Nephilim heart heart heart heart
Plot: Rosalind Gray was orphaned at a very young age not knowing what she really is. Her race is nephilim which is a rarity. Her mother was human and her father was a fallen angel. A nephilim is practically a vassal for a fallen angel once every 2 years for a week and for that reason the fallen angel they decend from hunts them down in order to bind them to a promise of being the vassal so that they can feel human and interact as a human for a short period of time. However Rosalind not knowing this has caused another nephilim to look for her as well as a favor from her now deceased mother. If she can stay hidden she can't be bound to a fallen angels will. The nephilim who finds her teaches her the way of their race also letting her know both nephilim and fallen angels are immortal.
Starter:Rosalind couldn't breathe. She was engulfed in darkness fighting to get out. "They're coming …" a voice whispered but she couldn't ask who. She fell to her knees still unable to breathe crawling trying to get out, and just when she thought she was going to pass out she could see a door and a shadow. She crawled faster and just as she got out of the darkness her alarm went off causing her to jolt upright waking her out of her nightmare. Her tank top was dampened with a cold sweat. She opened her eyes slowly letting them adjust to the sunlight as she brushed her long black locks out of her face.
Today was her eighteenth birthday and she had hoped that the same nightmare that had been haunting her for weeks would go away but no such luck. She got out of bed still groggy feeling like she hadn't slept at all as she walked to her dresser pulling out a black tank top and a pair of skinny jeans before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower before going down stairs.
By the time she out and dressed it was 7:17. She yawned walking down stairs joining her family at the table. Her adoptive parents smiled and wished her a happy birthday her dad singing off key which made her smile before they started eating breakfast together. She had this unsettling feeling she was being watched though. Quickly glancing out the window as she took a bite of her bacon. She could of sworn she saw something move in the field as she blinked but if it had in that brief second she missed it. She got up putting her plate in the sink kissing her parents bye before slipping her jean jacket on and grabbing her stuff to head out the door for school.
A World Between Worlds
Plot:Every hundred years angels and demons get what humans would refer to as a vacation. The draw back? They are stuck together in a world between worlds. This goes on for a year before they are switched out and another group put in. Within this time both races get to know the other on a personal level though they still separate for the most part however sometimes you get rebels who make it their mission to bring the others to their level. The current rebel is none other than the demoness Viveka whose father is none other than Lucifer himself. She makes it her sole mission to taint one angel or at least drive them slightly crazy. However this year it's no secret that one angel is definitely the most devoted to his cause. Will she drive him toward her or will they permit a challenge for each other and become two halves that make a whole?
Starter:"Don't over throw the balance just because you know you can."
It seemed that's all Viveka ever heard from dear old dad. You'd figure Satan to be a rule breaker but even in his kingdom he had rules from balance to torture. Rules that should have applied to her, but as a young demoness she decided to ignore. Her point had remained the same each year a point she was always quick to prove. "Even the mighty fall at some point." and well sometimes they needed an extra push.
She was here now though the world between worlds. Her skin was an ashy white color and as cold as her heart without the flames of hell to warm it. Her eyes to no surprise were red but most demons tended to be. What set her apart was not only her beauty but the two horns that protruded from her head beneath her long black hair this showed her bloodline showed who she was hells royalty.
"Another year to play Viv?" asked one of the demons knowing just how she was.
"I think the other team would be horribly disappointed if I gave up for one year." she smirked as she walked toward her rather large home away from home. This year was a lot different on a challenge level. she had been hearing through the grape vine that there was indeed one of more higher ranked angels here as well and this had captured her attention more so than the rest. She had the day to pin point his location however no need to rush it now for the moment she decided she would unpack.
A Demon's Revenge-- heart heart heart heart
Plot: Vixen was turned into a demon six years earlier by a demon lord ((Your character.)) she believed to be a man. Within that time she had fallen in love with him due to his relationship act. Though it is odd by demon standards to have a victim for so long such as four years it managed to happen and ended shortly after without an explanation or any guidance for the poor eighteen year old girl at the time.
Vixen has slashed through demons to find his location after learning about the ways of demons through Danny who has told her that the lords time frame for keeping her around was questionable which explained why she could not so easily forget him upon her turning. With this she seeks answers but most of all she seeks revenge for him turning her into this or at least that's what she tells herself the fact of the matter is she never forgave him for leaving out of the blue.
Danny never understood Vixens motive for this quest after all they were all monsters in his eyes.
"Don't you think you're going a little too far Vix?"
"No I don't Danny.."
What was with her wanting to hunt down and kill their own kind? It was like she had some bitterness to what she had became. She never had a choice, sure but none of them really did. It was a offer you could never really refuse so drugged on the existence of the demon currently in your presence you would do anything be anything for them to stay and once they had you in their grip once you made the choice...well, they left you were no longer a puppet but the same.
The thing that had made it so hard for Vixen to deal with the thing Danny had never understood was it wasn't over in days for her it lasted 4 years and within that time she believed herself to be in love no knowing what he was till the day she turned. It hardly seemed possible that it lasted that long but it had. When demons came into your life you were always a toy to them but only two things could happen when they finished they killed you or made you a lesser demon type but you never really knew what type you would be usually either, for Vixen her name went with her form she was a fox demon.
"So your going to try to find him and torture him Vix?..I mean you are no longer a lesser demon but you still can't do it alone he is a demon lord."
"I don't care Danny I made my choice with each demon I've killed to find him and I'm not giving up now he should of known better and I am going to show him that."
"He will know your coming though.."
"So what if he knows it won't stop me.." Vixen said as she stroked Danny's face affectionately before turning away. She had to admit she would miss him the only demon friend she had made but revenge was bittersweet and she had no time to wait. She walked forward a bit turning back and smiling before shifting into demon form and dashing away with in less than a second. The town of Brook Haven would be a days journey from this point it was slightly humorous to her that he should return to her home town and what made it so much more ironic was it was the same mansion where she came to be this thing though she figured he had picked the location for the memories when he had heard.
Hunted/Bounty Hunter heart
Naomi drew in a short breath as she ran, casting a quick glance behind herself , looking to see if she were being followed. She couldn't believe she'd almost been caught, and managed to escape. Here's what led up to this. Naomi was supposed to have been in court the day the trial was scheduled, apparently, dinging a car slightly,was worthy of going to court in her case. She skipped out not feeling she really belonged in court for something as simple as that and now, her ex boyfriend was hunting her down, seems he'd taken up bounty hunting. Naomi later found out that there was a warrant out for her arrest. $2000 seemed like quite the prize and she was rather sure it had something to do with their past relationship.
Naomi didn't exactly think when she did things and got herself into all sort of messes. As far as he ex went he dumped her they were 17. She would blame what she did on being young and stupid and being slightly intoxicated but the truth was she was mad. She was pretty sure she had caught him cheating and the next night "Tapped" him with her car. Her excuse was it was raining and she couldn't see. Most people bought it however, she was pretty sure his family and him never did and that led to him hating her which was fine because she hated him.
Now she was stuck trying to hide. Some of her friends had warned her she had a bounty and one even warned her about him and she was quick to grab some stuff and try to get out of dodge being if she didn't more than likely she would be facing some long jail time. So that's how she ended up here in down town New York where she use to spend her summers as a girl running from the guy she was convinced broke her heart.
Angel Student/Demon Student ((Not really wanting to do this at the moment))
Plot--
At Demon High, kids of different species come together to expand their mind as well as learn a thing or two of one another and of themselves. For Mina Heartkit, an angel, was among the top ranking students. With perfect grades, being President of the Student Council, as well skilled in practically every sport, Mina was seen as a perfect example....unless people knew of her secret. See Mina had a dark secret. She liked to web cam a lot. Living alone, Mina was a whole different girl in her home. When the windows were covered and the doors were locked, Mina would slip into a costume, put on a cute mask and would go alone to different chat rooms and either strip tease dance as well as masturbate for other demons or non-humans to see. One night, as she flaunted her delicious breasts, an anonymous person came onto her window. Unable to see them, Mina simply continued to touch herself and dance, being erotic. If she only knew that the person watching her was someone who went to her school. Thinking no one would ever notice her, Mina thought herself safe, that is, if it weren't for the specific birthmark on her tummy. The next day, _(Name)_, a Hell spawn demon came to her early morning and revealing to her that he had been watching her last night. At first she didn't believe...until he pointed out the little mark on her skin. Growing scared, Mina begs him not to say anything and that she would do anything. With an evil smirk, _(Name)_ will see how much of this anything Mina would do for him.
I have a starter and if you choose to do this one or want to know more about it I will send it but I am not posting it however because it is very naughty sweatdrop
The Model x The Obsessed
Plot--Vixen Carmichael was a top model, was only twenty two years old, seen and loved by many which was rather surprising. She wasn't like most models, self centered on herself or selfish. She gave to charity, supported PETA, ate only organic meats, yup, everything about Vixen was totally the opposite of what most models were. She loved to take pictures, pose for many magazines and sell whatever she promoted. She had many fans who loved her and one particular fan happens to be her personal photographers.
_(Name)_ was a skilled photographer, graduating from an Art University and working his way up in the photography world. He kept to himself, seen as a creeper since all he ever did was go to work, take pictures of Vixen for whatever shot and go home...with copies of Vixen's photo shoot. He fantasized her, imagined them being together. He envisioned taking personal pictures of her in his basement where he would change the setting every time and he even imagined video taping while they made love.
One late afternoon, _(Name)_ decided now was the time to take Vixen and show her how much he loved her. After her shoot, he drugged her water and hand it to her, waited and kidnapped her, making sure no one saw them and even lied,saying she went home with someone. Bringing her back to his two floor home outside of the city, he sets her down on a cot made of flowers, where she is still clad in the outfit she was in. With the cameras set, it was time for Vixen to see how much _(Name)_ truly loved her.
((Creepy stalker type of RP, where the guy is overly infatuated of Vixen, to the point where he threatens to hurt her out of love.))
Starter--Vixen moaned, her head throbbing as she lolled her head from side to side. What happened, she could barely remember. All she knew was that she was downtown at a photo shoot for a new men's magazine spread and after that...she felt sleepy and dozed off. Her head was throbbing and as she blinked her eyes, seeing bright, white lights flash down at her, the head ache pounded even more. Groaning, she moved to her side and breathed in, smelling.....roses. Opening her eyes carefully, she saw she was surrounded in rose petals of red, pink, white and yellow. Where was she?She wasn't back at the studio. Slowly, she tried to sit up, but found her arms uncomplient. Wiggling, her arms were tied behind her back, the rope burning her skin each time she moved."W-What...the..."She looked around, wiggling from side to side, taking in her surroundings. The room itself was dark, except for the lights beaming down on her. Fake rose bushes were to her left and right and paper trees, painted in brown, which were well done, were right behind her with a few real branches full of leaves sticking out.
Who could have taken her and how long had she been out. Groaning, she tried to wiggle her wrists from the bindings but was no use. Looking down at herself, seeing she was still in that gentle summer dress she took photo's in, she saw no injuries on her person."H-Hello...??"She called out, hoping yet fearing some was there. What did they want with her? Did they plan to hold her for ransom? If so, then surely her father would pay anything to get her back to safety..
Thinking she should find some way to escape, both from her binding and this place, Vixen tossed from side to side, the hem of her dress rising up a bit, revealing little by little her thighs. She twisted her wrists this way and that, the rope eating at her skin and bruising it."Come on...Snap dammit."She whispered at the rope, wanting it to comply and break way.
The Maid x Master
Plot--Vixen was a business and Entrepreneur graduate with a goal in her life. To make money of course. Now did she had a well paying job in which she worked with celebrities and lived the high life.....no...she didn't. She could barely afford rent, let alone pay her school loans, so what could she do, well be a house maid of course. Looking at the local adds, she saw one in which a wealthy young bachelor was looking for a house servant, though it seemed that the add cut a section off for the man only asked for men. When Vixen arrived she was about to be waved away, but she pleaded her case, begging so loud that the owner gave her the position in order to shut her up. She was to live there and work, doing everything that mostly twenty to thirty people had to do. Now as she spent her first weeks, it wasn't bad, but she grew weary. Where was the owner? and why were there only males working here.
__--(Name)--__ wasn't a cold hearted person for well....his heart didn’t beat. He was dead, though still walked, ate food, though he had no need for it and he slept in the day though he could choose to sleep whenever he wanted. He was a vampire, ancient that he was, he didn't much act like it though. In this case he could go out into his garden in the day, and enjoyed human life except for the one thing. He needed blood. He refused to drink from humans, thinking it vulgar, so he hand an endless blood bag supply. Now in his home, he only hired men to work for him, reason being.....woman made him...well....not himself. He would act weird, as if he had never seen a woman before, not only that, but woman gave him that sudden urge to bite at them and draw at there succulent blood. Thinking that after centuries he over came such a thing, and letting one female human in to his home to work wasn't going to be bad......little did he know........
Starter--Vixen wasn't sure what kind of uniform she was supposed to get, but the Head chef on the manor just told her, "Something with an apron." The b*****d wasn't useful, so she went out to the mall and came back with three maid's outfits.....which cost her a pretty damn penny. They were low cut in the front, showing a bit of cleavage and stopped just above her knees. She even bought some stockings, black and white and no other. Shoe's to go with it and she was good to go. Now she couldn't get why the owner only hired men. Was he gay? If so, then why would he have a problem with a woman. She didn't think much about it and asked the Head chef what she had to do. He began giving her instruction, saying the bathroom needed cleaning, laundry, some bedrooms, the home theater room, the living room. Days had gone by and she managed to do a few things, but not a lot. She was the only one that tended to the house cleaning, while another tended to just go back and forth, serving the owner...who..never came out..of his room...for some odd reason.
She almost fainted from all the things he told her. After days of doing this and that, she finally settled with the laundry, make it easier, then would head out to clean the bathrooms...all...ten..of them. With a groan she set off the gather all the dirty laundry, from the servants of the house, to the owners. She made sure no one's was mixed. Having set those in the washing machines, and to her luck, there were five of them, she set them to wash, while she gathered her things to clean the bathroom.
After maybe three...four days...she wondered why the owner never showed himself. His cars were all here and he never left. She had asked the Chef and just said to mind her own business and keep working. Vixen just shrugged and went off to clean one of the first set of bathrooms in the upper floor. The tiles were a bit filthy as if it had been some time before anyone cleaned."Alright. No one has been using it, but still, the tiles are all nasty and so are the walls. What kind of owner lets such nice bathrooms get filthy."She said and filled her bucket, threw in some cleaning chemicals and began to scrub the floor, having removed her shoes and stockings for the job, since she doubted a mop would have helped in cleaning the floors properly."Lazy owner. Won't even hire....more people...to clean his home.One gardener, one chef, one man servant and one damn maid, how charming. He even has someone to take care of his pets...which is a freaking jungle."She said, unable to believe the man had so many exotic animals in his back yard.
The Cursed Valkerie x The Immortal King----
Plot--
Vex, a Valkyrie, was a skilled archer, never missing her target, no matter what condition she was faced. She was blessed, yet it was a curse .When born, Vex was blessed with the skill to never miss her target. However far or close, shaky her terrain or even if she were blind, but the cursed part of this skill was that if she were to miss, then her body would be struck with unimaginable pain, rendering motionless and vulnerable. She used her skill as a means of getting paid. Ridding the forest or village of demons that were of threat. One day she was approached by a few elfin beings, begging her to rid the creature that lurks in the forest.
She agrees and sets off, though collects her payment before doing so. Apparently the creature was none other then the Vampire Demon King. An immortal being who was able to walk in the sun thanks to his demon blood and could choose to drink blood or not, due to his vampire blood. They say he plagues the forest, killing anything the enters, thus frightening the inhabitants in the near by villages. When she meets him, he is standing near a lake, gazing at his reflection thanks to the moons light. Without warning, she aims her bow and fires but he moved with speed. She missed, thus falling to the ground in pain only to fall unconscious. The King approaches, menace in his eyes, but when he sees what had attacked, his heart beat quickens. This...this was his Bride. The one he'd been waiting for so many centuries. Taking her, he sets out back to his hidden castle, cloaked thanks to magic, where he would be off seducing his Bride, that is, if he can.
Starter--Vex had agreed to roam the Midsteill Forest in order to rid it of some demon that looms about, causing chaos and death. The elfin people that lived within the forest had come in search of her aide. They described the demon as being fierce and malicious, attacking without question and killing innocent, such as drinking their blood or simply hacking them to pieces. Not very loving from what she had heard, she agreed, though the price was high, but the few willingly payed. Preparing her bow and magical quiver, which never ran out of arrows, she set off to Midsteill Forest, looking for the demon in question.
She would not ask it questions or give it a chance to strike. Vex was quick with her bow, never missing a target. One or twice she did, but that was only because her dear cousins would purposely move her hand just as she released. Eyes focused, she looked up for a moment, gazing at the moon that loomed above. Such a lovely night.
Five hundred years and Vex had yet to find someone that would make refuge in her heart, then again, Valkyrie were free spirited beings, almost always fighting and never had the chance for love. With a sigh, she continued on, shaking such thoughts from her mind. Love. Bah. Who needed it right? She was content just getting payed for killing those that did not deserve to live.
Brushing through a few thickly close trees, she came across Midsteill Lake that lay in the center of its forest. The water waved gently as the moon reflected back onto it. As she peered around, she spotted a shadow near the edge. It was a male. Broad shoulders, hair black as a ravens feathers. He was tall as well and when he turned a bit, his face was menacing. She felt it in her bones who it was. The Vampire Demon King. It was said he had died long ago, other tales say he has been sleeping for nearly centuries passing. He was the one causing mayhem in this lovely forest. Vex could only scowl. Preparing her bow, pulling on the string, she took aim. Such a creature as him should not be alive, for his kind were known as the most violent of creatures. Without a warning, she released the strong, arrow flying, aiming for him until it.....didn't hit him. He had disappeared. She looked around, only to find him a few ways away from where he stood. She missed. Dear Freya, she missed. She gritted her teeth, falling to the ground as she cried out, pain hitting her body hard. Lighting slashed the sky as wave after wave of pain went through her body. She cried, unable to move. The pain was unbearable and Vex fainted. She twitched though, her body convulsing. How she missed was beyond her, but thanks to him, she lay unconscious, not know what would become of her body now.
Amazon PrincessxVampire----
Plot--Every year, mating season arrives for the Kitlek Tribe. The Tribe mostly consisted of strong, muscled female warriors, all who fought for their Queen. Every year, a few males are chosen, between five-ten and the woman fight amongst each other in order to claim that male and ******** them till they are of no use. They become slaves these men, pleasing the warriors, cleaning, cooking, doing their bidding, till they are no longer of use and are either released or killed. One particular male, a vampire, was captured, a bad idea if you will. Strong as he was, he fought against his captors, but was no match. He was tied up and bound, neglected of blood and food, until the day in which mating season started. One particular female wanted him. She wanted to dominate him, over power him, keep him as a pet, whether he was of use or not. This warrior was the princess of the tribe and whatever she wanted, she got, even if it meant killing her sister's in order to get it. Will the vampire be willing, or we he fight back, who knows. This would be a battle between doms.
Starter- Vixen looked at herself in her half broken, mirrored reflection. Her hair was brushed back, reaching all the way down her back, her body clad in leather and metal. The only thing that was covered was her breasts, which were hiding behind a piece of leather clothed, tied with a leather strap and below, she had on a leather thong, her a** showing, though she had armor on her fore arms, shoulders, thighs and shins. She had a long blade strapped to her side and small throwing knifes strapped around her thigh. She was a princess, a warrior,a fighter. She was ready for anything and everything. Today, she was going to visit the vampire that was caught along with a few other men, which consisted of two shape-shifters, three dragon hybrids, a couple of humans, plus the vampire himself. Mating season was tomorrow, but she wanted a good look of her vampire before he was bound at the battle arena, watching as the warrior that one would claim him and his seed.
She wasn't picky. She never competed, not wanting to bare children, not yet, but she was almost twenty-five summer's old, and she was ready to bare that and her mother, the Queen, was pushing."He will bow to me..."She said and smirked, leaving her large, animal skinned tent and headed for the slave temple, where the males were kept. She pushed pas the guards, walked up a few stone steps then stopped at a stone barred cell, where the vampire was wrist bound against the wall, his shirts and pants in tatters, his body emaciated from lack of food and blood."Vampire...I know you are awake, Look at me."She commanded, waiting for him to obey.
VampirexSlayer---
Background story—
"You won't leave me, right?"
"Of course not, we will be together always."
"But how, I'm only a hu-"
"Shhh..say no more. I will make you immortal. The blood you have taken from me shall keep you alive for long, but with my bite, you shall forever be mine."
Just as the vampire leaned in close to bite his new wedded wife, his home was invaded by his coven. Cursed he was, he was pulled away from her and she from him. She screamed and kicked, but had no strength to stay at her husband’s side.
"Wait for me, my love. I shall return."He said and disappeared into the night.
Fifty years later, the young woman roamed the streets of London, looking as if she was still twenty, rather seventy. She thanked her ex-husband for that. For fifty years, Vixen has refused to wed, thinking that her beloved vampire husband would return for her. But no, now, she is looking for him, not for love, but for vengeance. She was s slayer. She hunted creatures of the night and was paid to do it. At times, the vampires she killed, she drank their blood in order to keep her immortality going. She was mostly after that one particular man. He promised to come to her, but instead, she had found him in a pub, flirting with another woman. She had brushed passed him, moved in front of his gaze, but he didn't acknowledge. She believes she was played. The year was 1840, and Vixen is still in search of her husband, to find and to kill for all the pain she had suffered.
Plot--((Gist of the story is, Fifty years ago, human falls in love with vampire. They wed and such, only he was taken away by his family. She had drunk his blood, keeping herself alive, but when he doesn't return she goes out and looks for him. After twenty or so years, she finds him..in the arms of another woman in a pub. Gets pissed and becomes a slayer. The vampire it seems has amnesia. He doesn't remember wedding a human, let alone sleeping with one, since he is disgusted by them, especially the slayers. When he finds out about the slayer who is hunting him, curiosity sparks his mind, and decides to capture her rather then she nab her and interrogate in the only way he can. Wooing her...((again))
Starter---Vixen, no longer DeMartos, but instead was back to being Vixen Santille, roamed the streets of London, eyes peeled, hand inside her left coat pocket, gripping a silver gun filled with silver bullet. She was draped in black and nothing but black. Her long black hair that stopped at the small of her back was let loose as it flowed with the gentle night wind. Her blue eyes scanned her surrounding, looking for anything out of ordinary. She was only 5'7, 125lbs and was...a slayer. Yes, she was a slayer, the only known female that hunted down the streets of London, or even outside of London, for things that weren't meant to exist. She had two revolvers in both her black coat pockets, a throwing dagger inside her black boot, and a small knife sheathed at her thigh. She also carried holy water, silver dust and rosemary, since some creatures couldn't stand the smell and it disoriented their sense of smell.
She needed to wear clothing that was easy enough to move. Ditching wearing dresses like she always did when she was little girl, she went for more like pants and a corset. A yes, she fitted herself with tight black pants that hugged her curves, a black, laced corset that shaped her waists and pushed her ample 32C breasts up and wore metal fronted leather boots with a small heel. She was danger on legs. She was out searching for one particular creature. A vampire if you will. Her ex-husband cheating, lying b*****d a** husband, who left her fifty years ago and never returned. She was given word that supposed he hung around the back alleys near Sir Diggal's pubs and so, here she was, out at midnight looking for him, waiting, searching. The air was cold, her breathe coming out in smokes. Would she find him this night, or be like every other night where she found a different creature instead.
VampirexWolf-- ((You can change the male vampires name from Creed and his looks you'll just have to be sure to describe him to me or provide a rpc picture))
Plot-- For centuries, Vampire and Werewolves have been at war with each other. Reason being, well power of course. Vampires slaughter the wolves, the wolves mutilate the Vampires, but has anyone ever stopped and realized that such a war will never end. The mystical beings of the world, such as Witches, Nymphs, Fairies and many others are tired of this war and are tired of getting involved. So the 7 members of the Mystic Council have all agreed that this war shall end and the only way for that to happen is for one being from the Vampire faction to marry a member from the Were faction.
For the Vampires, they choose a male named Creed. Ancient that he is, for he is nearly a thousand years of age, older than any other vampire alive, though old he is, he looks as if he is merely in his early twenties. With raven black hair, deep green eyes, the build of a warrior. This French-German male is only 6'2 and weighs nothing more than 215lbs of built muscle. As the oldest in the faction, the Council chooses him to wed. Though never been with a woman since the late 1700s, Creed has no romance skill what-so-ever. He’s...old school, if one put it frankly. And who is he to marry, well the only known female that exists in the Werewolf faction. Vixen is a 21 year old, spunky were chick with a rock n roll attitude. With her crazy get up, from leather corset to colorful tops and skirts, this chick is the only female in her Tribe. She’s merely 5'8, body built like a runner and gymnast, her hair a nice delicious auburn red and her body curvy, good for bearing kids and eyes a deep, midnight blue. She weighs only 120lbs, some of that weight mostly muscle. Her mother had been the only female at first in the tribe, then Vixen was born, her mother dying from child birthing. Vixen is a care free girl, doing whatever she pleased, but when it was announced that the Mystic Council choose her to wed a Vampire, she denied, though she wasn't given that option. Now unable to get away from such a deal, Vixen is stuck to a committed life with a Vampire, who hates her guts.
Can these two being live happily ever after and show the world that Vampires and Were could get along, or is their marriage doomed to fail, thus letting war continue on as is.Will the spunky Were teach the old school Vamp a thing or two about the 30th century, or will she let his old school vibe drop her cool down a notch.
Starter--Vixen glanced at her reflection, eyes darting from the black choker she wore around her neck, to the deep blue, exotic looking dress she was wearing. Today was her wedding day and everyone, well..a few selected werewolf’s and vampires were gathered, along with the Mystic Council and other being as well were all here. She sighed, her hand placed on her hips, her blue eyes looking sad. She had on a tight dress, her breasts plopped up from the barely there piece of fabric that covered them, her stomach exposed, and the skirt was long, though there were two high slits that revealed her legs. Her back was also exposed, showing her Tribes ceremonial tattoo of maturity.
Her friend, Lillian was behind her, brushing out her hair, then placed a deep blue flower wreath on her hair. Her friend was a Fairy, a gorgeous fairy with nice tan skin. She was her partner in crime and best friend."There, you look beautiful Vixen."She said, smiling.
Vixen could only sigh, looking at herself. She was now complete. She added a touch of ruby red lipstick, to add to that bad a** look, but she knew every male were head would turn and she hoped a few vampires as well."I can't do this. You know I can't do this. God, I won't do this."
"Yes you can. Your tribe is counting on you. And frankly; I'm sick and tired of seeing fights break out at the club."Lillian said with a sigh.
"Yeah, well, your not the one being forced to marry an old a** vampire. Damn longtooths. Like hell I'll take his bite mark...and I'm not having sex. I bet he doesn't even know what fun, good sex is."She said dryly.
Lil only laughed."Oh come on. Now, here, let me fix your make up. Your wedding is starting in ten minutes."She said and motioned for Vixen to sit in the lovely vanity stool and hold still as her makeup was reapplied.
FurryxFurry
Plot--Mating season has started up again and all the animals are in heat. Each looking around, finding their perfect mate so they can grow and prosper together. But what happens when a Wolf decides to mate with one who is not of his species. A young Fox who has come to age has caught his attention. He fears that maybe something is wrong with him, for it cannot be possible that he is attracted to another let alone a Fox. Foxes and Wolfs aren't the best of friends, let alone choose to be acquaintances. Wolfs have had a some sort of grudge against Foxes and others do not know why. When this Fox senses a Wolf presence, the only thing to cross her mind is to run. Run far and run fast, but she is still young and unskilled in the art of hiding like her family and fellow brother and sisters. When she is caught, no one is around to help. The Wolf debates whether to take her or not, but when she makes a witty remark, he loses control and takes her, only to realize what he has done. Knowing the repercussions, he forces himself to fully take her as a mate, but she fights him, refuses him and tries to run from him. Can these two get along, or will the entire forest look down at their union and force them away from each other.
Starter-- Vixen shifted her eyes back and forth, greenery and forest all around her. Mating had just started up and already she could smell the heat emanating from all the creatures around her. She had stumbled upon a group of rabbits getting on a few ways back and she blushed, running towards the other direction. So far no one has yet to approach her, let alone catch her. Her mother told her that Foxes were to be tricky .They had to give their destined mate a run for their money, in this case, their mates would have to chase her down in order to get her. Vixen just barely turned seven in fox years, which was the equivalent of she being nineteen in human years. She was already at that age where she was able to join in this mating season event, but she was still scared.
She feared no one would want her. Being inexperienced was something no mate wanting. They wanted a female who was wise, cunning, responsible and able to care for her young properly in case the male wasn't there. Well she helped raise her brother and sisters and dammit she was going to get a mate. She heard something crunch behind her, and she sprinted off, moving from behind the tree and scampered behind another, then another, only to duck down behind a bush. She panted, her golden eyes looking left and right. Tail wrapped around her ankles, she was nervous. What kind of male fox would she get. Would he be big and strong, maybe fierce looking. Or will he be lean and tone and caring, supportive and stay with her forever till she wasn't able to have any more babies.
Vixen wanted a good male. One who would love her and do things for her, though still gave her independence as a female who can still do things for herself. Mating season was a challenge and she was up for anything at this point now.
DevilxAngel heart heart heart
Plot--Three thousand years and the war between Satan and God is coming to an end. For millennia, angels and demons have been killed, fighting over something so petty, which of course that petty something is gaining dominance over the other, but now it has come to an end. To ensure such a peace pack, Lucifer has decided to marry off his son Damien to one of God's heavenly female angels. Of course no angelic female would dare touch a devil, but they have no choice in this matter. An angel was selected thanks to her knowledge, pride, honor and strength. She refuses, fights for her right, but her father cannot not look away from such an ordeal. In order for the peace pact to be official, she must be bedded and taken to live in Hell, though of course she will give Damian a run for his soul. The Devil finds this rather irritating and tells God that he isn't in the mood for such folly. If the angel doesn’t agree, then the long war shall continue on all because she refused to take on a large responsibility. Will she give in and be bedded and let happiness rain on her brethren, or will she refuse all because she wishes for her own happiness.
Starter--Vixen paced around in her chamber, her heart beating quickly, her hands wet with sweat, her body tense for she was nervous. Today she was to meet her betrothed, the Devils son, Damian. She didn’t want to get married, let alone marry the son of the Devil. How did such a thing come to be? One minute she was studying about different human religious and language, the next, she was pulled to the side by her father and the terrible news was bestowed on her. She cried, she screamed, she wanted to curse, but knew she couldn’t do such a thing. Her dear Father explained the why and she couldn’t believe it. Yes, she was stronger than some of the other female angels, cunning and smart, but still, why her. She could only shake her head, knowing that what she was feeling was against the laws and rules of her dear Father. She straightened her shoulders, looked herself in the mirror and forced a fake smile on her face. She was to dress as lovely as she could and by her Father, she was lovely. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled up half way up to her head, twisted and pinned. Fresh lily’s and purple anemones. The rest of her hair was curled and let loose, stopping at the small of her back. She was 5’6, her legs nice and long, her body curved in all the right places. Her skin was pale cream, her eyes a pale lemon green, her breasts weren’t so big, nor small, the size being at merely 32C. Her lips a soft rosy color and so were her cheeks. She was wearing a loose white robe with a crimson red sash around her waist to keep the cloth closed. It was slightly opened from the top, her cleavage barely showing, though for her it didn’t mean anything sexual or sinful. Her feet were bare and her body was scented with a sweet lavender and fresh sage.
She stepped out of her chambers and headed over to the greeting chamber where her Father was. She walked down the long white corridor, passed a few statues as well as some of her brother and sister’s rooms and reached the Grand stair case. This was the moment in which her life was about to change and by her Father and in the name of Eve, she was going to do her best, whether it killed her or not. She headed down the steps, making no noise, reached the bottom and turned. The double white doors to the greeting room were opened, the room inside was big and spacious, pillars circled around the room, holding the ceiling up almost and there, sitting on a lush white sofa was her Father. “Greetings to you dear Father.”She said and bowed her head.
God could only smile and rise, extending his hand. “Greetings my daughter, please come and sit with me.”He said, his pale blue eyes fixed on her, his lips curved to a smile. Vixen smiled and went to him, taking his hand and sat with him. “Today…you shall meet your betrothed. Damian…he is a good….man. He shall not harm you for I will see to it and lay out rules for when you marry.”
Vixen could only smile weakly, not wanting to seem scared. Her Father was good and he wouldn’t purposely put his own child in danger.
VampirexHuman
Plot---A young girl has had it with her parents. The fighting, hitting, abuse and now divorce. She couldn't take it, and what better way to show her parents how much she was tired then by leaving them. She managed to gather a few things and sneak out through her window. The girl walked the streets, hiding from passing cars and passing cops and found herself walking on a very cold night. She stops and looks around, trying to find a place to crash and finds an abandoned house, which struck her odd, since she never saw the house there in the first place. Deciding to spend a few nights, she decides to trespass and slip in the home, seeing how old and decrypted it was. Before long the girl managed to find a decent looking room and fall asleep. Little did she know, someone dwelled in the house and he hated trespassers. Having no other choice, he decides to show her what happens when you trespass into someone’s home.
Starter--- Vixen was crouching in the corner of her room, hands to her ears, unable to muffle out the screams and curses her parents were laying on each other. She wasn’t crying, not one tear falling, she was pissed off herself. She looked up, catching herself in the mirrors reflection and saw how red her cheek was. Her father had slapped her nice and hard, accusing of her ******** someone while in the house, which was a total lie. He did and said it just cause he was drunk the poor b*****d and he wanted to get her mom pissed off as well, which worked. Her mother started to yell, curse him out, tell him he was a no good son-of-a- b***h without a proper job. Her mother worked late nights till early morning at a hospital. Her dad..Well…he was waiting to get a job, since he worked at construction, but right now, nothing was available, so all he did was spend the money at bars and strip joints. Divorce was the topic of this argument now and she had enough. As her parents argued in the kitchen, she started to pull out her backpack, emptying it out of her books and papers. She opened drawers, stuffing shirts and pants in, as well as new clean bras and underwear. Running away was always on her mind, but she never took the courage to do it, till now. She zipped up her backpack and tossed it on the bed. Vixen looked at herself, her dirty blonde hair all disheveled, thanks to how many times she ran her fingers through it thanks to all the stress. It was short, stopping at her jaw and she brushed it out, not caring how much she was pulling her hair. She held it up and made it into a ponytail. Her sapphire blue eyes looked straight back at herself thanks to the mirror. She was sporting a tight black muscle shirt, her 34C breasts straining against the material. Her faded blue hip hugger jeans accommodated her hips well, her legs long, making her at barely 5’7. She was thin; not pencil thin, but she had muscle. Recently graduated from high school, she had yet to be accepted to any college, but who cared now.
She didn’t wait for her parents to go to sleep. She grabbed her bag a sweater, opened her window and slipped out, her feet landing on the soft grass of her front yard. The night was cold, and so she zipped her sweater up and started to walk. She didn’t look back, didn’t want to, all she did was keep going to wherever she could go. Within thirty minutes, she was already walking along the deserted home area, homes that were yet to be finished, some still under construction and others that were left abandoned. She sighed, her breathe coming out as white fog in the air, her skin getting cold even though she hugged her sweater tightly to her. She didn’t know where to go, hell she was tempted to break in one of the old house and sleep there, but she knew she would be caught. She stopped, ducking as a car, then another passed by. She couldn’t do this, she didn’t know where to go. She sighed, biting her lip, and then looked up, a house appearing out of nowhere. It wasn’t there before, though she felt that was a safe place. The house was big, stone almost, the fence high and black, the front yard looked uncared for. It was dark inside, no lights and she guessed it was abandoned. She hoped the fence, jumped down and ran across the yard till she got to a window. She prayed, hoped it would open and to her surprise, it did. The room was dark as she slipped in and closed the window, drawing the curtains back in place. No use turning a light on, so she felt around and what she assumed was a bed, settled herself down. “Just for the night…”she said and removed her shoes and sweater and slipped under the covers, which to her surprise smelled nice. She closed her eyes and started to drift into sleep, unaware of the dangers that were around her. heart heart heart heart
