For the love of a Sorceress - M for F

[Dringdar]

Once upon a time, a dreadful sorceress wielded her magic with an iron fist, and used her awesome power to bring the world to it's knees. She would have ruled eternal, if not for the treachery of her own lover, the one man in the world she trusted. As he twisted the knife in her belly, she whispered of the child she carried, and how she would one day serve as a vessel for her return, and for her revenge. Before the sorceress had even grown cold, the cries of new life rang out in his ears, and he took his newborn daughter in his blood soaked hands. Her magical abilities revealed themselves within the earliest months of her life, and by the time of her first flowering the sorceress' daughter had already shown herself to have all the potential of her mother to be just as cruel and terrible.

Her father would not tolerate this. He gave her all the love he could muster, taught her to curb the instincts of malice and viciousness that had plagued her mother and made her the covetous, ruthless goddess that had driven the world to the brink of darkness, and instead taught her to use her powers in a different fashion. Now and then he could see his late lover in his daughter's eyes, the unmistakable spirit of the dead within her, and yet while mother had passed on her soul, she had not given her child her the evil desire for power that had made her a monster. Instead the child was gentle and loving, and she used her magic for the benefit of those her mother had made slaves and vassals. It helped in its way, but she was always the daughter of the sorceress, and hated by all.

Forlorn and miserable, she begged her father to take her from the world, and give her peace. Because he loved his child he obliged, and so the two built a tower of stone far, far from civilization. There they lived together, happily ever after until the father's natural passing at an old age. The daughter honored her father's wishes, living in peace. It was short lived. One day men came to her tower, and with steel in hand sought to end her life. The spirit of her mother rose all at once, and she turned her attackers to ash with the fury only a mother could bring forth. Horrified by what she'd done, terrified by the power she could not control, she turned to all the tomes her mother had written and studied them deeply. As a reincarnation, she still carried her mother's memories, her powers, and with these gifts the potential to return her to life.

Unwilling to bring about the world's end, the daughter plunged a steel blade into her chest. As the world faded from her vision, she heard the screams of a woman. Unbeknownst to the daughter, her attackers had brought their womenfolk; they had not been assassins, but desperate people seeking shelter and food, and choosing the ease of murder over the difficulty of speaking. One of those women had been pregnant, and the daughter in her womb had suddenly been filled with the spirit of the sorceress. This cycle of reincarnation continued without end, producing dozens of sorceresses, all of whom were drawn by instinct and fate to the tower, and all who would grow strong one way or another. They came in many forms, some gentle and sweet and beloved, others nearly as terrible as their progenitor, and some who merely wished to live their lives, independent of their heritage.

A thousand years passed. The sorceress of ancient times became a legend, used to frighten children, and her terrible deeds were spoken of as great stories, not historical fact. This was to the advantage of the crone, a reincarnation of the original who had done what no other sorceress had ever achieved; death by old age. As she lie in her bed, hopeful that such a death would end this curse at last, the last moments of her life were punctuated by cries of new life. And yet, she had fulfilled her duty, granting the next generation an opportunity to try again, to live the life that her progenitor could have had, if only she had not been consumed by her vile hunger, and betrayed by her love. The girl born would be special, for she would have the chance denied to each and every last one of her previous lives. The chance to love. But when the chance came to her... would she take it?

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Phew! It feels good to flex the writing muscles again. I'd like to start by thanking you for clicking! Then, I'd like to say hi! So, hi! It's been a few years since I last used Elliquiy as a writing platform, but lately the urge to write has been strong. Like really strong. And this idea, its been bumping around in my head for months and I just had to try and toss it out there, so here it is!

I'm looking for someone to play the sorceress opposite my character. I'm flexible in what form that takes. She can be terrible and awful, or sweet and gentle, or reserved and shy, or tomboyish and exuberant, or anything at all; she's a blank slate, so long as the core idea of her being a reincarnated font of magic exists. She needs to have this great power, and ideally be conflicted in how its used. She had to teach herself after all, reliant on the tomes and grimoires of the tower and the darkness within her very soul. Maybe she's come to be quite adept with her sorcery... or maybe she despises it, and tries to hide it, thinking that if she just ignores it it will go away. There's so many options, and I'm eager to discuss them all!

I'm looking to play her lover. Enter my character, a north man who's humble village was indistinguishable from a thousand others. As capable of negotiating with a sword, or with his words, he realized young that he could lead his people, and become more than just another north man. He just needed the right help, and the stories he grew up with had lead him to recognize opportunity if he could just find it. After traveling the world for a decade, my young warrior is poised to finally achieve his destiny; to claim the sorceress as his wife, and together build an empire which would outlast them both.

This story is a romance story at its heart. A smutty one admittedly, the depths of which can be discussed, but a romance story to be sure. I want passion. I want tenderness. I want lust and hunger and desire. I want the two characters smoldering gaze to linger on one another, for fingers to interlock, for nails to rake upon exposed flesh. I want sweet whispers and affectionate tickles and gentle kisses. I want it all. But what else comes with such a tale? Drama almost certainly. What's a romance without complications and drama? Without tension and worry? Action? Oh yes; a good round of sword play is always exciting! I'm open to other things, so please let me know!

This RP is probably going to top out with non-con elements. Seduction is totally on the table, and is preferable, but he won't be opposed to the use of force if it means he gets what he wants, which is her. Outside of non-con elements, bdsm elements are very welcome. If you're not comfortable with light to medium bdsm type play, then we might not be a good fit. Feel free to message me, we might be able to work something out!

Now, lets talk more about me. I haven't touched my O/O for years. Like a lot of years. Please just ignore it entirely, there's nothing in there of use or help. You can use it as a guideline for questions to ask me, but so much of who I am has changed since I wrote it and it really just isn't super helpful anymore. I'll update it. Eventually. Maybe. Regarding my activity level, I tend to check for RP daily, and respond as often as possible. When I write, I try to be pragmatic and avoid fluff and empty wordiness. If I write it, I want it to matter. I write in the third person. I've been writing for almost twenty years now, all of it as an amateur and for fun. I live in the central time zone. I have a cat. I love her. Her name is Merida.

I can't think of anything else to write or say. I'm excited. Please PM me if you have any questions or anything; I'd rather not have any discussions or talks within the thread itself. Please forgive me if I've done anything foolish or broken any rules. I tried to go through the stickied posts before I wrote this up, and I didn't see anything super strict, but I haven't been here in so long and I just want to mind my Ps and Qs and not rock the boat. I hope to hear from you soon!