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RE FxM Meow Kathria's request Open Plots Plot7 The Labyrinth The labyrinth of Desmo, or death and destruction, is something all the low life villagers know about. The labyrinth's rein began twelve years ago. No one quite understood it but it went something like this the children were playing in the small village, minding their own business. The adults had gone about their work. Yes there was a crime every now and then, but murder was very low on the scale of the village of Tiko. Ah, the crazy little villagers and their totems and idols how they danced and prayed. Everything had seemed normal until noon had struck. Several women ran about screaming, shrieking rather, for their children that had all but disappeared in their huts. They couldn't explain it, how the children had vanished so suddenly. but it had happened, and adults were vanishing too. It wasn't the normal ones you would think, the troublemakers, the pick was random, but over twenty had gone missing in a matter of seconds. No one knew where they had gone, but the victims did. They had awoken from a dreamlike state, placed in a room filled with leaves and branches, and they had all but stumbled to their doors to exit. However, exiting wasn't that simple and they had quickly found the door locked and barricaded by branches. WELCOME chosen ones! A whispering voice had called to them. It was a chilling sound, a sound of several voices shrieking out their words in harmony. You all have been selected for many different reasons. Let's hope you don't disappoint! Ah the voice was crackling like leaves, who was it? What was it? Fear had all but stricken the villagers that had been kidnapped. The adults tried to remain calm, but their calm composure soon left them. Welcome to Desmo...Let's hope you can survive. The voice rang again as the branches had left their doors magically, unweaving themselves and disappearing onto the walls of the room. The door, it turned and opened to reveal an archway made of branches and...limbs of humans that had failed it's test. In front of their view had laid the labyrinth, which stretched down on the hill in front of them and disappeared in their view. The labyrinth seemed endless, but what was worse...was being able to see the terrible things below waiting for them if they made a wrong turn. It had taken several years of disappearances before people had found it, where they had all been taken. They had seen the labyrinth from the outside and heard the screams and cries as their loved ones had died on the other side of the towering walls. This labyrinth wasn't simple, and it wasn't nice. It was designed to kill and it thirsted for blood. What's more was...no one really knew what happened if someone survived the labyrinth and made it to the end of it. Well...nobody except the people who had created the monster labyrinth and laid waiting for their champion to arise. It was here, on the twelve years of knowing about the labyrinth that Yiddnai was stuck inside her village, waiting for the disappearing to begin. It never failed, sometimes the disappearances were random, but mostly they stayed close to the same month. So here, on the thirteenth month, Yiddnai lay waiting to see who the labyrinth has taken for the slaughter. After all, over the years the labyrinth has become more visous. Instead of only taking from one village, it grew to take from many, and the number of people going missing had climbed it's way up to...three hundred by this year. The monster of the labyrinth only grew in size each year and it took more to feast it's hunger. Now, at the time of disappearances, Yiddnai was all but frighted with the rest of the villagers. She could make it through this week without being taken...or so she had thought one night when she had gone to bed. It was only in the morning that Yiddnai had awoken to a startling realization...the room she had heard so many fearful made up stories about now surrounded her, one of the over three hundred taken, and the chilling voice had filled her ears. Welcome to Desmo. Let's hope you can survive. Only after the greeting did she watch the branches dismantle themselves from the door and open it to show her the archway of the beginning placement of her labyrinth spot. She had moved slowly to the top of the hill and stood in the archway to look down at the labyrinth. Her eyes had caught sight of only some of the traps that laid ahead...and the creatures that laid waiting to kill amongst the walls she and many others were trapped inside. How could anyone survive this? Yiddnai x oc Plot8 Lies and Deciet Growing up in the small town never seemed like much of a problem. Aoso was always the first one to run to her neighbors door and get him out to play. They had been childhood sweethearts, high school sweethearts and nothing seemed to keep them apart. If only Aoso had been more aware of the tall tale signs of her boyfriend getting weird. She should have paid more attention. He was a couple of years older her and Aoso thought him acting weird was just him maturing faster than her. Until she woke up in the back of his truck gagged and bound. At first Aoso had assumed this was some sort of prank. He was just kidnapping her for laughs and giggles on her coming of age sixteenth birthday, right? She had only a few more days until her sixteenth party so this kidnapping bit had to be a joke. After all Aoso had just recently matured into a woman and she could think of nothing her boyfriend would want to do with her. She trusted him, and she shouldn't have. It struck her when they stopped at a storage unit and he came around the back to pick her up. She squirmed, wishing he would release her so she could ask him what was going on. Instead the boy she knew as her boyfriend had laid her down to watch as he opened the storage unit. Inside it seemed pretty ordinary, a few boxes and furniture stuffed here and there, but in the middle of it there was a large bundled up rug. Quickly he worked to pushing the rug out of the way to reveal a hatch beneath it, and Aoso froze. He was seriously kidnapping her and he had what looked like a tunnel beneath these storage units?! Unreal! However, it was true and she watched as he picked up the latch to reveal a tunnel light with candles going down into the earth. He said nothing as he grabbed her and hoisted her over her shoulders pulling her inside the storage unit and closing it before taking her down the winding steps further and further inside of the earth's crust. There, Aoso was amazed to find not a room he was going to be storing her in, but an entire creepy gothic city, both grusome and amazing. I know you thought you were mine, but I lied. The boy admitted as he trudged through the streets with her on his shoulder. There, behind his shoulder she could get a look of the people coming in and out of the buildings. Their glowing hands or eyes, the way some of them floated, even some of them had tails. First Aoso thought they were mutants, but as one laughed she quickly realized what they were demons, all eyes on her and laughing as the human was brought into their city. Quietly the boy brought her closer to the main building where a line was being formed, she was curious as to what was going on until the boy chimed in again You are a sacrifice to our elders, or Gods, just as the other girls here. Innocence is what they like to taint so that's why I had to keep you all to myself until now. They might rape you, kill you. I don't really care as long as I get to stay inside the city again. He shrugged so sure of himself. They often murder the ones they aren't pleased with in the most horrible ways. I hope you don't scream if you are one of them. It only makes them want more. He laughed evilly and Aoso froze. A sacrifice she was? To please some sort of demons? Their Gods? So there wasn't only Lucifer? Aoso x OC - I was thinking she would be with one of the lords of the demons, but if you have something else in mind let me know! Plot9 Arranging the wrong kind of Marriage Zara had known someday this would be coming, but unlike most of the lessors of the realm, she had clearly not wanted it. She had spent her whole miserable life trying her best not to catch anyone's fancy. Not the kings, not their sons, not the soldiers, not even the men in her village. She had tried her hardest to make herself undesirable, but it seemed someone had found her and knew her secrete, or perhaps just how lovely she was under the shawl and many robes she wore. She had spent her whole life trying not to be seen in the village. Hiding her beauty as best she could and had crawled out of her house many times to the blacksmith to...have him crate her brother armor. Zara had a brother indeed, but the armor was not for him. It was black and brutal with many spikes all over the body, and as she had requested the smith had forged her armor of the best dragon steel he could get his hands on. The armor, had been made for her, but only Zara truthfully knew that. Several nights Zara had snuck out to join the king's army to fight and the war and with her helmet and stack of black armor, she had been dubbed the Black Knight, one of the most brutal of warriors with a particular way of fighting. She fought with no weapons, only the large and small spikes riddled all over her armor served as her weapon. Zara had become the best at hand to hand combat and the spikes, well made her even more deadlier. News had spread throughout the kingdom about the Black Knight, and Zara had stayed low. She had not wanted anyone to find out she was a female in a mans way of the army, only several brutal looking women had ever been acknowledged in the army. She had thought her secretes had been safe, who she really was and her beauty, but it seemed someone had found out Zara's beauty and had called for her father to approve their hands in marriage. Zara was less than pleased, and she knew what was at stake. If she married she would never be able to leave to fight in another war, and the Black Knight disappearing could mean panic amongst the army. She knew they would go looking for her, for the Black Knight until they found the truth, and that meant trouble. She needed a way out of this marriage and the only way Zara knew how to get out of the marriage was to murder the man she was betrothed to. Zara had a plan. Who would deny the Black Knight entry into their home? No one. So she had decided to come to his house as the Black Knight and to murder him the only way she knew best As the brutal, unmerciful Black Knight. Zara x OC Plot10 Cursed It's always the same running, she always running and someone is always following her, chasing her, and hunting her down. Vaserus tries her hardest to run as fast as she can in her dreams, but the person has a pull on her. Taunting, they always are, mocking and waiting seeming to know her every turn. The nightmares never to seem to end any other way besides Vaserus waking in a cold hard sweat. Ew, you smell like death. The soft voice of her sister calls, laughing at her. Shut up Star, did you get it? My dream? Star poked her head up and huffed a bit before holding up the dream-catcher that glistened in the moon light. Done and Done! Nabbed it while your pretty violet head was sleeping. Star hopped onto the bed, wiggling around until she got comfortable. Now let's have a looksi! Star set the dream-catcher in the middle of the bed. Her hands dancing above it as she chanted. Do you really need to do that? Star grinned shaking her head. It's only for the effect! The Effect Vaserus! Vaserus grunted at Star, but the dream catcher before to hoover above the bed. It spun and spun before twirling around and stopping as light pooled out from it. As the light speckled, it soon shifted together to mae a bigger orb of light in the middle of the dream catcher. There the light shifted bigger, before pulling into a vision of the dream Vaserus had just had. No more pause! We want to see what happened oh wise dream catcher of Vaerus's! Vaserus grunted and rolled her eyes as she leaned closer, putting her chin in her hand. She watched as the stilled figures in the ball of light began to move. Vaserus saw the vision of herself, running, frantic to get away. However frantic it was, her face seemed calm and knowing and as she ran, she smashed face first into a black mass. Vaserus's vision looked up and it's eyes locked with someone's glowing eyes. Her vision froze before mouthing someone's name they couldn't make out. OH ho ho! So your subconsciousness know the figure chasing you! How juicy! Vaserus kicked Star, causing the small thing to jump up and hover in the air. Not nice missy! I'm just showing you what you wanted to see! Then be quiet will you! You paused the vision again! Vaserus flicked the vision back to life. The vision grew bigger and brighter, causing Vaserus to flinch in the darkness, before her eyes adjusted as the light dimmed. There the vision was rolling again and it showed the massive figure that her vision self had known by name. His wings were unfurled showing their mass and great glory, and his hands rested on his shoulders. Vaserus..you remember me my love. The stranger called to her vision self. Only in your dreams I can come to you now, but soon I will find you in the waking world. Vaserus froze in real life. Maybe this vision was something she had made up to feel better about herself. Star huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. As her vision self began to open her mouth to speak, Vaserus flicked it to pause it. What is it Star? You know what that old priest said before? You remember right? 'There will be a day when you remember what you are and whose coming for you.' I think he's talking about this. Star shrugged her arms in the arm. We already know what we are, but whose coming for you? Your subconsciousness knows but we don't. And? And well...the priest did call you 'cursed' and 'bound to run this earth into darkness.' So you think this has to pertain to my dreams. Vaserus laughed back non her arms and tilted her head up grunting. They are just dumb nightmares Star! Star leaned forward with a grunt and pinched the vision so it flicked back into play mode. Come to me, I'll wait for you. She listened to her vision self say and Vaserus blinked a few times blushing. Star busted out laughing. Oh no please! Don't come to me my wittle legs can't holds in their affection for you! Star mocked her and Vaserus rolled her eyes. OH Vaserus you are so easy to tease. So one, you are in love with a creepy alluring man in your dreams. Two, he wants to find you in the waking world. Three, you are sooo bad at pretending you aren't amused by this. Star counted on her fingers before grinning at Vaserus. Vaserus punched the vision causing the dream catcher to tumble and snap on the floor. Listen Star. Whatever he is or wants from me it can't be good! Star rolled her eyes and danced to the room to the previous night's dream catcher. You don't remember yesterday nights dream do you? Vaserus looked at her with angry brows. It was something about a past life and how you two would always find each other and blah blah blah 'oh we'll break this curse!' You have to remember your dreamy self saying that, right? Vaserus grunted. She hated being portrayed as a weak girl in love. I swear to God I will find this stupid man and kill him for letting me look like a fool! Awe but what if he's really your 'soul mate. Star fluttered her eyes in a dreamy gaze, no doubt mocking Vaserus more. OH shut up! Vaserus screamed. Vaserus x OC Yeah it was sort of an interesting way to put a plot, but sometimes I find rping the plot makes it a little easier to get the jest of the direction it's going in. Plot12 Pure as Snow The villagers had never done anything wrong. They stayed in their place, their territory and never ventured into the forest. They were trapped and surrounded by the woods and the monsters that dwelled in them. They had lived like this for centuries..Only going out to the nearest outskirts of the forest to collect minimal food, wood, and stones to survive. They also fished in their land in the morning never at night. Everyone new the nightly routine go into the nearest building at the first sign of nightfall, lock all the doors, turn off all the lights and sleep as soundlessly as one could. The monsters never really bothered going into the village unless food had been laid out by a villager forgetting. They often only circled around the large village before going into the large lake next to them and fishing. The villages had never worried about the monsters attacking the village and they had never bothered to try and understand or figure out what the creatures were. That had changed quickly. A pair of twins had been born in the night, it was not a safe thing. The monsters could smell it, the blood that came from the birth and the sounds of screaming of the mother in pain. They had been curious, they had ventured into the once forgotten village as a single house lit up. The people inside had been frantic, but they tried their best to muffle the mother. It was no use. As the first child was born, they had heard the monsters enter the town. They knew at the sound of wood being broken and large footsteps the monsters were coming right for them. Frightened, one of the hands helping birth the children took the first born and hide in the basement. It was only minutes later the second child was born, and the beast had found the front door. It had easily smashed through the door and ripped everyone on the first floor apart. Except...there was a baby crying on the first floor still. The Hand holding the first born downstairs waited, listening and fearing that the other would be killed. To the woman's surprise..she heard bones snapping and cries of pain before a soft voice called to the baby. Everyone was dead except for the beast and the child. The child seemed to stop crying and the beast soon departed with a soft whispering woman's voice and feet of a human's on the wood floor. This, losing her twin had caused her to become curious. She had grown up with the Hand that had saved her life, and every night when the monsters came she could hear a baby giggling. The little girl had felt a connection to the beasts, and she often wondered why they had only taken one of them and not both. Then questions had come to the Hand as the little girl grew. Where was her father? Why did he not live in the village? Why had their been flowers left at their doorstep every night? Would her twin ever come back? Curiosity had taken hold of her heart, and she had been intrigued to learn more of these beasts the village was so frightened of. So every night from her eighth birthday she had began to leave her light on from the attic. She would open the window and sit on the roof. She would hold a journal and pencil and she would wait. The beasts always came, she had always heard a child. Then she saw them for the first time. They were wolves, no larger then wolves. They moved quickly and with grace. There, in the middle was a person walking and holding a child in their hands as they went to her front door and left the flowers. She wanted to shout she wanted to ask them why they had kept her sibling and not her. Then she had heard it..the woman holding her twin scream a name and a No! She had heard it then, the large wolf on the rough tops coming straight for her. The only things she remembered next was hitting the floor and a new life had began..a life where she could no longer see and where she knew the truth about the wolves, the beasts. They were werewolves, but no one believed the spoutings of a girl with bloody claw marks over her eyes. There's so many questions she had left unanswered. So many things she will do even blind even dragging her body on the floor to find out...She might even do the unthinkable. An innocent girl, with innocent intentions bent on revealing the truth between the beasts and the village. Plot13 Under the Surface The pure bloods have always been the top of the food chain. They made the rules, they dictated who was sent to do what job or live where. They also could decide who got married if they wanted. Mostly the pure bloods interbred, to keep their blood strong, the other vampires below them, well..they meant little if they were made with a bite. It was them, the pure bloods, the elders who commanded everyone even their own children. When outsiders came and brought new vampires in, either they were deemed worthy or they were killed off. They had lived like this for thousands upon thousands of years, maybe even longer. A vampire child, a pure blood, was hard to come by. The vampires could mate, yes, but pregnancy was never guaranteed. Sometimes it was take centuries even thousands of years before a pure blood child was born. Even then some pure bloods went all their lives and died in battle without ever conceiving a child. That must have been why it was such a blessing when the pure bloods had conceived several children together. However there came a problem. Unlike minor vampires, pure bloods had problems when giving birth. They didn't conceive half breeds. Either the child was born full vampire or born full human. It only happened every once in a while that a child was born as a human and they often gave the baby away. That's why it was even more heart breaking when it was the only girl of the group that had been born human. It's true vampires matted, but the amount of pure blood females had dwindled from past wars. They had been the easier targets of the war, to take down the mates and cause the vampires to flea to try and create more of then. That had been the whole reason pure bloods, some without any dignity, had began mating with lesser vampires and thus creating half breeds and different ranks in the vampire system. That had also been the reason some of them had began changing humans, so they could parent something and bring their numbers up. Now they were paying for that mistake. They had numbers, yes, but they mainly consisted of lesser vampires with little to no powers that wanted more power. They were selfish, and the pure bloods were not happy with this. That must have been why the few of them had mated with other pure bloods to try and have pure blood babies. So they had more pure bloods to control the increasing annoying vampire population of idiots. So they had more leaders and more mates...and once again the attempt had backfired. They had several male pure blood babies and..one human girl. Humans aged differently than pure blood vampires babies. The human pure bloods were still pure bloods, just..well they kept aging till they died. The full vampire babies grew to their twenties, and stopped aging, where as the human pure bloods would keep growing and aging like a normal human till they died. However, there was a way to fix it. If they were patient, one of the pure bloods that wanted to mate with the human could wait until they hit their twenties and turn them. This would awaken the human's pure bloods vampire blood and let it corrupt them, so they too would be a pure blood vampire and not just a pure blood trapped in a human's body. It was not uncommon for the pure blood males to get impatient and turn the female before then, when the female was sixteen through nineteen, it just often ended badly. The brain would not develop any further and they were stuck in that age and mind set forever, or as long as they weren't staked. Some of them didn't mind, they liked it, having a child to always take care of, but the children often staked themselves. Most of them for the reason they were underdeveloped, some of them had never gone through puberty yet, they were embarrassed to be the young ones while all the other vampires were in their twenties..so once more actions had backfired. Yet another reason their numbers had dwindled and the pure bloods had nearly become extinct. The father had to make a choice. Either give up the human girl, or wait to change her or wait till another pure blood decided to change her...It's always hard to take care of a child whose addicted to the light when the family is addicted to the darkness...She is after all, just another pure blood under the surface of her skin. Daddy x Daughter Plot14 Fight for Dominance For millions of years they have been hiding in plain sight. Fighting for their territory with other shape shifters. Finally they have found a place to call home, one that can not be taken away from them. London, Paris. Its everything shes ever known and she has no room to let another shape shifter get in her way. Crawling up the ranks from nothing to something that is the life Dexos has created for herself here. What can stop her from making it to become one the first female shape shifters to be at the top ever in their history? London, their home has gone untouched by other shape shifters for as long as she could remember and probably longer. They have their treaties, they have their rules. However, they had not made treaties with all the shape shifters in the world. During the holocaust some of the shape shifters had been pushed out of their homeland and had to hide. They had to look for somewhere safe. No one wanted to be discovered and killed, not because they were handicap, Jewish, etc, it would be for the simple fact they were different. So the shape shifters in Europe hide underground. It has been years since WWII and the 20th century began long ago. Once idle underground in Europe old forgotten shape shifters have emerged. They must go hunting, looking for new places to call their home. These other shape shifters have been moving around Europe trying to find a place where other shape shifters lived, a place where they have no treaty keeping them at bay. London, thats why it is so promising. Dexoss family has never seen these group of shape shifters, has never heard of them. Now they step into the streets of London . There is no treaty they want, there is no treaty they have ever made with one another. They are taking jobs, blending into society and bringing up their lives. Which makes it harder to get rid of them. Especially since most of Dexoss family has lived in the shadows of London, not drawing any attention to themselves. These new comers are doing just that. They are trying to be human, make relations with normal beings, and some of them are even becoming famous....Dexos has already been given the task to get rid of them, or make them bend to their rules. How exactly is she suppose to get rid of them when they are acting more human than shes used to? She could dispose of them like an animal, but then again they know exactly that there are other shape shifters here, and they would not be afraid to point fingers. A fights beginning to brew in London, for which of the groups get to stay. There will be some casualties, their will be blood, their will be tears, and one of them will lose. The question is who? Why? How?..and what do they plan to do with the other when they win? Another werewolf plot Dexos x other pack werewolf Plot15 Ghostly Touch The glorious summer of 2013 couldn't have gotten here any faster. She's graduated from high school, going to college in a new city without her parents and what's more? Yosa is renting an old abandoned house and fixing it up. Nothing seems wrong, it's just an old house that needs some love. Her uncle and aunt had picked out the old run down Georgian styled home for their niece figuring she would like it so. However beautiful the outside of the house is, the inside is atrocious. Boards are scattered on the ground, flooring is missing, the stairs are gone, and Yosa is in over her head with a summer full of labor. She's traveled to this small house, repairing it as best she can to it's former glory so she might be able to move in. After all, the college semester has not started yet and Yosa has plenty of time to sleep on the old floor in a sleeping bag after a hard day of labor. For the first several nights of sleeping on the floor, nothing seemed to be wrong. Everything seemed to be accurate, an old house with a pretty punk girl sleeping in it fixing it up, it was only on the 7th night things began to get weird. Yosa was startled awake by something falling and breaking on the kitchen floor. She had climbed out of her sleeping bag as quickly as she could and ran to see what it was. The tile that had neatly been placed on one of the marble counters that was done had been thrown across to the other side of the kitchen and shattered into a million pieces. No way could something like that have moved on it's own. At first Yosa decides to ignore this event until a slight chill crawls up her back and she hears footsteps in the living room where she had just come from. Her mind is running a hundred different scenarios in it at a time, but the one thing it keeps falling to is an intruder in the house. The closest neighbor is ten miles away and Yosa is surrounded by land. The house is an easy target for a home invasion and Yosa is prepared for just that. She grabs a hammer, turning to enter the living room again as all the lights in the house suddenly shut off. She swings the hammer about wildly as voices start muttering all around her. Yosa's frightened, but she isn't about to go down without a fight. At the moment she is swinging around the hammer like a mad woman she feels something, touching her, a hand? Yosa flinches trying to get away from the hand but then there's another and before she knows it she's unarmed, defenseless and trying to swat away the grabbing hands. A light flickers on, startling her as she sees nothing there, but she can still feel them, hands crawling up and down her skin, someone pressing into her a voice laughing. Frightened, Yosa runs into another room only to have the door slammed closed on her and locked. She tries to run to the window to get out, but something is holding the window down as if it was bolted. That mocking laughter, it's in her ear taunting her. First thought was that it was a home invasion, now Yosa is figuring herself mad. There is a voice in her head, hands on her body touching her in the no no parts, and she's sure there is nothing there. Trapped in a room with the doors and windows locked and...the lights shut off again this time causing her to scream in surprise as she looks down. Visible the hands are now that are touching her, but they are glowing and hungry for attention. She isn't one to believe in ghosts, but there's no more doubting on what this might as of this moment. Can ghosts really be sex crazed? How is it that the hands feel as though the person is actually there with her. Is there some secrete she can reveal about this haunting? Or will Yosa get pulled down with the ghost's desires and her own?