Thread: Seeking Romance Rps~ The epic search for a Lit Male Dom

RE Seeking Romance Rps Taken Fantasy Plots 1 The Sculptor and The Coven Ivora had the perfect life. She worked with her father building statues for the city for the aristocrats, the wealthy. They weren't the wealthiest of families, the aristocrats buying their art for pennies and turning a profit, but they made a living. She had never imagined life any other way. Sculpting, studying finer arts and being with her family was all Ivora had ever wanted, but her parents had other plans. The grand meister's son birthday was always all the rage, and this year? He was turning five. What's more? All the Lords and Ladies from bordering lands had come to join the celebration, families long forgotten presumed dead. Ivora and her father were tasked with creating a grand sculpture for the child, and as wished it was done. However, the lordship had asked them to deliver it personally, and as asked they did so. The act was awkward. Ivora had always been used to her little town, being in the shop and surrounded by rock instead of people. Now? People swarmed her, watching her and not the sculpture. When the sculpture is presented, Ivora is ready to leave, to go, but someone stops her. Her father? Why? He wishes to introduce her to an old friend and the man with his wife don't look a day over thirty. In fact...most all of the people in the ball room look relatively young. How long have you known them? Ivora asks her father. A little over thirty years.. Ivora, scorning her father in whispers drags him away from his friends. Dad..You are fifty, they look like they just turned thirty. How is that? Her father stops her patting her on the shoulder to reassure her. Ivora..please, these people will take good care of you. Uncertain with this, Ivora decides to try and leave, but the doors are closed and locked...A scream sounds in Ivora's ears. Her father? As she turns around she sees her father laughing as a woman kneels on the ground bloody and crying. Her arms? They are missing? Then she sees them, the men holding the bloody arms and the dark..thick moving tendrils that roll over the woman's flesh. Her eyes, they are glowing. Tell us demon...which coven are you from? Startled Ivora watches with wide eyes as the woman gets to her feet laughing and barring fangs as she snaps at her father. Ivora flinches but she's unable to move and she watches in horror as a man reaches forward and pulls the woman's jaw from her body if it was nothing more then a twig. Overwhelmed...Ivora faints. Waking up in the shop startles Ivora. Was all that madness a dream? Without thinking more about it, Ivora starts to go to work on a sculpture only to find a note by her station. A note that reads Forgive us for the intrusion, Tolon, but it seems one of our guests has taking a fancy in your daughters work. I will send them by the shop later to meet with her.. Also, it seems these attacks are becoming more frequent then we would like and since you are an old friend of ours, we shall send guards to watch you and your family. Good day, Avrid and Marlsa. That's only the beginning of the change in her life. 2 Hell's many gates Yaruk! Stop! She was surrounded, holding off the demons that pouring out of the gates around her as she screamed at her brother to stop. He was getting dangerously close to a portal she had not seen before. It was glowing, swirling with orange and blue and in the middle it pooled to make black before expanding. A door was formed as her brother's fingers touched the liquid of the portal, a doorway to Hell... Her ally sliced a demon in half, grabbing her arm to pull her back from a demon as it lunged and dug itself into the ground when it missed her. Watch it Onna! The Man shouted before pushing her forward to the portal her brother was stepping through. She stumbled before running, steel whip in hand. Her brother turned to look at her as she grabbed his arm. He was hanging out of the portal, half of his face hidden in darkness. Yaruk! Onna shouted, barring her teeth. Her brother smiled evilly as he started to pull her into the portal. Stop! Onna shouted swinging the whip around and catching it on a rock behind her as she tried to move backwards, pulling them out. Her brother fought with her and ultimately sunk his talons into her side. Onna Cried, his talons easily cutting through her armor and latching onto her flesh. Why are you doing this? Her brother laughed, the whip was giving way slicing through the rock. Don't you want to see it Onna? The world reborn? Onna shook her head as her brother dug his talons further into her flesh. Her feet were slipping, rock kicking up as the whip cut through the rock more. Stop this madness Yaruk! I command it! Yaruk pulled his face from the portal bringing it only millimeters from Onna's face. She could see it then. His flesh becoming tainted from the madness, from all the summoning of portals he had brought. From all the killing of innocents he had initiated. He smiled at her, Don't you want to know what we really are? Onna ground her teeth. We aren't like them Yaruk! We aren't demons! Onna! We are! I'll show you! Onna cried as he tugged on her side and the whip cut through the rock sending her flying into the portal with her mad brother..