OOC: Harem Of Fur

[Rayne_Clowd]

So I know we covered this, but I wanted to make sure. Is this ancient times, or a postmodern resurgence of ancient times?

Its what we have made up but loosely based on ancient times so that we know there are no modern gadgets or guns........if you read the first post of the thread there is a loose description there of the setting.


ShadowFighter15 I would love to have you aboard but I think it would shift the balance a bit to much if we have more masters...you know not enough slaves to go around *giggles*

 

[babygurll1968]

Night all

 

[dragonrazor]

just wanted to make sure.

 

[AbrasiveYouth]

(I just included some history..I uh, write a lot and have nothing better to do. Enjoy! Or just skip to the last few or so)

The man known only as "Master Abra" is one of mystery and interest. How one of his birth status rose to such power is remarkable, considering his upbringing. His father was a chieftain of a barbaric tribe, a clan of pillagers and warriors. Their nomadic ways and fierce demeanor for conquest landed them in several distant lands. In these vast and foreign plains, the boys mother was found and captured. A tigress amongst her own clan, hunters and gatherers who knew nothing of real war. All were slaughtered by the powerful fighters, and certain treasures were claimed. His mother being one such capture. A prize for the leader, his personal servant for whatever pleasures he desired. Her life was filled with constant degrades at the hands of her barbarian master, raped and tormented on a daily basis. It was surprising when she became pregnant, for she was treated with fair kindness and affection. It was only for the child, the half breed bastard that was boiling in her belly. Family was family, and blood was the bond that kept the clan together. The day the boy was born, the mother was killed and fed to the crows. The child was left in the care of the women of the tribe, cleaning and keeping him alive. The boy was born with both traits of his parents. The dark eyes and hair of his mother, but the human form of his father. The future would only be trouble for him, and his father would make sure he was disciplined beyond belief.

The age of six, he was educated by the ways of the clan. To fight with sword and shield, with axe and club. The punishments for not completing the training was nothing shy of torture. Brutal lashes that cut his flesh and left him gashed. A bloody child who couldn't quit shaking and crying, forced to keep going no matter what. It was expected of him, he was not a full blood tribesman. He was an outsider as far as the father saw him, and demanded only the best. It was burned into every training session. Difficult, considering he was never taught speech or writing. He understood by hand motions, and of course he knew what certain words meant when they were shouted. Besides that, his education was limited to fighting.

Seventeen years old, young and angry as can be. The painful years had inflicted constant anger in him, fueling a fire within his tormented form. The last few years had been filled with the raids of his "people". Conquering nearby villages and distant lands alike, killing and slaughtering all underfoot. Capturing slaves and selling them off to larger countries, or keeping them for their own pleasures. He did this as well, taking his own fair share of rewards of women and gold. He had become quite possessive over his properties, the objects he took from war were his and his alone. No matter what the reward was, either it be a golden idol or a golden haired maiden. The battles were always the same. One sided in their favor, brutal tactics and steel weapons beating untrained peasantry. He relished in this combat for the sole reason that with every kill, every increase in skill brought him closer to taking his revenge on the ones around him. He found the chance one late night...or better, it found him. His father was indulging himself with the latest spoils, including a certain already claimed red headed Irish lass. His property, as far as he was concerned. There his father was, naked and roughly abusing the new captive. Assaulting her to no end, the sounds of his pleasure and her pain filling the air.

All those years of pain, of anger and waiting. It broke free, his body twisting and shifting at the tent entrance. His structure breaking and reforming itself, growing larger and changing shape. His skin was covered in white fur, pristine and white as the falling snow outside. Black stripes coursed across him, the traits of his mother. Claws instead of fingertips. Fangs instead of teeth. In an instant, he was upon the couple. He shredded his father to pieces, ripping out his throat with one quick strike. Lifting him and tearing him apart, the tent had transformed into a slaughterhouse. The girl was treated the same way, his youthful inability to control himself taking the blame. Or maybe it was the idea of her own betrayal. The camp became alive with the screams of his former captors. He killed every single warrior, every single servant. No prejudice when it came to his targets. It was the rage that refused to subdue...until he was the only thing left gasping for air. Returning to shape, he was alone for the first time in his life. Naked as the day he was born, crying and scared. Covered in blood and pieces of lingering flesh. The snow was drenched in blood and corpses, some still gripping the swords that failed them so. In this moment of release..a voice spoke out to him. Filling his head with foreign words, strangely understandable. It was Khnum, the creator of the furries. The same who made his mother, and his true distant people. It was a demand of service, to protect his creations with his own might. In return, he would educate him and give him a purpose in this life. Teach him how to control his tiger side. Retribution for a young lifestyle of blood and violence.

From that day forward, he served in Khnums knighthood. A group determined to keep His creations of beauty safe and without the troubles of mortal men. They were privileged with the best of both kingdoms. In return for his dedication to the cause, he was taught speech and the ability to write. He was taught mathematics and the ways of geography, understanding the ways of the civilized world. Before too long, he was living the life of a Master. A lord of his own Harem, the protector of the beautiful and mysterious furries. A life of pleasure and lust, a new battlefield awaited him. If he wanted one of the furries, he would claim her and bring the furry to his chambers. If they persisted and fought back, it was more fun. A different type of battle with every lustful anthro he encountered, finding this life style much more comfortable. All things change, however.

The times had changed, for the worst it seemed. Everyday, reports arrive of war. Of murder and betrayal at the hands of an arrogant Lord and his will to destroy all that are untouched by his fingertips. Backed by thousands of screaming, devoted zealots and an angry God. A kingdom of killers, all bred for one purpose. Destroy everything his Brotherhood stood for and has lived, fought, and bled to keep safe. True, he far from a native of these lands. He had come into power in the past two years, but since his arrival there has been few errors in the Harem he protects. That is, until recently. Times had changed indeed. Instead of the usual flow of patrons, it was determined soldiers. Blood spilled instead of coin, both bodyguard and slaves alike. Men filing into his Harem, his place of residence. His land to protect. An attack of this type had only one goal. Elimination. There was no surrendering, no mercy. Only suffering and cold steel swords. Abra greeted them with the same, using both his barbaric upbringing and his Brotherhood templar training. He brought down an enemy with every strike of his sword, but as soon as the blade cut through the flesh...another took his place. Spear points thrusting from all directions, shields taking place at the front line. The fight for his life had only begun..

It was unfortunate, the ending of his tale. Truly, he would die on his feet, standing tall and swinging his sword. Or he would live by escaping..and leaving his Harem to burn. Khnum spoke once more to him, demanding his escape. Revenge would be claimed, one way or the other. This day would be remembered. Cutting his way through the lines, he escapes with just the robes upon his frame and the sword on his back. Rushing through the woods, the transformation to his anthromorphic state was quickly taken. Once more becoming the white tiger, he follows the Gods words. Go to the desert Harem, the stronghold far to the east. The others will arrive before too long. His goal was set, and he pursued it with speed and vigor. The arrival is somewhat rushed, considering the circumstances. It had taken some time, nearly four days in his travels to arrive here. It was much larger then his own Harem, and the design was suited for the environment. He shifts to his mortal form, adjusting his bone structure as he steps through the front gates. His hair is long, somewhat messy from the journey here. His face is lightly bearded, having been several days since his last hot shower and shave. Large in build, he was one of those men with an exceptionally strong physic. Only the tattered black robes hung from his body, his chest bare and without a single piece of armor. The local slaves were around, the furries and the humans. Both mingling amongst each other, the way things should be. He notices a familiar face, the warrior wolf David. "David.." he says in a low voice, nodding his head softly in greeting. So far, just this brother had escaped. He had never been on the best of terms with his fellow brothers. Then again, he was never really friendly with anyone. Just enough to get through your basics. His eyes were moving across the local wildlife, the slightest grin on his face rising before falling once more. "I'm sure you know whats happening, I wont bother explaining the obvious".

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

*jaw hits the floor at Abra's post*

 

[FaeBites]

Marry me?

 

[ShadowFighter15]

ShadowFighter15 I would love to have you aboard but I think it would shift the balance a bit to much if we have more masters...you know not enough slaves to go around *giggles*

Don't worry, I figured that was the case.

EDIT: Holy- *stares in shock*

 

[dragonrazor]

lawl *stares in awe*

 

[Fira]

* speechless*

 

[Bsquad]

<I look at abrasive's post and smile.>

Very nice.

So who did you play on Star Wars Club?

 

[AbrasiveYouth]

*shrugs* Its a habit. I demand a certain level of dedication and detail from myself, I cant do much less unfortunately.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

Jezebelle

She had grown into her mid-teens in a time and a society where furries were regarded much the same as mud one might have to scrape from their heels; A dirty inconvenient part of life that you tried to avoid when you saw it, or brushed away if you couldn't. By the age of twenty, this had grown to an open animosity, with her kind treated as animals who just happened to speak and wear clothing. More times than she could count, Jezebelle had been shoved aside in the street, knocked to the ground or cast roughly away to colide with whatever was nearby. On the other hand, she was just as likely to be groped and fondled by those men who could look past her fur long enough to see the womanly curves of her body.

Now, at the age of twenty five, the boiling point had been reached, and furries were outlaws for the simple crime of existing, to be punished with death. Her own family had, sadly, been so punished. Had she not been out that evening, sneaking through darkened alleys, foraging through refuge for food, Jezzie herself would have been dead. Instead, fortune had spared her, and she struck out of town with nothing, joining a band of other refugees in search of escape.

Her new life would, apparently, be among other furry women as part of a harem; Slave to the very humans she had developed a distaste for, not to mention a few traitorous furries. The first sight of them had been enough of a shock to be physically painful, akin to a fist in her gut...a feeling she knew enough to make the comparison.

With a balled fist of her own, Jezebelle waited for Harem life to begin under her...ugh!...Masters and Mistresses, resigned to the hand fate had dealt her.

"I'm not dead. I just have to remember; I...am...not...dead."

- - -​

What do we think? I wanted her to be upset with the idea of servitude, yet grudgingly willing.

 

[dragonrazor]

I think...that I will be writing a lot tomorrow

 

[FaeBites]

Wait are we posting here... or making an incharacter thread?

 

[dragonrazor]

I think we were told we could post an intro here to get a feel for our character...

 

[AbrasiveYouth]

I figured we were doing an IC thread eventually, I was just getting a feel for the character myself.

 

[Bsquad]

<I smile at abraisive.>

You've certainly made me awaken my character background writing skills Abraisive, I'll enjoy using them once more.

 

[monique_minx]

Rayne's going to do up an IC thread soon, this is just ground testing for the opening posts of each character and the intro post to set the scene.
Personally I'm just drafting, my muse fucked off again and I can't be bothered putting her in her place

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

AbrasiveYouth That was an amazing post ........it took me awhile to read it as i had pms and other stuff going on but it was worth the read......excellent begining.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"I admit, I took one look at the size of that post, and just skimmed. Very good though, from what I picked up. Oh, and I meant to say that I agree on both the rules and the setting/backstory, just so I'm officially on-board with everything. I'm looking forward to this."

 

[monique_minx]

If we're all agreed then...Rayne you wanna set up this IC thread?
I doubt we have much left to work out for an Intro now and we can get started and post in sync...
Masters first...don't think the order matters unless you're gonna mention another Master in it...

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

She had grown into her mid-teens in a time and a society where furries were regarded much the same as mud one might have to scrape from their heels; A dirty inconvenient part of life that you tried to avoid when you saw it, or brushed away if you couldn't. By the age of twenty, this had grown to an open animosity, with her kind treated as animals who just happened to speak and wear clothing. More times than she could count, Jezebelle had been shoved aside in the street, knocked to the ground or cast roughly away to colide with whatever was nearby. On the other hand, she was just as likely to be groped and fondled by those men who could look past her fur long enough to see the womanly curves of her body.

Now, at the age of twenty five, the boiling point had been reached, and furries were outlaws for the simple crime of existing, to be punished with death. Her own family had, sadly, been so punished. Had she not been out that evening, sneaking through darkened alleys, foraging through refuge for food, Jezzie herself would have been dead. Instead, fortune had spared her, and she struck out of town with nothing, joining a band of other refugees in search of escape.

Her new life would, apparently, be among other furry women as part of a harem; Slave to the very humans she had developed a distaste for, not to mention a few traitorous furries. The first sight of them had been enough of a shock to be physically painful, akin to a fist in her gut...a feeling she knew enough to make the comparison.

With a balled fist of her own, Jezebelle waited to be assigned to her quarters and her...ugh!...Master, resigned to the hand fate had dealt her.

"I'm not dead. I just have to remember; I...am...not...dead."

- - -​

What do we think? I wanted her to be upset with the idea of servitude, yet grudgingly willing.

GREAT RPCG the only thing I spotted is that we will not be asigned to ONE master we are in a group harem with many masters and we are all in one quater ruled over by the misstress's 24/7 ........as they say no rest for the wicked.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

If we're all agreed then...Rayne you wanna set up this IC thread?
I doubt we have much left to work out for an Intro now and we can get started and post in sync...
Masters first...don't think the order matters unless you're gonna mention another Master in it...

Yep going to set that up in a second hun........i was just catching up on it all first.

 

[RoleplayCatgirl]

"Okay, got it editted up to set those details right. Here's the bit that's been changed."


With a balled fist of her own, Jezebelle waited for Harem life to begin under her...ugh!...Masters and Mistresses, resigned to the hand fate had dealt her.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

*drum roll* and it starts - http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=32903212#post32903212

Posting Order is: Masters - Mistresses - Harem.............who goes first or last in those roles is up to you to work out.