Jack Harris
Serf
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- 51
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- He
The year is 1456 AD and the armies of Vlad the Impaler are invading Transylvania. He has given strict order to punish the Transylvanian Saxons for supporting the Ottoman Empire.
The night is dark the stars burn brightly in the sky, the Saxon village plundered, bodies impaled on wooden spikes line the outskirts of the village, in the centre of the camp a large tent stands surrounded by the smaller tents of the troops, even the battle scared soldiers give the tent distance.
The tent flap opens and a mountain of a man steps out into the night, he stands at six feet and seven inches tall and is heavily muscular, his eyes are green but when hungry or excited they burn with a blood red intensity. His name is Ivan his reputation alone negates the need for any further introduction, he is second only to Vlad himself and the only person in years to see Vlad in the flesh.
The smell of burning flesh and blood fills his nostrils , he steps forward and one of the man runs then hesitates before finally approaching him, Ivan looks at him "I take it we destroyed the village, you know my feelings on failure" the man looks up at Ivan "we succeeded Sir" he stutters. A soldier leads a line of women all tied at the wrists in front of Ivan and the stuttering man "which one would you like General?" He looks at the line of around ten women and smiles "all of them"
The years is 2022 and Ivan stands in his penthouse Apartment looking across the urban landscape, many things have changed in the world but his taste for Blood, sex and violence remain.
I am looking for a longterm partner to explore this story with, I am open to discussing ideas so please pm if you are interested.
The night is dark the stars burn brightly in the sky, the Saxon village plundered, bodies impaled on wooden spikes line the outskirts of the village, in the centre of the camp a large tent stands surrounded by the smaller tents of the troops, even the battle scared soldiers give the tent distance.
The tent flap opens and a mountain of a man steps out into the night, he stands at six feet and seven inches tall and is heavily muscular, his eyes are green but when hungry or excited they burn with a blood red intensity. His name is Ivan his reputation alone negates the need for any further introduction, he is second only to Vlad himself and the only person in years to see Vlad in the flesh.
The smell of burning flesh and blood fills his nostrils , he steps forward and one of the man runs then hesitates before finally approaching him, Ivan looks at him "I take it we destroyed the village, you know my feelings on failure" the man looks up at Ivan "we succeeded Sir" he stutters. A soldier leads a line of women all tied at the wrists in front of Ivan and the stuttering man "which one would you like General?" He looks at the line of around ten women and smiles "all of them"
The years is 2022 and Ivan stands in his penthouse Apartment looking across the urban landscape, many things have changed in the world but his taste for Blood, sex and violence remain.
I am looking for a longterm partner to explore this story with, I am open to discussing ideas so please pm if you are interested.