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╒◖════════════════════ Historical Plots ═════════════════════◗╕
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Viking Raider x Peasant - Status: Open
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In a world ruled by those who seize power through the most violent of methodologies, lives are tumultuous, driven by the Gods and, so often, tragically short. Even as the wind races and whips around him, the thoughts tumble through Olafsson's mind, toying and sparring with the sea breeze. With each creak of the wooden flooring beneath his feet, each grunt of exertion from the men pulling at the sails, he moves closer and closer to his prize. A sudden shriek overhead causes the Viking's eyes to drift skywards, examining the gull. As his wind-chapped lips morph into a leering smile, he raises his war axe above his head and bellows to those around him, and to the Gods.
"We arrive, my brothers and sisters. Make haste, for tonight we dine with gold."
With fingers clasped around the smooth wooden shaft, his eyes scan the horizon, looking for the first sign of land. Slowly, in no rush despite his words, he lowers his weapon, eyes fixing upon the slight smudge of green cresting the horizon. A growl escapes him, his leer deepening with pleasure as his eyes narrow. This will be a fight to relish for a generation.
Potential Kinks: Dubcon, Breeding, Age Difference, Bondage, Physical Abuse, Darker Themes
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Aristocat x Servant - Status: Open
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With each of his footsteps clicking across the marble flooring, the echo throws itself around. Whilst dripping with luxury, the marble had a secondary effect, namely, to announce his arrival to the surrounding rooms and to allow the serving staff to make their hasty departure. Servants, past a select few, should neither be seen nor heard. Only the effects of their work should be noticeable; such is their lot in life. Arriving at the large wooden door, the upper-class gentleman grasps the doorknob, pressing it open with the practised ease of someone who hardly thinks of their actions or consequences.
The breeze ruffles his hair as the changing pressure of the room dashes past him, his eyes glancing around the stifled library. Each row of books, a myriad of colours, is carefully laid out by category and author. A few swift steps are all it takes for him to reach his section of choice, the historical epics of adventurers and miscreants. With a careful elegance, as if tracing the delicate curves of an exquisite woman, his fingers graze over the spines of the books, each leather-bound tome enticing him with ridges and curvature. Stopping, a smile upon his handsome features, he pulls out his book of choice and checks the front cover before turning on his heel.
As he does so, a startle runs through him, momentarily throwing him off balance as a woman comes into view, a woman he hadn't noticed at his entrance. Recovering his composure, his eyebrow raises inquisitively as his eye runs down her, slowly taking her in. A serving girl - one who had not managed to escape in time or had chosen against such action. With his head tilted to one side, he speaks with practised clarity.
"Good Morning to you, girl. I do hope I have not interrupted you when I walked into my library..."
Potential Kinks: Mdom, Fdom, Age Difference, Impact, Adultery
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Soldier x Liberated Civilian - Status: Open
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The ringing in his ears screamed at him, drowning out each of the gut-punching explosions around him. Disorientation was one thing, but the frown etched across his chiselled features spoke far more to his confusion. The soldier drowned in slow motion as if the air around him was a thick soup, and each cacophony a mere distant thud. Stumbling slightly, his awareness seemed to coalesce around a door before him. A door in the wall. A door. Safety. With a lurch, followed by a second, he lunged towards the wooden feature, all but falling into it shoulder-first. The door, weakened from the fighting around it, sprung open on its hinges with the impact, a loud clattering sound adding to the musical symphony around him - not that he could hear.
The interior was dark, with blades of light shearing across the room from the closed shutters - a world away from the fighting outside. The soldier blinked once, twice, thrice, the ringing incessant in his ears as his brain slowly started to take in the room around him. A kitchen so juxtaposed with the destruction outside. Neat and orderly, as if a dream. The distant thuds grew louder, sharper, as his the ringing began to fade, his senses slowly recovering from the shock. His mind pulled to a sensation on his cheek, the rolling bead of sweat or blood working its way down from his forehead - a close call, although he didn't like to ponder on the luck that helped him survive.
A sudden movement out of the corner of his eye pulled him to his senses, the small clatter that followed sending his already-frayed nerves singing in heightened anxiety. With a practised movement, he raised the rifle to his hands, swinging it around to point at the intruder in his peaceful respite, finger quickly sliding to the cool metal of the trigger as his other hand tightened around the wooden stock, eyes adjusting down the sites, ready to fire into the...
"ne tirez pas!"
The words came across to him in a shock - a soft, feminine voice, although the words meant nothing to him. As his eyes adjusted, he realised he had his rifle aimed directly at a woman, so clearly terrified of him. He blinked once more, trying to clear the fog from his mind and stop the instinct to fire at the first sign of danger. Yet through this, she stood before him, her hands held up, her eyes blazing with fear.
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Slot One: Closed
Fallen from the Apple Tree
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Slot Two: Closed
The Devil You Kow
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Slot Three: Open
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Slot Four: Open
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