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.In Their Dreams
Two lovers having never met in person, purely by chance, considering how nearly identical their lives are. Living in the same building, visiting the same coffee shop, both working in fashion, she a designer, he a photographer. Yet the days go by, and they never even set eyes on the other but meeting each night in their dreams. Both young and single, both trying to navigate through their day to day lives, regular relationships, all the while haunted by their nightly sleep. Will they ever actually meet? And if they did, would it put a stop too these dreams?And Again
You and she are immortal beings. You live your lives again and again, you die again and again different bodies, different lives, different parents. Though somehow you always find each other and each time you remember. The both of you have had your hearts broken by the other and by others. Each time, one of you die young. The last time she died, it was because of you, because your wife was jealous because you and she got along so well , Your young wife had her accused of witchcraft, she was torchered and burned and she blamed you. This time, she was determined to avoid you. Though it seems moot when you spot her touring campus with a group of freshman girls. She looks different, but beautiful, always beautiful, hauntingly so, she see's you and her eyes widen. Still she avoids you, weeks later after a party, you wake up with her obviously naked body curled up next to you, room smelling like beer and sex, you?The Descendent
Legend had it that the bone dry basin that your town was built in, was created when Lucifer, the fallen angel fell to earth. Her family lived on the edge of the small country town. Or rather, her grandmother did. In a lovely large house was empty except for the older woman, at least until earlier this year. Suddenly the older woman is introducing her granddaughter, everyone knew that she had had a son that had ran off, and everyone knew that she had attended a funeral when he passed away, that was just the way of small towns. She is beautiful girl. Eerily beautiful. You’ve done repair work for the older woman when you can, so you’ve had to listen to her crazy stories about how the Fallen had fallen in love with a woman who had bound him and his bloodline too this land in a curse, like the rest of the town, you wrote it off as just legend.
Until one day, walking into the school, you notice the granddaughter’s shadow, seems to have wings… Could the legend be true?Kiss The Queen's Hand
The royal family was dead. A carriage accident had taken the young pregnant queen and her king. The throne 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? Blurred Lines
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.
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.
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 sortsAnd 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.
The Flip Of A Coin
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
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.
Kitten In A Wolfs Den
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.
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
Lilith jumped off the broad tree limb she'd been sitting on and hit the ground running. She'd thought she'd run far enough from them before she'd climbed up the tree, but the sound of Wolven paws against the soft forest floor told her otherwise. Had her scent given her away? She'd made sure the winds were blowing in the direction opposite from the gathering place, but perhaps she'd misjudged. Or maybe her pursuers had a keener sense of smell than she'd assumed Why did they have to choose her out all the other pack females? She wasn't cut for this kind of responsibility. They knew that about her. They shouldn't have even considered her for it. Plus, unlike the others, she didn't want it. Why the hell had they chosen the one female in the entire town of who didn't want it? She needed to get away, but one thing was for sure, she'd never outrun them in this form. For a moment, she closed her eyes and concentrated on her other self. Silken tendrils of magick curled around her body, seductive and sensual. In a flash, they tightened hard and painfully, as they did every time she shifted. Lilith gasped, but as soon as the pain lanced through her, it was gone. Like slipping on a glove that fit perfectly, her form consumed her human shape, burning most of her clothing up in the change. The tattered remnants of fabric that had survived the shift fell to the leaf strewn ground. Her strides grew longer, more balanced, more sure. She reveled in the feel of the earth and grass beneath her paws. In this form she was easily more fleet of foot than the two males pursuing her, and had the advantages of being both lighter and more flexible.
A linx was faster than wolves. Stretching her muscles and taking joy in the hard contact her paws made as they hit the forest floor, she ran as fast as her sleek body could travel. Even now, when she ran from those that would force her to do something against her will, she exulted in the fit and the freedom of her form. Was she a human playing cat, or a cat playing human? Lilith wasn't sure anymore. The line blurred further with every passing day. She made a turn around a tree trunk, her paws slipping in the fallen leaves, and stopped up short as a rock wall blocked her way. Glancing around her, she saw no clear way around. She'd managed to run herself into thick undergrowth, boulders and fallen trees. The only sure way to freedom was to go back the way she'd come...but her pursuers were too close for that. Inwardly cursing, she peered up at the flat rock wall in front of her. She wasn't familiar yet with these forests and hadn't known her pursuers had been stealthily herding her here. The wind from the gathering storm gusted, bringing with it the scents of her pursuers. They were close...way too close. The choice made for her, she bolted into the thicket and hoped for a way through. Before she could conceal herself in the thick undergrowth, she felt strong jaws close firmly yet gently enough not to break her skin around her back foot and yank. Taken off guard, she stumbled forward. Knowing better than to struggle, since that would only cause the wolf that held her to tear her flesh, she went limp. Carefully, yet with great strength, those jaws bore her backward until she lay sprawled in the clearing. She rolled to her feet, flattened her ears close to her head and hissed. Two great wolves blocked her path to freedom, one huge black male with molten silver eyes and a hulking white with light gold eyes. They were both massive beasts, easily twice her weight.
The elders have made their choice Lil said the white wolf, in her mind.
The elders have made an error, she shot back. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but I don't exactly howl at the moon. What are they thinking?
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?