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Author Topic: World Of Warcraft Cravings! (Seeking M & F)  (Read 946 times)

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World Of Warcraft Cravings! (Seeking M & F)
« on: August 22, 2011, 10:16:52 am »
Although I have a few plots I will be more then willing to listen to any idea you might have.

World of Warcraft Roleplay Ideas
Male/Female, Female/Female, Male/Male, Futa/Female

Role: Unknowing Submissive or Non Dom/Sub Roleplays
Roleplays: Open
I only play the pairing on the right. Thank you.
Horde x Alliance
Orc x Human
Blood Elf x Human
Forsaken x Human
Troll x Human
Tauren x Human
Orc x Night Elf
Blood Elf x Night Elf
Forsaken x Night Elf
Troll x Night Elf
Tauren x Night Elf
Orc x Draenei
Blood Elf x Draenei
Forsaken x Draenei
Troll x Draenei
Tauren x Draenei
Horde x Horde
Orc x Blood Elf
Blood Elf x Blood Elf
Forsaken x Blood Elf
Troll x Blood Elf
Tauren x Blood Elf
Orc x Forsaken
Blood Elf x Forsaken
Forsaken x Forsaken
Troll x Forsaken
Tauren x Forsaken
Troll x Troll
Orc x Troll
Alliance x Horde
Human x Blood Elf
Worgen x Blood Elf
Night elf x Blood Elf
Draenei x Blood Elf
Human x Forsaken
Worgen x Forsaken
Night elf x Forsaken
Draenei x Forsaken
Everything Else
Forsaken x High Elf
Troll x High Elf
Blood Elf x High Elf
Orc x High Elf
Tauren x High Elf
Human x High Elf
Worgen x High Elf
Night Elf x High Elf
Draenei x High Elf
Naga x High Elf
Naga x Night Elf
Naga x Blood Elf
Naga x Troll
Naga x Draenei

In The Name Of Peace Taken

RP Type: WOW (World Of Warcraft)
        ~Orc/High Elf
        ~Blood Elf/High Elf
        ~Forsaken/High Elf
        ~Troll/High Elf
Ratings: You playing 9-12 and me playing a 4
Post Requirements: At less Four to Six good quality Paragraphs.
RP Requirements: Knowledge of World of Warcraft.   

In the years after “The Cataclysm” the many races of Azeroth find themselves trying to rebuild, while the Horde and Alliance still find themselves at war.

A High Elf village (The blood elves, making up only approximately 90%[2] of the surviving high elven population) neural to the war find themselves under attack by Horde Troops. The Horde Commander demanding the High Elf village join the Horde cause or watch there village burn. The small clan had been in several talks with the Horde who camped out only minutes from there Village and had attempted to get some sort of reinforcement from the Alliance several times. But help would not be coming soon, and the village found itself with no choice but to give into the Horde’s wants.

The treaty to the compromise; the Leader's daughter in return for peace from the Horde.

A plan to rise to power, showing the Horde that the High Elf’s could be dealt with not with death but by taking their young. Slowly turning them into members of the Horde (By turning them into Blood Elves or otherwise) weakening the numbers of the Alliance and growing the number of the Horde. After all what would the rest of the remaining High Elfs think of there Alliance friends knowing they let their villages fall into the hands of the Horde.

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Oh how she remembered that night, all seemed calm, peaceful. The moon was full and the stars seemed to shine brighter then normal. The sky did not go dark, rain did not fall…it was nothing like the stories she had heard about how the Horde invaded. She not sure what woke her up first, the sounds of screams or her fathers arms pulling her from her bed. Half asleep she was rushed outside and given to her aunt who rushed her toward the temple. Her father not far behind, but there exit was soon cut off by several soldiers. Other members of the village being brought to their side, ether caught by the horde while fleeing or pulled from their homes. Her aunt shielding her head, muffling her ears.

Because of that she could hear what was said between her father and the dark armored elf that stood before them now. Watching out of the corner of her sapphire eyes as her father was lead toward the temple…

All the rest was history.

Now Angzyn stood at her father’s side, watching as the same man walked toward them. The sound of his armor ringing against the temples stone floors echoed in her years. Weeks of talk with the Alliance willed nothing but heartache. No troops would make it in time, the small village of High Elves where left to defend themselves. Something they could not do against this threat. Her father had no choose but to made the deal with Commander of their attackers. Though it was not Ralohs Morningray first choice, no his council had lead him to doing such a thing. Giving up his only daughter. A heartbreak even if he had two sons, still to give up his youngest was almost more then he could bare. Yet, he could not watch what was left of his people be killed by the hands of the blood elves.

Poor girl was not quite an adult yet in the eyes of her people, still maybe ten or fifteen years left until she reached adult hood. Dressed in a gown of white and silver as well as a matching vale like cloak, her youthful yet lovely face hidden from view like the rest of her body. Slender and strong, with slim hour glass curves that seemed to make her body flow left unseen. Fair in complexion with long auburn color hair. A mirror image of what her mother looked like in life.

Those sapphire eyes daring only to look up once at the Commander that was speaking with her father. Watching as the parchment was being handed to him. Looking down and away as chatter began to ensue.

The Gift Of Treason.

RP Type: WOW (World Of Warcraft)
Orc x Blood Elf
Blood Elf x Blood Elf
Forsaken x Blood Elf
Troll x Blood Elf
Tauren x Blood Elf
Ratings: You playing 9-12 and me playing a 4
Post Requirements: At less Four to Six good quality Paragraphs.
RP Requirements: Knowledge of World of Warcraft.   

A young Blood Elf Priest is caught helping a member of the Alliance by an Elder member of the Horde who decides that death would be to easy....

The tips of her ears flicked some in aggravation, why did she had to come all the way to Ashevnale just for some Bruiseweed. Why couldn’t her teacher just buy some from vender or have one of the other students, then again the young blood elf was the newest in her class. Barely two years into adult hood, even if most of her people still saw her as a child. Entering unfriendly land already put her on edge as she carefully and quietly gathered what she as sent there to get. Ears perked up, twitching every now and then to listen to the sounds around her. Knowing that the Night Elves, although brothering of the Blood Elves who where once the proud High Elves until there beloved Sunwell was destroyed, would kill her with out a second thought.

The history of her people was a long one, with many low points and sad tells. Though, the young Blood Elf still did not understand most of it, something inside her disliked her people’s rule under the Horde. Something inside her told her it was wrong to do what she had to in order to survive. How she had to “feed” off the magic of others around her, drain them dry of Fel energy in order to fight of her own withdrawal. Part of her wished she could rejoin what was left of the High Elves and live with out worry of the Night Elves moonwells. But such things where never talked about, knowing she would be punished for such thoughts. A slightly sigh leaving her lips as she stood up once more, dusting off her robes.

Placing the herbs into her side pouch and walking over to the water. It was crystal clear and acted like a mirror as she looked herself over. Long auburn brown hair feel down to her shoulders, some of it falling into her face. Such a young and lovely face at that, blessed with the beauty only elven females had. Yet, it was her eyes that drew attention to her both good and bad. Even from birth one eye had always been blue, something only High Elves had…the other green. No one, not even the elders of her kind, could explain such things. Some liked it, others hated her for it. Yet another sigh leaving her lips, the elf bending down to touch the water only to jump back up and a blood curling scream.

Head whipping around to see where it was coming from only to hear another. With out thinking the blood elf took off running toward the sounds. The closer she got the more the sounds of a battle could be heard and before long the fight was before her. Eyes growing wide at the sight of a Night Elf Druid and a very large Naga clashed before her. A Night Elf, her brethren by blood lines. The Naga allies and friends to the Blood Elves. Her teachings telling her to help the Naga but something inside told her it was the fellow elf she would help. Ether way both where more powerful then her. With out knowing it she found herself casting her Heal, but she aimed it toward the Night Elf not the Naga. Why, not even she knew but she cast another toward the fellow elf. Finally watching as the Naga fell, the Nigh Elf doing the same but the victor of this fight. Wounded and near death while the Naga already welcomed it.

With out thinking the Priest found herself summoning her Greater Heal, hands about to touch the Druid just as fingers wrapped around her neck. A strong powerful grasp throwing her back, body hitting the sandy ground hard. Knocking the wind from her lungs. Watching as her attacker turned his attention to the Druid she was helping, a loud thundering voice feeling her ears and at once she knew he was talking to her. Even as the life was taken from the Druid. Ears lowering in fear as she did her best to back away from the male that had thrown her. The large walking slowly toward her, the fear that was growing inside screaming at her to run, but all she could do was pull herself along the ground, legs kicking some to push her more backwards. Those two lovely eyes growing wide as he reached for his ax, lips parting some to try and yell but no sound came. Panic and fear only growing as the Blood Elf saw how easy he handled the weapon.

It took a moment for her to take notice of who the male was, she had heard stories about the great Shaman. Knowing that death was calling her name, and he would be the one to give death want it wanted. Head tilting back some to look up at the male, who in turn made about three or four of her, hand and arm rising up shield her face. Like it would do any good. Feeling the hand wrap around her hair and lift the elf to her feet. The girl letting out a fearful scream. Feeling the cold metal press against her neck and her warm blood dripping down her neck. Waiting for death to take over her only to find….nothing. The blade just rested there. His voice ringing in her ears, sending chills down her spine.

Why had the Tauren not killed her? It wouldn’t have taken much, then his next statement. The shock that passed threw her body, emotions that no words could ever speak about only to be replaced by pain as she was thrown. The ground putting ripping into both flesh and cloth. Sand and dirt covering her. Looking up at the elder with tear filled eyes that held nothing but fear now. Face cut and bruised, her neck now holding a that new cut caused by his ax. Robe torn, arms holding new wounds from when she landed. Looking nothing like the elf she had been only a few minutes ago. Body slowly moving so she was now on her hands and knees facing the elder. Looking over her shoulder to see where she could have ran if she dared such an act.  Knowing she was fast, but the Shaman before her…she knew he would kill her if she tried. Having just starting her training it no doubt he was more skilled then her in every possible way.

If she wanted to live there was only one thing left to do. Lips parting as she moved slowly toward him, hand reaching out to touch his leg only to draw back in fear. Body lifting slowly so she was on her knees before him. Hands coming together as though she was trying to pray to some unknown deity, head lowering not daring to look up at the male. “P…P…Please, I didn’t know what I was doing! It…It will never happen again I swear! I…I’ll do what ever it takes to make it up to the Horde, just name it Elder! P…P…Please, it will never happen again!” Her words almost drowning in fear as she stuttered. Body lowlier some as her knees dug into the ground below.