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The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
All different creatures roam this world, from giants to leprechauns, from creatures that are almost men to beasts who you wouldn't even believe had a genetic connection to men. A lot of these creatures have battled diseases that meant females could no longer reproduce, or the few that could would only reproduce a small number so the males of the species found a specific herb that gave them the ability to carry and now it is in their genes so no one any longer needs to take this herb, they can just become pregnant.
I would prefer to be the breeder first but will happily be the seeder after my turn. If you want to start a new story that's fine with me too. I don't mind doing the sex/mating scenes but I understand if anyone wants them to be skipped. I love long hard labours and difficulties during birth. I'm going to create a variety of characters and anyone can choose to follow on from any of those storylines, just be specific when replying to this post so I know which one you want :) Also, if someone starts replying but you like the idea, just let me know and I'll make a seperate one for us :)
Name: Casparian (Cas for short)
Age: 140
Creature: Elf
Breeder/Seeder: Both
Bio: Cas is a little on the shorter side for an elf but is still lean and almost a bit lanky, he has piercing green eyes and long brunette hair, that for convenience is normally tied up in a ponytail that sits just below his shoulders. Cas is a lone elf, he did not believe in a lot of his tribes rules and the monarchy so he decided to leave knowing he had the skills to survive by himself. He has no connections with his family anymore and hasn't for almost 50 years. He has started to get a bit lonely and almost home sick, but not for his previous home, more for a home he wishes to make with another.
Cas walked along the stream, his arrow and bow strapped behind him, he only had the single bow as he only ever needed one shot. He threw some berries into his mouth humming softly as he walked. He could see the beautiful reds and purples cross the sky which meant it was becoming night and he needed to find a good tree to shelter in for the night. He left the stream and headed back into the forest, the light giving the trees such a beautiful glow he couldn't help but be distracted.
Name: River
Age: 22
Creature: Centaur
Breeder/Seeder: Both
Bio: River has a beautiful palomino coloured bottom half, almost feminine to the eye, with strikingly different long black hair that reaches mid back, his eyes are a warm brown that calm most, his skin is also quite pale and he doesn't have much muscle tone, more lean as he is a healer for his tribe and does not need the warrior build. He grew up under his mothers care, she was also the healer as she was one of the only few females in the herd. From a young age River picked up the knowledge of a healer and has grown to be one of the most respected and cherished healers in his tribe. He quietly likes the praise as he has had a crush on the head centaurs son for quite a long time and wonders if he may notice River if he's shown this way(just an idea, not necessarily set in stone, could be a different centaur)
River helped the labouring mare who's cries were quite loud considering this was a no way complicated birth. He smiled as the child was born and after checking that the foal, and mother, were okay and warm he cleaned himself off and headed outside for a break. The hunters, including the head centaur and his son, had been gone for some time and he could tell the tribe was getting worried. He wasn't sure if they would be coming back in such a state he would be up all night helping them, or perhaps there just wasn't good close to the area, he just wasn't sure.
Name: Storm
Age: 5
Species: Wolfman
Breeder/Seeder: both
Bio: Storms top half is a lovely tanned colour, he has beautiful light green eyes and chestnut coloured hair, his chest and arms are well toned and have a fair amount of muscle due to him being a hunter, he also has quite a lot of scars due to his job, the most noticeable being a long one from the top right of his chest all the way down to where his wolf body begins from a mountain lion attack. His wolf half is a strange mix of black and grey which is where his name comes from. Storm was one of a litter of 6 pups, he was one in the middle so not much attention was on him, more on his older brother who was to become the packs leader. He grew to be quite strong and put himself forward as a hunter as he felt that would be the most prideful position. It's near mating season now and although he is a fierce hunter he is actually quite shy towards most people and he wonders if anyone will want to mate with him.
Storm carried an elk back to the camp as the others in the hunting group talked ecstatically between each other at the amount of food they had got. He put the elk down with the pile that they had gotten and smiled politely at the cooking crew as the others didn't even acknowledge them. He walked to the stream and started to scrub the blood off of himself, gently running his fingers through his matted fur. He washed his face sighing, he could feel the heat building in him again but tried to shake it off, he wanted to find someone he connected with before he gave himself physically but he knew he wouldn't get the chance if the heat kept hitting him like this.
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Name: Hits (pronounced with extra emphasis on the s sound)
Age: 4 (equal to a 18 year old human)
Species: Raptor (subspecies of lizardmen which have features like velociraptors)
Breeder/Seeder: both
Bio: Most of Hits' body is covered in a mottled grey and deep blue leathery skin, with exceptions for his face and most of his upper chest. The skin there is more of a soft tan human skin, with a more human face. Though, his lower face does jut out slightly to fit his sharp teeth. His hands are tipped with curved claws, slightly dulled to allow better tool use. His lower body resembles that of a raptor dinosaur, with powerful legs ending in two toes and a retractable curved killer claw, and a small dewclaw tucked up higher. His tail is strongly muscled, ending in a small fan of deep blue feathers. He has small feathers on his arms, and his hair seems to be more like long downy feathers than human hair. His kind decorate themselves with jewelry and piercings, leaning more towards piercings as they didn't move or jingle as much as other decorations. Hits has several in his lip and face, with a couple more in more private places. His clothing consists of a simple laced vest and a leather loincloth, with a pair of small daggers strapped to his thighs.
Lizardmen and wolfmen didn't get along very well, both species being apex predators in the area. But while wolfmen lived in packs and worked together, raptors hunted in loose knit groups and would often fight among themselves for food. Hits had broken away from his group, following the scent of elk blood. Of course, he kept himself hidden when he spotted the wolf carrying the dead beast, stalking him down wind or up in the trees. When the wolf reached his home, the raptor stayed back in the trees, sharp gold eyes peering out at the pile of food they had collected. If he could bring that back, maybe they wouldn't treat him so badly.
But another scent caught his attention...mixed with the scent of the elk blood. He decided to follow it, knowing that if he killed a wolfman, he'd be praised as a great hunter. But the scent intrigued him, not unlike the scent of a raptor in estrus....He tried to get closer, but the branch he was on was rotted and suddenly gave way, dropping the raptor into a thick bramble. He shrieked and struggled, only tangling himself worse in the thorny plant.
(hope you don't mind.)
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm turned quickly, almost letting a howl escape him to warn the others as well as call them to his side. He stopped himself quickly seeing the man was injured. Storm was unlike a lot of the others in his pack who would immediately take down the raptor man and celebrate it, he was always intrigued by others who were half or partially human. He went over "Hey there, stop moving, I'm going to help you, calm down" he said gently pulling out a knife and cutting through the thorns quickly and efficiently. He held a hand out grabbing the man from the bramble and to his feet gently "Are you okay?" He asked softly his light green eyes checking over the body of the man carefully to make sure he was not hurt. His heat had faded for the second more concerned with the mans wellbeing then the desire he felt.
(I like it! Potentially live and egg birth then)
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits froze when the wolfman approached him, staring up at him with wide eyes as his pupils constricted to sharp slits. He hissed sharply when he saw the knife, showing off those sharp teeth. But seeing the wolf began to cut him free made him pause in his threat. His aggression and panic turned to visible confusion as the wolf helped him from the bramble. He was covered in small cuts and broken thorns, hissing when he put weight on his feet, pushing a few thorns into the pads of his toes.
He scrambled away, going to the edge of the river to sit down on a rock and try and get the thorns out. He glanced at the wolf, still confused by his behavior. "Why would you help me?" He mumbled, tilting his head gently.
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm shrugged "Because you needed help. I mean, when you were spying on me you could have easily killed me but you didn't. Let's just say I was returning the favor" he said smiling gently "I'll be right back, just stay there" he said softly and ran back to their camp before grabbing some healing ointment and bandages before going back to him. He knelt down on his hind legs "I'm Storm...by the way" he said quietly looking up into the mans yellow eyes, his green ones wide with curiosity. He gently dabbed the ointment on the mans wounds and wrapped his foot gently
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits froze, realizing the wolf had probably noticed him before he fell. An embarrassing realization for someone who relied on stealth for hunting. He looked away, glaring at the little scratches on his limbs.
When Storm ran off, he considered leaving, but he knew he'd be punished if he returned with nothing. Especily after abandoning the hunting group.
So he sat, pulling a few more thorns out of his cuts and clothing. He glanced up when the wolf returned, watching him kneel...he was so close to those deadly killer claws, Hits could easily slash his throat...but he didn't, only hissing as he cleaned and bandaged the wounds.
"Hits..." he muttered, giving a soft sigh. It was probably too late to return to his clan...they'd label him a deserter. His kind was very unforgiving...
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm but his lip lightly "Sorry, I know it stings but it's honestly just to help, I promise" he said gently "Hits...what an interesting name, where does that come from?" He asked gently trying to distract him a little as he finished bandaging him up, "Are you okay? You look upset?" He said concern filling his face. He heard a rustling in the bushes and stood quickly in front of Hits, crouching in a defensive position. His older brother, and future leader of the pack, Solomon emerged. He stood quickly blocking the view of Hits, knowing how much trouble he would be in if he was seen helping the man. "Brother" Storm said, his whole body tensed up, his brother was kind to the pack but not to Storm, he was the reason the mountain lion had maimed him that day, he believed Storm was the runt and should have died as a child.
Solomon rose an eyebrow at his brother "You think you can take medical supplies and not be noticed....did you really injure yourself hunting an elk?" He laughed and shook his head "Wait until father hears about this" he grinned walking towards his little brother and grabbed his face harshly before noticing the man behind him and shoving Storm to the ground "A raptor!" He grinned widely, his black eyes gleaming he pulled out a dagger "Father will be so proud" he said going towards Hits grinning, his sharp teeth baring at him.
Storm whimpered as he was thrown to the ground. He got up and shook himself out before seeing his brother go to strike Hits, he didn't quite know what took over him but he pounced on Solomon growling as he bit into his brothers shoulder, he felt the edge of the blade slice across his side and cried out, a howl escaping him. He shoved his brother off him for a second touching the blood flowing from his side, he turned his head to Hits "Run. Now" he said before attacking his brother again knocking him to the ground as his brother howled out for back up.
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits tried to keep still as his feet were bandaged, that deadly sickle claw twitching so close to the wolf's hands. He shrugged when the origin of his name was question, not entirely sure himself..."sometimes our names are just the first real sound we make" he said, tilting his head. "Elders think it's our soul speaking our true name...we're allowed to change it when we become adults." He nodded. He had known a few nestlings with quite bizarre names...
He froze when he heard rustling, pulling his legs up under himself as Storm stepped in front of him. He peered past the wolf, seeing another larger one approach. He watched the wolf shove his sibling down, pulling back his lips to show those sharp curved teeth as he pulled the dagger. His killer claws clicked against the rock as his hands moved for his own daggers.
But then storm tackled his sibling, leaving Hits a bit shocked. He didnt know what to do. Raptors didnt run from a fight they could win. The scent of blood filled his nose and clouded his thinking, putting him into a frenzy as he lept from the rock as Storm was shoved off his brother. Aiming his feet at the older wolf, he landed on his chest, killer claws snapping forward to sink deep into his flesh. He was going to rip the wolf apart if he wasn't stopped. Raptors weren't easy prey for this very reason...
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm watched shocked, he had never really seen a raptor up close attacking like this before, it almost was intriguing to him but he knew that his pack wouldn't be far off and no matter how skilled a raptor Hits was, there was no way he could beat a pack of wolves by himself. He ran pulling Hits as hard as he could off his brother looking into his yellow eyes with his brilliant green ones "You need to run, now, the pack is coming" he said and pushed him towards the river roughly knowing with talons like his he would be able to swim or at least dig his feet into the ground as to stop himself from going further down the river than needed. He smiled warmly at the raptor "Hits, thank you, but you need to go, now" he said, his wolves ears picking up that the pack were almost there. He helped out falling down as he felt his brother bite into his hind leg roughly "Go!" He yelled at him kicking his brother in the face roughly trying to get him off
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits struggled against Storm when he was pulled away from the older wolf, his talons leaving vicious wounds in his chest. He hissed and growled, looking between the wolves, then in the direction the pack was coming from.
He snarled at the older wolf, a warning not to mess with him or his kind, before looking to Storm and hesitantly moving towards the river. He jumped in and began swimming like an alligator, limbs held against his body as he relied on his strong tail. Further down the river he crawled out and shook off. He was alone, he couldnt return home, and he wasn't tough enough to establish his own clan...a solitary raptor wouldnt last long...
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm watched Hits go and sighed in relief as he fought against his brother. The pack emerged pulling them apart quickly but Storm knew his side wouldn't be listened to, and even if it was they would still exile him due to him trying to help a species they saw as enemies. He yelped and howled as his brother broke the leg he had previously bit into. They tied his arms behind his body and threw him into the river with only one hind leg to use it was fairly obvious he was going to drown. He coughed and spluttered water as he sped down the river, black spots began to fill his vision and he knew that if he didn't drown, further down the river were the raptors clan and they would show no hesitation to kill him. He felt himself drift into unconsciousness as he floated along the river, his blood from all his wounds turning the water red as well.
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits was washing his wounds at the edge of the river. He paused when the water took on a faint pink hue, darkening until he saw Storm. He stood and jumped into the water, grabbing the wolf and dragging him out of the water. He untied his arms and rolled him onto his side so he could cough up the water in his lungs.
He crouched beside him, and patted his back to try and help. He didnt know why he wanted to help the wolf...maybe it was the fact the wolf protected him...or that intriguing scent he'd caught earlier...
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm coughed up a whole heap of water, his whole body shaking in pain and from the cold. He whimpered quietly, his leg in such pain and it clearly on an angle it wasn't meant to be. He looked up at Hits shaking violently, his eyebrows pulled together a little in confusion "Why did you save me?" He asked, his voice rough from all the water, he could feel his heat returning a bit, the familiar burning feeling in the pit of his stomach and just below, his scent beginning to smell like tropical fruits, sweet and almost too much for the senses. He sat up slowly looking at Hits biting his lip a little and ran his hand through his hair lightly "Thank you though...." he said softly
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits looked over the wolf, wincing when he saw the odd angle of his leg. He looked back to the wolf when he spoke, frowning slightly. "You protected me..." he muttered, helping to move him away from the water and into a shallow cave.
That scent filled his nose again, tickling something in his mind, but he shook it off and propped the wolf up. "I....umm....I think I can set that." He said, hesitantly touching the limb. "Hold on." He said, darting out to find a couple of straight sticks. He returned, grabbing the rope as well. He had found a softer stick, holding it out to the wolf. "Bite down on this." He said, waiting for him before using the stick to straighten out the limb with a sickening crack. He quickly sandwiched the leg between the sticks and wrapped it tightly with the rope...
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm looked confused "That didn't mean you like...owed me one or anything" he said softly and whimpered quietly as he was moved holding onto Hits tightly as he was moved to the cave. The cave almost made the scent smell stronger.
He bit down on the stick like he was told and howled out in pain digging his nails into the ground as it was fixed, tears falling down his cheeks, almost making his eyes look a brighter green. After a few seconds and the pain calmed just slightly he spat the stick out, which was now split into two pieces. "Thank you" he said quietly as he looked himself over, he was covered in scratches and cuts from his brother's blade but nothing as bad as his leg was. He moved himself across the cave so he was leaning against the wall sighing in relief. He looked at Hits "Why didn't you return to your pack...clan...sorry, I'm not sure what raptors call their groups?"
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Hits just grunted at the wolf's words, still not entirely sure why he was saving him...he just felt it was right. And that wasn't really something his kind thought about. Raptors were quick to exile or abandon the sick or injured...yet here was a raptor setting the broken leg of a wolf...
That scent was still there, and once Storm's leg was set it started to creep back into his brain. He shook it off and sat down near Storm, sighing. "I can't...I left the hunting party to follow the scent of elk blood...and I have nothing to show for my abandonment." He said, looking away.
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm bit his lip looking at the saddened raptor, although he liked having the company and was weirdly feeling his heat almost push him towards Hits he wouldn't want anyone to lose what they saw as family like he had. "On the west side of the river about a mile into the forest there is a grove full of all types of various fruits, it's where the wolves hunt but they only go late afternoon, if you go now you'll easily be able to grab three or four elk that are resting there" he said smiling gently at the man "The fruit has some sort of chemical that makes them extremely docile and sleepy, they are easy pickings" he said softly "If you come back with almost a whole herd you'll be happily taken back for sure" he said and reache out squeezing the mans hand gently
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-03-2018
Raptors didnt really have a sense of family like mammalian creatures did. Things were communal to a degree. Eggs were kept together and cared for by the young or small Raptors, while the larger ones hunted. Usually the largest was the leader and set the rules, and could be quite cruel. Hits' only sense of belonging was so he wasn't lonely...
He sighed when Storm spoke of the fruit grove, shaking his head. "We avoid those elk...the fruit makes them sleepy and makes us sick...killing them while they rest means it's still in their blood." He said, looking at the wolf with those sharp gold eyes. "Thanks, though." He said, giving the smallest smile.
That scent was starting to make him feel light headed. He made a soft bird-like noise, closing his eyes and sitting back against the cave wall.
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Littleittyboy - 08-03-2018
Storm looked at the raptor, almost a little shocked at such a lovely sound coming from him. He copied Hits movement and laid his head back against the wall too, he accidentally drifted off to sleep, soft snores coming from him as he did.
(Sorry, I know it's a bit short, wasn't sure what to write and a bit tired)
RE: The mythical world (opennnnnnnn) - Hyenadog - 08-04-2018
Hits had somewhat drifted off until Storm's snoring woke him. By now, the other's scent filled the cave, and the raptor's senses...he looked at the sleeping wolf with dazed dilated eyes, shifting closer to him. It was only when he got close enough to nearly touch him that he snapped out of it...shaking his head and getting up, he groaned and wandered out of the cave.
The sun was going down, and with Storm's injured leg, there wasn't much point in trying to move...so he started to gather things. First using long thin leaves to weave a quick bag, filling it with long grass and other softer materials to make a more comfortable sleeping area. Once he was done, he gathered wood and sticks for a fire.
He let Storm rest while he set up an area slightly deeper into the cave. Creating a mat of long grass covered in wide flat leaves, it would be a pretty comfortable place to sleep. Then a circle of rocks near the cave mouth was created and built up with wood for a fire. The best thing was a raptor's claw could be used with flint to start a fire, and he always kept a small piece of flint in a pouch on his belt. A few strikes to the side of his claw and he had the beginnings of a nice warm fire...
(Its ok.)