Ichitarō, passed away quietly during the night, and the Gaijin was compelled to return to Kagemura once again.
Weeks passed before the letters, sent by Kenkage Agents, brought with them an order to select a wife, forcing the newly appointed Daimyo to confront the reality of his situation. The Gaijin made various, often absurd, demands concerning beauty and education, even outright rejecting the notion of perfection. He believed no one could possibly meet the unattainable criteria he had outlined. To his surprise, someone did meet those standards—at least according to the Emperor. Facing the impossibility of refusing the order and risking the clan's label as traitors again, Ken accepted the sole condition imposed by the bride's family: a year-long engagement period during which the lady could determine her future. This was his only chance to navigate out of this predicament.
Even so, as they say, no plan ever works out the way you want. As two people who wanted nothing to do with each other were forced together, dark forces in the shadows also united. The evil that had walked the earth unvanquished for nearly 200 years was finally ready to strike, gathering allies for a war that no one even knew was coming.
Link to the RP
Pairing: Mysterious Gaijin Samurai x Japanese Highborn Woman(Arranged marriage)
Tags: Supernatural, Historical, NSFW, Gore, Romance
Synopsis:
Mt. Fuji is a magnificent symbol that has loomed over Tokyo long before humans first tread on Japan's rugged shores. For some, it represents a majestic beacon guiding them to the region's soul; for others, particularly those who have experienced its fury, it serves as a foreboding harbinger. Its shadow casts a constant reminder, instilling fear of a potential eruption and the resurgence of Akuma, a fire yokai birthed from the terror and destruction inflicted by Mt. Fuji.
Centuries ago, anticipating this moment, the wise Daiymo of Japan united, selecting the Kenkage family, loyal to the Emperor, to serve as guardians of the Mountain and hunters of the Yokai. With powers over their lands rivaling the Imperial seat, the Clan reached remarkable heights. This marked a pivotal moment in history, as ordinary people gradually forgot about the Yokai and the Spirits that lurked at night. Japan became a safer place, largely due to the blade that protected them in the darkness. That was until 1707 when the long-anticipated day arrived with the mountain erupting in flames. The Eruption brought forth the Devil, engulfed in fire, accompanied by his legion of Yokai, every fear and dark secret the Kenkage had built up over the long years since their inception in the land of the rising sun.
Even with centuries of preparation, the Kenkage Clan had severely underestimated Akuma's overwhelming strength. He tore through their army, slaughtering the head of the family at the time before moving on to their village. Burning every defense they had ever built, he massacred everyone he encountered before heading to Edo. Humiliated, the Kenkage fled into the shadows; at the moment the quaking began, they escorted the Pregnant Lady of the Clan and numerous villagers in case the worst came, as it did. Even in defeat, the Clan did not give up. They made a new oath that day, forsaking the one they had given to the Emperor—a vow that would shape the future of their people forever.
After moving around, it was shortly after the Heir's birth that the kenkage found their new home. The Lady of the Clan dreamed of this place and described the stunning river valley and the fiery kitsune who guided her there to anyone willing to listen. Initially, no one believed her until they saw the lands with their own eyes. Nestled between two mountains, it was a paradise teeming with lush trees and vibrant life in the undergrowth. That day marked the founding of Kagemura, a hidden village that became a sought-after prize for many adventurers. Numerous aspiring explorers lost their lives in pursuit of it. It wasn't until a century later that the first Kagemura agent was spotted, gaining formal recognition as a clan only during the Boshin War. By then, a new member had also joined the clan: a Gaijin they rescued from a burning wreckage along their coast.
Meiji and the Gaijin grew up together during the war, becoming as close as brothers. However, once the war ended, Ken, who wasn't fully adopted yet, had to return to his village. Many years later, they finally reunited. By then, the Gaijin had become Kenkage Ken, the next Heir of Kagemura, while Mutsuhito had embraced his role as Emperor. Though they had changed, their bond remained strong. Over food and drinks, they connected as if no time had passed, discussing the topic of marriage. Ken expressed their reluctance to wed, but the Emperor insisted; by the end of the evening, they agreed to revisit the topic, though it was postponed. A few days later, Ken's adoptive father, Ichitarō, passed away quietly during the night, and the Gaijin was compelled to return to Kagemura once again.
Weeks passed before the letters, sent by Kenkage Agents, brought with them an order to select a wife, forcing the newly appointed Daimyo to confront the reality of his situation. The Gaijin made various, often absurd, demands concerning beauty and education, even outright rejecting the notion of perfection. He believed no one could possibly meet the unattainable criteria he had outlined. To his surprise, someone did meet those standards—at least according to the Emperor. Facing the impossibility of refusing the order and risking the clan's label as traitors again, Ken accepted the sole condition imposed by the bride's family: a year-long engagement period during which the lady could determine her future. This was his only chance to navigate out of this predicament.
Even so, as they say, no plan ever works out the way you want. As two people who wanted nothing to do with each other were forced together, dark forces in the shadows also united. The evil that had walked the earth unvanquished for nearly 200 years was finally ready to strike, gathering allies for a war that no one even knew was coming.
Link to the RP
Setting: Alvarus, 3465 E.C (Fictional Setting)
Time Period: The Era of Corruption
Pairing: Fel-Atra(Sci-fi "Fallen Angel") x Human/Fae
Tags: Supernatural, Post-Apocalyptic, Fantasy, Romance, Aether-Punk
Plot:
Side Note: In this RP, your character can be anyone, from a prisoner on the ship to a soldier or a deckhand in the harbor town. Depending on your choice, the story's beginning changes drastically, as does the goal. This is a massive open world I have been building for years and has a lot of room for growth. That is the main reason it is left so open-ended.
Time Period: The Era of Corruption
Pairing: Fel-Atra(Sci-fi "Fallen Angel") x Human/Fae
Tags: Supernatural, Post-Apocalyptic, Fantasy, Romance, Aether-Punk
Plot:
Our story begins on the distant world of Alvarus, in a remote settlement known to the civilized world as the Lost Continent. This place is shrouded in mystery and death, where tribes of humans fought over the scarce livable land while their Fel-Atra overlords resided safely in their mountain homes. Though not all Fel-Atra chose to live among their own, some ventured out freely while others fled, fearing the only penalty their kind faced for any crime: death. Jason Snow, once known as Isel Ari, belongs to the latter group—a trained hunter on the run from his people for a crime he may or may not have committed. Day in and day out, he ran, feeling the relentless pursuit of his people tracking him until he finally reached Isalone. There, hidden among the human population, he felt safe at last. He concealed his identity for years, never showing his face, with only a few knowing his true nature. Jason believed he could hide there forever, convinced his people had forgotten him—until strangers cloaked in red attacked Isalone. The city burned brighter than the sun. The soldiers left few alive; only a handful, including Jason, survived and were taken prisoner to be shipped off to Arandel as slaves. Jason himself was not meant to be a slave, but rather, he was destined to be experimented on, as he was the first Fel-Atra the people from the new world had seen in eons.
-Setting: The Sol System and Beyond (The Expanse/TV during the time skip)
Time Period: 2350 C.E
Pairing: Captain x Crew
Tags: Hard Scifi(Mostly), Space Travel, Warfare, Exploration, Romance
Synopsis:
The MCRN Wolverine was among the last operational corvette-class ships similar to the Tachi, serving after the Free Navy incident. It was manned by a devoted group of marines until a deserter named Oliver Hawke rebelled against his captain. Little is known about what transpired, except that Corporal Hawke emerged as the sole survivor. Years later, he reappeared in the belt, still at the helm of the same ship, now known as the Artemis. He left a bloody path through the system and was formidable in close combat. The Artemis was a shadowy presence for a period, seen mainly as a bad omen or the stuff of nightmares for both pirates and civilians. However, rumors about the captain and his crew have grown scandalous, even overshadowing the captain's notorious escapades in the red-light district. Allegedly, he was scheming to run the Ring for a mysterious benefactor and sought a navigator unafraid of confrontations with the MCR or UN; someone experienced in navigating the back alleys and capable of charting uncharted regions of space.
FMC was a wanderer, a captivating figure with a complex past, staring down an equally uncertain future. She yearned to escape the turmoil of her previous life in civilization, so when an opportunity arose to board a vessel leaving the Sol System, she seized it. The whispers of the job's dangers and the slim chance of returning didn't faze her. After all, space was space; it didn't matter where she ended up—or so she believed, not realizing the ship's actual destination and purpose. Who knows if she would have proceeded with the interview with the notorious Captain Hawke, known for being both a playboy and a dangerous risk-taker, had she been aware of the truth?
Time Period: 2350 C.E
Pairing: Captain x Crew
Tags: Hard Scifi(Mostly), Space Travel, Warfare, Exploration, Romance
Synopsis:
The MCRN Wolverine was among the last operational corvette-class ships similar to the Tachi, serving after the Free Navy incident. It was manned by a devoted group of marines until a deserter named Oliver Hawke rebelled against his captain. Little is known about what transpired, except that Corporal Hawke emerged as the sole survivor. Years later, he reappeared in the belt, still at the helm of the same ship, now known as the Artemis. He left a bloody path through the system and was formidable in close combat. The Artemis was a shadowy presence for a period, seen mainly as a bad omen or the stuff of nightmares for both pirates and civilians. However, rumors about the captain and his crew have grown scandalous, even overshadowing the captain's notorious escapades in the red-light district. Allegedly, he was scheming to run the Ring for a mysterious benefactor and sought a navigator unafraid of confrontations with the MCR or UN; someone experienced in navigating the back alleys and capable of charting uncharted regions of space.
FMC was a wanderer, a captivating figure with a complex past, staring down an equally uncertain future. She yearned to escape the turmoil of her previous life in civilization, so when an opportunity arose to board a vessel leaving the Sol System, she seized it. The whispers of the job's dangers and the slim chance of returning didn't faze her. After all, space was space; it didn't matter where she ended up—or so she believed, not realizing the ship's actual destination and purpose. Who knows if she would have proceeded with the interview with the notorious Captain Hawke, known for being both a playboy and a dangerous risk-taker, had she been aware of the truth?
Characters:
Name: Kenkage Ken
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6'1"
Weight:193lbs
Build: Toned, Athletic, Scarred
Hair Color: White, with a black beard
Eye Color: Stormy Blue
Name: Jason Snow(Isel Ari)
Age: 78
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 647lbs
Build: Lean, Athletic
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Silver
Name: Oliver Hawke
Age: 31
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 207lbs
Build: Imposing, Broad Shoulders, Muscular
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Samples:
(This will be the starter for Heir of Arandel; it is in its unfinished state right now.)
Opening the door to the dwelling, Jason stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he set sight on a body in the middle of the common area. He didn't have to see her face to know it was Selena; the black veins across her once-tan skin were unmistakable.
Stumbling over, Jason crashed to the ground before Sel's lifeless body. Carefully, he turned her body over to see her face, and just as he had feared, lifeless brown eyes stared up at him. Selena's gown was covered in her own blood, from where he couldn't tell, but Jason didn't want to know. This wasn't just any dead body, and he couldn't treat it like that. Staring down at her, his emotion swirled around him; he was lost, staring into her glossy brown eyes. How could this have happened? Why wasn't he here to protect her? As her husband, his duty was to protect her above all else. How could he have failed?
Taking her hand, it was cold to the touch, the only movement coming from the shake of his own hands, trembling with perhaps grief. Angushish? Rage? Jason couldn't tell; all he knew was a numbness that was chilling him to the bone, closing around his heart, threatening to stop it, and pulling his very mind to its breaking point with it.
Snapping him out of his moment, a flash of movement and the soft step of boots startled him. Going for his pistol, he stopped short as he noticed the sleek rifle barrel aimed at him. Stepping out into the light, a woman dressed in the same red uniform as the intruders came from inside Aurora's Room. In his shock, he had forgotten to check the rest of the dwelling, leaving himself open to this situation. Another mistake was made on the pile Jason had already made.
The female looked to be in her 20s, maybe 30s, but the Fel-Atra could never tell with humans. However, neither her age nor her gender mattered. The rifle in her hands, her proximity, and the wound to Sel's chest were all Jason needed. "Did you do this?" he barked, his voice full of venom. The rage was evident in the husky growl. At that moment, although he usually sounded no different than any man, Jason was a monster. The unnatural huskiness of a Fel-Atra showing its ugly head.
"So what if I did? We have no use for the Inflicted. We did her a favor."
Jason's teeth gnashed together as he held back an animalistic growl. Every part of him wanted to rip this human apart. To nail her limbs to the wall as a warning to all her kind. But that rifle, the instrument of death even a Fel-Atra feared, kept him rooted to the floor. "Now stand, slowly take off your cloak, turn around, and walk towards me. Reach for anything, and I will shoot you."
Jason could tell she wasn't lying; an amateur would be shaking at the thought of taking someone's life; this woman was as cold as ice with not an ounce of sway in her weapon. No fear, at least not yet. Standing up, he unclasped the cloak from around his neck, letting the thick fur fall to the ground around his feet.
As soon as the soldier saw Jason's pointed ears and beast-like eyes, her stance changed. The scent of fear filled the small living enclosure. Making her first mistake, she stepped forward and brought her sight closer to her face. Her sense of preservation overcame logic, and it would most likely be fatal.
Moving as she pulled the trigger, Jason batted the rifle away with his left-hand mere moments before it went off. The shot echoed across the cabin, deafening him in the process. Not letting that stop him, he followed through, grabbing the woman by the neck. Raising her high up into the air, she struggled, dropping her rifle. Unrelenting, he held her there, determined to squeeze the life out of her before blinding pain shot through his abdomen.
The woman had managed to pull a dagger from her belt and had stabbed into his midsection, the blade lodging itself into the dense layer of muscle. Reacting on instinct, he threw the woman against the wall, her head snapping back against the log surface with a loud crack. Going against all medical advice he had ever been given, Jason grabbed the hilt of the short blade and pulled it from his abs, grunting and cursing as it came free. Luckily, due to being a Fel-Atra, the wound barely bled for its size, but it didn't help with the searing pain nor the gaping opening for bacteria.
"Fucking bitch," Stepping back for a moment, Jason grabbed the discarded rifle off the floor and turned back to the dazed woman. She couldn't even lock onto the approaching warrior as he walked over to her or even defend herself as he placed the barrel of the gun against her forehead. "Is this how you did her in? Wait, no, you shot her through the heart; you wanted to watch her suffer, didn't you."
Moving the gun, Jason pressed it into her chest just over her heart. The soldier tried to push it away, to do anything to keep living, but the warrior above her was showing no mercy, the piercing silver gaze judging her when he had no right. "Pleas.." She never even finished begging for her life before Jason pulled the trigger, just as she had already done twice before. Her body buckled as the first bullet tore through her. The second shot was personal, straight to the skull, ending her before she could even bleed out.
Even with there being no chance of the soldier still living, Jason didn't stop, pulling the trigger again and again; he emptied the gun into her. Each shot tore a hole through her corpse. She had taken his life from her; the person who had mattered the most to him was lying on the floor behind him. What gave her the right to do this... Why? Hearing nothing but clicks, Jason raised the gun, ready to bash the mutilated body before he saw what he had done. Blood staining the once-happy abode they had shared as a family. Guts clinging to spintered wood. The body didn't even have a head anymore with its contents, well... located everywhere.
Turning, he looked back at Sel's corpse and then back down to the gun in his hand. Clenching it tightly in his hand, the metal frame bent slightly before he finally, in another fit of rage, threw it at the desecrated body. "Who the fuck are y'all," he growled, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the dead body. But her friend standing outside the front doorway was a different story. He would answer every question Jason had.
The man didn't even have the decency to answer the Fel-Atra questions; the soldier took one look at the warrior and what he had done to the woman and aimed at Jason, ready to claim his life. Not giving him a chance, Jason flipped the solid oak table and dove behind the cover as the soldier opened up on him. Automatic fire sprayed the table, with shrapnel flying all around his head.
Not waiting to be shot, Jason spun around, kicked the table, and sent it flying across the room. The man couldn't react in time, and the table caught him, crushing him between the wall and the hardened oak slab. He had almost got knocked out the door, but his luck had not held up with half his body wedged through the door frame. Even with most of his body broken, he was trying to reach out the door to men running to help him.
Even so, it was too late to save him from the otherworldly warrior only feet away. Rushing him, Jason kicked the table again, this time pulverizing the soldier. These people had invaded his home and killed innocent villagers, his wife, and possibly both his best friends. They deserved no mercy. The men outside stopped immediately, unable to determine what they had just witnessed. These were obviously not from any land that often dealt with the Fel-Atra, raising even more questions about them.
Watching as they responded by chunking something, Jason ducked back into cover, expecting some explosive as a metal cylinder flew through the partially open doorway.
Unexpectedly, the object clattered against the far wall, coming harmlessly to a stop before expelling thick white smoke, which quickly filled the room. It stung Jason's throat and clouded his vision. It felt like the fires of hell burned inside him with every breath, and his eyes watered without end. What kind of magic was this? Looking around, he tried to find the devil's cylinder, but it was pointless in the thick haze. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Taking the only remaining option, Jason fumbled across the room, glad he had lived here forever and knew the layout like his own body. Scrambling against the wall, he finally grabbed a decorative shield, a keepsake from one of his many raids. It was nothing special, but he would take what he could get right now. Prepared as he would ever, he staggered through the fog toward the light of day, seeing as it was the only thing he could truly focus on.
Ripping away the broken table, Jason stumbled out of the house, almost crashing to his knee as he breathed his first breath of fresh air. His head had been getting light from whatever gas the weapon was plaguing the air with tinges of black floating around his vision. He had already been having a hard time controlling his breathing with a tear in his abdomen, and these assholes weren't helping. Though, as the saying goes, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Now that he was outside, Jason could see what he was dealing with. Several soldiers, all wearing that same blaster uniform, lined outside in the communal garden area, all holding life-threatening weapons that happened to be pointed at him.
Stumbling over, Jason crashed to the ground before Sel's lifeless body. Carefully, he turned her body over to see her face, and just as he had feared, lifeless brown eyes stared up at him. Selena's gown was covered in her own blood, from where he couldn't tell, but Jason didn't want to know. This wasn't just any dead body, and he couldn't treat it like that. Staring down at her, his emotion swirled around him; he was lost, staring into her glossy brown eyes. How could this have happened? Why wasn't he here to protect her? As her husband, his duty was to protect her above all else. How could he have failed?
Taking her hand, it was cold to the touch, the only movement coming from the shake of his own hands, trembling with perhaps grief. Angushish? Rage? Jason couldn't tell; all he knew was a numbness that was chilling him to the bone, closing around his heart, threatening to stop it, and pulling his very mind to its breaking point with it.
Snapping him out of his moment, a flash of movement and the soft step of boots startled him. Going for his pistol, he stopped short as he noticed the sleek rifle barrel aimed at him. Stepping out into the light, a woman dressed in the same red uniform as the intruders came from inside Aurora's Room. In his shock, he had forgotten to check the rest of the dwelling, leaving himself open to this situation. Another mistake was made on the pile Jason had already made.
The female looked to be in her 20s, maybe 30s, but the Fel-Atra could never tell with humans. However, neither her age nor her gender mattered. The rifle in her hands, her proximity, and the wound to Sel's chest were all Jason needed. "Did you do this?" he barked, his voice full of venom. The rage was evident in the husky growl. At that moment, although he usually sounded no different than any man, Jason was a monster. The unnatural huskiness of a Fel-Atra showing its ugly head.
"So what if I did? We have no use for the Inflicted. We did her a favor."
Jason's teeth gnashed together as he held back an animalistic growl. Every part of him wanted to rip this human apart. To nail her limbs to the wall as a warning to all her kind. But that rifle, the instrument of death even a Fel-Atra feared, kept him rooted to the floor. "Now stand, slowly take off your cloak, turn around, and walk towards me. Reach for anything, and I will shoot you."
Jason could tell she wasn't lying; an amateur would be shaking at the thought of taking someone's life; this woman was as cold as ice with not an ounce of sway in her weapon. No fear, at least not yet. Standing up, he unclasped the cloak from around his neck, letting the thick fur fall to the ground around his feet.
As soon as the soldier saw Jason's pointed ears and beast-like eyes, her stance changed. The scent of fear filled the small living enclosure. Making her first mistake, she stepped forward and brought her sight closer to her face. Her sense of preservation overcame logic, and it would most likely be fatal.
Moving as she pulled the trigger, Jason batted the rifle away with his left-hand mere moments before it went off. The shot echoed across the cabin, deafening him in the process. Not letting that stop him, he followed through, grabbing the woman by the neck. Raising her high up into the air, she struggled, dropping her rifle. Unrelenting, he held her there, determined to squeeze the life out of her before blinding pain shot through his abdomen.
The woman had managed to pull a dagger from her belt and had stabbed into his midsection, the blade lodging itself into the dense layer of muscle. Reacting on instinct, he threw the woman against the wall, her head snapping back against the log surface with a loud crack. Going against all medical advice he had ever been given, Jason grabbed the hilt of the short blade and pulled it from his abs, grunting and cursing as it came free. Luckily, due to being a Fel-Atra, the wound barely bled for its size, but it didn't help with the searing pain nor the gaping opening for bacteria.
"Fucking bitch," Stepping back for a moment, Jason grabbed the discarded rifle off the floor and turned back to the dazed woman. She couldn't even lock onto the approaching warrior as he walked over to her or even defend herself as he placed the barrel of the gun against her forehead. "Is this how you did her in? Wait, no, you shot her through the heart; you wanted to watch her suffer, didn't you."
Moving the gun, Jason pressed it into her chest just over her heart. The soldier tried to push it away, to do anything to keep living, but the warrior above her was showing no mercy, the piercing silver gaze judging her when he had no right. "Pleas.." She never even finished begging for her life before Jason pulled the trigger, just as she had already done twice before. Her body buckled as the first bullet tore through her. The second shot was personal, straight to the skull, ending her before she could even bleed out.
Even with there being no chance of the soldier still living, Jason didn't stop, pulling the trigger again and again; he emptied the gun into her. Each shot tore a hole through her corpse. She had taken his life from her; the person who had mattered the most to him was lying on the floor behind him. What gave her the right to do this... Why? Hearing nothing but clicks, Jason raised the gun, ready to bash the mutilated body before he saw what he had done. Blood staining the once-happy abode they had shared as a family. Guts clinging to spintered wood. The body didn't even have a head anymore with its contents, well... located everywhere.
Turning, he looked back at Sel's corpse and then back down to the gun in his hand. Clenching it tightly in his hand, the metal frame bent slightly before he finally, in another fit of rage, threw it at the desecrated body. "Who the fuck are y'all," he growled, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the dead body. But her friend standing outside the front doorway was a different story. He would answer every question Jason had.
The man didn't even have the decency to answer the Fel-Atra questions; the soldier took one look at the warrior and what he had done to the woman and aimed at Jason, ready to claim his life. Not giving him a chance, Jason flipped the solid oak table and dove behind the cover as the soldier opened up on him. Automatic fire sprayed the table, with shrapnel flying all around his head.
Not waiting to be shot, Jason spun around, kicked the table, and sent it flying across the room. The man couldn't react in time, and the table caught him, crushing him between the wall and the hardened oak slab. He had almost got knocked out the door, but his luck had not held up with half his body wedged through the door frame. Even with most of his body broken, he was trying to reach out the door to men running to help him.
Even so, it was too late to save him from the otherworldly warrior only feet away. Rushing him, Jason kicked the table again, this time pulverizing the soldier. These people had invaded his home and killed innocent villagers, his wife, and possibly both his best friends. They deserved no mercy. The men outside stopped immediately, unable to determine what they had just witnessed. These were obviously not from any land that often dealt with the Fel-Atra, raising even more questions about them.
Watching as they responded by chunking something, Jason ducked back into cover, expecting some explosive as a metal cylinder flew through the partially open doorway.
Unexpectedly, the object clattered against the far wall, coming harmlessly to a stop before expelling thick white smoke, which quickly filled the room. It stung Jason's throat and clouded his vision. It felt like the fires of hell burned inside him with every breath, and his eyes watered without end. What kind of magic was this? Looking around, he tried to find the devil's cylinder, but it was pointless in the thick haze. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Taking the only remaining option, Jason fumbled across the room, glad he had lived here forever and knew the layout like his own body. Scrambling against the wall, he finally grabbed a decorative shield, a keepsake from one of his many raids. It was nothing special, but he would take what he could get right now. Prepared as he would ever, he staggered through the fog toward the light of day, seeing as it was the only thing he could truly focus on.
Ripping away the broken table, Jason stumbled out of the house, almost crashing to his knee as he breathed his first breath of fresh air. His head had been getting light from whatever gas the weapon was plaguing the air with tinges of black floating around his vision. He had already been having a hard time controlling his breathing with a tear in his abdomen, and these assholes weren't helping. Though, as the saying goes, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Now that he was outside, Jason could see what he was dealing with. Several soldiers, all wearing that same blaster uniform, lined outside in the communal garden area, all holding life-threatening weapons that happened to be pointed at him.
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