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“You will do this, for your people.” His cold words passed right over her.

“Nakia, look at me.”

Her grey eyes turned from the wall to the matching pair of eyes that hid under bushy eyebrows. She saw his lips, hidden by an equally bushy beard, move, but she couldn’t register his words.

“You will marry the king. Tell me you understand.”

There was not a single hint of grey in his hair, on his face or his head, despite the fact he was fifty years old. His skin was probably smooth as a twenty year olds under that beard. It was the perks to being King and having access to experimental Elixirs, afterall. If he shaved the beard, Nakia would have stared into a more masculine version of herself. The same almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones and full lips would be staring back at her. They even had the same shade of stormy grey eyes. Was that why they were the Stormes? Because of their eyes?

“Nakia!” He snapped.

“I understand.” She whispered automatically, not even recognizing the sound of her own voice.

King Adrian of Wiris nodded. “You are dismissed.”

He had always been so cold, so harsh with her. Even his bastard, Nakia’s older brother got more warmth from the man than she did. Was it because she was female? Was it becase his heir ended up being a woman? Is that why he was doing this to her?

Nakia turned her body around, forcing her feet to move, her high ponytail swishing with the movement, the ends of her hair brushing the small of her back. She forced herself to walk forward, out of the office, out of the inner circle of hell. Hell wasn’t fire. Hell was ice. She walked down the stone halls lined with portraits of her ancestors, all with those same cheekbones and same eyes. They could all be twins, if they all had black hair like the current royal family had. She couldn’t even acknowledge people as they greeted her with gentle, loving smiles and soft words. Their people loved their fierce warrioress.

She didn’t know how she got there, but she ended up in the guard barracks, staring into the same eyes as her fathers. But these eyes weren’t cold, they were concerned. They were accompanied by handsome features that looked nothing like a Storme’s face, and pale blond hair. He had been sitting on one of the bunks, sharpening his sword.

“Nakia?” Her brother asked, setting his sword down and standing.

Why couldn’t she have been born a man?

“Sweetheart?”

Hot tears filled her eyes and her bottom lip trembled. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, her arms wrapping around her abdomen. “Chaol..” She sobbed.

“Nakia?!” Chaol knelt in front of her, his warm calloused hands pulling her into his embrace.


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It wouldn’t be long now, that she knew. She could hardly look out the window as their caravan descended into the valley, growing ever so closer to the enormous castle built into the mountainside. Most of the castle, she was told, was actually made within the mountain. What was seen from the outside didn’t even begin to cover the largeness of the Naedranian castle. All around them were tall trees, their thick trunks wider than the length of a horse. Despite the sun, and the greenery, it was cold. But Nakia wasn’t wearing a cloak, her bare arms forming goosebumps.

She was staring at the wall opposite of hers in the carriage. Chaol was sitting beside her, holding her hand, his thumb running across her knuckles. He had taken off the metal glove that was apart of his Kingsguard armor just for the purpose of holding Nakia’s hand. But his felt like ice in hers.

She would be alone. The caravan would drop her off and go home. Her father didn’t let her bring anyone else. She even had to hide her sword in her luggage. Chaol wouldn’t be there with her. For the first time in her twenty years of existence, her big brother wouldn’t be there to hold her hand and tell her it would be okay.

“It’ll be alright, Nakia. At least you’re free from Adrian.” Chaol was always trying to cheer her up.

“I’m trapped.” Was all she said.

“Trapped? Nonsense. Look at this place, sister. It’s beautiful. You get to spend your days in a wild, beautiful place. You could run with the wolves, or jump in a lake naked. “

“Lissa was the one who was supposed to be shipped off to some other kingdom.” Lissa was the fifth child of Adrians, the fourth pure blooded royal, and the only other woman. Nakia was supposed to be queen - she was supposed to be whored out for the benefit of the kingdom. “I can’t do this, Chaol. I can’t.”

Chaol put his hand on Nakia’s cheek and turned her head so she was looking at him. His face was grim and sad, but there was a fierceness to his eyes, a joy that Nakia had never seen.
“Sister, you can still be the bad ass warrior. You’re just going to be the bad ass warrior dragon queen. You answer to noone, and everyone will bow to you. Not because you’re the daughter of a tyrant, but because you’re husband is a fierce dragon. And they will know how fierce you are. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. You are free, Nakia, unlike the rest of us. It may not be the freedom you want, but you are free nonetheless. Don’t think of all the bad things.”

Nakia nodded, and smiled.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as they climbed the mountain to get to the castle. But it was racing by the time she was stepping out of her carriage. Her luggage was being carried inside by some servants. She smoothed out her red dress nervously, and pulled her long black braid over her shoulder.The jewels embedded into the silky material sparkled in the sunlight. She turned to Chaol.

“I’ll write to you.” He promised.

She got up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his bulky neck, breathing in his scent one last time. His returning hug nearly crushed her ribs.

“And don’t get lazy on me - when I come visit I expect you to kick my ass in a fight. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, sis.”

“I love you too, Chaol.”

From there, she walked up the steps and entered the main hall. Her brother didn’t turn his back until she was out of sight.

Standing in the main hall, were her new family, Nakia assumed. The auburn haired man must have been King Fyren - his clothing looked way too expensive and new to be otherwise. And the woman next to him must have been the queen mother. She calmed took a deep breath, calming her heart while she approached them. Her face was stone. It was the only way she could survive this without having a breakdown. She had to make herself stone.

She stopped in front of them, and curtsied.

I am craving this so badly. I don't exactly have much of a plot, just like a few fragments of my thoughts and what not, but I would ADORE plotting with someone with these two. These Gods are completely original and what not.

So what I'm thinking is this: Death and Life are the king/queen of the Gods. They were the first to inhabit the planet, they fell in love, had a bunch of kids and stuff, and the two had a falling out. This falling out caused Death to ditch his soulmate, his children, and the other Gods and he pretty much became the equivalent of Hades or whatever.

But we'd start with THEIR origin story. How they were made, all that good stuff. Death was first, he'd been around since the world was barren and lifeless. But once the rain started to fall and the sun started to shine and animals started to take over what once used to be a dead planet, Life shows up.

Death had been so lonely. So when he saw Life, he was drawn to her right away. He watched her for awhile before finally approaching her.

But at first, Life is terrified of Death and tells him to go away.

Of course, Death doesn't go away. And eventually she gives in.

There's so much we can do with this. We could even eventually add humans to the mix and others gods and goddesses and UGH I WANT IT.

there's a history between a hunter and a werewolf, and there's a group of hunters that are kind of like the government for supernatural creatures, but the government kind of turned corrupt and the hunter was supposed to kill the werewolf because she's cursed like the lycans of old, and with that kind of werewolf it was kind of widely believed that every time a werewolf like that shifts they go crazy like when they do on a full moon (totally not true, but that's what they thought) but then the hunter doesn't kill the wolf and lies about what he is, they fall in love and overthrow the hunters but then he's revealed and shit goes down, they pretty much break up, and a year later everything has gone to hell because the werewolf won't clean up her mess because she's heartbroken over the hunter

The supernatural world is governed by an order of humans called the Knights. The Knights nearly hunted almost every single species of supernatural into extinction about a thousand years ago. But, before they could be wiped out,t he supernatural made a pact with the Knights. As long as the supernatural followed the Knights rules, they would leave them alone. If there were any rule breakers, the Knights would kill them. But they could not, under any circumstance kill an innocent supernatural.

The rules are very simple: Don't kill other humans, and don't let them discover the supernatural world.

Of course, not every race agreed to this pact, and of course there were always the ones who thought they could get away with giving into their nature. But for the most part, things have been peaceful.

Up until about 20 years ago. When the Commander, leader of the Knights started his reign of terror. No one really said anything, because they had no proof. The Commander had used an elite team of assassins to hunt down supernaturals, regardless if they were innocent or not.

An alpha werewolf and his mate spoke up against the Knights, accusing them of doing exactly what everyone had been suspecting of them doing. A week after these accusations, the couple mysteriously died, leaving their child, A, to lead the pack.

A, who was mad with grief, started making plans, forming alliances with other supernaturals. The beginnings of a rebellion was taking place.

B was a Knight. Not just any Knight, though. When B was a baby the Commander, B's father signed B up to be injected with a drug that was supposed to enhance the senses, enhance strength and speed, and speed up the healing process. B was the only survivor of the drug.

However, the Knights and B's father never viewed B as human. Because B was so much stronger and faster than the rest, B was always considered supernatural. A weapon, and that was all. All B knew was a life of killing.

The order never caught wind of A's plan, but they discovered something else about A that meant she had to die, in their eyes.

They found out that A was a Lycankin, a werewolf that shared their ancestors the Lycans curse. Lycans were nearly all gone, due to the Knights and the other various methods that kept them under control during the full moon and having them not bite poor humans. Werewolves are the descendants of Lycans, a product of Lycans mating humans. And while the most common way to spread the curse is through bite, there is another, very rare way. Sometimes there was a genetic fluke in a werewolf's genes. The fluke caused said werewolf to share the Lycan curse. While still able to shift at will, like a Lycan, on the full moon a werewolf turns into a grotesque half human half beast, and the pain of the transformation, like Lycans, makes them go insane.

Truly that was reason enough for Knights to hunt down any Lycankin on the planet, just like their ancestors, but there was more. Werewolves are balanced between human and beast, that's how they're able to transform at will. Lycans, however, are not balanced, hence the full moon thing. Lyncakin are off balance, causing their beast to be a little more present than other werewolves. When shifting, Knights believed they "hulk out", or in other words, go insane like they do on a full moon.

Which, obviously isn't true, but they thought it was

So they sent B to take out A. As B watched A, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, B saw that A wasn't a monster. A was just a freak of nature, just like B, but A always followed the rules.

But if he came back empty handed, B would be dead.

So B showed up at A's door, covered in wounds B inflicted upon him/herself, claiming to be a witch/warlock who was tortured by the Knights. The Knights managed to bind B, and so B had no more powers. But B had escaped, and B needed somewhere to go.

A let B inside. B joined her rebellion. A and B fell in love. And eventually, they took down the Knights.

But the Commander, when confront by A and B, told A the truth about B. When the Commander was dead, A freaked out on B. A accused B of lying about everything, including B's affection for A. A hit B, and then stormed off.

It's been a year since that's happened, and everything has been in chaos. Strange events have been happening, at least to the humans that's what they were called. Without order, the supernaturals are running amok. A went into hiding, selfishly not fixing the mess A created, and while others tried, no one listened. They wanted A. And A refused to re-appear.

And B reverted back to B's hunting self.

But A was stalking a vampire that's been killing prostitutes while he fed from them. Vampire attacked A and almost killed her. B, coincidentally, was stalking the same vampire and came to the rescue. A got bit, and vampire venom for werewolves was like a painful poison that didn't kill, but crippled quite well. So A, until the venom got out of her/his system, was very defenseless. B, who is still very much in love with A, brought her/him back to B's place to care for A while A recovered.

A still cares about B too. In fact, A regrets how she/he acted. But A thinks B hates her/him.

A wakes up, and they talk. They find out that they both have been having the same dream of a violet eye and a silky sweet voice calling out to them.

Notes: I can play either role, A or B.

- Most of this is pretty much just the history between them. We'd be starting out the roleplay when it's been a year and B found A.

- Or, if you want, we CAN RP out the whole thing, starting when B first saw A, if you'd like

Mysticwood and Adarlan have been at each others throats since the beginning of time. Adarlan is a kingdom of a special kind of human, who's physical strength can match that of a... well, Vampire. Mysticwood is ruled by a coven of vampires named Jaeger. Kai Jaeger is five hundred years old and is a blood thirsty tyrant.

To the south lies an Empire that hates anything that cannot be explained by science. The Southern Empire has been slowly making it's way north for decades, and it's well on it's way to Adarlan. While Adarlan is made up of the fiercest warriors, it's also a small kingdom and wouldn't be able to fight off the Empire (that has never lost a war before) by itself.

So, they turn to their enemy. Mysticwood, for help.

The kings eldest child is sent to Mysticwood as an ambassador. The prince/princess tells Kai what's going on, and that if Kai had any hope of keeping his throne and not having him and his whole kingdom wiped out, he needed to cooperate. The catch is that he has to send his youngest child, a precious Daywalker that everyone pretty much worships like a god, to come with the prince/princess to Adarlan. Just until the war with the Empire is over, to ensure that Mysticwood doesn't turn on Adarlan.

fallen angel, banished to Earth for improper acts with the (fe)male (s)he was supposed to guard and stripped of his/her wings/powers except during the night of the full moon (and the day after), is permitted to return to Heaven only if (s)he can convert an atheist to Christianity. The angel, however, didn't count on the atheist being (fe)male and looking almost exactly like his/her dearly Fallen. Now, while trying to sway the atheist back (or to) the folds of Christianity, (s)he must also keep his emotions--and his/her true identity--in check.

Most of my RPs are very flexible gender wise, but I'm afraid I'd like this one to be only with the werewolf being a male and the half-breed being a female.

So female werewolves are few and far between. Werewolves can only be born, not made, and human females generally cannot survive a pregnancy with a werewolf's child. But those that do have werewolf boys or half-breed girls. But most of the time, human women have werewolf boys.

Half-Breeds are very rare. They cannot shift, but their scent is intoxicating to the other sex. Human men get hit harder than werewolf males with this scent, to the point where sometimes they feel like they're drugged and they can't control themselves. Along with their scent, they have the enhanced senses of werewolves and are stronger than a human, but not as strong as a werewolf. Half-Breeds are the only ones that can have full blooded werewolf baby girls, so their coveted.

But MC (The half-breed) was not born in a pack. MC was born in the city, where her parents dropped her off at an orphanage immediately and took off. MC has no idea what she is.

Until YC, who's going out for a run, comes across the familiar scent. He shifts in front of her, assuming that she knows what he is. She in fact does not, and freaks out and runs away. He catches up to her, explains what she is, and convinces her to visit his pack. The way he convinces her is by saying he can help her with the opposite sex problem. But he doesn't tell her that the only way to dampen her scent is to take a werewolf mate.

Eventually, YC realizes that he wants MC as a mate and tells her that. She says that she just met him, and the answer was no.

She goes back to her life, and tries to forget about all of it.

Until her roommate comes home with a dog, that's actually YC in disguise.

Alright, so I don't have an exact idea for this as well. Really, what I'm thinking though is that this could kind of be like True Blood - vampires have been exposed to the world, it's been a couple years since that's happened, there's a synthetic blood thing that vampires consume instead of actual flesh, that kind of thing.