I WILL ONLY DO A FEMALE ROLE WITH THE PAIRINGS!!!
Sorry if you were looking for a male, but I am currently playing the male role in all of my other role plays and am quite sick of it.
Number of hearts show how much I want to do that one and BLUE is the role I would like to play (so the not-so-obvious ones are clear.) If neither is blue, I can do either one.
Human/Elf heart
Human/Fae
Fae/Fae
Vampire/Vampire
Noble/Pirate heart
Noble/Gypsy heart heart
Witch/Hunter heart heart
Werewolf/Human heart heart
Loki/OC heart
SCP/Agent
Werewolf/Skin-walker heart heart heart
The Cirque du FREAK {Evra Von/OC}
Fablehaven {OC/OC, Kendra/Bracken} heart
The Darkest Powers series {Chloe/Derek}
Vampirates
InuYasha {Inu/ Kag, Ayame/Kouga} heart
Spirited Away {Chihiro/Haku} heart
Supernatural {Sam Winchester/OC} heart
PLOTS:
The Raven and the Dove:
She was pure, like newly fallen snow. She was born that way, and it seemed no matter where she went, people were humbled by this purity. People were nicer around her, more courteous, better human beings for knowing her...but she was sick of it. Sick of everything being perfect, of all the unending praise and attention. but most of all, she was sick of the lack of conflict. No one ever challenged her, no one ever wanted to. This led her to plan and prepare. She acquired dark clothing that stood out against her normal clothes in her wardrobe, dark make up hidden away under her bed, and she'd been searching for somewhere, anywhere, where she could put them to use and escape her everyday life, escape her overbearing parents and adoring friends. Finally she found it, a small, almost hidden night club by the name of Hemlocks. It was seemingly too tiny to be a night club, which led her to believe that it had a basement that held all the action. That was it, at last a place she could go, if only once, to taste a new kind of life, a new rush of excitement as she danced, and for once in her life be somewhat... Dark...
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He was black inside, so much so he bled obsidian. He'd been that way for a long time, from the first time he drank the lifeblood of a human being to sustain himself. From that moment, there was no going back and he knew it. From the very first taste of that warm, deliciously metallic crimson, he trained himself to see humans as a lesser being, like nothing more than fodder, and he sought out the company of his own kind, creatures of the darkness like him, if not purely kin. It was surprisingly easy as he got used to living out of the sun, and soon enough he found common haunts of creatures of his own ilk. One of which, one he seemed to favor, was a small club by the name of Hemlocks, one haven of his kind that had cropped up in the modern city that had cropped up in place of the village he'd once called home. Of course, humans came here too, there was no keeping them out and the owner needed their money to keep their crooked authorities from sniffing around too much. Aside from that, they provided nourishment and entertainment for the clubs true clientele. It was this that led the clubs patrons to not bat an eye when a young human girl in too much black came in alone. At least, not until a few got a good look at her, then a few more, then a few more still. It was unmistakable. While most humans who entered the establishment had darkness within them, this girl was startlingly, blindingly clean. As more and more beings noticed, though they did not draw attention to her, the atmosphere changed to one every single creature knew. It became the atmosphere of a hunt, of stalking prey. However, he saw her differently. He wasn't sure how, or why, but something stirred inside him that had been buried long, long ago: his humanity. And just like that, without warning or reason, he felt the need ti protect this little beacon that had wondered into their midst and suddenly, he was revolted by the idea that they may soil a being of such...Light...
The Dangers of Night Life:
When the sun finally sinks, a part of the city goes to sleep. People close their doors and windows, turn on their lights, and sit together safe inside to wait until the sun rises again the next morning.
However, there is a part of the city that rises with the moon to hunt and howl, to party and let their primitive sides run free, only to crawl back home, or any safe place, at the end of the night to pass out and rest until the next night. It is this part of the city that a daytime-dweller wishes to experience.
a typical "good boy" is tired of living and knowing nothing but that life. Upon overhearing some members of the school's delinquent group talking about a party in the rougher side of town that night, he convinces them to allow him along for the experience. Upon their arrival, the boy is overwhelmed with festivities the likes of which he has never seen! Bright lights, loud music that pounds through his chest, pure magic! But before he can even get used to what he's seen, his little group is pulled away by a strange gang of strangely beautiful people, men and women alike, who likes to keep the party moving. The night seems to last forever, one huge whirlwind of different lights and smells and drinks - until a young woman, one of the gang, takes his arm and pulls him into a dance. Leaning in close, she whispers in his ear:
"This isn't the life for someone like you."
In that instant, he snaps too. She's right, everything is too fast, too loud, too blurred. He allows her to take him home, and passes out as soon as his head hits his pillow. The next day, blissfully a saturday, he wakes to find an alarming news story: One of the girls he'd been partying with has been found dead in the morning sun. What's more, the girl that brought him home has been waiting outside. As it would turn out, those beautiful people have a dark secret that they keep from the humans they party with.
But more importantly, the girl found dead hadn't been the intended target...
Beware the Wolf:
The girl ran on through the trees as silently as she could, panting. She was young, about ten years of age, not even a woman yet. She shivered as the chilled air rushed over her. It was autumn and the nights were quite cold now. She felt as though some of the shivering should be chalked up to fear, but as of now, she felt none. Only grim determination to succeed in what she believed she must do. She was on a rescue mission. She paused and glanced around to get her bearings, clutching a wicker basket that was too large for her. A sudden wind blew the hood from her head and caught at her hair. It, as well as the cloak it was attached to, was a deep scarlet. Made for her by her loving grandmother, the Girl usually only wore it on special occasions, such as to fairs and the like. Tonight she wore it because she knew the bloody color would help her to blend in with the blushing foliage. She jerked the hood up and proceeded to her destination: The Altar in the Woods. Many years ago, before she was born, a member of her village killed a Wolf. He had not been threatened, he had had no reason, only pure malice drove his hand. Salina, the Moon Goddess, had been enraged by this senseless slaughter and demanded a penance be paid to her Children. Every month when the Moon reached its zenith, the night of the Full Moon, one household had to offer up its best animal to the wellbeing of a Wolf. Tonight had been their turn, and the year had been bad for them. In the end, the role of Sacrificial Victim had fallen on their dog, Thatcher. This was inconceivable. The Girl had been allowed to try to raise the runt pup. Her parents and brother had expected it to die, but it grew strong in her care. It was family to her. She bit her lip and hurried on, hoping she wasn't too late. Soon, the frightened whimpers that reached her told her she hadn't. She hurried to the dog, cowering against the post it was tied to, and silenced it before it could bark at her. She removed a small hand hatchet from the basket and hacked at the rope until the dog was freed. It took her a good bit of persuasion to send the terror-stricken animal away, despite its fear. Eventually she had to strike it for it to head off. She watched it going towards home and turned quickly. She upended the basket onto the ground before the altar. Three dead rabbits and two dead chickens tumbled onto the ground. She'd found and killed the rabbits herself earlier in the day. She'd stolen the chickens before heading out that night. Her neighbors wouldn't miss them. As she arranged the carcasses, her mind, now that her mission was complete, seemed to realize that she was supposed to be scared and she clutched the axe to herself protectively. The animals had been plan A, hoping they would appease the Wolf. If they didn't...Well, she'd at least go out fighting. . She stood quickly, brushing her skirts off, and turned to go. What she saw when she looked up however made the breath freeze in her lungs. An enormous beast, standing taller than she, was emerging from the trees. It's fur was jet black and she could see muscles rippling beneath the skin as it stalked towards her, silent as the grave. It gaze never left her. She felt tiny before this Wolf as it's lip raised to expose fangs as long her index finger, the fur on its back raising threateningly. "So they've finally come to sacrificing their own." A voice growled around her. She knew it was from the wolf, despite the fact it's mouth never moved to form the words. She felt her head jerking from side to side and her body moving mechanically to bring the carcasses into view. The Wolf's gaze snapped to them before shooting back to the girl. "What is this?" It asked. She wasn't sure if it was amused, angry, or suspicious. She found the breath come back into her lungs with a gasp. "M-m-m-m-m-m," She began, but had to stop and take another breath. She gulped. "M-my dog was ch-chosen as t-the s-sa-sacrifice t-tonight." She finally managed as the Wolf began to circle her slowly, scenting the air. She squeezed her eyes shut as it came near to her, sure it'd attack her. "You should have left it." It said, it's voice sinister. "I-I c-couldn't" She squeaked. "I r-raised Thatcher from a p-p-puppy." She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt the Wolf's breath on her face. It smelled like pure carnage, blood and meat. "Haven't you ever loved anything?" She asked feebly, finding herself able to utter these words boldly. To the Girl's great surprise, the immense Wolf stepped away from her. She allowed herself to peek. It was standing away from her, glaring at her pensively. "Fine. You have deprived me of my sacrifice tonight." There was definite anger in that voice and The Girl found herself shaking, her eyes shut tightly again. "So I will take you." tears began leaking down her face. She'd still fight when it attacked, but she knew she'd not win. "However, I will not take you tonight." The Wolf said, it's voice calmer. She opened her eyes, surprised. A grin, exposing all teeth, was plastered on the Wolf's face. "I will come for you when you are older and there is more of you. You will not know me when I come," It assured her, the grin widening. "But I. will. come."
Along That Dusty Trail:
As the only female left out of her father and her brothers, being the youngest and therefore the one her mother died giving birth to, Mae Wilson wasn't content with just taking over her mother's place as the woman of the house. That was simply too boring. However, as the role was still hers, there wasn't much else she could do. Until the day her brothers captured a young stallion and found they were unable to break the damned thing. They were just about ready to get rid of it when Mae demanded a chance at the thing. Their father knew she was tough and could handle being thrown, so he decided to finally humor her. To the men's surprise, she broke it after being thrown only twice and, seeing as her brothers had kept their first breaks, claimed it as her own. Since then, Mae's been the one to handle all the stubborn animals, to her brother's dismays. Still though, she's found her life to be too routine in the 19 years of her life. Breaking horses and reigning bulls was something, but otherwise she cooked, she cleaned, she mended what needed it and sold what they didn't need. She was just beginning to believe she'd be trapped in such a lifestyle until word of a stranger made it's way to her while she was out getting the weeks goods. He'd come to the local saloon a bit roughed up with a gunshot to his shoulder, and claimed he'd been having some trouble with a gang of bandits, one that was known to raid the town at their leisure. He'd planned to only stop over at the town, but it seemed his injury was bad enough it'd make riding difficult. Seeing her chance to get out of that podunk little town and on to other places, Mae seized the chance to board this new and interesting man until his wound healed, giving her the chance to work him into letting her tag along when he left...
You Aren't the Only One:
The island of Berk is now inhabited by many dragons of different varieties: Monstrous Nightmares, Gronckles, Deadly Nadders, you name it and you can probably get it in a variety of colors. Except for one, the Night Fury. As far as anyone knows, there's only one in existence. None emerged from the mountain on dragon island, none have been seen since. Common belief therefore, is that Toothless is the only one left. However, all this is about to change. As it turns out, Hiccup isn't the only one to have figured out that dragons aren't mindless killing machines or thieves, but truly intricate beings. A young girl by the name of Brynja Tórfadóttir has discovered this as well. Unlike the inhabitants of Berk however, her home people refuse to see reason and still continue to slaughter the dragons, so Brynja left them and, after hearing from a different island rumors of the dragon riders of Berk, has made her way there. What's more, she has a Night Fury, and not just a Night Fury, a female.
Two Worlds:
Breaking Free: (technically a 2x2, but that can change of course.)
The Girl and the Wolf: (Different from Beware the Wolf)
He:
Is an anthropomorphic. Or at least, he was. In his pack, it was considered disgraceful to be without a mate at his age, but no one seemed to be the one. So what could he do besides go to The Witch? All he wanted was a simple spell to find his mate. What he got was stuck in his wolf form. Further more, his once beautiful coat was now matted and dingy, he was thin and sickly, and he felt as though he were going to drop dead at any moment. The Witch knelt down to him. "When you find the one who will love you even like this," she said "She will be the one you are meant to spend your life with. She must allow you to remain with her for a total of one week, seven days. If she does, this spell will be broken and you will return to normal." She said, and sent him on his way...
She:
Is a simple farm girl. She lives almost completely alone, the exception is her farm hand who lives on the farm with her. A long while back her family was killed in a burglary, and the farming fell to her. She doesn't mind. She raises her sheep and cattle like every other farmer. There is one thing that sets her apart. Where other farmers would shoot a hurt animal they found, she nurses them. It's nothing anymore to see her nursing a raccoon with a hurt paw or feeding a hawk with a broken wing. She didn't know however that her kindness to these animal had a distinctive purpose for her life...
History Shan't be Repeated (Male and female for this, can be a 1x1 or 2x2)
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The story has since become but a folktale in the minds of humans, but for the fae who lost one of their purest that day, it has become a tale of warning. A tale to remind their own to keep away from the humans who would destroy their homes to possess them, even when they do not know the damage they might cause in doing so. This has been told to not only the Hamadryads, not even only the Dryads, but all fair-folk. None may be in contact with humans, ever. However, one likes to push that boundary.
A young female, adventurous by nature, is fascinated by humans. Their fears, their joys, everything. She often sneaks into their villages just to observe them. Normally this would lead to said female being bound to her home, unable to leave the forest, but it would be a disgrace to have a bound princess. Instead she has been given a guard who has been ordered to keep her from humans as much as he possibly could. However, how can he do so when not only has the Princesses heart been captured by one of these creatures...but his own as well?
Human/Fae
Fae/Fae
Vampire/Vampire
Noble/Pirate heart
Noble/Gypsy heart heart
Witch/Hunter heart heart
Werewolf/Human heart heart
Loki/OC heart
SCP/Agent
Werewolf/Skin-walker heart heart heart
The Cirque du FREAK {Evra Von/OC}
Fablehaven {OC/OC, Kendra/Bracken} heart
The Darkest Powers series {Chloe/Derek}
Vampirates
InuYasha {Inu/ Kag, Ayame/Kouga} heart
Spirited Away {Chihiro/Haku} heart
Supernatural {Sam Winchester/OC} heart
PLOTS:
The Raven and the Dove:
She was pure, like newly fallen snow. She was born that way, and it seemed no matter where she went, people were humbled by this purity. People were nicer around her, more courteous, better human beings for knowing her...but she was sick of it. Sick of everything being perfect, of all the unending praise and attention. but most of all, she was sick of the lack of conflict. No one ever challenged her, no one ever wanted to. This led her to plan and prepare. She acquired dark clothing that stood out against her normal clothes in her wardrobe, dark make up hidden away under her bed, and she'd been searching for somewhere, anywhere, where she could put them to use and escape her everyday life, escape her overbearing parents and adoring friends. Finally she found it, a small, almost hidden night club by the name of Hemlocks. It was seemingly too tiny to be a night club, which led her to believe that it had a basement that held all the action. That was it, at last a place she could go, if only once, to taste a new kind of life, a new rush of excitement as she danced, and for once in her life be somewhat... Dark...
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He was black inside, so much so he bled obsidian. He'd been that way for a long time, from the first time he drank the lifeblood of a human being to sustain himself. From that moment, there was no going back and he knew it. From the very first taste of that warm, deliciously metallic crimson, he trained himself to see humans as a lesser being, like nothing more than fodder, and he sought out the company of his own kind, creatures of the darkness like him, if not purely kin. It was surprisingly easy as he got used to living out of the sun, and soon enough he found common haunts of creatures of his own ilk. One of which, one he seemed to favor, was a small club by the name of Hemlocks, one haven of his kind that had cropped up in the modern city that had cropped up in place of the village he'd once called home. Of course, humans came here too, there was no keeping them out and the owner needed their money to keep their crooked authorities from sniffing around too much. Aside from that, they provided nourishment and entertainment for the clubs true clientele. It was this that led the clubs patrons to not bat an eye when a young human girl in too much black came in alone. At least, not until a few got a good look at her, then a few more, then a few more still. It was unmistakable. While most humans who entered the establishment had darkness within them, this girl was startlingly, blindingly clean. As more and more beings noticed, though they did not draw attention to her, the atmosphere changed to one every single creature knew. It became the atmosphere of a hunt, of stalking prey. However, he saw her differently. He wasn't sure how, or why, but something stirred inside him that had been buried long, long ago: his humanity. And just like that, without warning or reason, he felt the need ti protect this little beacon that had wondered into their midst and suddenly, he was revolted by the idea that they may soil a being of such...Light...
The Dangers of Night Life:
When the sun finally sinks, a part of the city goes to sleep. People close their doors and windows, turn on their lights, and sit together safe inside to wait until the sun rises again the next morning.
However, there is a part of the city that rises with the moon to hunt and howl, to party and let their primitive sides run free, only to crawl back home, or any safe place, at the end of the night to pass out and rest until the next night. It is this part of the city that a daytime-dweller wishes to experience.
a typical "good boy" is tired of living and knowing nothing but that life. Upon overhearing some members of the school's delinquent group talking about a party in the rougher side of town that night, he convinces them to allow him along for the experience. Upon their arrival, the boy is overwhelmed with festivities the likes of which he has never seen! Bright lights, loud music that pounds through his chest, pure magic! But before he can even get used to what he's seen, his little group is pulled away by a strange gang of strangely beautiful people, men and women alike, who likes to keep the party moving. The night seems to last forever, one huge whirlwind of different lights and smells and drinks - until a young woman, one of the gang, takes his arm and pulls him into a dance. Leaning in close, she whispers in his ear:
"This isn't the life for someone like you."
In that instant, he snaps too. She's right, everything is too fast, too loud, too blurred. He allows her to take him home, and passes out as soon as his head hits his pillow. The next day, blissfully a saturday, he wakes to find an alarming news story: One of the girls he'd been partying with has been found dead in the morning sun. What's more, the girl that brought him home has been waiting outside. As it would turn out, those beautiful people have a dark secret that they keep from the humans they party with.
But more importantly, the girl found dead hadn't been the intended target...
Beware the Wolf:
The girl ran on through the trees as silently as she could, panting. She was young, about ten years of age, not even a woman yet. She shivered as the chilled air rushed over her. It was autumn and the nights were quite cold now. She felt as though some of the shivering should be chalked up to fear, but as of now, she felt none. Only grim determination to succeed in what she believed she must do. She was on a rescue mission. She paused and glanced around to get her bearings, clutching a wicker basket that was too large for her. A sudden wind blew the hood from her head and caught at her hair. It, as well as the cloak it was attached to, was a deep scarlet. Made for her by her loving grandmother, the Girl usually only wore it on special occasions, such as to fairs and the like. Tonight she wore it because she knew the bloody color would help her to blend in with the blushing foliage. She jerked the hood up and proceeded to her destination: The Altar in the Woods. Many years ago, before she was born, a member of her village killed a Wolf. He had not been threatened, he had had no reason, only pure malice drove his hand. Salina, the Moon Goddess, had been enraged by this senseless slaughter and demanded a penance be paid to her Children. Every month when the Moon reached its zenith, the night of the Full Moon, one household had to offer up its best animal to the wellbeing of a Wolf. Tonight had been their turn, and the year had been bad for them. In the end, the role of Sacrificial Victim had fallen on their dog, Thatcher. This was inconceivable. The Girl had been allowed to try to raise the runt pup. Her parents and brother had expected it to die, but it grew strong in her care. It was family to her. She bit her lip and hurried on, hoping she wasn't too late. Soon, the frightened whimpers that reached her told her she hadn't. She hurried to the dog, cowering against the post it was tied to, and silenced it before it could bark at her. She removed a small hand hatchet from the basket and hacked at the rope until the dog was freed. It took her a good bit of persuasion to send the terror-stricken animal away, despite its fear. Eventually she had to strike it for it to head off. She watched it going towards home and turned quickly. She upended the basket onto the ground before the altar. Three dead rabbits and two dead chickens tumbled onto the ground. She'd found and killed the rabbits herself earlier in the day. She'd stolen the chickens before heading out that night. Her neighbors wouldn't miss them. As she arranged the carcasses, her mind, now that her mission was complete, seemed to realize that she was supposed to be scared and she clutched the axe to herself protectively. The animals had been plan A, hoping they would appease the Wolf. If they didn't...Well, she'd at least go out fighting. . She stood quickly, brushing her skirts off, and turned to go. What she saw when she looked up however made the breath freeze in her lungs. An enormous beast, standing taller than she, was emerging from the trees. It's fur was jet black and she could see muscles rippling beneath the skin as it stalked towards her, silent as the grave. It gaze never left her. She felt tiny before this Wolf as it's lip raised to expose fangs as long her index finger, the fur on its back raising threateningly. "So they've finally come to sacrificing their own." A voice growled around her. She knew it was from the wolf, despite the fact it's mouth never moved to form the words. She felt her head jerking from side to side and her body moving mechanically to bring the carcasses into view. The Wolf's gaze snapped to them before shooting back to the girl. "What is this?" It asked. She wasn't sure if it was amused, angry, or suspicious. She found the breath come back into her lungs with a gasp. "M-m-m-m-m-m," She began, but had to stop and take another breath. She gulped. "M-my dog was ch-chosen as t-the s-sa-sacrifice t-tonight." She finally managed as the Wolf began to circle her slowly, scenting the air. She squeezed her eyes shut as it came near to her, sure it'd attack her. "You should have left it." It said, it's voice sinister. "I-I c-couldn't" She squeaked. "I r-raised Thatcher from a p-p-puppy." She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt the Wolf's breath on her face. It smelled like pure carnage, blood and meat. "Haven't you ever loved anything?" She asked feebly, finding herself able to utter these words boldly. To the Girl's great surprise, the immense Wolf stepped away from her. She allowed herself to peek. It was standing away from her, glaring at her pensively. "Fine. You have deprived me of my sacrifice tonight." There was definite anger in that voice and The Girl found herself shaking, her eyes shut tightly again. "So I will take you." tears began leaking down her face. She'd still fight when it attacked, but she knew she'd not win. "However, I will not take you tonight." The Wolf said, it's voice calmer. She opened her eyes, surprised. A grin, exposing all teeth, was plastered on the Wolf's face. "I will come for you when you are older and there is more of you. You will not know me when I come," It assured her, the grin widening. "But I. will. come."
Along That Dusty Trail:
As the only female left out of her father and her brothers, being the youngest and therefore the one her mother died giving birth to, Mae Wilson wasn't content with just taking over her mother's place as the woman of the house. That was simply too boring. However, as the role was still hers, there wasn't much else she could do. Until the day her brothers captured a young stallion and found they were unable to break the damned thing. They were just about ready to get rid of it when Mae demanded a chance at the thing. Their father knew she was tough and could handle being thrown, so he decided to finally humor her. To the men's surprise, she broke it after being thrown only twice and, seeing as her brothers had kept their first breaks, claimed it as her own. Since then, Mae's been the one to handle all the stubborn animals, to her brother's dismays. Still though, she's found her life to be too routine in the 19 years of her life. Breaking horses and reigning bulls was something, but otherwise she cooked, she cleaned, she mended what needed it and sold what they didn't need. She was just beginning to believe she'd be trapped in such a lifestyle until word of a stranger made it's way to her while she was out getting the weeks goods. He'd come to the local saloon a bit roughed up with a gunshot to his shoulder, and claimed he'd been having some trouble with a gang of bandits, one that was known to raid the town at their leisure. He'd planned to only stop over at the town, but it seemed his injury was bad enough it'd make riding difficult. Seeing her chance to get out of that podunk little town and on to other places, Mae seized the chance to board this new and interesting man until his wound healed, giving her the chance to work him into letting her tag along when he left...
You Aren't the Only One:
The island of Berk is now inhabited by many dragons of different varieties: Monstrous Nightmares, Gronckles, Deadly Nadders, you name it and you can probably get it in a variety of colors. Except for one, the Night Fury. As far as anyone knows, there's only one in existence. None emerged from the mountain on dragon island, none have been seen since. Common belief therefore, is that Toothless is the only one left. However, all this is about to change. As it turns out, Hiccup isn't the only one to have figured out that dragons aren't mindless killing machines or thieves, but truly intricate beings. A young girl by the name of Brynja Tórfadóttir has discovered this as well. Unlike the inhabitants of Berk however, her home people refuse to see reason and still continue to slaughter the dragons, so Brynja left them and, after hearing from a different island rumors of the dragon riders of Berk, has made her way there. What's more, she has a Night Fury, and not just a Night Fury, a female.
Two Worlds:
For hundreds of years,Dragons have been myths,legends,fairytales. But,how did they come to be in sculptures and paintings,so detailed? Could it be Dragons were,and are...Real?
In the mountains,a clan survives. The mountains are thought to be an evil place,full of demons and curses. These tales are the reasons the humans have stayed away from the Dragons safe haven. But what if a human were brave enough to venture into those mountains? Would the Dragons safe haven remain safe?
One young girl, adventurous and brave, wishes to find out what is in those mountains as much as one young dragon wishes to find out why in the world the elders see these humans as such threats when, in his true form, he could step on one like an ant? What's to do then if these two ambitious youths should meet?
In the mountains,a clan survives. The mountains are thought to be an evil place,full of demons and curses. These tales are the reasons the humans have stayed away from the Dragons safe haven. But what if a human were brave enough to venture into those mountains? Would the Dragons safe haven remain safe?
One young girl, adventurous and brave, wishes to find out what is in those mountains as much as one young dragon wishes to find out why in the world the elders see these humans as such threats when, in his true form, he could step on one like an ant? What's to do then if these two ambitious youths should meet?
Breaking Free: (technically a 2x2, but that can change of course.)
As long as there have been four directions, there have been four Kingdoms. The Kingdom of the Changelings, The Kingdom of the Demons, The Kingdom of the Fae, and The Kingdom of the Vampires. As long as there have been four kingdoms, there have been two rivalries. The Changelings in the East and the Demons in the West, The Fae in the South and the Vampires in the North. All castles form a square in the center, within a days riding distance of each other. How surprising that there has always been war. The castles are now separated by large walls, reinforced with magic to keep the other races out unless invited. If one set of rivalries isn't fighting, the other is. How funny then, that the children of the fighting Monarchs disagree with it? That they would wish it would all stop? That they would, somehow, fall in love?
Would their parents care? Would they end the fueds? If not, would the children find help? Or would it only egg the fighting on? How would their love change the war ripping the country apart?
Would their parents care? Would they end the fueds? If not, would the children find help? Or would it only egg the fighting on? How would their love change the war ripping the country apart?
The Girl and the Wolf: (Different from Beware the Wolf)
He:
Is an anthropomorphic. Or at least, he was. In his pack, it was considered disgraceful to be without a mate at his age, but no one seemed to be the one. So what could he do besides go to The Witch? All he wanted was a simple spell to find his mate. What he got was stuck in his wolf form. Further more, his once beautiful coat was now matted and dingy, he was thin and sickly, and he felt as though he were going to drop dead at any moment. The Witch knelt down to him. "When you find the one who will love you even like this," she said "She will be the one you are meant to spend your life with. She must allow you to remain with her for a total of one week, seven days. If she does, this spell will be broken and you will return to normal." She said, and sent him on his way...
She:
Is a simple farm girl. She lives almost completely alone, the exception is her farm hand who lives on the farm with her. A long while back her family was killed in a burglary, and the farming fell to her. She doesn't mind. She raises her sheep and cattle like every other farmer. There is one thing that sets her apart. Where other farmers would shoot a hurt animal they found, she nurses them. It's nothing anymore to see her nursing a raccoon with a hurt paw or feeding a hawk with a broken wing. She didn't know however that her kindness to these animal had a distinctive purpose for her life...
History Shan't be Repeated (Male and female for this, can be a 1x1 or 2x2)
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The story has since become but a folktale in the minds of humans, but for the fae who lost one of their purest that day, it has become a tale of warning. A tale to remind their own to keep away from the humans who would destroy their homes to possess them, even when they do not know the damage they might cause in doing so. This has been told to not only the Hamadryads, not even only the Dryads, but all fair-folk. None may be in contact with humans, ever. However, one likes to push that boundary.
A young female, adventurous by nature, is fascinated by humans. Their fears, their joys, everything. She often sneaks into their villages just to observe them. Normally this would lead to said female being bound to her home, unable to leave the forest, but it would be a disgrace to have a bound princess. Instead she has been given a guard who has been ordered to keep her from humans as much as he possibly could. However, how can he do so when not only has the Princesses heart been captured by one of these creatures...but his own as well?
Quote the next post if you're interested! Some of these were written quite some time ago, years even. Please forgive them if they seem rough around the edges. More to come once I track them down.
