10-30-2014, 09:17 PM
(You said you wanted to set the scene. Go ahead :) )
Not Exactly Prince Charming (Closed with MinxVeren)
10-30-2014, 09:42 PM
Name: Sir Xavier Devachi
Nickname: Scar
Age: Unknown
Description: Long backlengthed hair that he keeps up in a ponytail. He is strong and muscular by nature, holding his family name and lineage with utmost pride. He is a fierce warrior, skilled in tactics of war. He has seen much bloodshed upon his ancestors sacred lands but keeps it to himself even whenever troubled.
Sir Xavier Devachi of the northern grasslands had ventured through the familiar yet forbidden lands of his immortal ancestors after adorning his petite yet strong form with pitch black and silver armor, pieces of decaying bonematter had littered the hardened earth at his very booted feet baring signs of much unsettled matters. The spirits were quite restless and he could feel them around him, sensing their auras watch over him as if they were ensuring his safety and wellbeing. He sighed ever so softly, his masculine voice dripping like honey from his very lips. He was lost in much thought, stepping forward through the deserted battleground that was rendered as nothing more than a graveyard to many of his beloved companions. He had had the honor of fighting alongside them, watching many of them fall to a swift demiise. He ventured further from the familiar grounds of his village and found himself in unknown territory. Around his boots emerald blades of grass had swayed, their stillness disturbed by even the slightest of intruding zephyrs. He raised his head upward a tad bit, letting his sensitive yet keen nostrils take in the air that surrounded him before glancing around at his surroundings warily. He was in search for someone of great importance but as of now he was at a loss of where to find this particular person at. "Curses .. this shall take much more time than I originally throught. It seems as though time is conspiring against me. It is not on my side." He muttered beneath an exhaled of breath, letting it be relieved from his lungs in a sigh that held much irritation.
(Hello there. Let me know what you think about the setting. I wanted to make it dramatic before I went on. And you are the one who I am in search of. My parents sent me off on a quest to find you because they are dying and they need a heir before time runs out.)
Nickname: Scar
Age: Unknown
Description: Long backlengthed hair that he keeps up in a ponytail. He is strong and muscular by nature, holding his family name and lineage with utmost pride. He is a fierce warrior, skilled in tactics of war. He has seen much bloodshed upon his ancestors sacred lands but keeps it to himself even whenever troubled.
Sir Xavier Devachi of the northern grasslands had ventured through the familiar yet forbidden lands of his immortal ancestors after adorning his petite yet strong form with pitch black and silver armor, pieces of decaying bonematter had littered the hardened earth at his very booted feet baring signs of much unsettled matters. The spirits were quite restless and he could feel them around him, sensing their auras watch over him as if they were ensuring his safety and wellbeing. He sighed ever so softly, his masculine voice dripping like honey from his very lips. He was lost in much thought, stepping forward through the deserted battleground that was rendered as nothing more than a graveyard to many of his beloved companions. He had had the honor of fighting alongside them, watching many of them fall to a swift demiise. He ventured further from the familiar grounds of his village and found himself in unknown territory. Around his boots emerald blades of grass had swayed, their stillness disturbed by even the slightest of intruding zephyrs. He raised his head upward a tad bit, letting his sensitive yet keen nostrils take in the air that surrounded him before glancing around at his surroundings warily. He was in search for someone of great importance but as of now he was at a loss of where to find this particular person at. "Curses .. this shall take much more time than I originally throught. It seems as though time is conspiring against me. It is not on my side." He muttered beneath an exhaled of breath, letting it be relieved from his lungs in a sigh that held much irritation.
(Hello there. Let me know what you think about the setting. I wanted to make it dramatic before I went on. And you are the one who I am in search of. My parents sent me off on a quest to find you because they are dying and they need a heir before time runs out.)
10-31-2014, 10:43 PM
(Sounds good. Also, how would a 3-year pregnancy sound? One year a trimester)
Name: Alendar Tirawaas
Age: Unknown
Description: He wears his brown hair in the typical long, elven style. He is of average build for an elf, but is not very physically strong. Alendar is studying to be a healer and often works with herbs and other natural remedies, as well as his magic.
To Alendar, the day seemed like any other in the tall forests of the Tirawaas clan. While he was still young enough to be under his parents' protection, he was considered mature enough to live in his own hut in the tree. He gazed out the window, surveying the beauty of the scenic trees and taking in the sweet-smelling air.
Name: Alendar Tirawaas
Age: Unknown
Description: He wears his brown hair in the typical long, elven style. He is of average build for an elf, but is not very physically strong. Alendar is studying to be a healer and often works with herbs and other natural remedies, as well as his magic.
To Alendar, the day seemed like any other in the tall forests of the Tirawaas clan. While he was still young enough to be under his parents' protection, he was considered mature enough to live in his own hut in the tree. He gazed out the window, surveying the beauty of the scenic trees and taking in the sweet-smelling air.
10-31-2014, 10:53 PM
(It sounds fine with me.)
Sir Xavier Devachi spent the remainder of the evening searching, never stopping once for a drink from nearby rivers. After many weeks of aimless searching he found himself at the entrance to a strange hut. He knew that it was most rude to just barge in but at that time he could care less. He walked through the doorway of the hut without permission, searching around with his ocean blue orbs as he surveyed it's interior.
Sir Xavier Devachi spent the remainder of the evening searching, never stopping once for a drink from nearby rivers. After many weeks of aimless searching he found himself at the entrance to a strange hut. He knew that it was most rude to just barge in but at that time he could care less. He walked through the doorway of the hut without permission, searching around with his ocean blue orbs as he surveyed it's interior.
10-31-2014, 10:57 PM
Looking into the hut, a Tirawaas guard drew his bow. "Halt! State your name and business or you WILL be shot," he said steadily, keeping the bow aimed at the intruder. How did he find one of their guard posts?
10-31-2014, 11:03 PM
Sir Xavier Devachi turned with a swift movement after drawing his trusty sword from it's sheathe, rushing toward the unfortunate Tirawaas who was in his path. Within a matter of moments he had struck the fatal blow, slashing at the stomach and throat of the soldier before aiming the tip of his sword at his throat. "My name is Sir Xavier Devachi and I have been sent here in search for my bride."
10-31-2014, 11:11 PM
The guard fell to the floor in surprise. "Why...didn't...say so..." he gurgled out, blood spurting from the wounds. He succumbed to his injuries and lay in the floor in a pool of his own fluids.
10-31-2014, 11:20 PM
Sir Xavier Devachi watched the guard as he collapsed to the floor, staring as the last signs of life drained from his eyes. He raised the blade of the blood covered sword to his lips, wiping a side of it upon his tongue till it shined once more. Soon he turned back around, noticing a young man sitting beside the window of the hut.
10-31-2014, 11:24 PM
Alendar had sat silently in the corner, trying his best not to be noticed. All the color had drained from his face as he sat in shock, looking at the body. He swallowed hard and gained the nerve to speak.
"Who...who are you..." he choked out.
"Who...who are you..." he choked out.
10-31-2014, 11:30 PM
Sir Xavier Devachi had stared at the mysterious male before him, finding himself entranced by his voice and haunted by his beauty. He raised his head, his deep blue eyes locking into and staring into his own. "My name is Sir Xavier Devachi, protector of the northern grasslands. I have come here in search for my bride." He approached closer to the male, reaching out and letting his fingertips brush against a side of his face.
10-31-2014, 11:34 PM
(You know that "Thy" is the formal "You", not "I", right?)
Alendar sat glued to his seat. He was petrified as this home invader stroked his cheek, and trying to prevent himself from letting tears show. "That's...nice..." he sobbed.
Alendar sat glued to his seat. He was petrified as this home invader stroked his cheek, and trying to prevent himself from letting tears show. "That's...nice..." he sobbed.
10-31-2014, 11:48 PM
(Oops. I am going to recorrect. o.o thank you for recorrecting my mistake.)
Sir Xavier Devachi had suddenly regretted her earlier actions but he did not let that show. He had felt badly for bringing the man to tears but did not let that be known as well. He moved himself closer so that his body was pressing up against the man's own sitting one after removing his armor, lowering his head and pressing his lips to a side of the man's vulnerable throat with eager kisses.
Sir Xavier Devachi had suddenly regretted her earlier actions but he did not let that show. He had felt badly for bringing the man to tears but did not let that be known as well. He moved himself closer so that his body was pressing up against the man's own sitting one after removing his armor, lowering his head and pressing his lips to a side of the man's vulnerable throat with eager kisses.
10-31-2014, 11:50 PM
Alendar's eyes widened and he pushed the man off of him quickly. "Get off of me!" he cried, trying to run for the door but tripping as he got up. He looked up fearfully at the man towering above him.
10-31-2014, 11:58 PM
Sir Xavier Devachi's eager kisses were cut off by the man's desperate push. He expressed a snarl, his form raising up and looming over the man's own tripped one upon the floor. "You are making this harder than it has to be wretch!" He reached down, clutching one of the man's legs right above the ankle and dragged him back so that he was beneath him.
11-01-2014, 03:51 AM
"No, no, please no!' Alendar cried desperately, tears forming at the sides of ears as he clawed his way along the floor. But the stronger elf's grip held firm as he felt a hand slip to disrobe him.
11-01-2014, 05:03 AM
Sir Xavier Devachi had smirked, finding amusement at the younger elf's desperate attempts of escape. He had removed the man's lower clothing, exposing his naked rear to him and was quick to enter him with his manhood and began to thrust in and out swiftly and roughly while holding onto and gripping his hips ever so tightly enough to bruise. "Oh yes! .. yes! .. you are so tight and warm!"
11-01-2014, 05:02 PM
(Would all elves be male?)
Alendar cried out, half in pain and half in humiliation. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to place his hands over his entrance in a desperate attempt to prevent the man from entering him. "No! Aghhh! Please!" he begged.
Alendar cried out, half in pain and half in humiliation. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to place his hands over his entrance in a desperate attempt to prevent the man from entering him. "No! Aghhh! Please!" he begged.
11-01-2014, 05:08 PM
Sir Xavier Devachi smirked at the man's pained outburst, quickening his thrusts to a more violent pace while grunting with each movement he took. He reached down and gripped the man's hands, pinning them down ever so roughly as he dominated him without mercy.
11-01-2014, 05:11 PM
"...Why...?" Alendar managed to choke out before biting his lip. No, he would not cry. As much as he wanted to let the tears stream down his face, he would not let himself stoop to that level. Not even as the man on top of him mercilessly pounded his virgin entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to Tel'Arlond that this would be over soon.
11-01-2014, 05:17 PM
Sir Xavier Devachi had spoken to the man below him between panted breaths, glaring down into his eyes with dominance. "Because .. I own you now." He had continued to thrust into the man's entrance for many hours, rendering it sore and bleeding before he had groaned loudly in release. His creamy seed had spuirted inside of the man's womb, filling it to the brim.
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