AmbrosiaCaress
Phoenix Rising!!!
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Hello all..
It has been a long time since I have wondered onto Lit to write. But I find that I, at this point in time, would like to take my imagination out for a spin again and get some much needed fantasy excercise. LOL...
Before I begin, I want to state that I will be writing mostly on weekdays... (maybe over the weekends too, depending on how busy real life it at the time)... and I am hoping to be able to post a couple of times each day... Evenings are another matter as I am not available. I live in the Eastern US time zone, just so you know....
I am looking for a male character, needless to say.... The male character can be the "man" that is mentioned, or actually Ned, however the person would like to go.... we can discuss....
I do require someone who is articulate, imaginative, and has an equal writing ability to my own... in other words, no one liners please. I would like someone with ideas on where to go with this story, because other than this meager beginning, I do not have the story planned out. It can go anywhere... and we can see how this develops...
I prefer dark, erotic writing, and like the use of psychological as well as physical sexual play. I like passion and lust and minglings of seduction and love... I enjoy force involved in the story, the play of Master and slave, Dominant and submissive. My boundries are few and can be discussed via PM once a partner is chosen. I like fantasy, and the play of good and evil... I think you get the idea...
If you are interested in writing the male character, please PM me with your ideas and perhaps an outline of said character...
This story will be CLOSED once I chose a partner...
THANKS
To Hunt a Witch
*******
She had to stop, she had to catch her breath. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire. The shadows tried to envelope her, and she desperately, almost longingly, wanted to let them. She welcomed the darkness, as a woman welcomed a lover. The darkness has always been a lover to her, caressing, moving over her. She found it warm, comforting, where others found it cold and frightening. The darkness offered her a hiding place, offered her safety. But, the moon rose full that night, and quite bright. The cool blue light cast down, illuminating the darkness, as if exposing her nakedness, exposing her lover. She fell back against a tree, trying to elude that light.
Her breathing was labored, and sounded sooooo loud in her ears. She had to quiet down. If they heard her.....
If they heard her... they would find her...
They??? Or was it just a He....
He would find her.
They, were the people of her village.
He, was the Man hired to exorcise her, the Man hired to drive the devil out of her. The Man hired to hunt her down and smother the evil that claimed her soul. That was what they, the village, and her father, had told him.
They thought she was a witch. Evil, Filthy, Dangerous.... They, being the people of her village. Even her own father thought she was a witch, after all, she had been born from a witch. At least that was what her father, Ned... Ned the Preacher, Reverend Ned, had convinced people. Her mother was long since dead. Her exorcism hadn't driven out the evil, it had driven out her life. Now Ned wanted his daughter cleansed.
He had tried to do it himself, he was a Preacher after all, but the cleansing turned into something much darker. He had ended up trying to rape her. His own daughter. She had managed to place a well targeted kick to the groin, and run into the night, into the darkness, her true lover. At morning's light, she tried to come back, after all, it was her home. But Ned, her father, the Preacher, had gotten to the church first, had convinced the Village that she was a witch like her mother, was. He had tamed her mother, but his daughter, he explained, his daugther was much stronger, much more dangerous. He presented to them her artwork, her writings, and the various mixings of herbs for teas and medicines, all things she had learned from her mother. All this was evidence, he shouted. Evidence that she was dangerous!
Of course Ned blamed her rantings on her evil possession. "She beguiled me, she hypnotized me" he stuttered as he explained the attempted rape "I didn't know what I was doing" "A cleansing! There must be a cleansing!" he then ranted to the village.
She was locked in the dungeon of the church...
"We will help you Reverend Ned" came the promise... the missive was sent.... the Man answered...
But she, somehow managed to escape.
Maybe she was a Witch afterall!!
She was born Avalon Blackwell, the beautiful, ebony haired daughter of the Reverend Ned Blackwell and his wife, Annalynn. She didn't know the history of her father and mother. She didn't know that Ned had brutally raped Annalynn, when Annalynn was young, and had come to the new Reverend for help. Annalynn was betrayed in the most horrible way by the Reverend Ned. He took her, laying claim to her, then accused her of being a witch! He could help her, but only if she became his. Reverend Ned took the young beauty as his wife, her pleadings to not allow this to happen falling on deaf ears. Her own parents, believing that she had succumed to evil and the Revernde was her only hope. Annalynn was raped over and over night after night by her now Husband, in his quest to "cleanse" her, as well as satisfy his own deep lust.... and to impregnant her with his seed. Ned wanted a son. Needed a son.
Instead Avalon was born. Her birth rendered Annalynn sterile, or maybe it was the mixture of herbs she drank in her tea late at night. Nevertheless, another child was not to be. No matte how hard Reverend Ned tried over and over, plunging himself deep into the softness of her body, his seed no longer would take hold.
Annalynne managed to stay alive long enough to see Avalone to near adulthood. Until Reverend Ned tired of trying. Tired of his wife. And went looking for a younger, more fertile vessel for his seed.
As Avalon approached her 18th birthday, her mother finally decided she would tell the girl of Reverend Ned, and of herself, and the horrors she had been thru. She saw how her husband was looking at his daughter.
That was when Ned accused her of being a witch once more, and convinced the village that they must exorcise her. That was when she died.
Now Avalon was running for her own life. For all she knew, both her own father, and this..... Man.... were hunting her...
She closed her golden eyes. She had her mother's eyes, that's what her father always told her. Now it just sounded creepy to Avalon... Avalon had never gotten to hear what her mother had to say, the exorcism by her father and the village, had silenced her mother before the words could ever leave her lips... At this moment, hiding in the darkness... she so wished she had learned what her mother had so urgently tried to tell her.
She heard a voice, a deep echo in shadows that surrounded her. The sound seemed to reflect off of the moonlight, lightly curling around her. The effect was haunting...
"Come out, come out, where ever you are"
Her breath caught, she froze... "Please, please don't let Him see me, find me... please" The words never left her lips, but instead, slowly crawled across her thoughts.
And this is to help you envision Avalon:
http://s1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj516/CaressAmbrosia/6a00e54ef168098833012875e8c0b6970c.jpg
It has been a long time since I have wondered onto Lit to write. But I find that I, at this point in time, would like to take my imagination out for a spin again and get some much needed fantasy excercise. LOL...
Before I begin, I want to state that I will be writing mostly on weekdays... (maybe over the weekends too, depending on how busy real life it at the time)... and I am hoping to be able to post a couple of times each day... Evenings are another matter as I am not available. I live in the Eastern US time zone, just so you know....
I am looking for a male character, needless to say.... The male character can be the "man" that is mentioned, or actually Ned, however the person would like to go.... we can discuss....
I do require someone who is articulate, imaginative, and has an equal writing ability to my own... in other words, no one liners please. I would like someone with ideas on where to go with this story, because other than this meager beginning, I do not have the story planned out. It can go anywhere... and we can see how this develops...
I prefer dark, erotic writing, and like the use of psychological as well as physical sexual play. I like passion and lust and minglings of seduction and love... I enjoy force involved in the story, the play of Master and slave, Dominant and submissive. My boundries are few and can be discussed via PM once a partner is chosen. I like fantasy, and the play of good and evil... I think you get the idea...
If you are interested in writing the male character, please PM me with your ideas and perhaps an outline of said character...
This story will be CLOSED once I chose a partner...
THANKS
To Hunt a Witch
*******
She had to stop, she had to catch her breath. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire. The shadows tried to envelope her, and she desperately, almost longingly, wanted to let them. She welcomed the darkness, as a woman welcomed a lover. The darkness has always been a lover to her, caressing, moving over her. She found it warm, comforting, where others found it cold and frightening. The darkness offered her a hiding place, offered her safety. But, the moon rose full that night, and quite bright. The cool blue light cast down, illuminating the darkness, as if exposing her nakedness, exposing her lover. She fell back against a tree, trying to elude that light.
Her breathing was labored, and sounded sooooo loud in her ears. She had to quiet down. If they heard her.....
If they heard her... they would find her...
They??? Or was it just a He....
He would find her.
They, were the people of her village.
He, was the Man hired to exorcise her, the Man hired to drive the devil out of her. The Man hired to hunt her down and smother the evil that claimed her soul. That was what they, the village, and her father, had told him.
They thought she was a witch. Evil, Filthy, Dangerous.... They, being the people of her village. Even her own father thought she was a witch, after all, she had been born from a witch. At least that was what her father, Ned... Ned the Preacher, Reverend Ned, had convinced people. Her mother was long since dead. Her exorcism hadn't driven out the evil, it had driven out her life. Now Ned wanted his daughter cleansed.
He had tried to do it himself, he was a Preacher after all, but the cleansing turned into something much darker. He had ended up trying to rape her. His own daughter. She had managed to place a well targeted kick to the groin, and run into the night, into the darkness, her true lover. At morning's light, she tried to come back, after all, it was her home. But Ned, her father, the Preacher, had gotten to the church first, had convinced the Village that she was a witch like her mother, was. He had tamed her mother, but his daughter, he explained, his daugther was much stronger, much more dangerous. He presented to them her artwork, her writings, and the various mixings of herbs for teas and medicines, all things she had learned from her mother. All this was evidence, he shouted. Evidence that she was dangerous!
Of course Ned blamed her rantings on her evil possession. "She beguiled me, she hypnotized me" he stuttered as he explained the attempted rape "I didn't know what I was doing" "A cleansing! There must be a cleansing!" he then ranted to the village.
She was locked in the dungeon of the church...
"We will help you Reverend Ned" came the promise... the missive was sent.... the Man answered...
But she, somehow managed to escape.
Maybe she was a Witch afterall!!
She was born Avalon Blackwell, the beautiful, ebony haired daughter of the Reverend Ned Blackwell and his wife, Annalynn. She didn't know the history of her father and mother. She didn't know that Ned had brutally raped Annalynn, when Annalynn was young, and had come to the new Reverend for help. Annalynn was betrayed in the most horrible way by the Reverend Ned. He took her, laying claim to her, then accused her of being a witch! He could help her, but only if she became his. Reverend Ned took the young beauty as his wife, her pleadings to not allow this to happen falling on deaf ears. Her own parents, believing that she had succumed to evil and the Revernde was her only hope. Annalynn was raped over and over night after night by her now Husband, in his quest to "cleanse" her, as well as satisfy his own deep lust.... and to impregnant her with his seed. Ned wanted a son. Needed a son.
Instead Avalon was born. Her birth rendered Annalynn sterile, or maybe it was the mixture of herbs she drank in her tea late at night. Nevertheless, another child was not to be. No matte how hard Reverend Ned tried over and over, plunging himself deep into the softness of her body, his seed no longer would take hold.
Annalynne managed to stay alive long enough to see Avalone to near adulthood. Until Reverend Ned tired of trying. Tired of his wife. And went looking for a younger, more fertile vessel for his seed.
As Avalon approached her 18th birthday, her mother finally decided she would tell the girl of Reverend Ned, and of herself, and the horrors she had been thru. She saw how her husband was looking at his daughter.
That was when Ned accused her of being a witch once more, and convinced the village that they must exorcise her. That was when she died.
Now Avalon was running for her own life. For all she knew, both her own father, and this..... Man.... were hunting her...
She closed her golden eyes. She had her mother's eyes, that's what her father always told her. Now it just sounded creepy to Avalon... Avalon had never gotten to hear what her mother had to say, the exorcism by her father and the village, had silenced her mother before the words could ever leave her lips... At this moment, hiding in the darkness... she so wished she had learned what her mother had so urgently tried to tell her.
She heard a voice, a deep echo in shadows that surrounded her. The sound seemed to reflect off of the moonlight, lightly curling around her. The effect was haunting...
"Come out, come out, where ever you are"
Her breath caught, she froze... "Please, please don't let Him see me, find me... please" The words never left her lips, but instead, slowly crawled across her thoughts.
And this is to help you envision Avalon:
http://s1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj516/CaressAmbrosia/6a00e54ef168098833012875e8c0b6970c.jpg
