The Heart of Everything

[TakodaVega]

First of all forgive me if I go about this all around the wrong way. This is the first time I've been to a forum this...huge. >.>; So I thought I would toss up my lovely little muse's corner of the world. I will be posting my lovely Plotlines of epic proportions as well. If you need posting references I can link you to some, though most are offsite at another location [located in my sig for future reference]. Now without furtherado on with the plots!

Also my SRP = here

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- I will Not Bow - The worst part of being in a neighboring war-country is that the likelihood of being caught and sold into slavery was about as likely as finding your shirt with a new hole in it. In other words very likely. The problem of course is that this time they're looking for specific people. Females in this case. Even while Holly was presented in front of the throne with the others, as naked as she had been the day she was born, she refused to put down her stubborn tendencies and actually back down when she knew they were defeated. She was their Princess after all. Who was she to bow to any man? Even if doing so made her heart pound in her head whenever his eyes met hers.

- Sweet Curse - Everyone knows the story of Beauty and the Beast or The Princess and the Frog right? Where the male did something to piss off one fairy or another and be cursed into another form to live until they gained their True Love's affections. Well what happens if the story was only partially right? What happens if actually it was the Woman who was cursed and the man had to actually be the one to break the spell? You get to chose which of the stories you wish to be told, correctly.

- I'll Reach You - It had been three years since the voices started. Since they started, she had avoided touching people. The thought of actually reading what someone wanted to do to her was not something she wanted to witness in her lifetime. So when a sudden stop on the subway forces her to touch someone only so see their true plan to kill the person next to her, she breaks her own rules and touches another human being before the fatal shot can be done. However this little show of heroics left her with a dilemma. For one, she had actually touched a warm body for the first time in her life who she hadn't been able to read. Another thing, she didn't know how to get rid of him, or even if she wanted to.

- The Asylum Sleep - Padded walls covered the cell to an oddly quiet women. Hair dyed and cut at odd angles to frame her face, she seemed quiet enough. She seldom spoke actually according to her notes. Only muttering about having 'visions' of things supposed to happen. Nobody believed her and thought she was crazy. To the point she started to believe she was herself. So she remained quiet the past year or so. Seldom even moving from her darker corner of the room. Then the nightmares started. Nightmares about someone clawing at the walls to break her free. Until one day too much sedation sent her into a locked state in her mind. Her eyes would move, as though she was awake and dreaming. Even though she never made a sound she was screaming for help. And then-someone heard her.

- Seven Days - Tawny eyes peered above dark shades, scanning her surroundings. Upon finding nothing threatening she pushed them back up once more. With her eyes hidden, gazes drifted away from them to her bronzed skin, ebon locks and high cheekbones. Her hair fell passed her shoulders, which were adorned in a blue t-shirt that flowed over her curves to just above those low-riding blue jeans. Hands were covered in black leather gloves, well worn and fingerless. Black heels lightly rested against the back of her 1969 ZL1 Camaro, her constant companion. ¿Quién no ha querido a una diosa licántropa?

When Lycan females are outnumbered fifteen to one it's rather hard to give a girl some breathing room, even harder still to get free of an over protective pack that while looking out for only what is best for her, isn't considering her opinion in the equation. But when she her precious car gets stuck in the middle of nowhere she's got no options but to take shelter in the nearby town while the parts needed to fix her Camaro come in, before the full moon where everyone becomes...prey. Not that the Latina is hard to notice.

- Everything Burns - The Myth started when Sovereign had given her the gift. Well what should have been a gift that many had sought for years upon years. For Isfraelshra, she had now considered it a curse. Cursed with having the fire consume her and be born from the ashes of her own remains. Only it was more consuming than that. She could not die, or rather when she did 'die' she was only reborn from the flames. Since the beginning she had been created, now till the end she would remain. Until soon there was only one. The last Niamh - the legendary Firebird - was now trapped in the endless cycle. That is, until she was captured by a Mage and trapped into the form of myth until someone could break her free. And if they didn't soon, she would loose her soul without the fire to save her.

- Hope is Only an Illusion - For years it had been a silent understanding that Hope had been a heavenly virtue. Right? Right. Wrong. Turns out that Hope is a Demon. A demon that has inhabited a bloodline for centuries. Unknowingly the person who possesses it will bring everyone around them up...until they leave their lives have crush them into despair. God orders one of the Angels to get rid of Hope. How can one destroy something that you've been upholding for centuries? M/F only - However I will play Male or Female

Save Me Now - Guardian angels aren't supposed to interfere with mortals lives usually. The most they are supposed to do is make their prayers heard to their respectful higher power and that be the end of that. Yet when an angel finally snaps and saves his charge from an accident that she should, was supposed to, die from at eleven they are left dealing with facing the consequences of their choices. The girl is now constantly plagued by Death, yet is now immune to it's course, and an Angel now bound to Earth with only one hope of gaining any repentance - to finish what he had started.

- A Demon's Game - A mad demon by the name of Malachai has escaped his prison, a prison which had been sealed by both Yahweh and Satan himself. Now a pair of Angels from both sides of the spectrum must combat against the ultimate evil which not even the rulers of either sides are willing to face. Thrown into the realm of purgatory they discover they are thrown into a game that will force them to accept the truth about themselves...

-End of Me - Wish Cat's are rare creatures. So rare in fact, that the only people who can see them are those that are given the gift of seeing into both the real world and the world of Other. Why are Wish Cat's rare? Well because humans use all their wishes all at once. Much like a Genie - a Wish Cat grants wishes - a maximum of Nine Life-changing wishes. To gain a wish back, well they have to kill the person they granted the wish to, thus gaining one of their lives back. The only way for a wish cat to become free of the endless strain of wish giving is for someone who is Mortal to see the Cat for who it really is and grant it a normal life. The question is - who would grant a wish cat a normal life when they only see it as a normal house cat?

- Release the Soul - Since the beginning of Time, which is simply a concept that Man had developed long long ago, it had stood there. Death. Death, was, if anything, a concept all on its own well when it was personified. However it was a thankless job. Like Charon's carrying those across the River Styx, or those lower lifes of the human realm who had their jobs taken for granted because of their social standing. A thankless, and if nothing, lonely job. So Death hired various souls through time. Some to pay off their debts, others to simply aid in It's job. Then, there was a shift. Death who had no care for anyone or was unaffected by the course of a souls life however this one. This one was different. And it suddenly became drawn into a life that it had never understood before... [This is a very Gender Ambigious role set and is one of the FEW FEW FEWFEW rps that I would even consider doing a M/M role. So it's M/M, M/F, or F/F as Death, to me has no real said 'gender' until err well you'll see how this plays out :3]

- Savor the Lullaby - [Big Note - this is going to be a VERY dark rp and have some very dark subject matter that may scare people <.< that is your only warning you get] - Some people believe that the sexual tension and the line between good and evil lie on a swords edge that can snap at any moment. In a lot of ways they are very right. And that night proved everything to her. The once bright and innocent girl in the hands of the one thing that so many people only whisper about, that they think will never happen to them. But can such a cruel game finally tame someone who has been fusing his deviant desires with the innocent angels he has claimed over the months and years in what he views as just a game?

- Lost in the Dream World - When a Man or Woman becomes of age they must go to the Dream World to be Marked by their Spirit Animal. For some this Animal becomes a part of them, while for others the physical representation makes their appearance. For those when the Animal becomes a part of them they learn to cope with the Animal that constantly lingers in the back of their head, trying to guide them through their life, to their eternal companions. But for some they are not so lucky. Some get lost in the dream world until they loose the tie to their body and are forever lost. It takes one week before the body looses connection and for the Spirit Guide to make itself known. It has been unheard of that someone would go back to the Spirit World once their animal spirit is acquired. But there is a first time for everything...

- All of this Past - In the big cities, crime sometimes runs rampant. Some cases, never solved. So when a rising detective moves to an old apartment building he doesn't expect it to have a clean slate either. What he doesn't expect, however, is that he is no longer alone. Water turns on it's own, lights flicker, and things start moving of their own will. He tries to discover anything he might be able to about the building he is in and discovers that a murder occurred there years ago. Returning to his apartment with the case in hand his invisible guest makes herself known. She pleads with the detective to solve her case so that the person who murdered her years ago doesn't do so again, promising that she will help as much as she can. You see, the Detective's guest isn't a true ghost. Her death was so violent she as hurled into the "Phantom" category. A creature able to become corporeal at will and not be tied to her spirit anchor. Her murder scene. She choose, however, to stay knowing that one day someone would come...him.

- Ashes and Dreams - The first time she had encountered Death (Or rather whom she had associated as Death since the Soul Reaper refused to actually tell her what his actual name was) was at the impressionable, albeit defiant, age of four at her NaNa's house. He had come collecting her soul, and she, being the little spitfire she was, sent the first object she could reach {Which at the time had been a book of some sort} directly to his face. Though it passed through him as fluidly as air there was something different about her. Death knew this, and that was the beginning of their friendship. Now over eighteen years later, she was now a bonafide raiser. Of the dead that was. For a small fee she would help you try to learn whether there was another Will or that there was spousal affairs. Hey anything to get a paycheck nowadays. But when a raising goes seriously wrong, and her soul is on the line, Death sees no choice but to help her, especially when his fellow Reapers after her very soul.

 

[TakodaVega]

The following are intro writing samples - the rps themselves have already been claimed elsewhere but I thought I'd toss these out there. One I may be willing to do depending on the partner in question. Remember these are examples. Please do not post a reply to the intros in this thread, if you are interested in one I may consider it if you send me a PM. ^_^



Male Intro:

With fingers steepled on the white marble desk in front of him, piercing blue eyes looked through the long black bangs that threatened to fall across his face. "Let me make sure I heard you, correctly, servant." He spoke slowly, the midnight caress seeped into something no passion could cool. Rage, and directed towards what he deemed a halfwit who didn't even belong in his presence. The fact the creature wasn't burning was a true testament of Lucifer's restraint on his temper. Very few rivaled the man in his temper, save for Satan. Satan lingered in the lower levels however, he was the true ruler of Hell after all. Lucifer was the one who did the day-to-day business, it made logical sense. Satan was too busy trying to figure out how to overthrow Yahweh and break this prison that he and his minions had been given.

Which left Lucifer to deal with shit like this. He would love to just reach over the desk and strangle the horned frog-like creature. Though that would be a waste of energy, despite how many different ways he looked about trying to kill the thing, and how many different ways it could die. However a horned frog had more brains than the demon in front of him. Belphegor was still squeezing his hands in front of him as he floated above the stool, even then he still remained on a lower scale than Lucifer. Again the condescending voice filled the room, "You let a human outwit you," Not surprisingly, "And then instead of having his soul Damned to hell for eternity for Satan's army, you let the man find a genuine priest of Holy intentions? And you call yourself a demon."

Lucifer's hands flexed causing Belphegor to flinch in front of him, visibly trying to move away from him, but the air thrummed with power. "Must I show you all how to do things properly?" He stated, palms moving to the cool marble, his legs remaining crossed under the table away from view. Once upon a time, Lucifer had been known as Lucifel - one of Yahweh's most promising and devoted generals. Till the day he saw the usefulness of demons and Mankind. The thoughts had grown until She had been the last stone thrown to upstart the Second War against the High King. What became of the Seraphim he had almost lost memory of, he had seen glimpses of. Almost. Whatever she was was certainly beyond his power to control. The woman was easy on the eyes, no doubt. But what had caught his attention then was her open rebellion to the High King. Something unheard of, it had clicked into place.

That was how Lucifer got here. His once blond hair now as black as midnight, though the once pale skin now was a sunkissed tan that never faded. Though seated one could tell he was a tall man. Tall enough to be foreboding even wall sitting. Belphegor shifted again still wringing his hands, "Master can p-punish me as he s-sees fit. Please show this worthless demon the correct way to ensnare the humans." He sniveled as he tried not to even to shift his weight so much knowing he was only provoking the Lord of Hell. He wasn't a prince like Beelzebub, nor the Low King that Satan was, but he ruled Dis with a tactic that oozed with an ego of will. A will that had become somewhat self-absorbed over the past few centuries.

"You're not worth the time to proper punish. Instead you shall learn, and learn fucking well." Came Lucifer's much softer, deadlier voice as those eyes flickered. He could easily think of something to do to prove to Belphegor how easy it would be to seduce a mortal into the darkness of Hell. The sweet temptation that lust offered that maybe only love could redeem. However no one knew what was going on Lucifer's mind when he finally disappeared from the city of Dis, dark mirth filling the void the man had once sat with the high back chair to hide the raven wings his once bright lit wings had become.

On Earth things were far different. Contrary to the old stories Lucifer could come and go as he please, with a price of course. As the sun passed over the man, his shadows slowly showed the change, skin falling away to the ground as gray brown scales started to cover him until his body wound about into a distinctive coil. Black scales slid down his back as the horn on top of his snout remained erected. A black tongue darted out, tasting the air a few moments before deciding it was safe to move. He was looking for a distinctive smell. Sliding over rocks he came in contact with he curled up on a few boulders nearby and waited. Soon his prey would find him. Why he had decided on this particular group had been relatively simple. A female scent had lingered in the air. Distant still but approaching still. He darted out his tongue again. He could almost taste her completely. How long had it been since he had actually decided to bring down someone to Hell? Not since the war. Unless it included reminding the Succubi their 'job'.

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Female Intro

There were times she had wished things would change. She had known, as she always did, Death would be waiting when the time was right but now, nor have any of the times before had any of the times been right. She remained seated at the fountain that had set at the heart of the palace. She had been a powerful Queen, once, long ago. But now such things were a distant memory. Though here things didn't age, or at least the buildings didn't. She had taken great, painstaking care to make it so.

Her mind however was focused simply on the flower in her hand, the white rose was pristine. Her fingertips slowly traced along the petals. This had been left on her desk in the library. The ancient archives had been kept up to date even as the world had faded from the need of herself and others in a sense. However the rose reminded her of old times. Purity of intent. The question of course what the intent was.

She spun the stem in her hands. Whomever had cut the single flower had gone through the painstaking manner of cutting the thorns away. Her hazel eyes watched the flower carefully though. Who had sent it? This, outside of the library, had been her source to think. Especially after the Wars that had torn through the rise and fall or Terra. The water behind her was calming, even if the light coming from the pool beneath showed those seven long scars that littered her back.

Vega had forsaken the Order according to Man. However even now she still held to the True Law. Just as Kitira had maintained her Chaos in the chaotic planes outside of the Abyss. She shook her mind from her thoughts and looked up. Twilight would be there soon. She should head inside but the flower - it bothered her, made her think of any -- and all -- who might have been able to leave such a thing in her library.

And the Why, that too got to her.

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Female Intro - bdsm

Ever since she had been a kitten she had been trained for this day. Who knew that time would fly by so fast as she curled up in the bed of her Trainer's room. Her sole purpose was to please her new Master in whatever form it might be. From sex to cooking, to literature and any other sort of entertainment. A chill passed over the amurjin as she curled her tail closer to her.

After some 'research' from the other 'Masters' to deem what she exactly was she was sent here. Bought to be some prize for a man who was too young to enjoy at the time what she would have to offer. Puberty for the Amurjin was different than most. Like most humans, the amurjin sported skin, a pair of C breasts that offered to be a good handful to hold, and feminine curves over her hips. Her body was toned, not overtly so to detract away from the female's natural beauty however.

Blue hues blinked open in the bright light of the room as she heard the jingle of the food bell. This would be her last meal until she saw her new Master. A Master whom she didn't even know what he looked like, let alone his name other than, 'Master'. Devan, her trainer, had finally let slip his name over the years during a training session to teach her to call him only 'Trainer'. However there were times were that didn't stick.

She knew that after her breakfast she would be escorted to the baths, and 'dressed' for the occasion. Whatever that meant she didn't know other than the fact she was already introduced to the carrier that would take her from Devan's home to her new permanent one. Uncurling herself from the bed to make her way to the table she sat on her knees and waited patiently as Devan served her pieces of fish and grapes, to keep her appetite in check before placing on the leash and collar and leading her outside. She was allowed to walk on two legs, which now brought new looks to her figure.

Ebony stripes trailed down from her neck down along her back to her tail, the stripes curving over her sides leaving her belly bare, much like her feral cousins. The dark triangles sported on the top of her head had white spots on the back of each one. While Devan led her further through the house, the amurijin looked down as was befitting her rank, her feline tail occasionally swaying behind her.

She was different from most, they soon discovered that like her anthro and feral cousins the amurjin sported 'heat' cycles rather than the normal periods human women went through. Whether or not she was able to carry offspring however was not her or Devan's decision to decide. Rather the Master, having followed his instructions to the letter and leaving the amurjin untouched and only educated to pleasure. He was rather thorough on his education with the female however.

Afterall the female would soon be the Master's prize to do with as he wished. Leading her into the bath house, Devan soon placed her in the shower stall turning on the faucets to bathe the female before hand. Today was her day to be pampered until she was put into her cage. He let his hands be gentle, making sure every inch of her was scrubbed down and clean, her long ebony hair free of any knots of tangles that might have occurred in her sleep. She sat perfectly still as Devan washed her, behaving as she was told. Normally would bathe alone, left to her own devices in case her Master wished to allow her that form of independence.

Once dry, brushed and combed, Devan patted her on the head and sat her on the pillows and pulled out the ruby ribbon,wrapping it around her throat first the front down between her thighs to hide her slit from view before crossing the two strands behind her back, a simple cross nothing tied as she slowly brought the two halves together to tie a bow in the front. The amurjin eyed the bow, purring softly up at him as he chuckled before picking up the amurjin and depositing her into her cage, the cage itself gave her enough room to curl up in case it was long before the Master made his appearance or to doze while they travelled.

Sleep she did, for the next thing she knew she was sitting in the middle of a bedroom floor, still in her cage. However there was some sort cover over top of her cage, save for a very minute slit near the lock to let her see everything. Movement occurred throughout the house as she perked her ears, ever so slightly, listening for when the door would creek open and she would truly meet her Master. Maybe he would give her a name.