OOC: Harem Of Fur

Noice job Rayne
Added it to my list...took me twenty minutes to write out who the writers in it were though hahaha!!
Awww shucks...we gotta wait for the boys now....that'll take forever!

lol you should have just copied them from the first post you goose.

HAHAHAHA
Yeah I realized that too late! Couldn't remember everyone and went to check the first post then I smacked myself in the head!

i added it to my list as well...then just said cast can be found HERE and linked to the ooc thread

Any of the masters who want to can feel free to post there introduction post can feel free to get the ball rolling.

Those were excellent introductory pieces! I'm excited that we're finally getting things under way. I'll post my first roleplay this evening (GMT). If anyone wants to discuss ideas with me or would like to work with me on scenes, feel free to PM me. I'll be logging on sporadically throughout the day, so I'll get to it eventually.

Fae, I got your PM and I'm looking forward to seeing what we can come up with.

mine will have to wait till later. I have no breakfast tea, so I don't think I'll be feeling creative until after I get back from shopping. I could make some regular Pekoe Blend tea, but I don't think it would be enough

It is said that those born under the Dragon are unique. Raven Starhunter was born in the year of the Dragon. And it was again the year of the dragon when he first went to battle. He lived his life as a free spirit for years, learning as much as he could about the world in his younger days. Indeed, when his second Year of the Dragon rolled around, he had already learned the arts of the Smith and the Baker. But that was also the year in which he witnessed his entire family slaughtered at the hands of a group of soldiers following orders of a corrupt politician. He became a thief for a time, before moving on to being an assassin. He learned everything he could about anything he could get his hands on. By the time his third year of the Dragon arrived, he had earned fame -- and INFAMY -- as the sole practitioner of the art that had come to be known as Bladeflash. It was a style of fighting that involved high speed strikes with both bare fists and the weapons he held, no matter what that weapon was. It was during those years that he'd first heard of a cult working towards the extermination of the Furreh, those second, but no less important, creations of the Ancient Artist, the god Khenmu. He did what he had to to protect them in those years. But it was with great surprise that he found out that he was the descendant of an ancient house of a desert city founded by the legendary Knight Brotherhood dedicated to the Artist.

He'd travelled to that land, and continued his training. By the time he actually put on the Raven Amulet that marked his family, he had perfected his art, and had turned it into something worthy of the Creator-god he now served. And served he willingly did, as he heard the voice of Khenmu whispering to him, teaching him, refining him further. The ancient Artist spoke of days when servants of a rival would try to exterminate his second creation, and of the Brotherhood's role in protecting them. So it was that Raven travelled into the lands once again, to see for himself the truth in Khnum's warnings.

He witnessed the atrocities first-hand, as this cult swept through the lands. He stalked them, hunting them as only his teenage years as an Assassin allowed. He was an adult, now, however, trained with the best. And he knew that the attacks must end. He didn't expect to be written about when he finally acted. But it was one of the slaves who kept the records of that black day when the Bladeflash was unleashed.


"They came upon us in the night. They broke the doors, stepped THROUGH the walls using dark arts. They came through the windows, their weapons aflame with their zealotry. The eyes of the human soldiers were those of the fanatic. They were lit with a maniacal gleam as they surrounded the Masters and slew them, sinking their bloodstained blades deep in their flesh. Only when they turned upon the slaves did the fear truly begin, however. One look at the followers of this evil god and it was clear that there would be much bloodshed. We had no chance. We knew we would die.

But then something appeared behind the zealots. A dark figure with a sword and a strange-looking spear. He was a terrible figure, full of rage and hatred. At first, we thought he would be our doom. But the cultists turned to him and were struck with horror at what they saw. It wasn't until the weapons in his hands came into the light with him that we realized why. They were covered in blood. The blood of the other soldiers, dripping from both weapons. And the eyes of this dark figure seemed to glow as bright as the green emeralds that adorned the black amulet he wore.

It was as if the gods had loosed a force of nature upon the cultists. The way this human fought was a dance, a hurricane, a whirlwind of flashing steel and dark hair, striking with the fury of the heavens. We knew not what this portended, but soon, there stood a lone figure in the room, surrounded by the dead and the dying, as he stalked towards one of the few he'd left alive. We could only watch in awe of this dark and terrible force as it interrogated the knight that laid bleeding on the floor beneath its black-booted heel with its sword at his throat.

And then finally it spoke to us, and gave us its name. It...he...offered us sanctuary. Though we were afraid, we knew that it was our only choice. We followed this monster, this man, and eventually came upon a great kingdom in the desert. We were still slaves there, but we were treated far better than we had been in recent years."

So he had created his own harem in the city, or rather, his own section. Eventually, the younger Knights like himself reached the point where they were ordered to merge with the main harem as was the custom in the city. He did so willingly, knowing it would be easier to protect them from within the high, fortified walls of the Palace. And his training as an assassin made it double easier, because of the many nooks and crannies one could hide in. He'd made a point of mapping the Palace early on, and created a rather unique system of tablets in sections that were harder to navigate.

Now, the fourth Year of the Dragon approached. The Knights' Harem was one of the safest places for the Furreh in the entire world. But things were not all well. The flames of war came, and with it came word, via refugees, of an army sweeping the land in the name of their god. And Raven knew that he had not exterminated the sick, twisted ideals of the cult that he had fought. And now the Brotherhood must gather.


*clears throat* um...well?

It's quite good Dragon, from my point of view though don't take my word for it cause I am slightly sleep deprived right now!
Just thinking that on the tale end of your post, your char's history...you should probably put something current about the Harem...
Just my thoughts

*grins* that's why it's a rough draft.

okay...here's what I've managed so far. I'm not sure if there is anything that I need to add or take out...or what...it still doesn't feel complete, no matter how I look at it...but I'm my own worst critic, so need some input here...

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Rather shy and nervous, Trixie, a Dog Furry (more specifically of the Papillon breed), can also be rather playful at times. Eager to please and prove herself, she is very sensitive to reprimands and therefore is a quick study when it comes to learning new things so as to avoid them. Born into a harem, she was well familiar with living around other Furries and Humans alike, although she had only gone through the most basic of trainings thus far. Training designed to weed out those that were either not suited to the life of slavery, or those who would require more training once they came of age before joining with the harem proper, Trixie sailed through it all.

While the breed is well known for its companionship and loyalty, the Papillon's true strength lies in its ability to perceive the emotional needs of its owner and to translate them into a healthy psychological environment. In other words, the animal becomes what the owner needs at the time, depending on circumstances. With all this in mind, it was soon apparent to those responsible that Trixie embodied all of these traits and more, making her ideal for slave training.

Having just come of age, Trixie had only been placed into the harem proper for a couple of days when Master David came through and told them to run. Not knowing the other girls of the harem except for one Bunny named Alexis that had been friendly to her, and knowing Master David from his frequent visits to the part of the compound reserved for soon-to-be mothers and the juvenile Furries, her instinct was to follow the Master, so follow she did.

Arriving at the new harem, not having any idea what to do or where to go once they got there, Trixie stayed within several paces of Master David. The new sights, sounds, and smells were a bit overwhelming for her, and she was concerned about her ability to serve her Master with any kind of skill. She only hoped that Master David and the other Masters and Mistresses would be patient with her.

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Feel free to rip to shreds! LOL

My turn: Vivica

Exhausted was not even close to describing how Vivica felt when she had arrived at the palace gates, sweat, dirt and sand stuck to the flanks of the gray appaloosa mare and she prayed to Khenmu that this was the right place, not that it had mattered much. It had gotten to the point were even if it wasn't she would just have to rely on the mercy of who ever owned this palace or hope that it was a swift death that claimed her..........

She had traveled the desert for days, in search of her only salvation. Her kind had been culled or more accurately murdered for simply being. There was no justice only injustice as many furries young, old and every species you can think of became outlawed abolished to be hunted and killed on sight, without trial or any crime being committed by them.

Vivica had seen to many deaths of her kind, to many to count them. If not for pure exhaustion from her travels each day she doubted she would have slept at all. But every night of her journey, after hours trekking through dunes and sand plains she would fall into dreamless sleep only to be woken each morning by the nightmare that was now her life. Each step she took this last day had burned her leg muscles, split her hooves further and caused her more pain then she ever cared to feel again.

Her lips had been cracked and bleeding and her vision was failing with each mile that passed, she was dehydrated malnourished and every part of her body ached. She had almost shamefully wished for death to claim her, but then her mind would drift back to her family, her friends and the many who she did not know, yet had seen the brutal and sickening aftermath of their massacre.....motionless bodies strewn about in hot pools of blood as if they meant nothing at all, decapitated foals and the aged nags not broken by their years but by the hand of man. Her need to live and survive to honor those that are now lost would take over and the images that replayed in her mind spurred her on against all odds she kept going she had to.

Her mustang herd and one other had been attacked without warning. A gypsy caravan of mares, foals and stallions, harming no man nor any beast was set upon by blood thirsty humans. Merciless warriors who took the lives of every member of the small community without hesitation...every member except Vivica. These herds had banded together to avoid harm to travel in numbers for safty......but they were attacked in the dead of night while they slept in their tents. Vivica had been unseen walking in the moonlight not far from camp but far enough that her only warning was that she heard the screams that signaled the beginning of the murderous attack.

Vivica had dropped the herbs she had been collecting and the lantern she had been using to see by and ran towards the camp, she stopped once she cleared the forest and hid behind a boulder for cover and was frozen in horror watching the senseless slaughter of her herd, she wanted to help she wanted to scream but was mute and her limbs refused to move......self preservation, cowardly, disgustingly weak. She had called herself worse as she trekked through the desert.

The night her herd had been slaughtered would never leave Vivica this she was certain of, she had thought perhaps she would be better off dead in the days that followed. She had traveled by night so as not to be seen her fear running cold through her veins, her only possessions were what she carried, no less then three times she had barely escaped situations that would cause her harm or death......all at the hands of bigoted humans. It was only by sheer luck or perhaps the wish of Khenmu that she had stumbled on an old hut deep in the woods, this hut was owned by a goat women a furry like herself.

Namuka the goat women had taken her in, allowed her to rest for the night in safety and gave her the best gift anyone ever could bestow on her. Namuka had told Vivica were to find permanent salvation, a place she would be honored for what she was and protected....she had mentioned there may be a debt to be repaid a service she would need to preform at this palace of salvation. But Vivica did not care what ever this debt maybe, it was salvation and hope more then she had ever thought possible...it was life.

Vivica had left the next morning taking the directions and bidding Namuka all the graces of Khenmu, she owed this goat women much and had even offered to carry her for the goat women had said she was to old to venture there herself, so instead helped those poor creatures that she could. Vivica could not express her gratitude but this added to her resolve that she would get there or perish she would do it for her loved ones and she would do it for Namuka.

And she did.......now standing in the great hall Vivica was directly infront of two striking red haired furry women. One a dark wolf with long locks of blaze red and the other a white tiger with glorious long red hair.... the Mistresses of this Harem that belonged to The Khenmu Knights, and behind them was the impressive masculine dominance the Masters of the Harem, The Khenmu Knights themselves the very custodians of her salvation.

I count one syntax error and one typo. it should be "mile that passed" instead of "mile that past", and then "massacre"

I am making notes as I read Raven and Fira so I am sorry if this becomes jumbled as I scroll up an down.........

Raven

1st thing I noticed is you used the words "the legendary Templar Brotherhood dedicated to the Artist." is this meant to be The Khenmu Knights which is the name of the secret society...I thought?

2nd thing I noticed is what minx said you do not mention you harem now. (and I will be editing mine as I realized I should mention the masters too not just the mistresses.)

3rd thing WOW fantastic I loved every word and will read it again without hesitation.

Fira

its perfect Hun it tells her past and her feelings of the future setting the stage. And it ties you well with master david and alexis. I even like who you explained the juveniles and pregnant women in a separate harem to those who are of age but not pregnate...this is something we can use if people need to take hiatus from the thread or something.

dragonrazor said:

I count one syntax error and one typo. it should be "mile that passed" instead of "mile that past", and then "massacre"

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Thank you raven I will correct the passed past mistake and the massacre one well spell check sucks cause it didnt pick it up.

yes, it is. Khenmu is a creator-god, and thus, an artist what better way to refer to him than by such a moniker

and yes, I'll be reworking it after we get back. we have to go run errands

<3 Absolutely love the intros people. I dont know who I like more...jeez.

dragonrazor said:

yes, it is. Khenmu is a creator-god, and thus, an artist what better way to refer to him than by such a moniker

and yes, I'll be reworking it after we get back. we have to go run errands

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It was not the artist part I refereed to Hun I agree that is a good reference I meant this part "the legendary Templar Brotherhood" but perhaps it is my miss understanding of the word Templar I took it as a name not a description.

AbrasiveYouth said:

<3 Absolutely love the intros people. I dont know who I like more...jeez.

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I vote yours *grins* you set the bar we all just followed.

Thanks, Rayne...glad I could contribute something else useful. I was just trying to think of a way to explain WHY she wouldn't have any formal training as of yet...her innocence, so to speak...but you're quite right...if one of the girls needs to leave for any amount of time...she can go to that part of the compound...hehe...the men will be easy to explain if they need to leave...a battle raging somewhere that they go to help with, or looking for more Furries to bring back to the harem.

Glad you are enjoying the posts thus far, Abra...I just can't wait for the actual thread to get moving! Soooooo....which Master is going to be the first to post????

EDIT: *blushes at RPCG's comments* thanks...

Thank you RPCG.......would you believe I just noticed I never once described myself......as in my appearance...I will have to work it in *smiles*

"Can you tell I am exited I don't think any of my other lit post are that long, I blame Abra he started it"

OH! I'm working on Yeishia...trying to get her to join the Harem as well!

Fira said:

OH! I'm working on Yeishia...trying to get her to join the Harem as well!

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That would be fantastic if we get her on board I can accept the other gentleman that wished to be master as well although I would love 2 more slaves so Yieshia and one other and then I would feel more then comfortable to add another master.

I edited I figure gray appaloosa mare just about covers it *smiles*

what about Tala, maybe?

i'll see if i can connect with her and ask her if she would be interested...