I am bored, and thus in the proverbial market for a good game. Or one on one. Or both, since I enjoy multitasking and my prowess therein knows no real bounds. Though I do prefer one on one. You might wonder what sort of Rp I demand (Yes, demand - You mortal-types are here for my amusement, after all.) I will answer that with, I am open to suggestions, with, obviously, the provisions of what's dictated in that wonderful link located in the signature, articles that have been penned by a most affluent and eloquent scholar.
Handsome devil that he is.
To provide an idea of the types of storylines I am inclined toward, allow me to regale you with a few over-views of storylines I have previously done before - And still do occasionally enjoy playing out.
For those unfamiliar with the Faerie Dragon - The general body design is expectably Dragon, with the exception of twin antennae at their brow and fragile, iridescent wings not unlike that of a monarch butterfly's. As well, they're tiny - At most a foot in height, and half that again in length.
1. Imagine your average big, buff, busty heroine, out in the world scrounging up arcane artifacts and wondrous ancient treasures. Such a profession suggests having aid handy, for all that it is, after all, a dangerous occupation. In this instance, such aid is a diminutive Faerie Dragon, one whom she comes across and convinces along; ensue adventure, sexual deviancy, and various magical artifacts with questionable purposes. The main draw of this particular Sl is the considerable variety - Various quests, any number of kinky, quirky effects from the afore-mentioned magical items found, guest characters, et cetera. The specifics are slightly adjustable - Make the heroine a cowgirl and the setting a sorcerous Wild West, for instance.
2. One requiring a trifle more effort than generally exerted, as it requires not one, not two, but -three- lovely Faeries opposite the miniscule drake. Herein, a high-born Fae - Perhaps of royal blood - decides she wants the perfect mount - A Fae Dragon, not much of a stretch since the lore they are from dictates that such occurs anyway. At any rate, she and her closest friend (and as it happens, bodyguard,) set out to scour one up. Once found and convinced into service, the lilliputian's ferreted away to his new home. The last Fae in question, a stablehand whom is set into the role of caretaker of the drake.
The Royal has fairly straightforward intentions - She adores her drake, and a relationship gradually blooms betwixt them - Albeit, with saddles and reins thrown in for kink. The bodyguard also has an interest in the wyrm, although she, a fairly dominant individual, is more into the leather and bondage thing - Whereas the stablehand is an exceedingly compliant individual whom would double as a breeder should the Royal decide as much. Other intrigues can be added - It is a court, after all.
3. A powerful kingdom has reached a tenuous peace with an adjacent empire; the stalemate has been reached after many a year of destructive warfare and both sides are hurting from it. In an attempt to solidify relationships, an emissary has been sent to the kingdom - Expecting some regal and eloquent noble, they are instead surprised to recieve an imperious, arrogant, smarmy and generally egotistic tiny Dragon, whose oddness must be put up with. This can go any number of ways - I would expect to finesse the particulars with anyone deigning to play this storyline.
4. Inspired by a rather charming image as devised by the artiste Furronika in which a cub is cradled and fawned over by several amply endowed anthro' lionesses... This particular story would involve the runty casually murdering the previous king of the pride, after playing witness to an act of cruelty or two; after all, no woman should be so ill-treated. Having thusly deposed of the tyrant, the drake is promptly amused to find that this leaves him as the new reigning lord.
5. Another idea would involve a student of a sorcerous academy inadvertently summoning the afore-mentioned little drake, binding them together as familiar and mage. Undoubtedly awkward together at first, a pleasantly close relationship inevitably evolves, with no small amount of interesting events to form (Hard to dodge when magic-in-training is involved.) 'course there's also the potential of the academy's staff, other students, et cetera, that could be discussed.
But wait - That's not all. Act now and maybe you'll find yourself fortunate enough to snare a larger serpent. In general, my Dragons are healthily large - That is, the average is thirty-feet overall, with the body about nineteen of that and the rest devoted to tail.
6. An individual - An aristocrat, a knight, whatever - with means to acquiare a great Dragon, does so, with all the intent of possessing an exotic pet, and strives to break him in, so to speak, as an aerial mount, a breeding stud, an 'enforcer,' or what-have-you. This can go more than a few ways - Perhaps the wyrm finds the lifestyle to follow one of enjoyable indolence, fawned over by admirers with only the occasional airborne jaunt plus rider, or growling and looking intimidating at appropriate times. Perhaps, instead, the purchaser finds herself enthralled by the beast and becomes his own vassal. Perhaps, still, a love/hate tension forms - Who knows! It's a mystery.
7. An epicurean temple of priestesses hold the wyrm as a sort of religious icon - He is their protectors, their savior, their avenger. There are, however, other religions that do not hold this view; Long-established temples hold sway in the world at large, and it is not uncommon that these organizations attempt to crush out anything they deem as pagan. Their tyrannical grip on the surrounding kingdoms can make for no small amount of dramatics and - The like.
And just to show that oMg I can do other things than tiny (or massive) reptilian lap-pets (or monstrosities,) here's something with wolves. Yes, plural.
8. Orcs make for great trackers - Likely it is due to the inundiation of warfare and the like in their lives. For this storyline, the Winter Wolf and his pack are willingly under the thrall of a certain Orc - A female one, at that, whose decided vocation is that of bounty-hunter. Said Orc is hired to track down and retrieve a kidnapped noble - An Elf, also decidedly female. It is a long time in searching, but she is eventually found, relatively unharmed and unmarred. Naturally, an Orc and Elf don't precisely get along... But the trip back proves fairly illuminating and interesting for all parties involved, particularly the Elf.
Right then. I've blathered a lot, and in detail, and if anyone steals these ideas I will carve out their eyes and bring the watery kiss of Dread Cthulhu's madness upon their hapless souls. I'a Dagon! I'a Hydra! I'a Great Cthulhu!
And no, I am open to new and interesting ideas, too. Feel free to suggest. Or not. It's your trip, man.