RainingRose
Stardust
Inner Sanctum Nobility
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You must be looking for a writing partner, welcome.
If you are interested in any ideas that I have up there or have some of your own, shoot me a message and I would be happy to talk it over with you!
PLEASE don't post here.
Here are some details about me that may help you decide if I am the right fit for you:
My Style
Activity
Currently, I am active at least once a day if not more often than that. There is a time where I will sit and reply quickly after each of yours. I am in school so when term starts/ends things will change.
Ideas: my preferred role is in bold
These are just generic, jumping-off points. I'm happy to discuss things not on this list. I do some fandoms but its hit or miss, so throw them at me anyway.
SoL, Romance, Supernatural, Mythical, taboo,
ALL PLOTS CAN BE MxF OR FxF (I am not well versed or experienced in FxF but I am happy to give it a try).
I am sure there are more ideas floating in my brain but I am lacking in pulling them out. I'll update this as they decide to come to life
Plots
If you are interested in any ideas that I have up there or have some of your own, shoot me a message and I would be happy to talk it over with you!
PLEASE don't post here.
Here are some details about me that may help you decide if I am the right fit for you:
My Style
- I mostly write 3rd person perspective.
- I struggle when there are overly tragic/dramatic background stories for characters, I prefer that they're worked through and approved by both people, just to help prevent it ruling the story or being heavy on one side than the other.
- Any Mature themes are not a problem—limits can be discussed prior to or during the story
- No underage characters nor partners with any allowance
- Story vs Smut ratio— I like both, give me a story with the smut, I don't really have a set ratio
- I would say I'm a semi-lit to lit roleplayer. 1-4 paragraphs per reply, but this can change depending on context (shorter or lengthier replies are OK due to circumstance. If there is going to be something like a single-worded reply that you want, I can help you figure out how to describe other things such as tone of voice, body language, etc.) I've worked both on short things and on long replies. (You can see some of my longer works in the thread The Scent and other past works linked in my signature.)
- ^^I tend to match what I am given. If I have no idea how I want to describe something I will throw an image in as an attachment or under spoiler in lieu of a detailed description but I am working on this and getting better. Sometimes though, images help.
- I prefer that there is no text talk when actual role-play is taking place (unless within context say the characters are texting, I use different font form usually for those). I feel the story flows better with complete sentences.
- Let's talk things out. I get bad days, we all have them and if you just need to vent and send a message off to let me know
- F-list - Warning
Activity
Currently, I am active at least once a day if not more often than that. There is a time where I will sit and reply quickly after each of yours. I am in school so when term starts/ends things will change.
Ideas: my preferred role is in bold
These are just generic, jumping-off points. I'm happy to discuss things not on this list. I do some fandoms but its hit or miss, so throw them at me anyway.
- ANY Slice Of Life
·college girl x gang leader- · human x supernatural/shifter/werewolf(tiger ect)/vampire ect
- Alpha x Human
- · human OC x Brother from BDB
- · human x demon king/ ruler of hell
- · regular girl x king/prince
- · bondage sub
- · Sugar baby x older wo/man
- · regular girl x god
- · regular girl x angel/demon
- · neko x rich/upper-class male
- · Girl x older brothers best friend
SoL, Romance, Supernatural, Mythical, taboo,
ALL PLOTS CAN BE MxF OR FxF (I am not well versed or experienced in FxF but I am happy to give it a try).
I am sure there are more ideas floating in my brain but I am lacking in pulling them out. I'll update this as they decide to come to life
Plots
Oaken is a twenty-three-year-old witch. She has been since she was born to a long line of them, the females of the family carrying the magic. Magic does not work the way that movies show you. Plants don't magically grow, people don't turn into frogs (come on, conservation of mass), and no, a witch can't make you fall in love because who would manipulate free will. Instead, they provide medicines and healing more often than not. Usually contracted for one of the other species of the supernatural world to act as their live-in doctor. Sure, most supernatural creatures had a doctor of their own trained in medical matters, but sometimes a magic-infused salve helps solve the mysteries of slow healing.
Recently, the small community of wolf shifters put an ad out looking for a new healer. Their doctor is getting old, granted shifters live longer than humans like many other types of the supernatural, he is going on his three hundred and fourth year of life. Their Alpha, (YC) is in charge of the hiring process. He knows what his people need, and what they will need. YC's been Alpha of the pack for over one hundred years but looks not even a day past thirty-five. With only one applicant, and men coming back from hunting excursions wounded, it couldn't hurt hiring her on to protect his people. But, it isn't just the wounded that causes concern. Plenty of the men don't have a second half, and the moon is almost full. He isn't immune to the effect the moon has on his wolf, but protecting her may mean putting his 'never taking a mate' life motto in jeopardy.
Shifters have-- increased strength, speed, enhanced senses (sight, smell, taste, hearing), ability to shift to their anima; (large canine, bear, large feline)
Oaken Koritsky
Age- 23
S/o: straight
Type: Witch
Blood Type: AB- (rarest)
Powers: Healing, nature manipulation(flora and fauna included)
Family(deceased)- Luke (father Vet ), Amalee (mother, nurse)
Education: Bachelor's in Nursing, Associates of Science in Natural Medicine
Occupation: Care coordinator
Birthday- May 3rd
Recently, the small community of wolf shifters put an ad out looking for a new healer. Their doctor is getting old, granted shifters live longer than humans like many other types of the supernatural, he is going on his three hundred and fourth year of life. Their Alpha, (YC) is in charge of the hiring process. He knows what his people need, and what they will need. YC's been Alpha of the pack for over one hundred years but looks not even a day past thirty-five. With only one applicant, and men coming back from hunting excursions wounded, it couldn't hurt hiring her on to protect his people. But, it isn't just the wounded that causes concern. Plenty of the men don't have a second half, and the moon is almost full. He isn't immune to the effect the moon has on his wolf, but protecting her may mean putting his 'never taking a mate' life motto in jeopardy.
Shifters have-- increased strength, speed, enhanced senses (sight, smell, taste, hearing), ability to shift to their anima; (large canine, bear, large feline)
Oaken Koritsky
Age- 23
S/o: straight
Type: Witch
Blood Type: AB- (rarest)
Powers: Healing, nature manipulation(flora and fauna included)
Family(deceased)- Luke (father Vet ), Amalee (mother, nurse)
Education: Bachelor's in Nursing, Associates of Science in Natural Medicine
Occupation: Care coordinator
Birthday- May 3rd
Dali Carver is your basic everyday 21 year old...minus the whole wolf half. A wolf that belongs to the Cedar Ridge pack she is often seen on the fringes. After losing her mother and older siblings her father is more than protective, as no one as worthy of his only child. Her father is Beta in the pack, keeping her sequestered inside pack lands. She finds joy in her garden and in her books, most often seen with one tucked under her arm. When the hard-eyed feared Alpha returns to the town she keeps her distance, appearing once for an introduction... When sparks fly as their skin touch nothing will be the same in her once simple life
I am looking for someone to play a hard personality almost ruthless male Alpha. Details can be discussed in PM.
Name- Dali Carver
Age- 21
Height- 5'4
Weight 153.6 lbs
Eye color- Light Green
Hair Color/Fur- Woody Brown
Likes- outdoors, gardening, plants, books, music (classical), hand to hand combat (not allowed by father)
Dislikes- large gatherings of people, being scared, being bossed around, being chaperoned, being ordered around
Family-Father (Beta) the rest deceased
Religion: Spiritual
Temperament- Kind, caring, soft-spoken, loving, known to be a "viper"
Biography: After her family was slaughtered during a pack war she was left the only one alive along with her father to carry on the line. Her father having ruled on the Alphas absence he easily backs down when he returns. Wanting to avoid him at all costs she is not thrilled by her father's order to show him around the pack lands and get him whatever he needs.
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"Dali! The alpha has returned!" Her father spoke excitedly at the breakfast table. "He will be here at any moment for an update and to meet you. I told him that you would be willing to show him the boundries-"
A groan met her father's enthusiasm, "He should be able to tell those himself. Can't you, you know, leave me out of the politics? I want to just go to the gard--"
"No. You are my only blood, and you will do this. After all. He is your age. I may be Beta but he is the Alpha and his word is law now that he has joined us."
The doorbell then rang, echoing through the small home. Her father jumped up from the table, hurriedly clearing their dishes before reminding her how to sit, speak and act. As the doorbell rang a second time she listened to her father scurry down the hall, pulling open the heavy front door.
"Alpha!" Her father would then bow his head. "Please come in, my daughter is here for you to meet before we get down to business."
Dali took a deep breath and reminded herself that slaughtering her father was not an option. She didn't bow her head like an obedient female as the Alpha walked into the home. This was her home, and even the Alpha wouldn't take that from her, even if her father shot her a hard glare as he led the man into the dining room.
I am looking for someone to play a hard personality almost ruthless male Alpha. Details can be discussed in PM.
Name- Dali Carver
Age- 21
Height- 5'4
Weight 153.6 lbs
Eye color- Light Green
Hair Color/Fur- Woody Brown
Likes- outdoors, gardening, plants, books, music (classical), hand to hand combat (not allowed by father)
Dislikes- large gatherings of people, being scared, being bossed around, being chaperoned, being ordered around
Family-Father (Beta) the rest deceased
Religion: Spiritual
Temperament- Kind, caring, soft-spoken, loving, known to be a "viper"
Biography: After her family was slaughtered during a pack war she was left the only one alive along with her father to carry on the line. Her father having ruled on the Alphas absence he easily backs down when he returns. Wanting to avoid him at all costs she is not thrilled by her father's order to show him around the pack lands and get him whatever he needs.
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"Dali! The alpha has returned!" Her father spoke excitedly at the breakfast table. "He will be here at any moment for an update and to meet you. I told him that you would be willing to show him the boundries-"
A groan met her father's enthusiasm, "He should be able to tell those himself. Can't you, you know, leave me out of the politics? I want to just go to the gard--"
"No. You are my only blood, and you will do this. After all. He is your age. I may be Beta but he is the Alpha and his word is law now that he has joined us."
The doorbell then rang, echoing through the small home. Her father jumped up from the table, hurriedly clearing their dishes before reminding her how to sit, speak and act. As the doorbell rang a second time she listened to her father scurry down the hall, pulling open the heavy front door.
"Alpha!" Her father would then bow his head. "Please come in, my daughter is here for you to meet before we get down to business."
Dali took a deep breath and reminded herself that slaughtering her father was not an option. She didn't bow her head like an obedient female as the Alpha walked into the home. This was her home, and even the Alpha wouldn't take that from her, even if her father shot her a hard glare as he led the man into the dining room.
Contrary to popular belief, Hell isn't ruled by a king. Instead, it's ruled by one of his descendants, the last one. Who just so happens to be a Queenless.
But that doesn't mean there aren't eyes on someone with demon blood coursing through her human body who can fill the position.
With fire red hair and piercing moss eyes, her porcelain completion strikes fear into anyone in the underworld who comes upon her in her world. Rumors of her oddity even made their way to the depths in way of tales and stories.
But the humans who spoke such tails were wrong about many things. She may be a tattooed, pierced bartender who will use your beer bottle against you, but she may have a soft inside.
But, the woman's birthday is approaching. The year of power, it's known between the realms. The night three years since she took the eyes throne. The king needs to make a decision, keep her for courting or leave her back in the world of the humans to be hunted later for her demon blood and found a demon husband.
Due to an old law the men of the bloodline had left in place to ensure offspring of all, the king has to take a mate before the sun rises the next day after he has had the thrown for so many years.
The independent men of a realm had to take a wife. But, there were requirements. A guard group set by men generations back was let loose across the realms to find a female who fit the requirements.
What will the king decide? Keep the tatted woman for his queen or forfeit her off to some other demon lord.
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Name: Vienna or V
Age: 21
Height: 5'4"
Eye color: Moss green
Skin tint: Snow
Hair color: Raven Wing Black
Piercings: triple pierced ear lobes, two on her left cartilage, one on the right. Center nose.
Tattoos: along each arm are vines with colored flowers. Wrapped up and around her lower legs were a pair of snakes intertwined, above her heart was the knot of Brighid(Celtic goddess) in the center of a large deer print
Scars: along her back from past partners abusing her-scars from whips and belts. Along her arms and legs scars from restraints, cigars, matches and even too hot candle wax-again all from her past boyfriends
Likes: animals of all kinds, books, fuzzy soft things, snakes, cuddling, anything sweet, being told she's doing a great job
Dislikes: sour food other than warhead candy, being in positions where she has to relive the torture from her past
Bio: At 17, she entered into a relationship with a man from her past highschool. Introduced to BDSM, and the life, she was soon tortured, passed around and used to her boyfriend's enjoyment until she moved away-dropping everything and disappearing. Because of her past, she can put up with anything, and when she loves someone, she will stick it out. She escaped that life, moved across the country and now takes the nightshift at a rowdy bar.
But that doesn't mean there aren't eyes on someone with demon blood coursing through her human body who can fill the position.
With fire red hair and piercing moss eyes, her porcelain completion strikes fear into anyone in the underworld who comes upon her in her world. Rumors of her oddity even made their way to the depths in way of tales and stories.
But the humans who spoke such tails were wrong about many things. She may be a tattooed, pierced bartender who will use your beer bottle against you, but she may have a soft inside.
But, the woman's birthday is approaching. The year of power, it's known between the realms. The night three years since she took the eyes throne. The king needs to make a decision, keep her for courting or leave her back in the world of the humans to be hunted later for her demon blood and found a demon husband.
Due to an old law the men of the bloodline had left in place to ensure offspring of all, the king has to take a mate before the sun rises the next day after he has had the thrown for so many years.
The independent men of a realm had to take a wife. But, there were requirements. A guard group set by men generations back was let loose across the realms to find a female who fit the requirements.
What will the king decide? Keep the tatted woman for his queen or forfeit her off to some other demon lord.
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Name: Vienna or V
Age: 21
Height: 5'4"
Eye color: Moss green
Skin tint: Snow
Hair color: Raven Wing Black
Piercings: triple pierced ear lobes, two on her left cartilage, one on the right. Center nose.
Tattoos: along each arm are vines with colored flowers. Wrapped up and around her lower legs were a pair of snakes intertwined, above her heart was the knot of Brighid(Celtic goddess) in the center of a large deer print
Scars: along her back from past partners abusing her-scars from whips and belts. Along her arms and legs scars from restraints, cigars, matches and even too hot candle wax-again all from her past boyfriends
Likes: animals of all kinds, books, fuzzy soft things, snakes, cuddling, anything sweet, being told she's doing a great job
Dislikes: sour food other than warhead candy, being in positions where she has to relive the torture from her past
Bio: At 17, she entered into a relationship with a man from her past highschool. Introduced to BDSM, and the life, she was soon tortured, passed around and used to her boyfriend's enjoyment until she moved away-dropping everything and disappearing. Because of her past, she can put up with anything, and when she loves someone, she will stick it out. She escaped that life, moved across the country and now takes the nightshift at a rowdy bar.
Asena had a good life before it came crashing around her.
When the Founder and CEO of the major gaming/streaming platform KIN (and company) passes away, Asena is startled to find a businessman and a lawyer at her door mear hours after news broke to the public. Turns out, the life she's lived was all based on a lie.
Asena's mother had raised her working two jobs until she passed away from cancer. Prior to her birth, her mother had been a for hire high-end escort, with one very exclusive client, Mr. Garth Kavinsky himself. Turns out, his will professed the love he had for the one he let get away, and his bastard daughter. Those who show up on her door drop a bomb onto her life--She's moving, entering a whole new lifestyle she'd never thought about before. Now living at a private estate, a person to fulfill for her every desire she would much rather just get out for some time on her own. After sneaking out one night and returning home with a crowd of reporters, she's assigned a personal bodyguard.
When the Founder and CEO of the major gaming/streaming platform KIN (and company) passes away, Asena is startled to find a businessman and a lawyer at her door mear hours after news broke to the public. Turns out, the life she's lived was all based on a lie.
Asena's mother had raised her working two jobs until she passed away from cancer. Prior to her birth, her mother had been a for hire high-end escort, with one very exclusive client, Mr. Garth Kavinsky himself. Turns out, his will professed the love he had for the one he let get away, and his bastard daughter. Those who show up on her door drop a bomb onto her life--She's moving, entering a whole new lifestyle she'd never thought about before. Now living at a private estate, a person to fulfill for her every desire she would much rather just get out for some time on her own. After sneaking out one night and returning home with a crowd of reporters, she's assigned a personal bodyguard.
Long before humanity had electricity, the world was run by gods and their followers. Ancient temples once kept in the best quality now lay in ruins. Gods have faded from once the most powerful beings into the background of everyday life. Still, with all of their powers, they longingly look over their lost homes hoping for something to spark them into life once more. As the modern-day came to life, they watched empires rise and fall. They've kept up with everything, most gods, and even have found their life partners. But, as time passes they are getting lonely with only their kind for company.
But, one rainy day a soaked woman steps into a set of ruins her family protects on their land and spills virgin blood. This awakens the temple from a long-dead sleep. Unknowingly, she just pledged herself to the gods of the temple. and they do not intend for her to leave alone. When she manages to get through the magic that should have kept her in the walls, they must hunt her down and make her keep her promise...to both of them.
Rayne Honor Malum, on the other hand, wants nothing to do with her family history. Protect the ruins, follow the old gods...blah blah blah blah... A quiet place to read is all she wants in life. Away from the males in her family and her ever nagging mother. Read...just let her read and study on her own in her own ways.
After a particularly bad sparring session with an older brother, she takes off into the woods and ends up somewhere no one has been in years. The ruins are almost overgrown, but she moves her way through the fauna to hide underneath a fallen stone wall. Her body bleeds and aches, eyes bloodshot with tears she curls under the stone to hide. Her blood oozes into the stone she rests against as her wounds begin the process of healing.
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Name: Rayne Honor Malum
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 145
Appearance:
But, one rainy day a soaked woman steps into a set of ruins her family protects on their land and spills virgin blood. This awakens the temple from a long-dead sleep. Unknowingly, she just pledged herself to the gods of the temple. and they do not intend for her to leave alone. When she manages to get through the magic that should have kept her in the walls, they must hunt her down and make her keep her promise...to both of them.
Rayne Honor Malum, on the other hand, wants nothing to do with her family history. Protect the ruins, follow the old gods...blah blah blah blah... A quiet place to read is all she wants in life. Away from the males in her family and her ever nagging mother. Read...just let her read and study on her own in her own ways.
After a particularly bad sparring session with an older brother, she takes off into the woods and ends up somewhere no one has been in years. The ruins are almost overgrown, but she moves her way through the fauna to hide underneath a fallen stone wall. Her body bleeds and aches, eyes bloodshot with tears she curls under the stone to hide. Her blood oozes into the stone she rests against as her wounds begin the process of healing.
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Name: Rayne Honor Malum
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 145
Appearance:
This is a started idea but changed out. The background for the male is : werebear/Viking male who has his own hundreds of acres of land that he works/hunts-sells meat/hides to town/ event rents for cell towers : but that can easily be altered. He is solitary and stuck in his ways, not looking for a mate as he possibly lost long ago and figures you only get one in your life.
The plan was to have them get stranded back in his cabin during a mountain snowstorm, leaving them no choice but to ride it out together... there was the thought of maybe having her have a shifter in her that was tucked back and could only be brought to the surface through being around another dominant/alpha shifter who would be her mate. There were thoughts that possibly she'd enter heat during being stuck together and them having to wing it, him telling her about being a shifter and all that... or that she left and tried to put it behind her but he would track her down in the woods later due to being mates...
Lots of places the story could go. Please let me know if you are interested, the starter is below. if you prefer to read the beginning of the thread i also included the link.
The plan was to have them get stranded back in his cabin during a mountain snowstorm, leaving them no choice but to ride it out together... there was the thought of maybe having her have a shifter in her that was tucked back and could only be brought to the surface through being around another dominant/alpha shifter who would be her mate. There were thoughts that possibly she'd enter heat during being stuck together and them having to wing it, him telling her about being a shifter and all that... or that she left and tried to put it behind her but he would track her down in the woods later due to being mates...
Lots of places the story could go. Please let me know if you are interested, the starter is below. if you prefer to read the beginning of the thread i also included the link.
https://writerssanctum.com/threads/bears-ghost-antebellumxrrose.20556/#post-596677
@Antebellum
Deya pulled the cord through the eyelets on her hiking boots, drawing them tight on her feet and ankles as she laced them up. She tucked her socks around the skintight black leggings she wore beneath her dark jeans, and the jean cuffs over the boots. She really, really didn't want to risk catching a tick or other insect while out walking that day.
Her long-sleeved shirt was tucked into the waistband of her jeans, hugging her curve form. Shaped like a full-figured hourglass, she was somewhere between the ideal look. Media across the world flaunted the skinny, blonde, tan women, and muscle-built men... Deya didn't fit that. With double D breasts and full hips and a bit of a tummy, she blended into the crowd.
She rolled her sleeping bag back up and added it to the bottom of her camping pack. She'd been on the mountain for about a week now, foraging, learning, just taking time away from the busy city she'd come to despise. Growing up there, bouncing from foster home to group home after she'd been dropped at a hospital safe haven she'd finally been adopted by an older couple who wanted "to do something good for someone unable to do it themself".
This couple lived in a well of an apartment building, the penthouse with a private elevator... and Deya had everything she could ever want... being adopted at nine had been a challenge to adjust to the well off lifestyle... She was self-sufficient, making sure to work for what she wanted and save up money she could as she didn't use it.
Growing up in the city she'd turned to nature as an escape, and her family had been more than happy to send her off to nature camp after nature camp, summer camp, and private schooling through the years. She had come to love the mountains through her parents preferred a penthouse on a beach for vacation.
Three years ago, they'd been caught in a typhoon coming back from some islands. The small charter plane went down and they'd been declared dead... bodies washing ashore weeks later. She'd identified them when they'd been returned to the states, taking what belongings they'd found a home to the now quiet, and unused penthouse... It'd turned into a ghost town for her, and she wasn't able to stand it much longer.
She was looking at buying land in the mountains, building a small home to live in. She could be a Department of Natural Resources officer with a little more training. She could live in the mountains and be an officer there for all the hikers, campers, and more.
She was out exploring this land, and she pulled the camp-pack onto her back as she secured the straps across her chest. Three straps secured the bag to her body that wasn't over her shoulders. Above her breasts, below and around her hips. The sleeping bag rested against her ass as she walked. The bag was stuffed with everything she could need, food items such as jerky and nuts and protein-rich foods in one pocket. Iodine in another to purify water that wasn't clean or a life-straw she'd found at the camp store. A small camp stove and reusable fire starter hung off, as well as another waterproof firestarter in one of the smaller front pockets. A single person tent took up most of the space and added most of the weight.
She wore jeans and a thicker jacket over the long sleeves, leggings, and thick socks inside her boots. She carried bug spray and sunscreen, a salve for wounds, and a small first aid kit as well. She carried her cellphone, though it was off tucked away with its solar charger in case she needed help.
Bears roamed the woods after all.
As she walked along the side of the mountain she followed small game trails, collecting berries and identifying the plants and animals as she went. The day moved slowly, and she made decent progress as she walked at the quick pace of two and a half miles an hour through the foliage.
As the day turned to dusk, and the chill of night began to seep through her thicker clothes she could smell smoke, and her brows furrowed. She wasn't aware of any cabins... not that the map had all the borders and locations of owned private land. She followed her nose, her steps quiet and careful as always as she drew nearer.
Spotting the cabin she set her pack off against a tree before drawing near. The fire told her someone was around, though they may be returning just as the night gained on them. Finding what she expected to be the front door, she noted the long deep gashes that ran parallel to the sides... bear claw marks.
Her heart lurched at the thought of the person inside fighting off a bear alone... she'd seen the huge prints as she'd drawn closer...
Steeling any resolve she had, Deya reached up and knocked firmly on the door. Maybe they'd let her camp out for the night that was no doubt going to be colder than what she'd been warned of.
@Antebellum
Deya pulled the cord through the eyelets on her hiking boots, drawing them tight on her feet and ankles as she laced them up. She tucked her socks around the skintight black leggings she wore beneath her dark jeans, and the jean cuffs over the boots. She really, really didn't want to risk catching a tick or other insect while out walking that day.
Her long-sleeved shirt was tucked into the waistband of her jeans, hugging her curve form. Shaped like a full-figured hourglass, she was somewhere between the ideal look. Media across the world flaunted the skinny, blonde, tan women, and muscle-built men... Deya didn't fit that. With double D breasts and full hips and a bit of a tummy, she blended into the crowd.
She rolled her sleeping bag back up and added it to the bottom of her camping pack. She'd been on the mountain for about a week now, foraging, learning, just taking time away from the busy city she'd come to despise. Growing up there, bouncing from foster home to group home after she'd been dropped at a hospital safe haven she'd finally been adopted by an older couple who wanted "to do something good for someone unable to do it themself".
This couple lived in a well of an apartment building, the penthouse with a private elevator... and Deya had everything she could ever want... being adopted at nine had been a challenge to adjust to the well off lifestyle... She was self-sufficient, making sure to work for what she wanted and save up money she could as she didn't use it.
Growing up in the city she'd turned to nature as an escape, and her family had been more than happy to send her off to nature camp after nature camp, summer camp, and private schooling through the years. She had come to love the mountains through her parents preferred a penthouse on a beach for vacation.
Three years ago, they'd been caught in a typhoon coming back from some islands. The small charter plane went down and they'd been declared dead... bodies washing ashore weeks later. She'd identified them when they'd been returned to the states, taking what belongings they'd found a home to the now quiet, and unused penthouse... It'd turned into a ghost town for her, and she wasn't able to stand it much longer.
She was looking at buying land in the mountains, building a small home to live in. She could be a Department of Natural Resources officer with a little more training. She could live in the mountains and be an officer there for all the hikers, campers, and more.
She was out exploring this land, and she pulled the camp-pack onto her back as she secured the straps across her chest. Three straps secured the bag to her body that wasn't over her shoulders. Above her breasts, below and around her hips. The sleeping bag rested against her ass as she walked. The bag was stuffed with everything she could need, food items such as jerky and nuts and protein-rich foods in one pocket. Iodine in another to purify water that wasn't clean or a life-straw she'd found at the camp store. A small camp stove and reusable fire starter hung off, as well as another waterproof firestarter in one of the smaller front pockets. A single person tent took up most of the space and added most of the weight.
She wore jeans and a thicker jacket over the long sleeves, leggings, and thick socks inside her boots. She carried bug spray and sunscreen, a salve for wounds, and a small first aid kit as well. She carried her cellphone, though it was off tucked away with its solar charger in case she needed help.
Bears roamed the woods after all.
As she walked along the side of the mountain she followed small game trails, collecting berries and identifying the plants and animals as she went. The day moved slowly, and she made decent progress as she walked at the quick pace of two and a half miles an hour through the foliage.
As the day turned to dusk, and the chill of night began to seep through her thicker clothes she could smell smoke, and her brows furrowed. She wasn't aware of any cabins... not that the map had all the borders and locations of owned private land. She followed her nose, her steps quiet and careful as always as she drew nearer.
Spotting the cabin she set her pack off against a tree before drawing near. The fire told her someone was around, though they may be returning just as the night gained on them. Finding what she expected to be the front door, she noted the long deep gashes that ran parallel to the sides... bear claw marks.
Her heart lurched at the thought of the person inside fighting off a bear alone... she'd seen the huge prints as she'd drawn closer...
Steeling any resolve she had, Deya reached up and knocked firmly on the door. Maybe they'd let her camp out for the night that was no doubt going to be colder than what she'd been warned of.