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Kitty's Fantastical Games (F seeking M partners)
« on: April 06, 2016, 02:55:45 AM »
Have attempted to tidy up my threads a bit and have separated them into three different threads. Fantasy/ Games and Books and Real Life. This is Fantasy.

Kiss The Queen's Hand

The royal family was dead. A carriage accident had taken the young pregnant queen and her king. The thrown passed on to the kings cousin. A madman.

The same day. Knowing your mother had just given birth to you. A screaming baby covered in blood and wrapped only in purple silk, also coated with blood, was brought to your mother. Speaking in hushed tones the stranger said that no one should know where the child came from or the king would have her killed.

Over the years  you noticed strange things about your " twin sister". She was small and dainty, where you had always towered over her. She was also dark. With long gorgeous inky black curls, where you and your mother were fair. She also had wild eyes. Such a light shade of brown they looked golden. Still you doted on her in spite of your mother's warnings of proprietary. It wasn't until your twentieth birthday, when you were finally old enough to join the resistance and come across an image of the formal royal family, the eyes of the pregnant Queen's painted portrait staring back at you, identical to those you had been unable to say no too your whole life. What though. Do you do with this knowledge?

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With kind of an X men feel, Post apocalyptic. An opposites attract sort of scenario. Because my character controls fire, badly, she spends a lot of time naked.

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The water steamed around her in swirling tendrils that rose to the dark starlit sky above. The grief she had felt still burned in her skin like a white hot fury of coals, refusing to go out. She had very little memory before the blond busty woman had taken her in as her own, and the loss of that woman through some stupid thing as an infected cut, was enough to turn the strange powers she possessed, the strange powers she was trying to learn to control, into a frenzied fury. As her emotions ran hot, so did her skin, her touch disintegrating anything it came into contact with.  Her clothing was the first to go. After was the dead body of her beloved mother.

 They had been traveling, having heard word of a settlement just over the mountain, where science and medicine had begun to re-create a society that it had destroyed.  Eager as young woman who had been doing their best to survive in a world of radiation and death. Her mother was about 20 years her senior and still so full of life.

Maya hopped the cool water would calm her, usually it fought against the fire in her until she felt so drained she slept for days. However as she turned only to see a primitive dam a short ways up river and a walled compound atop it at a higher elevation. The fire erupted in her. Evaporating the water within her immediate vicinity about a meter wide. As the waves rushed in to fill the gap wind began to blow at the trees on the river’s edge, as she stepped from the clear waves, her feet charring the grass below them. She knew she couldn’t go there without clothing on, so she willed the fire in her to calm, and let the air rage about. Pulling a spare set of clothing she had stolen from an abandoned shop a while back and smiling content when it went on. However, one of the embers remaining from the fire fed by her destructive wake her, was picked up by the wind and began to spread. Grabbing her pack Maya ran for
the compound, throwing her body against the door. Clothing falling off in cinders until all that was covered where her most intimate parts and the large wooden door erupted in flames around her. She fell through the gap between the wood, crawling away from the destruction as she heard people, call out .

 Then a rush of water, cool and refreshing, rose up in a wave and crashed around her. If she hadn’t of held on she would have been swept away, out the charred remains of the door with it. People crouded around her, some fussing, other’s  keeping their distance. One woman reached down and helped her to her to sit  up. Just as she did however, Maya felt ill. She’d had too much exposure to water. She knew it the moment the dizziness made  her vision blur, how else could she be seeing a boy controlling the water’s movements, just before she passed out.

Yikes! Zombies!

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The virus spread quickly,  mutating on it's own to travel not only through  bodily fluids but becoming airborne.  The military base locked down to protect those inside from the infected and it wasn't the only place, through the very limited communication they had learned of other areas that had been locked down, schools, businesses. They'd also heard the tales of the virus's spread through the radio communication. Her father , though  he was part of the team that created the virus, also came up with a vaccine that put a stop to the airborne strain of the virus.
She was covered in blood as she stormed past the medic team rushing towards those who had been injured.  She lifted the  bat she'd been using  to club the rotting corps like creatures that had surrounded their gathering part and  moved forward. So several of her friends had been injured,  but the small horde separating them from the stash of food and weapons was dwindled to just a few, and if they didn't come back with the stash. It would have all been for nothing.  Corpses in several different stages of de-comp littered the ground around them.  She moved forward with the few soldiers that hadn't been injured  pausing when she heard a sound from ahead.

There wasn't much to do day to day on the base and she'd never really been like most of the female children brought up on base. So she  trained with the soldiers, she hand to hand, target practice, she got better and better but it wasn't until after her twenty first birthday that she'd finally been allowed to join the trained professionals in the field.

"Mari! Get back here!" She heard  one of her superiors call and she relaxed a bit before she pushed forward. dismissing the noise as coming from them. She was going to get those supplies, even if it killed her, which it just might as a gargled growl  sounded and she was knocked aside by  the force of a human body colliding with her own. The infected trying to bite her, it's saliva falling onto her face as she closed her mouth and eyes. She swung the weapon  smiling as the satisfying thunk sent her attacker crumbling to the side. She stood slowly and used the back of her hand to wipe the drool off her face. Disgusted and making a note to ensure she showered when they returned to the base as with a grin she pushed aside several boxes with a grin. They'd done it.
* recently thought up another way to play my character for this one and am eager to give it a shot. Normally she is a strong  female lead but what if  she was weakened? Perhaps by the desperate experiments of doctors trying to find a cure for  the  virus?

Oh To Be A Woman

The human race is dying off (details to be ironed out later) and what’s left of the human populace is  holed up in compounds. Soldiers and farmers and men from all walks of life struggling to survive together and for a while it seems to have succeeded. But with the world dying off  and a threat of extinction ever looming one particular compound decided to take drastic measures and woman were once again reduced to tools for breeding. Girls were raised believe that their purpose in life was to submit to men and carry their children. But one day, a scouting group stumbles upon a small farmhouse shelter  in search for food. A few people living there,containing several girls without round bellies. Some of which have been untouched….. And that is where the story begins.

* I have a starter already for this one, made for a partner who disappeared, its perfect for a quick start! And has made this sort of a craving of sorts

And The Fire Burns

 Two factions at war. Two tribes with very different beliefs/ ways/ languages. When a battle is lost a settlement of one tribe is overtaken with woman looking about in absolute confusion. When realization occurs they all try to run, for fear of death, but  the winning tribe does not kill woman and children, they assimilate them into their own tribe, to prevent the strengthening of enemy forces  and to strengthen their own. But before this can be done. The woman need to be caught.

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She'd been told as a child how all of this had begun, stories of the wars begining had  been passed down for two generations now, and it seemed tonight, in the flaming inferno, that was the destruction of their village that it would be the end.She  hid in a cave, just outside the village with the other woman and children and thier companions. While the men, and boys old enough to fight, could be heared wailing in defeat

In the distance, just beyond the trees, the glow of the mess of flames that was once thier home. In her arms, the wolf cub, who had chosen her as it's companion  whimpered as it's big blue eyes looked on. she watched the pup's ears perk up at the sound of people aproaching and turned to the others gathered there, for hiding.

" Run, we must run!"She shouted  lifting the pup in her arms and running.  Her bare feet  moving  quickly against the ground. All she could think of was her father, perishing in a skirmish a year ago, and her brother surly heading  towards his death now, if not already dead, she refused to follow them down that path. She would run forever if she needed too. She felt the hands close around her arms and the pain as she was jerked to the stop and she dropped the pup. It whelped and she growled , protective instincts kicking in, she bit one of her attackers and felt something slam into the back of her head.... She fell forward into the dirt and warm ash, feeling the warm breath and soft licks of the pup as it tried to rouse her and her world faded to black

The Flip Of A Coin

A tale of a young model and the man who was supposed to protect her. The bond between them and what could be.
 Two people and the story of their dueling realities as they meet. One, where though attracted to one another they fight off these feelings  due to propriety, and the other, where they give in. Separated clearly at first. These two reality  connected only when each of the parties dream. However when these two worlds begin to merge, will these two be able to cope with two different possibilities, becoming one reality? And which one will win out in the end?

A Tale Less Tragic

Romeo and Juliet without the deaths at the end. In this version, Juliet is forced to marry the man of her father's choosing while Romeo is banished. Now she is thrust into a situation where her husband is gone, perhaps believing she has forsaken him, only to return once his banishment has lifted to find her married to another man. A story that requires a few tweeks to the original tale, and a partner willing to play both men. Names can be changed slightly and the time in which it takes place.

But The Blood Runs Cold

 A tale of a girl, damned without the choice, the choice that was not her's to make. A woman, the first female of their kind. and a boy, young, but at the  same time, not quite so young, who had made the mistake of letting their secret slip in a brothel house, while propositioning another man. join  me in telling a vampiric romance in a way it has not been told before.

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She was dying, disease wreaking havoc on her body and hunger  joining in like a sick  twisted  game of cards, any day now she would have to fold. to give up and let death take her. Her mother, was a whore, and at seventeen, the only reason she too hadn't been made into one is because with a slim waist and a small bosom, she wasn't exactly the kind of girl men  of the time desired, mal nutrition had lead to her obtaining an almost skeletal appearance. Still she was strong, determined, to continue living, and perhaps that was why, she worked hard every evening in the very same whore house that had given her life, to make ends meet. a roof over her head, food in her belly.

it was this that had lead her to overhear,  a young boy being recruited into some sort of society, one of which promised eternal life. Derelict in her duties, and fearing the death, that with every bright splash of blood on her palm , after a coughing fit, announced was drawing nearer and nearer each day. She took a chance. following the shoreline to the cave that had been forbidden  years ago by the church,  passing through to what seemed to be a lake, enclosed on all sides by steep terrain, and in the lakes  centre, the reminiscent structure of a stone hut, and yet another passage of sorts, a staircase,  leading down into a pit.

 she followed that path, stumbling about in darkness and she was asked if she wanted this by a voice, a voice with no form, that she could make out in the inky black that surrounded her. She agreed, agreed that she was willing to die, so that she may live.

upon awaking hours later, she discovered she could now see,  even in the ever present dark, and she was alone. at least for now. as she rose from the floor of the pit she could hear voices above her at the staircase that marked it's entrance. Male voices.The men  and boy she had overheard!

200 years later

Liza Webb sat down on the carnival ride. She loved carnivals. Mostly because the people, much like herself were travellers, never really belonging in one place. never really safe in one place. She worked in senior homes. the elderly, perfect, undetectable victims for her feeding and , so long as she never took enough to kill, she usually was alight. occasionally though, her lack of paperwork or identity mean she had too move on, and find another town, another place to start fresh. she'd done just that today, the first thing she had stumbled on when  walking into the town was this carnival. lighting up an entire half of the small village like town with it's bright lights. she thought as the  ride began to spin , that this boded well.

Kitten In A Wolfs Den

 She'd spent all her life looking for a home, and now, in her early 20s. She'd found it.   In Serindipity, a small town  secluded on one side by thick woods and  the other by treacherous mountains. This  place was perfect for the world's largest pack of wolfkin shape shifters. Here she was less of a freak. Less meaning that even though she was with fellow shape shifters,  her other form still managed to isolate her. Being the  only  lynx in a wolfpack is hard enough. Though when the elders decide that she will be the mate to the future Alpha and her strange  Other form is not the only thing that isolates her. Now she has to choose between taking you and one of your brothers as her  lover and has every un mated woman in the pack hating her for it, but the elders are firm in their decision and if she were to run, the pack would remain without the leadership it so desperately needs.

Witch Hunter's Weakness

Witches, your master, is an expert at hunting them, executing them and he is teaching you, though, there is little more left for him to teach you. For years now, he has pursued her family. Pagen worshipers that have been accused of witchcraft. He is under the impression that all the woman are witches and the men, brainwashed familiars. Do you believe his claims to be true? Better yet are they actually true? Are you swayed by the almost otherworldly beauty of the youngest of the families children? Youu grew up chasing her family,like your master, hungry for proof she was a witch, and she grew up running from you, hiding in plain sight, as people of wealth were able to do.

In Light The Dark Dawns

The land of magic is split in creatures of dark and creatures of dark. However the split is not as prevelent as it may seem. The royal family of the light. A family of witches looked at as role models for all the creatures of light. A king and his two beloved daughters. One. Clasically beautiful. The other lovely in her own right. But a bit strange. Her power so unlike that of others. Deadly.

The queen of the dark. Sends you. Her young lover, to fetch this girl and bring her too her court. But how will you fool the Light to accept you? And how will you convince the girl to leave? Will you be ensnared by this strange beauty?
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Re: Kitty's Fantastical Games (F seeking M partners)
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The Fire Burns

The Fire Burns
Kiss The Queens Hand
Witch Hunter's Weakness

From other threads
Recycled-Kitty's Ocs and Origional Character games
A Lovely Child- Kitty's Real life games.

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