Any m x m/f Fantasy/ Original plots/ Romance - Updated 5/24

[Hiro_]

CURRENTLY SEEKING A ROLEPLAY

What I'm looking for

A partner that takes their time with responses, I don't want something that seems rushed.

Quality over quantity is important.

Feel free to add twists or extra things not included in the main plot as long as it goes with the story.

One who can contribute otherwise I will quit the play/plotting.

I will not start an rp without some plotting into the start and world building.

I am not a frequent poster

I mostly do mxm but interested in mxf

About me
Romance plz.
I enjoy romances and angst/dramatic/dark themes, occasional fluff. I am mainly a medieval/fantasy roleplayer but I have been spreading out lately. I do enjoy a certain level of realism in my plots, such as the physics. Based in EST, I am a [Switch] who is proficient in strict dom's as well. I do not stick to one dynamic usually, I go where the story takes me. I am driven by how captivating a character is and how you write them, together. I am also driven by how interesting the story plot is[this more than anything. I also occasionally draw stuff from RPS when I'm not being lazy.

I will NOT use real face claims and please do not send me random intro posts.

FLIST

I want to plot rps for some of my ocs
OC's
Mehmet

Pairings
Demon / Angel-any
Demon Prince / Mage-slave
Daemon/ Demon Hunter
Human / Merman
King / magical advisor
King-prince-knight / knight-squire-peasant- other
Mage / Any
Knight / Enemy
Noble-human-royalty / Barbarian-hunter-other
Dragon-Villager-tamer / rider-mage-prince-thief-knight



****I am very fond of high fantasy or medieval fantasy,
Advanced cultural utopia's/Eden's, Victorian or turn of the century Edwardian settings.

Other things I like
Unrequited love / Angst / drama / thriller / Falling for the enemy / sadomasochism / blood-play / hatemance[love-hate] / dragons / tainting-corruption / Ancient civilizations/era's / medieval fantasy

If you hit me up for an rp, please make sure you know what you want before hand or at least an idea, just hitting me up saying you wanna rp but giving me nothing to work with does not work for me and I WILL Ignore you.


Basic plots and ideas
Bold are roles I'm interested in

IDEA
Model x Sculptor
A Sculptor that slowly falls in love with his model over time, though barely a word is shared but the body has a language of its own.

IDEA
A tactless mage[or other] is living in an overgrown cathedral.
A highly secretive group of mages lives in an abandoned and overgrown cathedral, tending to the grounds to keep up its haggard appearance and casting magic behind crumbling walls. Someone raised in this environment ventures into town only to witness some terrible act or unwittingly escape the destruction of the mages' home. He returns to find the cathedral in ruins, and something missing from its depths.

Trading Luxury
A xenophobic nation that sparingly lets in outsiders is surrounded by rumors of miracles birthed from its mystery. A flourishing nation of trade known well in the world, wanting to establish a route/contract with this mysterious country, sets up diplomatic relations; their goods in exchange for the nations trust.

Autocratic Romance
The last of the surviving royals of Saybir were to be hung in the main town square as the Church so deviously sought. Those of their knights that had remained loyal were to have their throats slit and their family line finished. The church's crusade against Magic and their safe havens had grown exponentially violent. Having conquered Saybir with a body count beyond imagination the streets of cobblestone ran red with the blood of the slain. Covered in death, he lamented the loss of those he cared for, friends and family alike so he swore to achieve redemption for his people; no matter the cost.

Devouring you
There is a legend of the Gagoze, a demon who attacks priests and devours them to gain more power.
Choosing a fresh youth among those new to priesthood with strong power and skill he kidnaps them and takes them to his hold, a place deep within the local forest. There he keeps the youth bound as he prepares the man for his meal.
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The Mage's idiot
A thief happens upon a seemingly abandoned home weaved into the roots of a tree deep in the wood. Trying to find a place to hide he enters the place and finds that someone actually does live there, a mage. As he tries to leave before the owner can detect him he accidentally breaks an object, bestowing a curse upon himself.

A Demon's Burden
A Demon who feeds off the negativity and suffering of others yarns for a life free of the shackles of his heritage. Wandering from village[town] to village[town] he creates discourse to sustain himself. lamenting, a man approaches him and with a single touch sedates the Demon's hunger.
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A test of Faith
A Priest is possessed and toyed with by a demon until it escalates. At some point it would stop and then the Demon would appear once more possessing another person or in its own form. I think it'd be fun to toy with the idea of him losing faith or becoming "tainted".

War and Faith
They were friends as children making a promise to always stay together always and that was how it was, them growing up side by side until their teens. One day a letter came, one of solem news. A war broke out as a neighboring country invaded the land. Scripted for war his friend left promising to return, but after 10 long years he had finally given up hope that he had been alive this time. Accepting his friend to be dead he turned to his faith for solace, believing that if he was faithful servant of God he could see his friend once more even though he was a sinner.

The Royal Condition
A young royal cursed with a degenerative disease and a fear of dying gets offered a "cure" by a wandering shaman[vampire].

A Dragon's Favour
Dragons have dual forms in these but are mostly just whispers/myths that no one truly believes.
A Prince is sent out to slay the Dragon that lay to the North in order to win the favour of his intended fiancee. Rumored to be the most brutal Dragon of the land the Prince sets out, with latent fear, to bravely confront the Dragon. In the end instead of slaying the Dragon he instead befriends it and without intending to win its favour which prompts the creature to reveal his duel form.

IDEA
"It is foggy. All the doors in the village are shut and covered in wards. An elderly sorcerer mutters incomprehensibly as a villager lays him against the door of a nearby home."

IDEA
Those who can effectively wield magic are few and far between, as the practice has fallen into disuse. Those who remain are required to keep the peace and defend the town, but it is impossible to keep people safe when you don't know what lurking outside.​

On the run
The last surviving member of his order of riders he now lives as a weak mage, if he could even be called one. Living in a conquered country where dragons and mages are either killed or captured he spends his days in isolation, save for a chance encounter with a dragon who forces a bond. Finding himself restored with magic and stronger than he was before both go on the run together because if either of them get found out they'll be caught and processed.

Misguided King
Wanting to unite the lands in order to spread unity and prosperity among them, the King and his loyal Advisor set out on a campaign to do just that.

Curse of Vērus
A mage fascinated by arcane magic finds a lost book with text on Vērus, a forgotten magic. Dedicating his time to studying it and when he thought he was ready, he tried to use the magic only for it to backfire. The raw and powerful magic had consumed him and he was transformed into a Dragon. When the Elders of Mage society learn of this they seek him and the text looking to use his ability and new form for personal gain.

Blackmail is delicious [Dragon x King/offspring]
[dragons have duel forms]
The king stopped sending mercenaries to his lair; frustrated, the dragon decides to kidnap the king's daughter/son as blackmail because it is the fastest way for the king to send more snacks.

A Dragons reward
A wizard is offering a reward for the slaying of a dragon! The dragon, naturally, feels this is unfair - it just wants the treasures that the wizard stole returned.

Blood Addict[sensitive content]
Character A is a blood-doll unaware of their trait and gets kidnapped and trafficked in vampire society. [B-D concept lore available] Character B can be the trafficker or a purchaser or even a potential mate.

Sordid Nobility
Deciding to expand his territory/power a Noble Lord targets the "Barbarian" clan that occupies a small territory to the East. Due to the Strategic Savagery at which they fight the Noble has great difficulty with them.

Idea:
The hardest part about becoming a vampire is figuring out which supernatural weaknesses are legit and which ones are just pop-culture nonsense.

The Journey North
A spiritual healer/mage who harnesses the energy of nature and turns it into magic journey's north to find a new market, but when he crosses the border to the North he is stolen away and brought to a northern prince who bares a curse that only he can break. [I wanted to play with the idea of two spirit or spirits not really in his body but a split spirit between main character's, two halves of the same coin].
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Idea:
An archaeologist on a dig comes across a sealed coffin and inside is a secret still alive.

Language of Us
He cared for that lighthouse and lived a solitary life. He was used to being alone, used to the still which surrounded him, the quiet that would drive anyone else to madness. One day as he was gazing off in the distance daydreaming he saw a man floating far beyond the shoreline. He could swear he was staring straight at him, but as soon as he blinked the man was gone. Though he thought nothing of this, for a time it was once again still. He spent his day taking care of the lighthouse and tending to the beacon, but his nights were spent in restless slumber as the sea called to him in his dreams and pulled him into its chilled embrace. The cold woke him from his slumber, his clothes were soaked, his body sore, and there was sandy footprints across his floor; he shook. What was happening to him?

Mood boards for inspo
Red f/Any
Of The Moon / Of The Sun mxf
Snowy Relations mxm
Random pics of characters/scenes Im interested in

Reminder these are ideas. They are not law, we can do original plots or plotting with disjointed ideas.
You can try and convince me to do strike pairings and plots​

 

[Hiro_]

SAMPLE 1:

Sunset.

The sky turned an eerie shade of blood, in the distance there were clashes of metal, bodies, and screams. It should have been an easy win at first. His kind were cunning, intelligent, had great tactics, strategies, weaponry, and fighting techniques. The barbaric folk that had occupied a small territory of the Queador region should have fallen like flies. The assumption was the only thing that they had were pots and beads. No brains, no way to defend themselves against a rain of arrows, against elegant swordsmanship, or against the poisoned foods they would smuggle into the enemy camp. Those of which lead to stomach aches and death. And yet the enemy had seemed to prevail. Lord Haemus, who led his region strictly and fairly like any Lord of the land should, had watched from afar as his men felled the others who showed up with inferior weapons.

It had been an easy decision at first. Word had reached him in his home that the Eastern villages in his region were threatened by Barbarians who refused to leave and that instead of expanding as he had planned, they had become a thorn in his side preventing such acts. They had become one so much so that he decided that they could no longer live their normal lives. "Wie zijn het?"[what do you think] He'd asked in his native tongue. "Gewoon een stel domme barbaren."[Just a bunch of stupid barbarians] His most trusted general had answered. As each man fell only one was left standing.

He was a good tactician, a good ruler, a politician, but not a fighter by far. His appearance was elegant in clothing, he was old; he carried wrinkles under his eyes and a nose round and big. His skin was a peachy-tan with a slight redness to his cheeks. He held a beard of white and brown. Though he was old he was handsome for his age, well kept. Long, straight, brown hair with salt and pepper strands, stopped just at his shoulder blade; with never a strand out of place. His eyes were a piercing blue like the sky on a perfect day.. To battle he wore a protective armour, but it was more decorative than functional since he rarely ever used it. He stayed far away from the violence that his men performed in his name.

"Verleng de vrede." [extend peace]

"Meent u dat, mijn heer?" [Are you serious, my lord?" His general asked incredulously.

"Nee."[no] He had not been sincere and he was being generous with his words. He did not want to compromise with such a barbaric people. He expected the clan to be like dogs. They were efficient and effective under their leader's guidance, but alone they would be lost and confused. It would take them time to regroup when their leader was dead, and showing how they would conquer him would instill fear upon them. His general's tense behavior eased and he smiled at his lord. He was a smart man, it was why he was trusted as a general in the first place. He caught on to what Haemus was up to.

To undermine them, that's what he estimated, anyway. This peace negotiation was a ruse. They would kill the leader's companions, tie the powerful man up with precision, and bring him to an undisclosed location. A nearby fortress perhaps one that functioned as a holiday home for the Lord himself. It was vital that they would learn the clan's tactical information and find out how it was that they could stand their ground for so long against an army that was so much more organized. If they could learn from this man, they would become an even stronger people. He could use this edge in future battles, and negotiations. The final step was easy and simple. Kill the barbarian leader, eradicate the brood, and go back to the way things were. Expanding his power and his territory without hinder.

Sundown.

The sky became a dark blue that faded into black, the sound of rustling and murmurs. Clanking of men's armor and the sound of nature, He sat beside the carnage listening to these sounds while he waited. In a tent that his men had set up, in the back of an encampment. He had a table prepared, two comfortable chairs that were large enough to fit an average human, and a man like himself. The table was set up with a pot of hot tea, beautifully crafted porcelain tea-cups, and even a bottle of unopened wine that had a taste as sweet as ripe fruits. The tent was lit by several candles. Frankly, he felt uncomfortable. He had his best men inside the tent, and several others just outside the canvas. He was well protected, but he had not been so close to the enemy for as long as he could remember. All he could hope for was that everything would go well, and that the barbarian leader did not catch on much.

He was told the battle had ended with the enemy scattering to the winds. Their percision on the field and battle tactics won them just a tad bit more territory. A gain on his side, but once more they would have to take up arms. There was more to conquer. More land to expand to. He had managed to trick the man into negotiation, allowing him 4 guards of his as an escort for comfort. When he had start to approach he listened to the whispers he knew the other was coming. Taking a cup of tea from the table that sat before him he lifted it to his lips, his beard dipping in the liquid as he drank it. When he placed it down he took a napkin, tapped his face and set it back down. Wrinkling his forehead he was annoyed at this. He wanted nothing more than to kill this leader, or whatever he would call himself.

The soldiers were on alert. Their change in posture was enough to tell their noble leader that the barbarians had appeared in their vicinity. The general on high alert. His sword was raised defensively, although his pose could change in a matter of seconds should he need to attack. Two others copied the slightly aggressive posture. They were perfectly in sync, trained to be precise and effective.

Taking a cup of tea from the table that sat before him he lifted it to his lips, his beard dipping in the liquid as he drank it. When he placed it down he took a napkin, tapped his face and set it back down. Wrinkling his forehead he was annoyed at this. He wanted nothing more than to kill this leader, or whatever he would call himself. He stood up and left the cup of tea that he had been drinking on the beautifully decorated table within the artificial safety of the tent. Without asking or waiting for answers he stepped towards the opening and moved the flap to the side to have a good look at what was actually transpiring. He had not heard fighting, neither had he heard anyone approaching the tent's entrance. Just whispers.

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SAMPLE 2

Particles of dust swirled in the morning sun. The dirt disturbed by the sound of erratic hoof beats and distant calls penetrating nature's quiet. Delicate nostrils flared, sniffing the air nervously but as if out of breath. Pert little ears pricked forward listening to the world around.

"Whoa there…" Edon spoke soothingly. "Come… Steady, steady."

The gentleness in his voice soothed the unsettled colt, the creature seemingly calming a little before stepping forward inquisitively. The young horse approached him and Edon took a moment of pause to admire the colt's beauty. The dark coat gleamed with a healthy glow and well kept sheen. Its tail, almost the texture of silk, flicked back and forth every so often.

Offering his hand for the colt to smell, the slim neck of the beast stretched forth cautiously and breathed in his scent before closing distance. A gift from his father, the colt; they were still getting to know each other. It was important for the beast to know him, to trust him. It would be vital to his journey

Edon was no perfected genius or horse master, he simply understood them. Understood their needs. Since he was a child he was trained in various arts but none struck him more with happiness than that of taking care of his horses. Putting away the equipment he had been using to maintain the colt's coat he began to set the young horse up to practice. He needed to get the colt used to his weight as a rider.

"Come."

Once completed in his task of saddling the beast he stood for a moment admiring his work before leading the young horse from the stable and into the courtyard where he packed and then mounted the boy. It would be a bit uneasy at first but after a few moments the young horse calmed and accepted Edon. His hand rubbing soothing circles into the colt's neck. There was talking and laughing as some around looked at him while the others continued daily work. The cling of swords during practice and the distinct smell of fresh manured gardens represented everything about the day. A perfect day for him. It was days like these that he would savor and admit that life, his life, was worth living and yet...

"Come boy, it is time to set out."

He whispered into the young horse's ear before loosening the reins. The horse moved at a slow pace at first before realizing it could go much faster. Having felt comfortable enough the colt did, moving in a light trot through the gates of the palace and down the main pathway. In tow were two others, a single male and a single female.

Commander Kesta Saiarsan followed him closely, one of the king's raiders, followed by Androu Baenard, another raider of high status. The three set off to the edges of the kingdom. In a trot they set off to the border of the kingdom of Le Royaume. During the journey they spent many a moment reciting jokes and rumors heard among the peasantry. It seemed rather quiet today along their journey. Edon's stomach grumbled a bit alerting him to his missed breakfast. Eagerly wanting to leave early he forgot, in his haste, to eat. He tried to focus his mind on something other than the growing ache in his abdomen. He would eat later when they would come to rest, or when he could no longer bear it. He thought about what the fabled dragon he had been sent out to defeat would look like. Sound like? He even wondered if the dragon was real or not. Sure he had heard stories past over generations but no actual sightings that he could recount.

Patting the colt on the neck he continued with alert eyes, making his way along the edge of the kingdom. It would take two day's ride to get to the edge of the dragon's territory, he thought quietly to himself. As they continued to chatter softly, making way to a more dense and less monitored area. It would be here where the group would split and he would make his journey alone to the land in which the dragon was rumored to be. The entered the clearing's edge that started just past the woods and led to open plains and then stalled. The quiet between them was loud as they stayed mounted but moved closer together.
"Edon."

Kesta called to him, her hand reaching to his as she took them in her hand. Edon, sucking on his teeth, sighed faintly as the throbbing in his heart grew stronger. Anxiety was starting to take over as they would now part ways and he was not sure he'd ever see them again. Edon sucked it up internally, however, and tried to ignore it. In this world you had to be confident in everything you did because it could be the difference between death or survival.

"Take care of yourself. We.. I will miss you." She gave a small smile as she wished him well on his journey. He looked between Kesta and Androu, who now looked at him with a sadness they could not hide. Edon gave an uneasy smile, a hand lifted to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead; heart thumping hard against his ribs. "Thank you for accompanying me. I just wish it was not on such somber terms." He gave Kesta's hand a light squeeze before letting it go. "Thank you for all you have done for me." He then turned to Androu, giving the man a smile, "Both of you."

Edon gave them one last smile before he gave a light nod and then turned his colt so that he would leave them, exiting the clearing and traveling the road ahead as they grew smaller in the background.

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As the day began to wane behind the mountains and give way to the eve, the sky bled a sort of red among the clouds: its shade reminiscent of sparking rubies adorning a Queen's delicate neck. The hardened earth still shimmered with the heat of the day keeping the humidity of the past few, fertile. The humidity was not without relief, a gentle breeze blowing and with it the coolness of the coming night as it played within his hair. This gave a lone man pause, perhaps he should have stopped back at the last village and stayed for the night but he knew he would not be without restlessness.

See, he was to meet his fate very shortly, he was sure, and who would be so cowardly as to rush in without proper greeting. After all, he was not without honor. So he decided that he would camp the night before and prepare himself with his best nerves. The sky grew darker still, the colour now of congealed blood; the cricket grew brave as evening crept ever nearer. Edon' horse came to a complete stop before he climbed down from his saddle; fingers running along the edge of his cloak straightening it out. No sooner had he made the motion did he find himself running a hand along the colt's back and found his head leaning in so that his forehead met with the colt's neck.

"This is the end of our journey together."

His words were gentle and low, only so above a whisper and laced with sadness. He took the bridle off from the horse and then soon after the saddle making quick work of both before he let the colt go with a light slap on the ass. Not expecting a day beyond tomorrow he let the mare go so as to not waste a life senselessly. It had been lucky that this colt still had his wild instincts so he would survive much better.

There he stood in the waning light of dusk just off the side of the dirt road that led him here only miles from the dragon's alleged lair, deep within its territory. He stood there a few more moments staring in the direction the colt had traveled and long after he was no longer in sight before he moved and turned heel.

A sigh left him and he leaned down to gather his belongings leaving behind the saddle itself and only taking his satchel, knife, sword, provisions, and mat. Upon this trip the traveler had grown to live more humbly than he was used to, only now requiring the bare minimum. Veering off the path he made way to find a good spot to camp. The night bleeding into the ancient sky caused him to hurry in his efforts.

Finding a suitable place to hunker down he made quick work setting up camp but he made very sure not to light a fire, at least not one big enough to see at a long distance. Afraid he might tip off his "prey" he decided it was best to reserve the element of surprise. Once lit the pathetic flame struggled to burn beneath the pot the man set on top so that he might eat for the night; something warm as his last meal. When he had finished cooking his meal the traveler sat upon his unrolled reed mat beside a worn down fallen tree; his arm hanging over it slightly as he held his bowl in his hand. Eating rice and a bit of spare bread he thought upon the events that lead him to this moment, a frown painting his face as he sat beneath the stars making friends with the crickets.

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Sample 3

"Look at the sweet ass on that one."
"Isn't that the one that Mickey robbed not too long ago."
"Nah, different blond. You know the boss loves those."
"Can both of y'all shut up? I'm trying to concentrate here."

Green eyes shifted back to the road ahead as they carefully watched the woman with the "sweet ass" before her eyes moved back to the men she was with; they rolled in her head. If the threat was not a real concern she would not be here. After all, what kind of woman would do this to another woman? Willingly? She would not be doing this, she should not be doing this, normally she would not, but she had no choice here. She slowly fixed herself in the mirror and adjusted her tunic to look disheveled. The shirt was white with a border that was a greek design in gold. Her neck was adorned with a delicate necklace and in the center a green jade pendant hung. She also wore a collar of gold made to look like multiple necklaces in one.

"So what ya gonna say toots?"

She pressed an alabaster hand against Jason's face causing him a bit of pain when it rubbed against his recent black eye and broken nose. He had crossed the boss and paid the price for it, luckily he got to keep his life, this time. His looks, not so much.

"No need to reveal the secrets of the trade."

She chuckled softly though somehow she felt uneasy, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. She always did feel that any moment could also be her last on the streets. The pressure she felt to perform was real and it was tiring, the threats were the only thing keeping her there. If she had a choice she would have skipped town.

Slipping out of the dark vehicle she mentally prepared herself to distract the woman they had been stalking, the men watched through the tinted windshield as Jack took her place in the driver's seat when she left. She was going to hell and she knew it, it was a fate she had resigned herself to. No one who does this would ever make it into any type of heaven.

After she mentally prepared herself she began to jog slowly and nearly silently to the woman they had been following and within 10 feet of proximity her whole attitude changed. It was as if she had been through a true mugging and just needed another person to feel safe or get help from. Her face was frantic as she began to run after the woman faster yelling for help, but before the woman would be able to turn she had already stopped in front of her. She would have impeded escape from the woman, but her skills were top notch; she was absolutely hysterical.

"Please help me please!!!"

The woman said, her hands wildly waving as she pointed back behind her. "I just got mugged, I don't know what to do. I'm scared. Please help me. Do you have a phone? Please!" Out of breath and severely panicked she would keep a decent distance away to not alarm the woman more than needed, but she also was careful to keep away enough to not get caught up in the way. To say the least Jason was impressed by her every time they did this, his hand rubbing at his dick slightly as he crudely said to Damien, the paler man beside him in the vehicle.

"Damn this broads good."

The vehicle had already begun to creep behind the woman as they got ready to pounce and hopefully before either woman would have had a chance to react, both got out sneaking behind their prey as her focus would be on the frantic woman before her.

Without regard Damien would quickly grab her by the mouth and neck putting her in a tight choke hold while Jason grabbed the rest of her body lifting her in the air with such little ease he nearly fell. Built strong from daily gym visits it made it much easier to subdue her. It also helped that she was lighter than he thought so her strength was no match for him. Damien's sharp eyes lingered on Jason as they moved the woman to the van virtually ignoring any of her struggles. She was easy prey for them, but it helped that they did this plenty of times before so they were well practiced..

"Hurry the fuck up before we get caught." Lucille said in a hushed and angry whisper as she opened the sliding door to the suited up black van. The men carried the woman to it and then dumped her inside of the van before climbing in behind her. Lucille was already in the front seat next to Jack, ready to leave quickly now as Damien closed the door behind them. Jason held her face down into the floor of the van trying to subdue her struggles. Meanwhile, Jack pressed on the gas and within minutes they were gone from the streets. The quiet street where they had kidnapped her went silent once more as if no incident had ever occurred.

Back in the van the struggle continued, "Hurry the fuck up, I want this bitch put down now." Jason said as he put a knee on her head. He had one hand holding down her back as her stomach pressed against the floor of the van. His other hand gripped at her arm roughly as Damien began to tie her up.

"Fuck you maybe if you'd hold the fucking slut right I could."

Once they made quick work of binding her up they even included a gag. Jason pulled a needle from his suit pocket; he had been wearing one of his better casual suits today; it was deep navy blue. Popping the cap off the syringe he had Damien hold the woman's arms down while he injected her with a sedative. It was just enough to knock her out for a couple hours while they made their way across town to the safe house.

"There, there little one. Time to take a nap." Jason said in a crude way his hand slapping her cheek lightly.
"We're gonna take good care of you."Jack said from the front seat, a wide grin pulling at the corners of his lips..
"Yeah, no need to worry sweetheart." Damien said as he laughed in a loud chuckle, giving her a wink.

When her body went limp Jason removed his knee from that had held her down before moving to push her around on her back. He rolled her over to take a good look at her, the suspense was killing him; brushing a bit of hair away from her cheek so he could see what she really looked like. "Woohooo weeee! What have we here?" He grinned wide after finding out the piece they scored was a total babe.

"Nice tits on her too."

Jason said as he rubbed a hand against one in a rough manner. He pulled his hand away smacking her tit through her clothes, he wanted her. She was too hot not to want and he could feel the hardness forming between his legs. Damien watched and laughed at the scene. While they gloated Lucille sat quietly in the passenger seat, her brow knitted as she bit her lips. A minute passed before she spoke up over the guy's laughter. Her voice cut through the display of vulgarity, sharply, which threw the men off guard.

"If you dimwits don't shut the fuck up back there. I need ya'll to quit being pervs and check the bitch's eyes!" She thought she had seen them. She was not sure about it, but somehow she felt like she saw something in the dim lights that would make this particular catch even more valuable than the other ones they had caught earlier in the evening.

"For fucking what?" Asked Jason in a loud and annoyed manner, pissed she cut their moment short.

"Just check her fucking eyes already, dick!" She yelled this time turning back with a heated glare directed at them, she needed to be sure that her suspicions were true. "I am not sure what I saw, but I think she is a blood-doll. Check her eyes asshole." She insisted, when she had stopped in front of the woman she had caught a glimpse of her eyes and this definitely caught Lucille's attention. They needed to be sure. This could be the biggest pay day that dropped in their lap in a long time, they were looking at serious money if it was true. If they really had a blood-doll.

"No shit?" Damien asked incredulously, if they really did catch a blood-doll it'd be a great payday compared to shitty pick ups in the last week. All of those women were useless, used as feeders and pocket pussies for the men who felt compelled to purchase them. Damien's hand moved towards the stranger's eyes and then he popped a lid open with his fingers only to find beautiful lilac eyes.

"Jackpot baby!!" He said, confirming that the woman was indeed a blood-doll. Eyes rolling at the guy’s Lucille moved back to sit in her seat before properly adjusting her seat belt.She was satisfied now and even though she got roped into this she was going to appreciate her pay regardless. Jack grinned in anticipation as he sat in the driver's seat, they made their way to the spot quickly. It was a bit far from where they picked the woman up, but she would have no way of knowing where she was going so did it matter how far?

"How much d'ya think we're gonna get for this piece?" Jack asked, he had been hoping it would be a big payday. He had some plans for his money.

"Who cares, it's gonna be a good amount regardless." Said Jason rather excitedly.

After some time they pulled into an almost deserted looking garage, the gate door was closed quickly behind them once they entered. They parked near a short ramp and then all of them got out and began to unload the cargo. Since she had been sedated it made things easier for them. Damien picked her up in a bridal hold carrying the woman up the ramp and stairs to a room where he tossed her down on a mattress in a poorly lit area. By this time Jack and Jason had headed to the boss to inform him of the good news. In the room where they dumped her were several other women, all feeders and recently picked up, huddled together. Some were sobbing and some had not broken the shock of the situation and were still in denial.

Damien moved to grip up the doll's tit a bit, massaging it in his hands before moving the same hand to her cheek and tapping on it lightly. "A gem among shit" He said not expecting any answer of any kind, after all she was drugged up. His hand moved to her eyes again, popping one open to get a second confirmation that she was a Blood-doll "You're worth good money bitch ain't that nice." He said before closing his eyes and then tapping her face again once. When she did not budge he chuckled looking up at the other women in the room who cowered under his gaze.

"I'll be back for one of ya, try not to get too excited." He grinned at them before standing and leaving the room locking the door behind him.

Jason and Jack had reached the bosses office, there were two men on the outside of the doors as if bouncers of a club allowing only certain folk in. Jason looked at one of the men smirking faintly. "We're here ta’ see da boss, tell him we got a good one for him this time." He said to one of the men who relayed the message over a talkie line. With the response back the man turned and motioned that they may enter.

Jack and Jason entered the office with a sort of bounce in their stride, one of the men holding the door opened for them as they did. Once they were in they would notice their boss sitting at a table with a laptop in front of him, he was typing away at the keys, a lit cigarette in the ashtray next to him. After a few moments he turned to them, staring them down.

"What did you mean by a good one? This better be worth my goddamn time."

His eyes focused on Jason especially, the man had already disrespected him and if they were wasting his time they would both find out how he felt about it. He tapped his fingers on the table's hard surface waiting for what they had to tell him. Jack cleared his throat nervously. The boss scared him, even more so after the incident with Jason, and he would not want to be the one to cross him ever.

"Uh… Yeah.. we found a blood-doll boss. Picked her up walking on the west side." After Jake finished relaying the news he waited for a response hoping for praise and a good check.

"Did you really?" Dorian said, his fingers stopping their tapping as his gray brows lifted in an interested but also in an almost surprised look. If what they said was true he stood to make good money. Not only would her blood be precious, he could up the price because of it.

"Show her to me, I wanna see what you've got."

Dorian said to the pair, he stood up and ran his fingers through his equally gray hair. Dorian was an older man but his looks were fierce and his body built. He was a darker man with a defined body and a tattoo just under his eyes. He was human, just like Jack and Jason, but he was not just any old human, he was familiar. He had a contract with vampires in the underground, he would collect feeders and they would pay him handsomely. In the end that was all that mattered to him. Sometimes he would even get lucky and pick up a blood-doll or two, but it seemed they were far and few between these days so finding one was really rare for them.

"If this is real I'll pay you triple the normal price." he said his face serious as he began to leave the room towards the holding area.

When they reached the door to the room the guard unlocked it. The three of them entered the room and the women moved to the corners of the small room to coward around each other, for good reason, of course.

"Which one is it?" Dorian asked as Jason pointed out the newer girl that laid tied up on one of the dirty mattresses off to the side. She was rather attractive, Dorian noticed, and a bit young looking. Her youth was another selling point, she looked as if she was in her early to mid 20's. If they were young they would last longer than an older one. Vampires valued mileage. Dorian moved to the woman and with his booted foot he moved her head slightly and lifted it where he got a closer look at her beauty as well.

Yeah, she was worth a fortune.

He crouched in front of her and checked out her eyes. No mistake, she had to be a blood-doll. He grinned rather wide, turning to look at the other women against the wall. "Pity you couldn't be one too, all you're worth is the price of a capri sun." He laughed at what he said standing back up.

"It's your lucky day boys." Dorian said before waving them off. "Now get the fuck out of here."

"We'll make a scarce boss." Jack said as they quickly shuffled away.

Once they were out of the way Dorian moved and lifted the woman up and over his shoulder. She was still out of it for the most part, but seemed close to waking up. Since she was worth something she deserved different accommodations. Dorian brought her to the suite he had been lingering in before, the building was a private purchase so it would not cause an issue doing it out in the open. Inside he tossed her on the bed in the guest room and then left the room, locking her inside. Dorian proceeded to put out the word that he had something valuable and the highest bidder could have her as long as they paid out.

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Sample 4
The gray skies seemed to stay somewhere between a shade of weeping and clearing. It was humid outside but the wind was gentle as it weaved between the valley's playing with the hair of the soldiers that marched across the land. Ravaging the villages on the outskirts of their masters territory. Their mission that they carried out in the name of their king; the crimes they committed for him played a terrifying symphony of horror and grief that loudly echoed through the valley. From village to town they looted, ravaged, kidnapped, and killed those requested in the name of his lord majesty. Their obedience in exchange for all they could want and there were many who indeed relished in the thrill of becoming the ravenous wolves they had turned into. This was now sport and they were only stones beneath the feet of their savior that they needed to step on.

This was duty some told themselves as children were pulled from mothers and men killed in front of their wives. They continued to wreak further destruction and desolation. This was his empire, one he ruled with force, with fierce discipline. They would pay tribute for the protection he offered, as was his right.

The King of the land stared from a window in one of the upper towers, his beautiful face draped in the light of the setting sun. His eyes appeared almost orange-gold within the dying sun's rays as he watched the men he had sent out return to the palace just in time. His hunger grew as he stared down, the stifled cries of those they tormented did not move nor mean anything to him, they were his sustenance only. Merely cattle brought for slaughter. Filthy things that he could do as he pleased with. A hand lifted absentmindedly stroking along the length of a golden snake draped over his shoulders.

"Soon my darling." He spoke so gently to his pet while he continued to stroke it. He closed his eyes for a moment before he turned away from the window's side and proceeded to place the viper on a nearby table. A desk if you will. After he had placed Mehket down, his snake, he gave him a couple more strokes before he called out.

"Guard."

With a two finger motion the King beckoned one of his personal guards to follow him as he left the room he had been in. The palace resided on the side of a mountain, the sound of nature and men flowed through the area. The structure was tall, not unlike a castle with walls of stone and towers, it was built differently. The style is different. It was much more sophisticated and stylish. A thing could be beautiful and functional, he always believed.

He walked with his guard moving through the quiet halls. Well, it was mostly quiet except for the cries of people from the lower levels of his palace. What he called his "livestock". He had a large appetite so many were needed but if he were to be honest he did not need as many or as much at all. He was just cruel and gluttonous. A means of executing his planned goals in the effort of the subjugation of his land. He needed these people to fear him so that he may keep things in line. This was just part of it. Culling the population was a necessary evil and sometimes sacrifices were to be made. The villages and its people were just collateral damage, pawns in a skilled game of chess.

Once he made his way to the room he wanted he stopped in front of the large wooden doors and just behind those doors would be those who had been brought back. The door was larger than any man or demon needed it to be. Delicate designs carved into the wood and it was lacquered in a deep cherry shade. As he walked towards the door he motioned at a guard and they opened them for him allowing him to continue his stride.

Brushing away a few strands of hair from his eyes before letting it fall back to where it was before he kept a rather neutral face. He looked around at all the people in the room, many youthful with very few of the elderly there. He stood there for a few moments just scanning the room before he stopped, his eyes falling on a boy.

"Bring him to me."

Panicked rushing and squeals of fear came to his ears, the sounds like a symphony that he relished in. The Guard walked towards the crowd of people grabbing up a rather young boy, the one he had pointed out.

"Please, no!"

The boy struggled against the guard's firm grill; he looked no older than 14. His hair was a fiery red and his skin pale with freckles covering it in a blanket of spots. Another child with such similar features tried to pull him back but it was futile as the guard yanked up the older boy and kicked the child back down to the ground. Screams and pleas for the boy to be released resounded but it was all in vain for they would only fall on deaf ears..

"Silence!"

The King's voice was loud and thunderous; everything froze in the room and all breath was held. The guard brought the struggling boy to the king and without hesitation the demon King's hand shot out and grabbed the boy by the chin as soon as he was close enough. "Boy, stop struggling or I will kill that child." He pointed to the child who was kicked down before and the older one stopped struggling slowly, the look of defeat on his face as he now stood on his own. After a moment he grabbed the boy by the collar instead and lifted him from the ground, the boy struggled again.

The demon King muttered something unintelligible before the boy started to glow slightly. It started from his toes and worked its way up the child's body until he was a light shade of blue and it looked as if a ghostly fire surrounded him. Once the boy glowed fully, he pulled him close to his face, opening the other kid's mouth with a thumb and index and then opening his own. The blue ghostly shade that had covered the boy began to fade as he swallowed it all. When he had finished the boy had gone slack and now he only held the husk of a human body.

Once he was finished devouring the boy's essence he threw the shell of the boy's now deceased body back to the child from before chuckling. "You can have him back child. I am done with him now." Some of his guards cackled at the cruelty while the room stayed silent in fear and stifled cries. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

"Bring me another."

The King motioned for the guard to bring him another one but this time they took a man from a recently raided village on the outskirts of the city; a mage from what he could tell but they were useless, to him their power was inferior. The man was beautiful to him, especially his eyes. Eyes that could entrance you if you stared into them for long enough. Gorgeous, really he was. It was a pity he was going to eat this man's life force, it was a waste.