RainingHeat
Beautiful Storm
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This story is seeking a CoWriter.
The idea of this story is simple. My character is a Hunter, she hunts Vampires and/or Lycans. In this story, Vampires and Lycans work together, to hunt Humans, whether for feeding, or pleasure, or dominance. A particular Coven, or Group, of Vampires and Lycans occupy my character's lands. This particular Coven or Gathering is called Black Moon Rising. And they each have been marked, to signify their loyalty to the Elders who rule.
Now please keep in mind, this is just a basic outline of the story. Once a CoWriter has been chosen, we can certainly discuss.
I would like to write and explore this story with one who is into Dominance and submission, Lycans and Vampires, Erotic Horror perhaps, who enjoys darkness and visceral, as well as very psychological encounters. Who enjoys worlds beyond the norm...
Where this story goes is as much up to my CoWriter as it is myself. My thoughts are along the lines of Solenge capturing the Man, whether He be Lycan or Vampire would be up to my CoWriter. She seeks information on the Black Moon Rising Coven and is determined to get it from him, using any methods devised (perhaps not so nice methods <grin>). He will escape, and take her captive, she now being at His mercy. Thereby reversing the roles (which to be honest were more of this story will play out, hence why I seek a very Dominant Writer to create a very Dominant Character). The scenes will be very detailed, very dark, and I am thinking there are a variety of ways this particular story can go, depending on the Writers. I imagine we will be speaking in PMs as the story progresses.
She is Human, or so she seems. That can be discussed.
Please PM me with ideas, characters, and let me read a sample of your writing (a current story or thread is fine).
I post mostly during the day, and would not mind a Writer who posts during the same time. It does not have to be power posting or anything like that. Once or twice during a given day (or every other day even) is perfectly fine with me.
Once I have chosen a CoWriter, this story will be CLOSED
Thanks
Rain
The idea of this story is simple. My character is a Hunter, she hunts Vampires and/or Lycans. In this story, Vampires and Lycans work together, to hunt Humans, whether for feeding, or pleasure, or dominance. A particular Coven, or Group, of Vampires and Lycans occupy my character's lands. This particular Coven or Gathering is called Black Moon Rising. And they each have been marked, to signify their loyalty to the Elders who rule.
Now please keep in mind, this is just a basic outline of the story. Once a CoWriter has been chosen, we can certainly discuss.
I would like to write and explore this story with one who is into Dominance and submission, Lycans and Vampires, Erotic Horror perhaps, who enjoys darkness and visceral, as well as very psychological encounters. Who enjoys worlds beyond the norm...
Where this story goes is as much up to my CoWriter as it is myself. My thoughts are along the lines of Solenge capturing the Man, whether He be Lycan or Vampire would be up to my CoWriter. She seeks information on the Black Moon Rising Coven and is determined to get it from him, using any methods devised (perhaps not so nice methods <grin>). He will escape, and take her captive, she now being at His mercy. Thereby reversing the roles (which to be honest were more of this story will play out, hence why I seek a very Dominant Writer to create a very Dominant Character). The scenes will be very detailed, very dark, and I am thinking there are a variety of ways this particular story can go, depending on the Writers. I imagine we will be speaking in PMs as the story progresses.
She is Human, or so she seems. That can be discussed.
Please PM me with ideas, characters, and let me read a sample of your writing (a current story or thread is fine).
I post mostly during the day, and would not mind a Writer who posts during the same time. It does not have to be power posting or anything like that. Once or twice during a given day (or every other day even) is perfectly fine with me.
Once I have chosen a CoWriter, this story will be CLOSED
Thanks
Rain
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"no, no Master, please" the plaintive cry easily heard above the erotic, strangely seductive, music that slithered about the darkness of the Club's interior. In the shadows, a glittering pair golden eyes turned upwards at the sound of that voice, to see a girl, held fast against the wall close to where she, herself, stood. A smile curled the Man's lips, He offering no answer to His begging captive. Wrapping His thick fingers within her long blonde mane, He pulled her from the wall, casting her to His feet, one word then came to His grinning lips...
"crawl"
The girl brushed her trembling lips to the boots of the Man, then did as commanded, slowly crawling, careful not to brush against another Master or a Mistress, or anyone else for that matter, her barely clad body slinking along that dirty floor. Those golden tinged eyes watched, fascinated, as the girl moved, undulated, along the dirty floor. The Master leaning back against the wall and also watching, His hand now stroking His own chin, as if wondering if His slave indeed would go thru with whatever task she had been given.... His grin widened.
Slowly, the girl came to rest at the feet of a Man at the opposite end of the bar. Solenge drew her golden, almost feline eyes upwards, to gaze upon the Man herself. He was intimidating, standing in the smoke filled shadows. He looked too be more of a living darkness, or, yes, a Predator in the midnight, than Man. It seemed the darkness and He were one, and He was the darker. He was large, easily more than 6 feet tall... imposing, intimidating, and staring right at her, that is until the trembling one at His feet took His attention... How had Solenge missed the fact that she, at that moment, was the one being stared at. That could be deadly for her.
On the stage as the far end, another slave girl, this one clad in shimmering red satin, clinging to her skin like the touch of liquid fire, began to dance as the music played. Many of the Men, and the Women, turning to watch. She was quite the sight, the music seeming to take control of her motions, she and the music entwining. But not Solenge. She would not let her guard down again. She watched the Man and the slave girl, with a slight tilt to her head.
She said a silent thank you to the slave girl. The Man had been so well hidden in the darkness, Solenge had not seen Him upon her entrance into the club. Again, a almost very costly mistake. She was not on her game tonight, not at all. But the slave girl had saved her, had brought the Man, now her Target this night, to her attention.
Was He one? Did He carry the mark? The mark of the Black Moon Rising? The mark of One who hunts in the night, One who preys upon her own kind, human. And if so, would He have the information she and the others sought?
The Man in the darkness paid no attention, not to Solenge, or the seductive dancer. His attentions at this moment, fixated on the girl before His feet.
As Solenge watched the interplay before her, she absently let her fingers reach down, gently touching the deep ebon colored skirt that draped seductively over her legs. A slight shift, the skirt rising ever so slightly, fingers caressing the hilt of the blade that lay hidden within her leather boot. It was a comfort to her. She did not want to end up as the creature whimpering at the feet of that Man. Solenge did not want to end up at the feet of any Man.
The Man lifted the trembling blonde slave girl. Her wanton body pressed against the bar. He leans in, and Solenge thought she saw the flash of a fang. Did she? Narrowing her golden eyes, she watched intently. But He was simply whispering within the scared girl's ear, and Solenge saw her face go completely pale. No, there was no flash of fang, but..................................
she saw the mark. The Black Moon Rising, inked into the skin of His left hand, near where the thumb and forefinger meet. She never would have seen that had He not been holding the slave girl by the throat, the flickering of nearby lamplight dancing over His and her forms.
The slave girl then slid back to the floor, shaking even more now then she had before. She slinking back across to her Master, lips brushing his boots.
The Man, had slipped back into the shadows that He seemingly commanded, the faint crimson glow of His eyes all that betrayed His presence, if one knew where to look, as Solenge now did.
Solenge knew nothing of the exchange that had just happened. She did not know that the trembling blonde slave girl had just been sold to the Man on the shadows that she now watched. It mattered not to her. All that mattered now, was that mark. And He had it.
He was One of Them, she was sure of it.
Solenge was a Hunter. Working with a group of others who were just as she was, Hunters. Tasked by the King to eradicate his lands of the "vermin" as he called them, the Vampires and Lycans. Truth be told, it was a matter of survial for the Humans. The Vampires and Lycans were supieror in their strength, and in their hunger for humans. But the humans were not easy prey, not always. They were learning to fight back, and in some lands, they were winning. Solenge, daughter of the King, was determined to see her Father's wishes fulfilled, determined to slaughter every disgusting Vampire, every dirty Lycan she could.
But, she and her Hunters needed information. The last one they had captured, a young Lycan female, had given enough information to lead them to where they stood now. And had given them the one valuable piece of information that now, in this moment, was proving to me the mjost valuable they had ever gotten. The mark, the mark of the Black Moon Rising. The Lycan female had died screaming, as she was drawn and quartered, that next morning, her usefulness having waned. The month that followed, several of Them had been lured, captured, and killed, in this very area. Solenge was not just a Hunter, she was often also used as Bait. But as They had now grown more cautious, the Hunters now needed more information. This one, would be captured.
Stepping outside, the rain was just beginning, or had it been raining all along? Nevertheless, it was going to be a cold night. Drawing her cloak about her shoulders, Solenge headed into the alley next to the now bustling Club, informing the Commander of their target.
He would be captured tonight.
Solenge
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