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The Everviolet Evergreen
The Evergreen Queen of the Evergrove
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2019
- Location
- The Evergrove
Welcome Weary Traveler!
Please sit down and rest
I'm Everviolet, the Queen of the Evergrove and this is the Grove of the Gods
As I said above, I'm Everviolet, it's a pleasure to finally meet you all.
I hope we'll have lots of fun!
Here's my introduction and a little about me.
Feel free to open it.... if you dare! whahaha
Anyway now! On to the roleplays and such.
I'll be working on improving this as time goes on
F-list - Warning
Roleplay Settings
Please sit down and rest
I'm Everviolet, the Queen of the Evergrove and this is the Grove of the Gods
As I said above, I'm Everviolet, it's a pleasure to finally meet you all.
I hope we'll have lots of fun!
Here's my introduction and a little about me.
Feel free to open it.... if you dare! whahaha
Anyway now! On to the roleplays and such.
I'll be working on improving this as time goes on
F-list - Warning
Roleplay Settings
Prisnessa Joy, as one of many articles of the newly found peace agreement between her home county of Dracvahr and the neighboring human country of Breyvania to stop the forty years of war, was to be made a hostage and forced to live with the humans in Breyvania. As she is her father’s, the King of Dracvahr’s, only daughter she, at the age of five, was made to leave her house and home to live in the Grand Mansion of the Breyvanian King’s estate. Luckily she was accompanied by one of her maids what would be with her when Prisnessa is in Breyvania so she had at least a friend in this strange new land. On the other side of the house, the Breyvanian King was made to, as part of the agreement, send his second born son and prince over to Dracvahr as a hostage. Other agreements were put into place but the topping on the cake to ensure a stable peace was the fact that she and the second born prince were to be killed on the onset of war. She didn’t want to die this young however her fate was in the lands of her father and the King of Breyvania.
Many years past for Prisnessa in the Breyvanian King’s Grand Mansion and she was growing accustomed to the Breyvanian’s language, that wasn’t too different from the Dracvahrian tongue. Over many weeks and months, she studied in the Mansion’s great library with the help of her maid and a few humans that she had befriended over the five years she was locked away in the Mansion. Most of the humans around her either hated or feared her for being a demon, a human with an ancient dragon bloodline flowing through their veins. Her bloodline, that of a Pure Demon, was, in her country, seen as an honorable and magnificent if not an almost holy symbol. Her family’s only claim and unchallenged hold on the throne of Dracvahr was because their blood was seen a gift of the Dragon God, the head god in Dracvahr, and to challenge it was seen as heresy. She read and studied the great works of art in the library, learning about the many countries around Dracvahr and Breyvania, history, math, science, language, law, about the local regions of Breyvania and economics. When she wasn’t in the library, eating, greeting human dignitaries that wished to see her, sleeping, she was learning to cast magic from the King’s own Court Wizard, horseback riding under the watchful eyes of the Mansion Guards, and Chess with some of the humans. At this time she met the First Prince, the First Princess and Third Prince of Breyvania. Quickly she befriended the 8 year old princess and 7 year old prince but the First Prince, who was 4 years older than her, rejected her tries to be friendly. Such was the First Prince.
Over the next 8 years she wrote her parents and siblings each and every week with the King of Breyvanian permission to update them on her health and general well being. She somehow befriended the First Prince, though still under neutral terms with him, after she asked him the most important question she ever asked him. ‘“Can we still be friends, even if I’m a demon?”’ but his eyes looked in pain.
After a few weeks and after her 18th (or 19th) birthday she would discover what caused the looks of pain.
She was to be wed.in a diplomatic marriage
Demon Girl x Human Guy Pairing
Prisnessa x First Prince but I’m open to another pairing
An alternative image for Prisnessa Joy is: Prisnessa Joy 2
Many years past for Prisnessa in the Breyvanian King’s Grand Mansion and she was growing accustomed to the Breyvanian’s language, that wasn’t too different from the Dracvahrian tongue. Over many weeks and months, she studied in the Mansion’s great library with the help of her maid and a few humans that she had befriended over the five years she was locked away in the Mansion. Most of the humans around her either hated or feared her for being a demon, a human with an ancient dragon bloodline flowing through their veins. Her bloodline, that of a Pure Demon, was, in her country, seen as an honorable and magnificent if not an almost holy symbol. Her family’s only claim and unchallenged hold on the throne of Dracvahr was because their blood was seen a gift of the Dragon God, the head god in Dracvahr, and to challenge it was seen as heresy. She read and studied the great works of art in the library, learning about the many countries around Dracvahr and Breyvania, history, math, science, language, law, about the local regions of Breyvania and economics. When she wasn’t in the library, eating, greeting human dignitaries that wished to see her, sleeping, she was learning to cast magic from the King’s own Court Wizard, horseback riding under the watchful eyes of the Mansion Guards, and Chess with some of the humans. At this time she met the First Prince, the First Princess and Third Prince of Breyvania. Quickly she befriended the 8 year old princess and 7 year old prince but the First Prince, who was 4 years older than her, rejected her tries to be friendly. Such was the First Prince.
Over the next 8 years she wrote her parents and siblings each and every week with the King of Breyvanian permission to update them on her health and general well being. She somehow befriended the First Prince, though still under neutral terms with him, after she asked him the most important question she ever asked him. ‘“Can we still be friends, even if I’m a demon?”’ but his eyes looked in pain.
After a few weeks and after her 18th (or 19th) birthday she would discover what caused the looks of pain.
She was to be wed.in a diplomatic marriage
Demon Girl x Human Guy Pairing
Prisnessa x First Prince but I’m open to another pairing
An alternative image for Prisnessa Joy is: Prisnessa Joy 2
Moth’s from the highly sought after slave race called the Thanian who are known for their snow white hair, deep red eyes, ears and tails of a wolf or fox and, feats of great strength and agility for the males and feats of great beauty for the females. The Thanians have been a slave race under the Human majority Pastruycian Dominion for four centuries when the Dominion conquered the lands the Thanian called home and are one of a dozen races that the Dominion subjugated. As they are the oldest of the races conquered, the Thanian hold a special, if not sacred standing within the Dominion. Despite being a slave race, it’s not uncommon for Thanians to be treated like with some varying degree of respect as they are seen as a gift from the Pastruycian’s Goddess of the Harvest who is depicted as a wolf or a human with a wolf face. And it’s not uncommon for them to be “freed” after a few decades working for their Master or Mistress. Unfortunately for Moth, her decades of service are just beginning.
Moth was walked onto the stage with seven other female Thanian girls with their wrists and ankles bound in cold iron, their metal collars bound to one another in a line with heavy chains. She was the fourth in the line. They were naked for all the onlookers to see their assets, the buyers examined the living goods before they bought one of the girls. The seller claims them of virgins and the seller had an old medicine woman check the girl’s,and Moth’s, in a lengthy assessment that made between their thighs wet. Moth was a virgin, she hadn’t been taken by a Mate or a Human, which increased her value by three times. All the girls were virgins and had a pin tagged to their ears. It was their auction number and Moth was 610. The auction started quickly after the buyers finished up looking at them.
The first girl sold quickly at a high price. The second girl sold not at as quickly or at a higher price then the first. The third sold in 30 seconds. Then it was Moth’s turn. The auction started with haste and soon numbers were being called out and the price was going up and up. Soon a voice called out 1 million Dominian Grains which shocked the buyers, onlookers and the rest of the crowd.
Moth is her slave name but her new Master/ Mistress can keep it or give her a new name.
Wolf Girl/ Buyer
The Pastruycian Dominion is basically Rome meet the Renaissance
Moth was walked onto the stage with seven other female Thanian girls with their wrists and ankles bound in cold iron, their metal collars bound to one another in a line with heavy chains. She was the fourth in the line. They were naked for all the onlookers to see their assets, the buyers examined the living goods before they bought one of the girls. The seller claims them of virgins and the seller had an old medicine woman check the girl’s,and Moth’s, in a lengthy assessment that made between their thighs wet. Moth was a virgin, she hadn’t been taken by a Mate or a Human, which increased her value by three times. All the girls were virgins and had a pin tagged to their ears. It was their auction number and Moth was 610. The auction started quickly after the buyers finished up looking at them.
The first girl sold quickly at a high price. The second girl sold not at as quickly or at a higher price then the first. The third sold in 30 seconds. Then it was Moth’s turn. The auction started with haste and soon numbers were being called out and the price was going up and up. Soon a voice called out 1 million Dominian Grains which shocked the buyers, onlookers and the rest of the crowd.
Moth is her slave name but her new Master/ Mistress can keep it or give her a new name.
Wolf Girl/ Buyer
The Pastruycian Dominion is basically Rome meet the Renaissance
This is a world of modern fantasy where the fantasy races try to live and at least work together towards a better place for their children. The discrimination that plagued some of the races, such as Orcs, Tieflings and other monstrous races like the Minotaur or the Satyr, have decreased over the last 1000 years but tensions still run high between the races. High Elves are at the top of the civilized totem pole and live in luxury with most of the dwarves, humans and other elves living in generally in the range of lower upper class to lower middle class. Orcs and the others population, as a majority, in the lower middle class to the lowest points of wealth and it’s rare for an orc to be wealthy. It’s a world of Elven Oppression but with the Elves heading magic research and technological development, with their scientist having centuries and not decades to study and experiment, the average lifespan for most of the non-elven races has almost doubled with human living around 200 years now.
Up in one of the many skyscrapers in the grand city of Efstone, lives an Elf and her new husband. They married a few weeks ago and are still very much in the honeymoon stage of their marriage.Only a year ago they met at work and nine months ago they started dating. It was the talk of the office. For nine months that they dated they were inseparable, almost at the hip but they respected one another’s personal space. Four months ago they moved into an apartment in one of the skyscrapers in the downtown core that was a 15 minute to work by public transit. It was a lovely two bedroom with a full bathroom apartment and a Jacuzzi. A balcony overlooked downtown and they could even see the ocean, the beautiful sunsets and the months fireworks displays in the bay. The apartment came with spacious living room, a dining room and kitchen. In spite of how expensive it sounds, the apartment was the average lower upper class apartment in the downtown core. It was house and home to them, a place of love and happiness.
This Elf is Ashryn Balyra, the only daughter of the Tech Tycoon and who also forbidden her from half of his fortune, the other half going to her eldest brother and only sibling, until she can work in a career of her picking for 200 years, a fifth of an Elven lifespan. So far she worked 150 years by the time she and her hubby got married but she doesn’t care about the money because having a happy husband and a stable marriage is all that she can ask her.
World is like Bright but less grim and gritty
Elf girl x husband, I’m looking for a human, elf or orc. Open to suggestions.
Alternative for Ashryn: Ashryn
Alternative for Ashryn: Ashryn
Alternative for Ashryn: Ashryn
Up in one of the many skyscrapers in the grand city of Efstone, lives an Elf and her new husband. They married a few weeks ago and are still very much in the honeymoon stage of their marriage.Only a year ago they met at work and nine months ago they started dating. It was the talk of the office. For nine months that they dated they were inseparable, almost at the hip but they respected one another’s personal space. Four months ago they moved into an apartment in one of the skyscrapers in the downtown core that was a 15 minute to work by public transit. It was a lovely two bedroom with a full bathroom apartment and a Jacuzzi. A balcony overlooked downtown and they could even see the ocean, the beautiful sunsets and the months fireworks displays in the bay. The apartment came with spacious living room, a dining room and kitchen. In spite of how expensive it sounds, the apartment was the average lower upper class apartment in the downtown core. It was house and home to them, a place of love and happiness.
This Elf is Ashryn Balyra, the only daughter of the Tech Tycoon and who also forbidden her from half of his fortune, the other half going to her eldest brother and only sibling, until she can work in a career of her picking for 200 years, a fifth of an Elven lifespan. So far she worked 150 years by the time she and her hubby got married but she doesn’t care about the money because having a happy husband and a stable marriage is all that she can ask her.
World is like Bright but less grim and gritty
Elf girl x husband, I’m looking for a human, elf or orc. Open to suggestions.
Alternative for Ashryn: Ashryn
Alternative for Ashryn: Ashryn
Alternative for Ashryn: Ashryn
It was a cold realm of darkness she was born into alone. Under the stormy surface, in the vast and dangerous she hatched from her egg. Icy salty water filled her nose, mouth and gills and what oxygen was in the depth breathed life into her fragile body. A biological force, an ancient instinct, pushed her to get out of her collapsing egg that she called home for a time unknown to her. For the first time she scanned the darkness around her, the ruby red eyes taking a moment to adjust before she looked at the scene before her. Forty-five eggs, her kin’s eggs, seemed to have hatched before her own. Another instinct, unlike the first, washed over her as she looked closer to the eggs. They weren’t open because they hatch, and upon looking away from them, she concluded the worst. They were smashed open, her kin that were inside being ripped out of their protective shell before they could have hatched. Something had done this to her kin. And she then felt the cold loneliness of her existence sink into her skin and mind. More biological pushes focused her mind elsewhere. Not mourning for her lost siblings wasn’t something she was all too happy about but the thing that killed them could still be around and she needed to survive. Surviving wasn’t just for herself, now she had the fate of her family, her kin and maybe her race in her hands. She fled, she ran fast, swam silently and lost her home behind.
More instincts came to her as her grew in the cold oceans. They were the only things that drove her forwards to her next meal, her next hiding place, her reaching one more day in the vast and dangerous depth of this hostile dark blue world she was forced into. Each day she grew larger and stronger, hunting down larger prey and consuming them. Cold cunning and a body unlike anything else she could see, she was the perfect ambush predator and she grew accustomed to hiding prey in silence. Then the storms came and washed her adrift from her hunting fields in a current she couldn’t stop or fight. She washed her far and away.
Her skin felt dry and her ruby eyes opened to be an orb of heat. It pained her and she gasped sharply, her lungs filling with clear, warm air for the first time since her hatching. Slowly she looked around and she was washed up and shore, some place, somewhere but she wasn’t home.
A shadow cast over her, blocking the sun and an unknown sound pinged in her ears and her eyes shifted to see a creature hanging over her. Then another creature came and looked over her with a bucket of sea water that they throw on her. In the shock of feeling sea water again she fell into shock.
Her name is planned to be Anahita (NSFW) but I’m open to other names.
Unknown Sea Creature x Human
Anahita x the person that discovered her.
More instincts came to her as her grew in the cold oceans. They were the only things that drove her forwards to her next meal, her next hiding place, her reaching one more day in the vast and dangerous depth of this hostile dark blue world she was forced into. Each day she grew larger and stronger, hunting down larger prey and consuming them. Cold cunning and a body unlike anything else she could see, she was the perfect ambush predator and she grew accustomed to hiding prey in silence. Then the storms came and washed her adrift from her hunting fields in a current she couldn’t stop or fight. She washed her far and away.
Her skin felt dry and her ruby eyes opened to be an orb of heat. It pained her and she gasped sharply, her lungs filling with clear, warm air for the first time since her hatching. Slowly she looked around and she was washed up and shore, some place, somewhere but she wasn’t home.
A shadow cast over her, blocking the sun and an unknown sound pinged in her ears and her eyes shifted to see a creature hanging over her. Then another creature came and looked over her with a bucket of sea water that they throw on her. In the shock of feeling sea water again she fell into shock.
Her name is planned to be Anahita (NSFW) but I’m open to other names.
Unknown Sea Creature x Human
Anahita x the person that discovered her.
Dolls are the most advanced adult home entertainment device ever created with realistic silicone skin, ever with synthetic body hair, joints truthful to the real thing, with a genuine and convincing feel to them. They come be between shapes and sizes, proportional to a human, with surprisingly lifelike hair, eyes, nose and lips, skin tone and assets that feel like the real thing. There’s a large market for them with some cheap ones being just a hundred dollars but they are the cheap ones and less realistic. The better ones are the more expensive ones that can go for up to 1 million dollars though that are accompanied with many clothes and other accessories. However, despite it’s close resemblance, they are just toys to be played with and used.
Amber was created, she was just a mindless silicone doll to pleasure the person that bought her. She’s just a doll, a plaything and was used often by her owner, a person that couldn’t get a date to save their lives. They bought her from a shady salesman that offered the person her generation of doll worth 50 thousands dollars for a mere 2 grand. It was too good to be true. The salesman gave the person his card with a 90 day satisfaction guaranteed or your money back form. After the person signed for Amber, their deal was finished with the salesman disappearing into the night. Two days later, Amber showed up to the person’s door and over a few weeks was used by them for pleasure.
The next morning the person would find doll was moved at of her place in their room, thinking they didn’t place them there last night. From the kitchen came a sizzling noise of oil in a frying pan and delightful sound of bacon and eggs. Someone was in their apartment and they were cooking? Upon investigating the person would see their once lifeless plaything cooking breakfast in an apron on, with boxes on the table. Amber turned to see her owner and smiled.
Living Doll X owner
Alternative for Amber: Amber
Alternative for Amber: Amber
Amber was created, she was just a mindless silicone doll to pleasure the person that bought her. She’s just a doll, a plaything and was used often by her owner, a person that couldn’t get a date to save their lives. They bought her from a shady salesman that offered the person her generation of doll worth 50 thousands dollars for a mere 2 grand. It was too good to be true. The salesman gave the person his card with a 90 day satisfaction guaranteed or your money back form. After the person signed for Amber, their deal was finished with the salesman disappearing into the night. Two days later, Amber showed up to the person’s door and over a few weeks was used by them for pleasure.
The next morning the person would find doll was moved at of her place in their room, thinking they didn’t place them there last night. From the kitchen came a sizzling noise of oil in a frying pan and delightful sound of bacon and eggs. Someone was in their apartment and they were cooking? Upon investigating the person would see their once lifeless plaything cooking breakfast in an apron on, with boxes on the table. Amber turned to see her owner and smiled.
Living Doll X owner
Alternative for Amber: Amber
Alternative for Amber: Amber
Squeak was a common everyday house mouse that lived a simple life of looking for food, water and building her nest in the wall of the house she’s occupying. The house had a single human living in it, with no cats so sneaking around the house was more than easy to do with getting caught but the human. She didn’t want to be caught, it would surely be the death of her and she didn’t want to die. Squeak had plans and Squeak wasn’t going to die this soon however fate didn’t smile on her. One day, while liking for food, she was seen and caught by the human and thrown into a container with some food, water and air holes. She would live there for a bit and the human continue to feed her, almost to the point that she thought the human was going to eat her. It wasn’t the case as she was moved to a cage what she could run around it, had lots of food and water with a place to nest and running equipment to burn off the feed. It was the high life until something weird happened to her. Squeak awoke in a different body from her own, on the human’s bed. The body was larger with only two legs but she could use her hands to grab things better. She gasped as she realized she was naked and the fur on her head turned to hair, human hair. She continued to have her ear and tail; proportional to her body now. Her moving woke up the human and she jumped off the bed, face to face with the human that caught her and placed her in that fun cage. The human waking up to a naked mouse girl in his bedroom “What did you do to me?” she squeaked but it came out of the human’s speak.
Thus this started a beautiful romance between man and (humanoid) rodent
Alternative for Squeak: Squeak
Alternative for Squeak: Squeak
Thus this started a beautiful romance between man and (humanoid) rodent
Alternative for Squeak: Squeak
Alternative for Squeak: Squeak
In the world of Geudrath there are legendary warriors called the Dragon Knights, that instead of hunting down Dragons to slay them, they track down the Dragons to make a primordial pact with the ancient and all mighty creatures that can control even the heavens. These Dragons, called the Preduan by the races of Geudrath, is the oldest race on Geudrath as they were the first to be created Pebreron, the world’s Creator God. They were created from stardust, to oversee the world and maintain stability on the many continents but to also protect the lower races from the corruption of Talall, Pebreron worst half; the Destroyer God. Talall manifest itself in many forms: devils and demons, the undead or lost souls, mass diseases and chaotic corruption that can twists even Dragons once touched.
That was 10,000 years ago and Tatall has been growing stronger as Empires and Alliances formed and broke apart over the course of time but in the present day, it’s a different story. With the help of the Dragon Knights, the Coalition of the Nine who are nine countries that formed a defence pact against the corruption of Talall, The Holy State of Peverron, the Dragons are able to keep up with their duties and the promise to Pebreron, to protect his creation and countless.
Imrintilth, The Gifted One, is one such ancient Dragon but she’s the youngest of her kind. At 1800 years of age, she’s merely a dragon stepping into adulthood. In spite of her young age, she’s a force to be reckoned with..Gifted with not one but with blood from to first generation dragons that were there after the creation of Geudrath; her powers are potent but extremely unstable which drives her not to use her magic to its fullest. She rests in her lair up in Apul Sapphire Mountain and away from the other races, then she counts her treasures from a bygone age, looking at the sword in a sheath she couldn’t open. It was a Dragon Knight’s Sword, a catalyst for the pact’s power. It was a well designed swords decorated with gems, gold and silver on the hilt and sheath. It was a weapon that was handed to her from her father Grombointiad, the Speaker, with the order to give it to her first Knight. The fact she continues to have it means she hasn’t find her Dragon Knight.
But that was about to change as a stranger walks out the trail up to her Lair’s entrance. The presence of the stranger was someone new to Imrintilth, it was her first visitor in centuries. Maybe is was a Knight, maybe a thief. She hide the sword, standing up on all fours in her true form. With a whisper the stranger was pick up off their feet and moved to the opening of the inner lair to see a dragon standing there, ready.
Her name is Imrintilth but Rin is an easier name to write out.
Dragon X Her Knight
Alternative Image for Imrintilth: Imrintilth
Alternative Image for Imrintilth: Imrintilth
That was 10,000 years ago and Tatall has been growing stronger as Empires and Alliances formed and broke apart over the course of time but in the present day, it’s a different story. With the help of the Dragon Knights, the Coalition of the Nine who are nine countries that formed a defence pact against the corruption of Talall, The Holy State of Peverron, the Dragons are able to keep up with their duties and the promise to Pebreron, to protect his creation and countless.
Imrintilth, The Gifted One, is one such ancient Dragon but she’s the youngest of her kind. At 1800 years of age, she’s merely a dragon stepping into adulthood. In spite of her young age, she’s a force to be reckoned with..Gifted with not one but with blood from to first generation dragons that were there after the creation of Geudrath; her powers are potent but extremely unstable which drives her not to use her magic to its fullest. She rests in her lair up in Apul Sapphire Mountain and away from the other races, then she counts her treasures from a bygone age, looking at the sword in a sheath she couldn’t open. It was a Dragon Knight’s Sword, a catalyst for the pact’s power. It was a well designed swords decorated with gems, gold and silver on the hilt and sheath. It was a weapon that was handed to her from her father Grombointiad, the Speaker, with the order to give it to her first Knight. The fact she continues to have it means she hasn’t find her Dragon Knight.
But that was about to change as a stranger walks out the trail up to her Lair’s entrance. The presence of the stranger was someone new to Imrintilth, it was her first visitor in centuries. Maybe is was a Knight, maybe a thief. She hide the sword, standing up on all fours in her true form. With a whisper the stranger was pick up off their feet and moved to the opening of the inner lair to see a dragon standing there, ready.
Her name is Imrintilth but Rin is an easier name to write out.
Dragon X Her Knight
Alternative Image for Imrintilth: Imrintilth
Alternative Image for Imrintilth: Imrintilth
In a world where humans are obvious to angels and demons, devils and gods. Would it be universe shattering if a lonely human releases a four thousand old devil from her outworldly prison inside an interdimensional pocket that the human’s ancestors locked her away in? Not only was she locked away by their family long ago but she hates humans and has an insatiable appetite for human souls. The only thing she likes more than the very delicious human souls is making pacts with humans than devouring their souls once they pass on. So what’s a human to do? Make a pact with a soul hungry devil to make the demon their older sister?
Valla'godan is said devil. A soul consuming demon that was locked away in a Sacred Object what bound her to her outworldly prison were she couldn’t eat any souls, make pacts or generally cause mayhem for humans like a good devil should. She was locked inside a diamond gem in a beautiful gem decorated necklace that’s a priceless family heirloom. The necklace was in the living room, the human that once promised to guard it forgot about it’s own history with the gem over the course of two thousand years and to seal started to break. Valla'godan was sitting there, watching the family for that four thousand years and watched happy and sad moment that the family ever experienced. She watched the human child grow up from a born to a young adult, watched them mourn for the parents that didn’t return, watched an uncle show up then be hospitalized to watch the human to all alone and looking to the necklace.
The human touched the barrier of the necklace and Valla'godan felt their Soul Energy, it’s vast and almost endless power and it made her hunger again. The barrier broke, sending a shockwave out that made the human fly back and against the far wall. The necklace flew away, falling to the floor and the diamond shattered into dust. She was released from the prison and stretched in the fresh air, looking over to the human that was surprised to see a girl with horns and wings in their living room. After the stretch, Valla moved to the humans side and touched his body, a barrier stopping her from taking their soul as chains wrapping around her limbs Valla couldn’t have their soul but she looked at the human in shock as the human asked to make a pact with her. Their soul for a sister. Well to be more exact, her to be their older sister.
She agreed and the chains vanished along with her horns and wings and she rushed to the human’s side and touched their body, the barrier was gone but she couldn’t steal his soul or it’s energy.
“It’s okay now…. Your big sister is here.” she whispered to the human before embracing them in a hug.
Alternative Image for Valla: Valla
Other Image for Valla: Valla
Devil x human.
Valla'godan is said devil. A soul consuming demon that was locked away in a Sacred Object what bound her to her outworldly prison were she couldn’t eat any souls, make pacts or generally cause mayhem for humans like a good devil should. She was locked inside a diamond gem in a beautiful gem decorated necklace that’s a priceless family heirloom. The necklace was in the living room, the human that once promised to guard it forgot about it’s own history with the gem over the course of two thousand years and to seal started to break. Valla'godan was sitting there, watching the family for that four thousand years and watched happy and sad moment that the family ever experienced. She watched the human child grow up from a born to a young adult, watched them mourn for the parents that didn’t return, watched an uncle show up then be hospitalized to watch the human to all alone and looking to the necklace.
The human touched the barrier of the necklace and Valla'godan felt their Soul Energy, it’s vast and almost endless power and it made her hunger again. The barrier broke, sending a shockwave out that made the human fly back and against the far wall. The necklace flew away, falling to the floor and the diamond shattered into dust. She was released from the prison and stretched in the fresh air, looking over to the human that was surprised to see a girl with horns and wings in their living room. After the stretch, Valla moved to the humans side and touched his body, a barrier stopping her from taking their soul as chains wrapping around her limbs Valla couldn’t have their soul but she looked at the human in shock as the human asked to make a pact with her. Their soul for a sister. Well to be more exact, her to be their older sister.
She agreed and the chains vanished along with her horns and wings and she rushed to the human’s side and touched their body, the barrier was gone but she couldn’t steal his soul or it’s energy.
“It’s okay now…. Your big sister is here.” she whispered to the human before embracing them in a hug.
Alternative Image for Valla: Valla
Other Image for Valla: Valla
Devil x human.
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Once upon a time, the elders spoke of an age in which their home, the quiet little village of Kilmarnock, was free of terrors besides the annual goblin raids. It was said that the fertile plains, rolling hills and dense forests around the base of the magnificent Macaval Mountain was once the safest, lushest lands in all of the Xabroevania Empire. The land around Macaval was called, as unimaginative as it was, the Macaval lowlands and it was the second pride and joy of the Empire. The plains were excellent for agriculture, it’s mountain born steams teemed with aquatic life, the forests had an abundance of game and limber, and the hills were rich with gold. Macaval was overflowing with natural resources and it’s beauty was renowned around the Empire. It was a new expansion so it never had the population or manpower as other lands under the Xabroevan flag. Before the Empire moved in, the Macaval lands were under the control of a Kingdom that didn’t exploit it to it’s full potential because of internal problems that the Empire capitalized on during their many wars. And with a few wars over Macaval and it’s various resources, it’s lands were stained in the blood of many a soldier and citizen from either side. The looming fear of another war over the heads of the Xabroevania Empire, resettlement into Macaval is at an all time low, leaving most Macaval untamed. That fear of war was nothing compared to the shattering knowledge that a dragon moved itself into the once thought Dwarven built labyrinth inside the black stone of the Macaval Mountain. Citizens and brave explorers of the Empire explored the maze just a few times that ended in failure with the horrid residents pushed back against the ones that invaded their home.
The monsters were ousted from their homes from dragon, moved into the forests around what was their home, making the forest not safe at night. The monsters now, once in a while, descend on the villages and towns at night, stealing from the food stocks. Many people died from starvation but the monsters were the first of the people’s problems. The dragon created many serious and life-threatening problems for the people of Macaval. The dragon was a tyrant as they stole much needed livestock, burnt the lumber yards and parts of the forest, killed starving hunters, ripped up field before the harvest and turned settlements and it’s people to ash for no reason. This drew the eyes of the Emperor of Xabroevania who saw the wealth of the Empire be reduced from the lack of trade and resources. The Emperor started to send armies and dragonkillers to attack the dragon but all that tried to kill the beast were turned to ash. For many years the Emperor and his descendants would combat the beast without success. Over the course of many decades the dragon, the King Macaval fought off the invaders to his mountain fortress and started to demand a tribute from the settlements in side his area of control. The demands were far and few between but as the years turned to decades and decades turned to centuries, it demanded more and more. And now it’s time for Kilmarnock to given tribute to their dragon overlord, to the Eater of all, to the fearfully called: Diddrieronth.
Nelvu from the Voldyalza family was on the eve of her 18th birthday when the list for tribute came in. She was working in the fields, harvesting wheat, the wheat Diddrieronth didn’t burn, when she was rushed by her crying mother followed by her father who had a hollow look on his face. The demands had come in and her father, one of the few in the village who could read, hold the scroll in his hand. There was confusion from Nelvu but from her parents’ distress something was wrong. She would discover what was wrong once her brother pulled away her mother and her father started to read the list for tribute. He read: 20 livestock, 100 pounds of wheat, 2 carts of limber, 50 pounds of iron and single virgin and unmarried maiden that’s about to become an adult, a maiden that just turned 18. The village could offer up all the Dragon’s demands and with them not being able to table the last demand, they knew Diddrieronth wouldn’t be mercifully again. Thus Nelvu was forced to be the sacrifice to the dragon.
She had just few days to prepare herself after the tribute list came in and the village started to work on other items on the list. Luckily all of the items on the list was easy to full with the last item being Nelvu. For the days before the last day of her life, Nelvu wasn’t made to work and just walk around the village as her mother worked day in and day out to made her dress. She had seen this before but it was another girl that walked the steps she was on years ago. The people in the village started to thanked her and honored her for her sacrifice which just hollowed her soul. Her birthday came but it wasn’t a happy time, just one more day before her death and most people started to act as if she was already dead.
The day came and her was chained to the Ceremonial Pillar, her hands cuffed to the stone over her head and she waited and waited, on her knees. A crowd had formed and grew as they waited and waited for the dragon to come for Nelvu. There was no fanfare, or celebration, just a few thanks. Her mother wasn’t even there, in the crowd but her father looked like a husk compared to the man he was. He was going to see his only daughter killed before his eyes. Her brothers watched in horror and fear, it was the fate they were sparred from because they were men. She wasn’t sparred but she wore a brave face. Death had come and she’d face it, Diddrieronth, head on.
The monstrous roar, the sound of wings tearing up the sky, the whip of a tail rumbled around the silent and still sky. The villagers pointed to the sky and watched the dragon come in, whispering about it as babies screamed. Nelvu couldn’t see the dragon from her positioning but she felt it, felt it come for her, felt it’s thunderous landing that kicked up up a dust cloud in her direction, felt it’s hot breath on her body before it came up from the right. It looked to it’s prices, looking at her last. The dragon didn’t burn them alive so it seemed pleased and moved to Nelvu with booming footsteps and looked over his live sacrifice.
It happened too quick for Nelvu to correctly remember as the dragon stole her and flew up to the sky in such speed that she was knocked conscienceless. Some time later we woke up on a bed, chained to the bed frame, in a torch lit cave with a table covered with a feast on it. She, hungry as her stomach growled moved to the table and started eating.
The monsters were ousted from their homes from dragon, moved into the forests around what was their home, making the forest not safe at night. The monsters now, once in a while, descend on the villages and towns at night, stealing from the food stocks. Many people died from starvation but the monsters were the first of the people’s problems. The dragon created many serious and life-threatening problems for the people of Macaval. The dragon was a tyrant as they stole much needed livestock, burnt the lumber yards and parts of the forest, killed starving hunters, ripped up field before the harvest and turned settlements and it’s people to ash for no reason. This drew the eyes of the Emperor of Xabroevania who saw the wealth of the Empire be reduced from the lack of trade and resources. The Emperor started to send armies and dragonkillers to attack the dragon but all that tried to kill the beast were turned to ash. For many years the Emperor and his descendants would combat the beast without success. Over the course of many decades the dragon, the King Macaval fought off the invaders to his mountain fortress and started to demand a tribute from the settlements in side his area of control. The demands were far and few between but as the years turned to decades and decades turned to centuries, it demanded more and more. And now it’s time for Kilmarnock to given tribute to their dragon overlord, to the Eater of all, to the fearfully called: Diddrieronth.
Nelvu from the Voldyalza family was on the eve of her 18th birthday when the list for tribute came in. She was working in the fields, harvesting wheat, the wheat Diddrieronth didn’t burn, when she was rushed by her crying mother followed by her father who had a hollow look on his face. The demands had come in and her father, one of the few in the village who could read, hold the scroll in his hand. There was confusion from Nelvu but from her parents’ distress something was wrong. She would discover what was wrong once her brother pulled away her mother and her father started to read the list for tribute. He read: 20 livestock, 100 pounds of wheat, 2 carts of limber, 50 pounds of iron and single virgin and unmarried maiden that’s about to become an adult, a maiden that just turned 18. The village could offer up all the Dragon’s demands and with them not being able to table the last demand, they knew Diddrieronth wouldn’t be mercifully again. Thus Nelvu was forced to be the sacrifice to the dragon.
She had just few days to prepare herself after the tribute list came in and the village started to work on other items on the list. Luckily all of the items on the list was easy to full with the last item being Nelvu. For the days before the last day of her life, Nelvu wasn’t made to work and just walk around the village as her mother worked day in and day out to made her dress. She had seen this before but it was another girl that walked the steps she was on years ago. The people in the village started to thanked her and honored her for her sacrifice which just hollowed her soul. Her birthday came but it wasn’t a happy time, just one more day before her death and most people started to act as if she was already dead.
The day came and her was chained to the Ceremonial Pillar, her hands cuffed to the stone over her head and she waited and waited, on her knees. A crowd had formed and grew as they waited and waited for the dragon to come for Nelvu. There was no fanfare, or celebration, just a few thanks. Her mother wasn’t even there, in the crowd but her father looked like a husk compared to the man he was. He was going to see his only daughter killed before his eyes. Her brothers watched in horror and fear, it was the fate they were sparred from because they were men. She wasn’t sparred but she wore a brave face. Death had come and she’d face it, Diddrieronth, head on.
The monstrous roar, the sound of wings tearing up the sky, the whip of a tail rumbled around the silent and still sky. The villagers pointed to the sky and watched the dragon come in, whispering about it as babies screamed. Nelvu couldn’t see the dragon from her positioning but she felt it, felt it come for her, felt it’s thunderous landing that kicked up up a dust cloud in her direction, felt it’s hot breath on her body before it came up from the right. It looked to it’s prices, looking at her last. The dragon didn’t burn them alive so it seemed pleased and moved to Nelvu with booming footsteps and looked over his live sacrifice.
It happened too quick for Nelvu to correctly remember as the dragon stole her and flew up to the sky in such speed that she was knocked conscienceless. Some time later we woke up on a bed, chained to the bed frame, in a torch lit cave with a table covered with a feast on it. She, hungry as her stomach growled moved to the table and started eating.
In the untamed Faint Wilds to the west of the Adeaderith Kingdom lives the most magnificent creature on the continent: the legendary Ashen Stags. To the Faint Elves whose home lays in the labyrinth of groves and thicket the Ashen Stags are the animistic form of their Creator God, Bathoer. To the Zealous Weald Druids, an offshoot of the Faint Elves, the Stags are sign of perfection and one is blessed by laying one’s eyes on one. In the eyes of the Fae and their animal companions the stags are benevolent rulers that are loved and respected. The Gnomes of the Pale Fern see the stags as divine protectors of the wilds and the villages of the Pale devote themselves to keeping their forest home safe from outsiders. The outsiders see the Ashen Stags as both benign beasts and the most prize trophy which brings fame and fortune for the one’s that can hunt one. In the Adeaderith Kingdom the stags are highly sought after because of their priceless silky fur, exquisite and nectareous meats with horns are said to have healing powers. To the outsiders the Ashen Stags are to be hunted once every decade in a Grand Venery, the chasing, hunting, trapping and killing the stags for entertainment and fame but, if one were to capture one alive great fortune would certainly come their way.
It’s the day of the 37th Venery and all matter of royalty and nobility have gathered to hunt down the Stags to present it as a gift to the King of Adeaderithian Kingdom, Aphelion the Great of the Aderithian dynasty. Great honor and wealth can to won from the hunts and many nobles, especially from the lower end of the nobility see this as an opportunity to win favor from the King, fame for their family and money from themselves. The Horns of the Hunt were blown and all the hunters had disappeared into the Faint, leaving their tents in the hands of their servants. Some went alone, others moved with their own entourage of professional trackers, skilled trappers and slaves and some travelled with a few trusted guards. Regardless of what the Kingdom thinks of the Faint, the Faint can be a dangerous place once the presence of invaders is discovered. Monstrous beasts, poisonous plants, giant flesh eating insects and the forest’s own devote protectors mobilized to stop the outsiders from damaging the their home and killing any Ashen Stag. It was a war between man and wood, the war that’ll end with many outsiders dead with many more defenders littering the underbrush. It was going to be a war that would last five days and after those five days, the Horns of the Hunt would be sounded and it’ll be over.
Arislya Isevra ran with a frightened spirit nimbly through the underbrush and groves of the Faint. In a fear-stricken gallop, she bolted and bounded back and forth effortlessly between the trees in a frantic haste. She was running for her life, away from the cock of bows, barking of hunting hounds and shouting outsiders. Unlike the hunters, she knew the forest and the forest knew her as she helped these trees grow, had walked these ever-shifting tracks and life-seeded the forest around her. As she ran for shelter, the tree aided her in her escape, attacking the invaders or misdirecting them. Arislya had had the unfortunate feeling of this for the second time in her life. This time was different, she was faster now and the trees were on her side but it was just a matter of time. She needed to get to the Faint Centre and to the protection of the Ivory Widow, the heart of the Faint Wilds. She needed to get there and fast.
Her muscles scream in hot pain, her heart was pounding loudly in her chest, her hooves uprooted the shrubbery under her quickened steps, her breathes were feverish and her mind was in a frenzy. All the mattered was survival, survival to the new hunt, to the next day, for soon she would become a mother of the forest. Dying now wasn’t going to be her fate, she had a destiny to fulfill, she had seen it in the stars for years. Mother. Mother. Mother. In the star it was written. She pushed inwards to the heart of the Wilds, deftly bashing, hysterically fleeing as she had been for hours.
Then pain come to her brain, her adrenaline full muscles in her hind leg screamed out a message of a throbbing sting. Her right hind leg was pierced with pointed metal. The leg spasmed, making her loss her footing. She fell without grace onto the greenery under her with a thud, her speed and momentum carrying her. Her body slid, jumped and landed hard on the forest ground, her body in shock.
Footsteps awoke her and her yellow eyes looked up to see a person looking down at her, their face in complete disbelief of the wounded sight before them. Arislya stared up at the invader, seeing the bow in their hand and she heard others approaching. Pain shoot through her body once she tried to moved her leg and she gasped, feeling the barbed arrow that had pierced her thigh. “Please.... don’t kill me.” She whispered and her words surprised the invader. Her words surprised her. Cursed words of the outsiders escaped her lips.
Alternative Image for Arislya: Aris
It’s the day of the 37th Venery and all matter of royalty and nobility have gathered to hunt down the Stags to present it as a gift to the King of Adeaderithian Kingdom, Aphelion the Great of the Aderithian dynasty. Great honor and wealth can to won from the hunts and many nobles, especially from the lower end of the nobility see this as an opportunity to win favor from the King, fame for their family and money from themselves. The Horns of the Hunt were blown and all the hunters had disappeared into the Faint, leaving their tents in the hands of their servants. Some went alone, others moved with their own entourage of professional trackers, skilled trappers and slaves and some travelled with a few trusted guards. Regardless of what the Kingdom thinks of the Faint, the Faint can be a dangerous place once the presence of invaders is discovered. Monstrous beasts, poisonous plants, giant flesh eating insects and the forest’s own devote protectors mobilized to stop the outsiders from damaging the their home and killing any Ashen Stag. It was a war between man and wood, the war that’ll end with many outsiders dead with many more defenders littering the underbrush. It was going to be a war that would last five days and after those five days, the Horns of the Hunt would be sounded and it’ll be over.
Arislya Isevra ran with a frightened spirit nimbly through the underbrush and groves of the Faint. In a fear-stricken gallop, she bolted and bounded back and forth effortlessly between the trees in a frantic haste. She was running for her life, away from the cock of bows, barking of hunting hounds and shouting outsiders. Unlike the hunters, she knew the forest and the forest knew her as she helped these trees grow, had walked these ever-shifting tracks and life-seeded the forest around her. As she ran for shelter, the tree aided her in her escape, attacking the invaders or misdirecting them. Arislya had had the unfortunate feeling of this for the second time in her life. This time was different, she was faster now and the trees were on her side but it was just a matter of time. She needed to get to the Faint Centre and to the protection of the Ivory Widow, the heart of the Faint Wilds. She needed to get there and fast.
Her muscles scream in hot pain, her heart was pounding loudly in her chest, her hooves uprooted the shrubbery under her quickened steps, her breathes were feverish and her mind was in a frenzy. All the mattered was survival, survival to the new hunt, to the next day, for soon she would become a mother of the forest. Dying now wasn’t going to be her fate, she had a destiny to fulfill, she had seen it in the stars for years. Mother. Mother. Mother. In the star it was written. She pushed inwards to the heart of the Wilds, deftly bashing, hysterically fleeing as she had been for hours.
Then pain come to her brain, her adrenaline full muscles in her hind leg screamed out a message of a throbbing sting. Her right hind leg was pierced with pointed metal. The leg spasmed, making her loss her footing. She fell without grace onto the greenery under her with a thud, her speed and momentum carrying her. Her body slid, jumped and landed hard on the forest ground, her body in shock.
Footsteps awoke her and her yellow eyes looked up to see a person looking down at her, their face in complete disbelief of the wounded sight before them. Arislya stared up at the invader, seeing the bow in their hand and she heard others approaching. Pain shoot through her body once she tried to moved her leg and she gasped, feeling the barbed arrow that had pierced her thigh. “Please.... don’t kill me.” She whispered and her words surprised the invader. Her words surprised her. Cursed words of the outsiders escaped her lips.
Alternative Image for Arislya: Aris
Long had she been locked away in this chaotic realm of her own hallucination, a prisoner of her own waking fantasies and nightmares. An ever-twisting and turning domain of dreams and visions of her own making, a place what time is nothing, nothing is everything and everything takes time. She had forgotten how many years it had been, she had stopped counting dozens of lifetimes ago. Now she just lays in the shifting waves of the immaterially inside her locked cage that she called home. In the beginning she can fought and struggled against the chains of her imprisonment, burning in the molten revenge that was in the forefront of her mind. She was going to escape and get vengeance on her treasonous brother. The brother she once loved dearly but she had almost forgotten him. She had been in the cage of her own rolling despair for so long that the once consuming desire to get retribution was now more like a pipedream. Defeated by an enemy she didn’t face, she was a hollow husk of her former self. At some point she threw in the towel and surrendered herself to the bubbling darkness outside her caged prison cell. In the darkness she find peace, she found a friend to spar with her loneliness and she became completely numb. Once she was the most beautiful woman in the Empire with magical power that could almost rival her father’s own innate magically presence. Now she was locked away and forgotten.
In her dreamless daydreams she rested, her body partly submerged under an inky pool of liquid nightmares, her mind at ease with her inescapable fate. All she could do is think and talk to herself in her darkness though she felt like she had talked about these topics many times before. She wondered if she came up with the same answers as she had thought of at this moment. How many times had she did had a conversation with herself about everything and nothing? She didn’t know and that caused her discomfort in her numbed state of half being. Seconds, minutes, days, months, years, or decades may have past in this timeless place between her simply asking a question to herself and her answering that question. That was the reality of this prison of hers, a timeless, a dimensionless, dark realm of her own. Caged and free, powerful and weak, both were the same and the opposite every passing moment.
Subsequently, in seconds or centuries, a pinpoint of bright light appeared on the immaterial walls of this realm. At first she thought it was a simple hallucination, a trick of her own mind. When she looked at it, it seemed to glow brighter in a blinding display of white. As she glanced away from it seemed to steadily increase in diameter, pulsing in and out like a breathing entity, though she knew that wasn’t the case. No one could enter her cell, it had a two way seal. No one in and no one out. Nevertheless the pinpoint seemed to grow larger and larger with each passing moment, growing in momentum, as it seemed to be crawling through the darkness of the walls towards her. It looked mindless, growing on instinct more then by an intelligence though that seemed to change as it came closer. Soon it was upon her and swallowed her cell in blinding light. The light flooded into her cell and washed away the inky water, breaking her chains and eventually, freed her from her restraints. A welcoming door appeared before her inside her cell and she didn’t know what was on the others side but, anywhere would be better than here.
She stepped through the doorway and out into the great unknown. Still blinded from the light her feet touched an icy cold marble floor as silk and insects from behind her wrapped around her body, binding to her mummified bones like new skin. The other foot set foot on the cool marble flooring as an unnatural wind blow around her as it formed her long, pitch dark, silky hair. Silks and metals materialized clothes on her body as her eyes formed in the eye-sockets and she, finally, wasn’t blind. She looked around her new location, looking at the relics of her world leaning against walls or on strange metal shelves. She turned around and looked at the doorway, the dark pit inside her sarcophagus and she closed the picked up the lid, fitting it back into place. Up above her sarcophagus a sign that, in a foreign language, described her. Her translation was bad but she saw her name: Anu.
She smiled happy that someone remembered her.
Alternative Image for Anu: Anu
In her dreamless daydreams she rested, her body partly submerged under an inky pool of liquid nightmares, her mind at ease with her inescapable fate. All she could do is think and talk to herself in her darkness though she felt like she had talked about these topics many times before. She wondered if she came up with the same answers as she had thought of at this moment. How many times had she did had a conversation with herself about everything and nothing? She didn’t know and that caused her discomfort in her numbed state of half being. Seconds, minutes, days, months, years, or decades may have past in this timeless place between her simply asking a question to herself and her answering that question. That was the reality of this prison of hers, a timeless, a dimensionless, dark realm of her own. Caged and free, powerful and weak, both were the same and the opposite every passing moment.
Subsequently, in seconds or centuries, a pinpoint of bright light appeared on the immaterial walls of this realm. At first she thought it was a simple hallucination, a trick of her own mind. When she looked at it, it seemed to glow brighter in a blinding display of white. As she glanced away from it seemed to steadily increase in diameter, pulsing in and out like a breathing entity, though she knew that wasn’t the case. No one could enter her cell, it had a two way seal. No one in and no one out. Nevertheless the pinpoint seemed to grow larger and larger with each passing moment, growing in momentum, as it seemed to be crawling through the darkness of the walls towards her. It looked mindless, growing on instinct more then by an intelligence though that seemed to change as it came closer. Soon it was upon her and swallowed her cell in blinding light. The light flooded into her cell and washed away the inky water, breaking her chains and eventually, freed her from her restraints. A welcoming door appeared before her inside her cell and she didn’t know what was on the others side but, anywhere would be better than here.
She stepped through the doorway and out into the great unknown. Still blinded from the light her feet touched an icy cold marble floor as silk and insects from behind her wrapped around her body, binding to her mummified bones like new skin. The other foot set foot on the cool marble flooring as an unnatural wind blow around her as it formed her long, pitch dark, silky hair. Silks and metals materialized clothes on her body as her eyes formed in the eye-sockets and she, finally, wasn’t blind. She looked around her new location, looking at the relics of her world leaning against walls or on strange metal shelves. She turned around and looked at the doorway, the dark pit inside her sarcophagus and she closed the picked up the lid, fitting it back into place. Up above her sarcophagus a sign that, in a foreign language, described her. Her translation was bad but she saw her name: Anu.
She smiled happy that someone remembered her.
Alternative Image for Anu: Anu
Just a random spoiler for random ideas.
An Orkish Hoard
Step Father x Step Daughter
Rider x (Shapeshifting) Dragon
The Cold Eastern Front
Paris' Streets
An Orkish Hoard
Step Father x Step Daughter
Rider x (Shapeshifting) Dragon
The Cold Eastern Front
Paris' Streets
Some things need to be added but this is it for now!
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