| A presence appeared in the dark glass panes, a woman adorned in shimmering chain mail and polished leather with crotch-boots. Tinted leather strips sparsely woven throughout the chain mail did little to conceal her virtually naked form, as did a skimpy skirt. Her roan hued face strikingly tattooed with a white bleeding lily filled the entirety of one cheek. The flora grew via a double-helix stem, inappropriately thorny. Each finely drawn thorn illustrated pricking with bleeding of her skin. That blood toned pearlescent white. The stems, originated at the edge of each nipple, climbed from her exposed bosom and evolved into two large leaves that hugged the entirety of her neck, as might a slave's collar. Her eyes as crimson as the trim on her garments lacked any discernible pupils. This woman's hair was black, gray and red, each color distinctively, braided into seven tails, and ultimately bound by lilac vine into one monolith that stood straight up from her head with the tips of each bowing gently at their ends. |
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| I shall share an insight ~ I know iCue was the imaginary incarnate of Zi's first grade teacher Miss (Oops, can't share her name)... but needless to say this recollection of her in this way has cost him one or twenty-two sleepless nights and some very serious therapy time. He is much better now. Though, when I suggested a sequel, I believe his haunt has returned. |
| Angular features taut, he stared out the double arched window. He cradled against his muscle tight chest a charcoal gray house rodentia. They over-populated the Bastion. Those lacking blankets or clothes suitable for the chilled chambers used them for warmth at night. Mash preferred the warmth of several 'enches, trained in the art of pleasure and oriented to accept pain as a gift. Normally, he had at least two at his disposal, ready for his whim. This night he already used up his favorites, dispatching them with a blade for their inability to lighten his mood. The bodies, cured in blood, claimed a corner, eyes sightless, rodentia fodder. A tall gaunt man, Mash , possessed the deepest of brown eyes, a scar from his left ear to the corner of his mouth, and a shaved head with an inked marking of an elk's headdress on the back of his skull, a blood red tear hung from a point. He wore a leather shoulder-to-ankle cape over the crisscrossed strapping of his body harness. His black collar, the width of two fingers bore the marking of his nobility, diamond clusters as well as the symbol of a crying heart. |
| Panthera |
Descendants of two ancient races Crossbreeds from the clans of Panerea and the Jaguarundi Bestial in appearance and instinct Resembled the cat and Eager to kill |
| A'kin and Tiesa fleeing on flying stags within the atmosphere between the moons: |
| The Panthera closed in upon A'kin and Tiesa, their sturdy stags severing the distance. Caribou and wapiti were built for speed, addax for the long-packed trek. The couple did not look back, just kept storming ahead, though they felt the encroachment of the catamount enemy. *************************************************************************************** ...A'kin and Tiesa pushed on, but were halted by the rock face, it did not provide ample configuration for them to continue. They could not advance or retreat. He knew they were about to be captured. The Panthera numbered many. His blade was not enough to defend let alone win this battle, for he noticed that several Panthera had retrieved their steeds and flew toward them, the flick of night-light bounced off their swords and spears. |
| Proph iCue Seer to k'Dom Mash of Thebe |
| k'Dom Mash of Thebe |
| A'kin turned as he felt the ground radiate the thumping of a massive thing, running at him. He did not have a chance to think, only react, but too slow, for the charging beast whacked him from his feet. In an instant, he regained his footing, unfurled the crystal whip, and snapped it against the small of the ellacion brown-paw bear's back, ripped through fur and muscle exposing a crow's length tear. |
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| Brown-paw Bear |
| All villians must have their henchmen! |
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| She cried for the silk for she knew it was good. Then she was gagged by its honest gentleness. Now silent and blind she was one with a world. A world of imagination excited by anticipation. What will come next; she wondered and tightened her muscles. She shuttered... will it be... gentle... will it be of the silk. She waited... shook with nervousness... torn with an excitement of mind. Fueled by his hand... by his unspoken acts... and yet mostly by his powerful will. |
| Angelica Hart and Zi |
| ~Writing Team~ |
| STAG NATION: A VEXED HEART |
| Villians, stags and bears, OH MY! |
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| The silk bound her in a way she could not resist his advances. The silk covered her eyes and she could only anticpate what was to be. The silk stroked her flesh as gently as did he removing her clothing. The silk held her in the grip of desire and fire burned in places she understood... |
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