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AWritingOwl
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- Joined
- Oct 8, 2024
- Location
- Somewhere in the EST belt
Concept: I'll be playing satyr male who has been enslaved by an empire that conquered his land. His nature magic has made it possible for him to resist binding magic that would make him subservient, yet he knows he cannot reveal this fact if he is to live to fight another day. He is eventually bought by a woman in the empires capital, who will be played by this rps partner.
Who is this woman though? Is she a sorceress interested in studying nature magic, or a commoner woman who was widowed from the war, and wants to take her anger out on a satyr? Perhaps she's a noble looking for an exotic servant? If you have ideas of your own I'd love to hear them!
Goals: Good character building and world building. I already have an idea of what this world is like, but I would love to build it further up with someone!
Kinks: Slow romance, an eventual power-role shift, size differences, bdsm, domination, femdom to fem-submissive, hypnosis, magic fueled sex, fantasy-raceplay, transformation, impregnation, and plenty more. Plenty of these aren't required of course.
Limits: Gore, scat.
It's another busy day in the capital market. Hundreds of citizens bustle about while stands try to draw their attention to wares of all kinds. Everything was for sale here, from baked goods, finely carved furniture's, to enchanted jewelry. If it didn't exist, then it wasn't sold here. Especially slaves, only if the flesh was of the fantastic species of course, the empire were not barbarians who enslave people after all.
"Come and have a look at our finest satyrs, all acquired from neighboring lands! They are all properly trained, magically bound to obey whoever purchases them, and are kept in the fittest condition!" A saleswoman proudly advertises a line of men with deer horns and hooves, all wear of them only wearing a loin cloth and enchanted ropes to bind their magic before the bustling crowds.
"They are excellent servants, guards, workers, you name it! As you can see for yourself, each one of them has the strength and stamina to perform any task you assign to them!" She continues on, directing one of the bound satyr to pick up a hefty rock, showing off his impressive strength and sturdy muscles.
A few people turn their heads towards these enslaved creatures, looking over their toned physique, glancing at their horns, and squinting at their strange animal ears. Most of these bound satyr stare listlessly, nary a spark of life in their eyes. The empires binding magic is thorough, known to suppress incredibly willpower of even the strongest warriors unfortunate enough to go against its will. The sorcerers of this land were proud of their unbreakable magic, championing it as the cause for their empires constant conquests. They looked down on all other forms of magic as trite, even unworthy of even learning.
What they didn't know was that some magic could suppress their own, especially magic that has its roots in nature.
Which was the secret of one satyr amongst the line-up. A male of impressive height, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, and hazel eyes. If one were to study him closer, they would find that there were signs of a spark in his eyes, a hint of resistance to the binding magic that was woven upon him. The magic of his race has given him some freedom from the empires hold, yet he knows now isn't the time to reveal this fact.
As the crowd continues to pass market goers inspect them all. Some even purchase a satyr or two. And as midday sets to the evening the satyr with a secret is the only one left of the lineup. He's weary from having to stand and lift rocks for most of the day, and he's sad to see his fellow people taken away to goddess knows where in this cursed city.
Just as he believes he will be kept with his current owner for another week, a strange woman purposefully walks towards where he stands. She looks him over, staring into his eyes for a moment longer than he would have liked. The woman nods with satisfaction, as if he was exactly what she was looking for.
"This one will do ma'am, tell me what I need to pay for him" She says with a glance to the saleswoman.
Just who is this woman?
Who is this woman though? Is she a sorceress interested in studying nature magic, or a commoner woman who was widowed from the war, and wants to take her anger out on a satyr? Perhaps she's a noble looking for an exotic servant? If you have ideas of your own I'd love to hear them!
Goals: Good character building and world building. I already have an idea of what this world is like, but I would love to build it further up with someone!
Kinks: Slow romance, an eventual power-role shift, size differences, bdsm, domination, femdom to fem-submissive, hypnosis, magic fueled sex, fantasy-raceplay, transformation, impregnation, and plenty more. Plenty of these aren't required of course.
Limits: Gore, scat.
It's another busy day in the capital market. Hundreds of citizens bustle about while stands try to draw their attention to wares of all kinds. Everything was for sale here, from baked goods, finely carved furniture's, to enchanted jewelry. If it didn't exist, then it wasn't sold here. Especially slaves, only if the flesh was of the fantastic species of course, the empire were not barbarians who enslave people after all.
"Come and have a look at our finest satyrs, all acquired from neighboring lands! They are all properly trained, magically bound to obey whoever purchases them, and are kept in the fittest condition!" A saleswoman proudly advertises a line of men with deer horns and hooves, all wear of them only wearing a loin cloth and enchanted ropes to bind their magic before the bustling crowds.
"They are excellent servants, guards, workers, you name it! As you can see for yourself, each one of them has the strength and stamina to perform any task you assign to them!" She continues on, directing one of the bound satyr to pick up a hefty rock, showing off his impressive strength and sturdy muscles.
A few people turn their heads towards these enslaved creatures, looking over their toned physique, glancing at their horns, and squinting at their strange animal ears. Most of these bound satyr stare listlessly, nary a spark of life in their eyes. The empires binding magic is thorough, known to suppress incredibly willpower of even the strongest warriors unfortunate enough to go against its will. The sorcerers of this land were proud of their unbreakable magic, championing it as the cause for their empires constant conquests. They looked down on all other forms of magic as trite, even unworthy of even learning.
What they didn't know was that some magic could suppress their own, especially magic that has its roots in nature.
Which was the secret of one satyr amongst the line-up. A male of impressive height, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, and hazel eyes. If one were to study him closer, they would find that there were signs of a spark in his eyes, a hint of resistance to the binding magic that was woven upon him. The magic of his race has given him some freedom from the empires hold, yet he knows now isn't the time to reveal this fact.
As the crowd continues to pass market goers inspect them all. Some even purchase a satyr or two. And as midday sets to the evening the satyr with a secret is the only one left of the lineup. He's weary from having to stand and lift rocks for most of the day, and he's sad to see his fellow people taken away to goddess knows where in this cursed city.
Just as he believes he will be kept with his current owner for another week, a strange woman purposefully walks towards where he stands. She looks him over, staring into his eyes for a moment longer than he would have liked. The woman nods with satisfaction, as if he was exactly what she was looking for.
"This one will do ma'am, tell me what I need to pay for him" She says with a glance to the saleswoman.
Just who is this woman?
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