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- Joined
- Jan 10, 2016
Requirements:
4+ Lines
Male or female allowed as long as you role play as a male.
Smut allowed
Please have it so your character doesn't know who mine's true identity is for awhile.
Enemies? Forever.
Acquaintances? Not likley.
Lovers? Impossible.
Three hundred years ago there was God, or powerful entity as some called her. She watched over the human race with a stern eye, never wielding. None saw her as cruel, most actually saw her as divine, noble.One day though, her temple was invaded, her young daughter being killed in the battle.
Angry? No, she wasn't angry. The young goddess was furious, ready to take her revenge. Summoning a dark demon of destruction she laid ruin to the lands, hundreds being slaughtered. One girl stood tall though, a young woman who could call upon the heavens, her taking down the demon and restoring peace to the lands. But this new found peace didn't last long.
Bitter from this turn of events the goddess turned her attention to the woman's lover, cursing him with a black heart that could never love. Still, the woman tried, doing anything for the man she loved to be the man she once knew again. It wasn't for a couple years before she realized that he could never be changed back, her taking her own life in the misery of his. Once the female was dead, the goddess removed the curse from the man, him feeling love now for his dead lover. Unable to bear the guilt of knowing he caused her death, the young male killed himself as well.
Yet the goddess was not done yet, her believing that they should suffer for eternity. Dividing the lands into two kingdoms, Marcia and Viterra, she made each of their reincarnations be born to a separate land, direct descendants of royals who could have anything they wanted except for the love they craved. And more? These lands were always raging war against each other, the two lovers now enemies in their new lives.
Now, her story...
Akane moved her feet along with the other captured slaves, dragging them across the paved dirt path. Behind her if she turned her head slightly the young female could see a make shift wagon, it not doing so well. The plan was to take her and the other newly captured slaves to the main land of Mercia by wagon, but due to an accident, that was now impossible. So instead, she and many more were trudging through the woods for what seemed like it would become a long journey.
As one could pick up by now, they were on their way to the kingdom of Mercia. A lovely kingdom, it was known for it's incredible scenery, being admired by even the kingdom Viterra secretly. But Akane wasn't here for scenery, not today. Like the others around her, she was a prisoner.
You see, Akane was no average, everyday female. No, she happened to be a direct descendant of the royal line. Being the fifth born, not many from the other kingdom knew her face. They only knew the face of her brothers and sisters. But in this situation, that was a good thing. If the vile guards who had invaded her home land knew that she was not just another peasant, it would surly mean her death. Akane knew to never wander on the outskirts of town, but she still did on occasion. The flowers were fully blossomed, rain glistening off the white petals as a sun began to set in the horizon. It's setting was like an array of pastel colors, them painted along the skies. That she loved, it tempting her to walk along the forbidden grounds to just see them bloom under the full moon.
That's when the Viterra struck. They attacked the outer village of Mercia, another sacrifice of the war that had been going on for hundreds of years. Taking the low wage villagers who lived in the area, they violently pillaged the villagers, taking the then broken survivors into custody. Believing Akane to be just another peasant, she was violently thrust aboard a rotting brown wagon with the others.
After a few hours they finally reached their destination, Akane not being able to hold back a gasp as she looked upon the setting before her. In the town hall their was a large fountain, children playing along the cobbled stone. Many shops were lined along the side. But what took her breath the most was the large palace in front of her.
Inside the palace were the enemies of her family, enemies of her. But for now, for now she would play innocent. Walking in a formation with the other slaves a guard pulls on her shoulder, bringing her close. "Yes, oh yes," he whispers in her ear, "You'll make a good present for the prince," he dragged a finger down her arm, "Or a fun toy for us." Smirking at his own remark he threw her with two other slaves, a man and small child. Shackling them all together he drags them all to the main hall.
Two figures seemed to be talking in the distance, both looking resigned as they paid little mind to the newcomers. "Sir," the guard announced his presence, his voice loud and dominating, "The invasion was successful, and these," he motioned toward Akane and the other two slaves, "Are our prizes."
'Prizes?' Akane thought to herself, assessing his words. Glancing around she sees the two figures turn toward them. One of these men was no doubt the king, his whole form suggesting it. The other was most likely his son, his looks actually matching his father's quite well. Starring up at them Akane put as much innocence as she could muster into her light blue eyes, clutching her outfit gently as she gazed up at them.
4+ Lines
Male or female allowed as long as you role play as a male.
Smut allowed
Please have it so your character doesn't know who mine's true identity is for awhile.
Enemies? Forever.
Acquaintances? Not likley.
Lovers? Impossible.
Three hundred years ago there was God, or powerful entity as some called her. She watched over the human race with a stern eye, never wielding. None saw her as cruel, most actually saw her as divine, noble.One day though, her temple was invaded, her young daughter being killed in the battle.
Angry? No, she wasn't angry. The young goddess was furious, ready to take her revenge. Summoning a dark demon of destruction she laid ruin to the lands, hundreds being slaughtered. One girl stood tall though, a young woman who could call upon the heavens, her taking down the demon and restoring peace to the lands. But this new found peace didn't last long.
Bitter from this turn of events the goddess turned her attention to the woman's lover, cursing him with a black heart that could never love. Still, the woman tried, doing anything for the man she loved to be the man she once knew again. It wasn't for a couple years before she realized that he could never be changed back, her taking her own life in the misery of his. Once the female was dead, the goddess removed the curse from the man, him feeling love now for his dead lover. Unable to bear the guilt of knowing he caused her death, the young male killed himself as well.
Yet the goddess was not done yet, her believing that they should suffer for eternity. Dividing the lands into two kingdoms, Marcia and Viterra, she made each of their reincarnations be born to a separate land, direct descendants of royals who could have anything they wanted except for the love they craved. And more? These lands were always raging war against each other, the two lovers now enemies in their new lives.
Now, her story...
Akane moved her feet along with the other captured slaves, dragging them across the paved dirt path. Behind her if she turned her head slightly the young female could see a make shift wagon, it not doing so well. The plan was to take her and the other newly captured slaves to the main land of Mercia by wagon, but due to an accident, that was now impossible. So instead, she and many more were trudging through the woods for what seemed like it would become a long journey.
As one could pick up by now, they were on their way to the kingdom of Mercia. A lovely kingdom, it was known for it's incredible scenery, being admired by even the kingdom Viterra secretly. But Akane wasn't here for scenery, not today. Like the others around her, she was a prisoner.
You see, Akane was no average, everyday female. No, she happened to be a direct descendant of the royal line. Being the fifth born, not many from the other kingdom knew her face. They only knew the face of her brothers and sisters. But in this situation, that was a good thing. If the vile guards who had invaded her home land knew that she was not just another peasant, it would surly mean her death. Akane knew to never wander on the outskirts of town, but she still did on occasion. The flowers were fully blossomed, rain glistening off the white petals as a sun began to set in the horizon. It's setting was like an array of pastel colors, them painted along the skies. That she loved, it tempting her to walk along the forbidden grounds to just see them bloom under the full moon.
That's when the Viterra struck. They attacked the outer village of Mercia, another sacrifice of the war that had been going on for hundreds of years. Taking the low wage villagers who lived in the area, they violently pillaged the villagers, taking the then broken survivors into custody. Believing Akane to be just another peasant, she was violently thrust aboard a rotting brown wagon with the others.
After a few hours they finally reached their destination, Akane not being able to hold back a gasp as she looked upon the setting before her. In the town hall their was a large fountain, children playing along the cobbled stone. Many shops were lined along the side. But what took her breath the most was the large palace in front of her.
Inside the palace were the enemies of her family, enemies of her. But for now, for now she would play innocent. Walking in a formation with the other slaves a guard pulls on her shoulder, bringing her close. "Yes, oh yes," he whispers in her ear, "You'll make a good present for the prince," he dragged a finger down her arm, "Or a fun toy for us." Smirking at his own remark he threw her with two other slaves, a man and small child. Shackling them all together he drags them all to the main hall.
Two figures seemed to be talking in the distance, both looking resigned as they paid little mind to the newcomers. "Sir," the guard announced his presence, his voice loud and dominating, "The invasion was successful, and these," he motioned toward Akane and the other two slaves, "Are our prizes."
'Prizes?' Akane thought to herself, assessing his words. Glancing around she sees the two figures turn toward them. One of these men was no doubt the king, his whole form suggesting it. The other was most likely his son, his looks actually matching his father's quite well. Starring up at them Akane put as much innocence as she could muster into her light blue eyes, clutching her outfit gently as she gazed up at them.