BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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- Feb 26, 2001
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OOC: Open thread in almost all ways. It's open to anyone to join. It's open for pretty much anything to happen. You can see she is a human - Native American - woman who has crossed into the fantasy realm that has no humans by some unknown method and this could happen to other races too, but all arrive naked. It's also open to be as kinky as you want. What the thread is not open to is one-line-fuck-me-posters. I'd like this SRP to include RP please. First business, is we need someone to be the elven guy she sees - who and what he is and how he will act is up to you.
IC:
Rain pounded against her naked flesh, wakening her in the agonizing knives of ice-water. Meda gasped and tried to swallow air despite the terrible ache in her body. She forced herself to prop herself up, feeling the mud washing from her breasts and belly in the torrent.
What had happened? she wondered. Where was she, and how had she got there?
She couldn't remember anything since the ceremony her father had led at sunset yesterday.
Was it yesterday? She really had no way of knowing. It had been a sacred rite to her totem, the bear, imbuing her with the power of her totem as she reached womanhood. There had been a crash of thunder, a flash of lightning... and then what?
Someone spoke nearby. It was a man's voice, but high and reedy, unlike the men of her tribe. She didn't recognize the words he used and looked up to see a tall man, wearing some kind of light armor, riding on a horse. The horse was the only thing that looked like anything she had seen before. He was pointing at her, demanding an answer to a question she did not understand. She followed his pointing weapon and only then realized she was naked.
Meda tried to cover herself modestly, but it was impossible.
IC:
Rain pounded against her naked flesh, wakening her in the agonizing knives of ice-water. Meda gasped and tried to swallow air despite the terrible ache in her body. She forced herself to prop herself up, feeling the mud washing from her breasts and belly in the torrent.
What had happened? she wondered. Where was she, and how had she got there?
She couldn't remember anything since the ceremony her father had led at sunset yesterday.
Was it yesterday? She really had no way of knowing. It had been a sacred rite to her totem, the bear, imbuing her with the power of her totem as she reached womanhood. There had been a crash of thunder, a flash of lightning... and then what?
Someone spoke nearby. It was a man's voice, but high and reedy, unlike the men of her tribe. She didn't recognize the words he used and looked up to see a tall man, wearing some kind of light armor, riding on a horse. The horse was the only thing that looked like anything she had seen before. He was pointing at her, demanding an answer to a question she did not understand. She followed his pointing weapon and only then realized she was naked.
Meda tried to cover herself modestly, but it was impossible.
