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Chaia

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I've been gone for a while and I just want to see how returning goes, I miss writing. ^^ I'm looking for 1 or 2 partners that would like an involved story.

Hi!
Thanks for clicking! Let's make this a quickie.

First thing, I’m "literate" and I ask for the same. A nice grasp of grammar and spelling, plenty of detail and characters of some depth are what makes games enjoyable, and I enjoy enjoyable games. Mistakes are fine and I make them plenty, just give me good replies, 2-3 paragraphs, 3rd person is great. Also, I like about 50-60% plot to 50%-40% smut, but this is negotiable depending on what we come up with. Plot is important and what keeps me invested in the game long term, so keep that in mind when considering me as a partner; unless you want something short, we will be plotting.

Secondly, my characters are usually switches, and rarely pure dommes or subs - variety is the spice of life and goes great in smut. My characters like to dominate and be dominated, and will enjoy serenading yours in pleasure as long as they're serenaded back. If you don't like switching, I understand, but I also have to say we're probably incompatible for anything long term that contains smut. I'm also happy to do no-smut games. As for kinks, my F-List is here, please check it out, and if you have one link me, if you don’t, go through mine and pick out what you don’t/do want. That makes it easier on the both of us.

Third, I play by email (preferred) or PM, and have only recently returned to roleplaying after being too busy to write. Due to that, I'm looking for a casual game with an easy startup and pace to get me into gear again, and you can expect replies 1-2x a week. OOC is still important, if you have an idea or something you want, let me know, I’ll do the same and I don’t mind a bit of chatter either. I like crafting scenes and characters for my partner and making the game enjoyable, so the more communication, the better.

Current Ideas
I'm open for any genre, preferably something not modern (or at least modern with fantasy), maybe more futuristic space and medieval fantasy. I would like it to be sensual and romantic too. I haven't done anything masterxslave in a while, so that could be fun. We can brainstorm.

Prince/princessxKnight
DemonxHunter
AngelxDemon
DragonxHuman
VampirexHuman
WerewolfxHuman
CopxMobster
CelebrityxBodyguard/Assistant

I’m not looking for fandoms or furries. PM is the best way to contact me!

Samples
It would be easy to spy the barbarian leader - and not because no one dare walk in front of her. Taller than many women, but shorter than most men, in streamline armor, so stained with blood and grime it turned dark, she carried herself far bigger than she was. A thick, fur collar rested on her shoulders too, part of a heavy cloak that made her seem wide, though not more than her hips. The heavy metal cups on her chest, large as summer melons, were filled with soft, feminine flesh, and the roundness shown in her hips were indeed the curves of maturity. Just by the weight she carried alone, it could be assumed she was muscular, a warrior on level with the best of her men, perhaps even higher. Scars raked her suntanned skin and showed in the uneven cut of her artery red hair. There was wear only on the surface though, her brown eyes beamed with undiminished youth, and her step was flowing, if heavy. If she had been badly injured before, lack of age helped her heal quick and seamless.

Behind her came a small parcel of her force, men and women, haggard, missing eyes, disfigured, all armored and furred. And between them, prisoners, shackled with cuffs that connected to spiked collars...if they pulled, if they tried to run, they would stab themselves around the neck a dozen times before getting far. Cruel, but very efficient. Jeera's eyes honed in on the tent flap, and she raised her hand, asking the others to slow, so as not to seem too aggressive. That was a bit hard, though. The iron claws she wore on her fingers were long, razor sharp, and blood-crusted, and if one looked under her arms, they would find serrated spikes lining the armor, waiting to hug and bleed an opponent dry. There was also the matter of the two short swords mounted on her back, moderately hooked and serrated as well, with grooves throughout the metal, meant to be rubbed with poison. Jeera was every bit the monster one would imagine, it even showed in the cordial smile she tried offering when she entered.

She sat in the chair in the front of the table, somehow ladylike in the way she gathered her cloak as if it were skirts. Sitting close to her like that, one could see hints of delicacy, in the plumpness of full bowed lips, the softness of her jaw, the almond wideness of her eyes. Perhaps that mouth could tenderly graze and massage, perhaps there was refinery beneath layers and layers of dented, gritty bulk and iron. Her hair might've been wild, but it fell just sweet about her blushing cheeks, and her gaze, though predatory, was somehow understanding. And when she spoke after a second or so, her voice was undoubtedly woman with a minor lilt. "I wonder...did the king lose his balls somewhere? Surely, he would not want to talk with any other murderer on my level. How scared, he must be." She targeted the two men of his standing on either side of the table, and her gaze alone could rip their faces off.

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Firelight and shuffling, heavy boots upon her, Onna maintained the front as she wished, a pinkish phantom heading a pack of hired defenders. The path was unkempt and overgrown, snaking the hills through grass tall as her and weeds that seemed to snatch. She pulled from those that latched, snapped the stalks that held too tight, and listened to the voices behind her. She didn't show it, but in a way, she was almost jealous. They had explored, lived like she was unable to, and the things they spoke of were mostly foreign. Him too, the brash one with the sapphire gaze; blue was her favorite color in the eyes, and he was young, but buffed. He had been through things that dented his chestpiece and dirtied the leathers beneath. Onna was curious, no matter how she tried patting it down, and him coming up behind her made her tries more useless.

Atop one of the taller hills crested for the sky, her thoughts finally broke when she paused. Everything was new to her, and the night clouds had never looked so much like cashmere. She almost thought she could stand on tiptoe and run her fingers through them, along with the sea around them. It was vast, the whole land quilted in shadow, forever and on. "Hm...I wonder how it is in daylight," she mused. Silvery grasses glittering, still covered in fog that rolled like tides, but different, still different. Onna didn't stop for long, though in doing so, her magic noticed something. Similar to webs spread around her, it felt like it was touched by something - or someone - creeping, and she slid the hood down to look. It was too dark to discern anything, and the silence didn't move. Maybe it was a hare or a fowl, retreating from the escort's noise.

The magic said otherwise, and that was when an arrow burst through the air. She heard it first, whirled, stopped it midair with an invisible magic hand, her breath stuck in her throat. Immediately, more rained from the grass, and crudely armored, dirty marauders roared onto the path. Shouts, blood from where mercenaries were struck and slashed, and the harsh clang of swords on clubs. Onna dove from the path of a charging bandit with a horned helmet, knocking into another and ducking through his legs. A swing, air screaming, caught by her magic and thrown. She wretched the mace free, bludgeoned the bandit in the face with a tremendous blow, listened to bone crack in the onslaught. There were too many of them, too fast, she watched in horror as a mercenary was bulled through the chest, blade puncturing. She froze in that, splatter dotting her face, the sensation of blood rolling on her lips lost in shock.
 
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