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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:02 pm
 Once upon a time...Welcome to the epic story of the succubus and the satyr! Whats the story? Thats for you to write and us to find out!  ANNNND.... I am happy to announce our winner:
CONGRATULATIONS CAPRICORN SUNCHAI Send names to the mule please smile
Everyone who entered also gets + 10 candies! Great stories everyone!
Entry
Who: Anyone!
Start: Thursday, October 1st
End: Thursday, October 15th
Deadline: All stories in by 8pm PST
Cost: FREE!
Judging will follow, winner announced sometime after closing!
Information
Make up whatever you like about these two in a story or rp like entry. It doesn't matter if you know anything about world of warcraft or succubi or satyrs! We wont be judging on your amazing lore knowledge or grasp of the arcane magics. We are looking for creative stories on how the two met, or fell in love, or carry on their sordid affair/ hapless romance!
Satyrs
Once night elves that were twisted by demon powers. They bring with them corruption and chaos. Generally they work to corrupt the land and serve as minions to the Burning Legion. Are capable of warlock magics.
http://www.wowwiki.com/Satyr
Succubi
Beautiful female demons that bring death and misery to mortals through cunning charm and manipulation. They often are seen as fel servants to talented warlocks. They are masters of enticement and exploiting any weakness.
http://www.wowwiki.com/Succubus
RULES
1. Keep things pg and gaia TOS appropriate!!! Failure can lead to disqualifications!
2. One story per person.
3. No chat in this thread, only story submissions! Take commentary to shop thread or something.
4. PLEASE try to keep the stories short. Its quality not length that we are judging!
5. Feel free to stylize and edit your entries.
6. You can enter with another person if you would like to co-own.
7. Be creative! Have fun!
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 6:13 pm
A full moon...
Thousands of stars....
What else do you need for a love tale to unfold?
Eeyah was bored.Yet ANOTHER male ran off from her."Why?Why is it so scary to see a female with a whip?"she sighed,and once again compared males to chocolate.They don't have any obvious advantage or use,and yet so utterly delicious.She sighed and lay on the cool grass,playing with her whip and looking up on the beautiful full moon.
Hessh was in a wonderful mood.So far he had scared the heck out of 10 winiko's this night.Jubilant with glee,he bounced about,flickering his long tail about him.He stopped suddenly,as he noticed a beautiful purple female laying on her back and slashing the air with what appeared to be a grey whip.Intrigued,he came closer
Eeyah was in a half-doze when a sound startled her awake.Quickly,she stood up,whip flailing dangerously and turned to face the brown male."Who are you,and what do you want?"she hissed.This was not a normal Winiko,but a satyr.She learned to be wary of other magical creatures.
Understanding he was dealing with a succubus,Hessh slowly sat down as a sign of peace,and straitened his tail."I am Heesh,my dear beauty.I was just wondering who would be watching the moon at this time of night."He pulls closer,as he was in a flirty mood from his glee.
Although she understood it was foolish,Eeyah relaxed,let her whip stop moving and closed her eyes,as if oblivious to Heesh's move."I choose this time of night to watch the moon for it is the brightest at this time."She stands up and starts circling the male,flicking her whip.
"What is your name,mystery moon-watcher?Mine is Heesh..."He watches her circling around him.
"My name is Eeyah.Heesh sounds awfully close to a hiss.You hiss a lot?"she giggles.
He shrugs comically."I never learned my manners."he stands and nuzzles her flank.
Eeyah playfully hit him with the whip."Aren't you a-"she leans closer to his ear."Bold,fellow?"she laughs and draws back.
Heesh's eyes flare with greed."Did I mention I never learned modesty,either?"He leans close and strokes her with his long,flexible tail.
"You were in line for naughtiness,weren't you?" she chuckles and runs to the trees."Catch me if you can,my little trickster!"she runs into the forest.
"If that's what you wish,you naughty succubus!"He chases after her,enthralled.Tonight was going to be even better than he expected.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 3:32 pm
~ This is a co-written story. I will be writing for the succubus and sirthink1 will be writing for the satyr. 3nodding Rhyska enjoyed what she did. Luring males.. and the occasional female.. into her deadly embrace was such fun. They all came willingly, never fighting her while she slowly, and oh-so-tenderly, drew out their souls. But, quite frankly, sometimes it was just too easy. Never once had she been faced with a challenge... And it was high-time she had a little sport.Gars was... Drunk. Always drunk. At least, that's what he liked people to believe. The hunt was always a little more difficult if the "prey" thought you were tossed beyond belief. He loved the hunt: getting people to relinquish their carnal lusts was his favorite past time.It was too simple to go into a town or a village and lure someone away. There was always a trace of unhappiness in places like those. Instead, she decided to take a walk through the woodlands; "prey" was harder to find there and, usually, those who lived out in a place that was off the beaten path were satisfied with what they had.
"Yes, it should be challenging enough to just find someone. This should make the hunt interesting.." she purred, pleased with the idea. Idly twirling her whip, she stalked into the undergrowth.Stumbling through the forest, Gars was just wandering and looking for someone to play with. Fortunately for him, and possibly unfortunately for her, he wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him. Damn butterflies are so distracting sometimes. With a loud thud Gars slammed into the strange succubus, causing them to both roll down a hill in a strange view of horns and tails. When they finally settled into one spot, he looked at her and put on his best drunk voice, "Heeeeeyy, where'd you come fromee fluffy sssscary ladeh?"Rhyska hadn't planned to have someone literally fall on her, nor to take a "tumble" quite so soon with said someone. But, it appeared that fate had decided to have some fun with her intentions. Fuming, she looked up at the strange winiko... At first she assumed she'd been blinded by rage but then she rethought that; it must have been the alcohol fumes on his breath.
"Ughh! Get off of me you imbecile!" she shouted, heaving him over and then getting shakily to her feet. She'd gotten dirt and leaves in her fur! Busily dusting away the debris, she surreptitiously eyed her tormentor. Well, at least it was male..."Heeeeeyyy, I'm not an im--imbi--... You're prettee. Ya got ssssomethin' on yer face there, imbisilly ladeh," he slurred drunkenly as he wiped his dirty paw on her face. "I'ma Satyr. An' m'name is Gars." He stopped with the facade for a moment to take a good look at the strange lady. "Haven't I met you before? Marelene? Mabile? Voschnoker?" Shrugging, he stepped around her and slowly wandered off, hoping she would follow...*twitch twitch* 'I'll kill him...' Laughing softly, and maybe just a touch insanely, she followed the drunken satyr..
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 3:03 am
I'd like the Succubi please!
Her ebony hair cascaded over violet shoulders, entwined with sweat. A whole night she had embraced them each pathetic mortal lured to their death with a single glance. Their lust, so rightfully named a sin caused their avoidable demise. What did she care? She fed from their souls, she got what she needed to survive.
It was time to move on. She padded along softly keeping wary of the city Darnassus. She was lucky to even be this close to the Elvish Capitol and her invisibility wouldn't last forever. She made haste past the small town of Dolanaar when something caught her attention. A Satyr, disgusting creatures she thought typical their bodies needed to resemble her own even though he was of the idiotic gender and covered in unsightly hair. She continued to run, unbeknown to her that the invisibility enchantment had timed out. "Augh!" She cried, realizing what had happened. The satyr looked over, he didn't seem surprised at all. "Stay away from me!" she screamed, cracking a whip violently in his direction.
"I wouldn't dream of approaching you Sayaad." He groaned collecting pine cones from the ground. what? she thought, a male who dares resist my attraction?! It was no longer a matter of safety, but of pride. "How dare you!" She sent a crack at him, gripping his wrist. "Don't you DARE ignore me MALE!" Her blue eyes glowed a vibrant azure whilst her teeth bared from between her supple lips.
"Women don't look as pretty when they're angry." He twirled the whip into his hand and pulled her in closer. "And what is your name?" His breath smelt like the dirt and grasses he'd eat, the rotten fruits he'd consume from the earths floor. "Disantia."She hissed, she pulled her whip back, cutting his arm lightly. "Heh. Mines Stevar. Pleased to meet you mistress." Why was he not falling for her allure, how could he resist? This was all new to her.
"You cannot just be a satyr 'Stevar' " The hatred in her tone radiated from her entity. "And why not? Your charm not working? Don't be sensetive missy. I've seen too many succubi to notice their beauty. But I must say, you are a pretty one." He winked once. "We'll milady, it was nice meeting you, but I have errands to attend to." He bowed once then nodded and left the scene, leaving her standing alone. She let go of her whip and fell to the ground. "I want him back.. How he caught me I do not know, but I must have him back." She cried softly, her tears falling onto her now invisible hand.
"I only wish to see him again. Please Elune, Please."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 5:45 am
[[ The satyr's name is Shalla'tor Swiftblade, and the succubus is Raikaiah. <33 ]]
It had started out as only a game.
However, little by little sweet affection and a playful romance turned dark, deceitful. Shalla'tor had always been the black sheep of the family, even as a child. When his siblings and kin played together, he spent his time pouring over books written by the most powerful of the Highborne. Books on dark magics that were often just considered off-limits to his kind.
But with the Well so close...
Anything was possible.
That was how, at the ripe age of four hundred, Shalla'tor sought out his mistress. He had heard only rumors of succubi, whispers of tales too terrible to behold. He was in his prime, how much harm could a single demon do? He himself was attractive; many of Suramar's residents eyed him with a longing or jealous look as he strolled down the streets. Setting out from town, he made his way across the forests padding along leisurely, but with a sense of purpose.
After quite a while he stopped, listened. A soft, gentle purr filled his ears, signaling he had come to the right place. As a succubus stepped from a small side path, she halted with a soft murr of pleasant surprise, eyes roving over him before she dared move closer.
"What brings you all the way out here, sweet thing?" she crooned softly, slinking straight up to him and curling her tail past his cheek, tiny wings flittering in excitement.
"They do exist," he murmured, still watching her, almost in a trance, "Elune's light..."
And day after day he returned to the same place to meet the succubus, knowing it was against everything he had ever been taught but longing so badly just for the gentle touch that she always granted. Often it was followed by pain as she sought to relieve her own tension, finding some sort of pleasure as he cried out in agony. He didn't care, though. He didn't.
She said her name was Raikaiah.
She promised him forever.
By the gods he took her offer.
As he stood at the center of a sickly green, pulsing spell circle, he looked up into her eerie, pale blue eyes. She looked back, smirking the way she always did, and began to speak in a language he didn't recognize.
"Afterwards, you can be mine forever," she crooned into his ear the day before, "But you have to give up everything you've ever known." He had agreed without a second thought. Now, though, as he felt some unnatural force pulling at the very fabric of his soul, he was beginning to second guess his decision.
But it was far too late.
As howls of pain and rage filled the night, a satyr was born from the corrupted soul of a night elf.
Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.
She had promised him forever.
And she was all he had left.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 3:54 pm
Glowing blue eyes pierced the dark night, almost as if they saw through this world and into another. Almost as if they saw through everything, everyone.
Her hair fell like inky-blackness over her shoulders, cupping her face, contrasting the flawless coat of a fine purple. How I longed to be the one nuzzling her close to me. Ahhhh... if only Love was as kind to me as Wealth.
I could watch that tail swish back and forth all day, and only catch sadness when realization hit: she was walking away. She was always walking away.
I gave her flowers, I gave her trinkets, hell, I even serenaded her. Nothing. I offered her everything, and got nothing in return. She just wasn't interested. That is.... until one night.
The moon was high in the sky, full and brilliant, shining down upon the ground below, basking everything in it's white light. Everything, except me. There I sat, in the shadows. Watching.
She looked even more beautiful in the moonlight, if that was possible. Her frame outlined by the light from above. I stared for who knows how long, lost in thought.
Movement. I threw my gaze over to where it had been and saw a predator. My eyes quickly made their way over the scene to the one I loved. She hadn't noticed the predator and it was creeping ever closer to her, slinking low to the ground. This was not acceptable.
I silently leapt down from the shadows and made my way toward the creature below. Once level, I gave myself a second or two to gauge the distance and best form of attack. I pounced and tore into the back of the predator's neck mercilessly as it began to buck underneath me, trying to dislodge my grip. A few seconds passed and it fell to the ground, limp. So I found myself standing on this messy carcass, covered in blood, looking into the bright eyes of the female that I desired so much. She was all I wanted, but if she was not ready to return that feeling, I could wait.
That night, Love smiled down on me in the form of that breath-taking female. She smiled and said, "I could have handled it." I knew she was just saying that, but even with these words, she approached me, even went so far as to nuzzle my cheek with hers. This was definitely heaven.
She drew back to look me in the eye, and then dug into the carcass at my feet, viciously tearing into the meat, showing it no mercy. Even such brutal eats couldn't turn me away from such a beauty. I could only dig in, and hope she would leave with me. Perhaps I had finally impressed her. Only time would tell.
((If I win I'll come up with a name for them. -has no creativity right now-))
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:57 pm
"Yeeeeeeeeeek!" The scream rang out through the satyr's clearing, a violent outcry in the still night. Cres the satyr, exhausted from a hard night's flirting and carousing, immediately panicked. There was something dangerous in his clearing... and males didn't scream like that. "Aw hell," he muttered. "Dangit anyways, I jut wanted to sleep!" Growling low in the back of his throat, he backed up a bit, then charged into the clearing, his impressive rack of horns lowered in a battle display. "Alright, who goes there?" he shouted over the scream, which had... intensified? Confused, Cres raised his head and looked about. There were no monsters in the clearing... just a girl... in his pool... Trotting over to her, he hollered as loud as he could to be heard.
"Excuse me! Lady in the pool! Why are you screaming?"
"Because!" she shouted, with a voice that could shatter glass. "You have gazed upon the sacred form of a bathing virgin! I will not be defiled!"
Oh dear. Tonight was not turning out well. "In the name of the gods! You're covered in fur; why on earth does it matter if I've seen you wet? That's not your pool to hide in! Here, I'll help you out of the pool if you need it." He addressed her as any sane satyr would address a crazy woman: several yards away and ready to turn tail and run. But at least now, she finally stopped screaming.
The prim female, as delicate as she could be while nearly completely submerged in a moon pool, snorted and stared at him through plastered-down bangs. In a voice dripping with contempt, she snarled in response. "And take advantage of my sodden state to gaze upon my immodesty? I think not!" she huffed, a furious glare beaming from he eyes. Cres shook his head in disbelief.
"Look, uh, lady-" he began, but the female cut him off, extending a clawed paw from the water.
"Xerke," she said, "the lady Xerke. You may kiss my paw, if you choose, but be warned, knave! If there is the slightest hint of lust in your affections, I shall smack you! Smack you hard! You shall taste the back of my paw!"
Shaking his head, he knelt to kiss her paw, examining as much of her as he could see from where he was. What was UP with this chick? The purple fur, the silky black hair, the... coiled whip by the edge of the pool... oh great. Eyes wide in shock and alarm, he dashed backwards. "You... you're a succubus!"
Again, the hateful glare burned in her blue eyes. "And what," she hissed, "has that got to do with anything?"
"Well," he said, stammering, "It's just that succubi... well, they're seducers. Not, y'know, paragons of virtue and prudishness and all that." Bad move, Cres. Bad move. The inner feminist awoke in the succubus, and once again, she started shouting.
"Oh, so that's how you see the world. Simply because a girl was born into a species controlled by their own carnal desires and using the lust of men to wrap them around their claws makes her no better than a two-bit whore. Tell me, do you just flat-out tell the females you court that all women are the same to you?"
"N-no! No! It's just... you're, y'know, a succubus. Not an average mortal woman, and..." His words died in his throat as the fire grew in her eyes.
The succubus screeched with rage. "Not a woman! Not a woman! Ooh! I know that you're a devil, and you are tempting me to reveal myself, but if you weren't, I'd get right out of this pool and demonstrate to you just how much of a woman I am!" Her eyes flashed dangerously, her claws extended to their full threatening capabilities, and suddenly, Cres was very, very afraid. "You're lucky I don't remove myself from this pool right now and smite you back to your unholy lands! As it is, I will stay right here in this holy pool and protect myself from you."
A vein throbbed in the satyr's head. Ok, Cres. Time to think. Number one? The woman is absolutely nucking futs. Number two? She thinks I'm somebody's summoned demon. Number three? Speak with my warlock neighbor. I am CONCERNED that this is his fault. Number four? Get this crazy lady OUT of my pool. Desparate, the satyr floundered for words. "So... you... won't be leaving my moon pool." Why. Why him, why now. That gorgeous piece of tail up the valley was just about ready to come home with him and spend a few nights, and he had a purity-preaching succubus living in his moon pool. Dangit, he'd chosen this clearing for that pool! It was gorgeous, its water was absolutely delicious, and, best of all, it made his little glade so much colder than the forest outside. Perfect to encourage all the, well, normal ladies to snuggle just a bit closer.
"Indeed. I shall remain here. Why is this so hard for you to comprehend, demon?" Flicking her hair back, she remained haughty... and mostly submerged.
"And there's nothing I can say or do to make you leave?" he asked, shaking a heavy head. At these words, the female's face dropped, her imperious gaze giving way to sad, soppy eyes, her lower lip quivering dangerously.
"You... you... you'd turn a lady out in the cold?" When the color drained from her violet cheeks, turning them sallow and ashen, Cres began to understand why succubi were said to be so irresistible. How on earth could anything that bedraggled and soaked look so ridiculously cute and pathetic? It would be like kicking a hatchling hawkstrider! All she wanted was just to stay in his pool; what was so wrong with that? ...Wait. Succubus. Manipulative. He was thinking just what she wanted him to think! And dammit, it was working.
"Er... no, no. You... you can stay. I guess. I mean, just don't, like, I dunno. But you can stay. For now." Oh, was he getting one heck of a migraine.
Her frown twisted upwards into a crooked smile. "Good," she said, "then I will stay here until I feel that my modesty is no longer at risk."
Attempting to keep the exasperation out of his voice, the satyr asked a question whose answer brought nothing but dread to his mind. "And... when will that be?" He flattened his ears; he had a bad feeling about this. Grimly, the succubus smiled, raking her claws through her hair.
"Until you have earned my trust, I will preserve my modesty by taking refuge in this pool. I imagine that one day they will call me Saint Lady Xerke of the Waters. I like the sound of that, yes I do." She continued to talk to herself and admire her reflection as Cres, a wry smile on his face, stalked off to the wooden lean-to he'd constructed as a sleeping shelter. Bathtime tomorrow morning would be interesting, to say the least.
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