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Thread: Canon Souls (Mystearica & HeartOfTheDarkness)

The land of Dark Souls. A land once ruled by dragons. They did as they pleased and crushed those lower than them with an iron fist. They were seen as immortal divinities, at least until the day came when the four lords rose up and defeated the unstoppable dragons. Nito, the first of the dead, the Witch of Izalith, and her daughters of chaos, Gywn, the lord of Sunlight, and the furtive pygmy, so easily forgotten. With the help of Seath the Scaleless, betrayer of his own kind, the dragons lost their status as the dominators of this world. With the fall of the dragons, the Age of Fire soon followed. A time when humanity prospered, where civilization grew in the absence of their draconic dictators. Unfortunately, the fire has now begun to burn out, and all that has been left behind his now darkness. With the flames of life now withered, monsters and the undead roam the lands. They fill the once beautiful cities , and they've turned various areas into lands of blight and death . Few adventurers dare to leave the safety of their small colonies, out of fear of the various horrors that await them. Lately though, a strange phenomena has occurred. Visitors from other worlds have begun to appear and have begun travelling the world. Lost and confused, they foolishly embark on a quest to explore the land and figure out a way home. Unfortunately, most have not made it through their journeys safely. Being crushed, maimed, devoured, and so on, many of these new visitors have faced a horrible fate. And for the female adventurers, they have often suffered a worse fate. With the presence of a female in the flesh being a rare occurrence, when the creatures of this world come across one, they often become overcome with their basic primal urges, desiring her body in order to procreate. And should the beast have his way with her, it's highly unlikely that she'll be walking away from that encounter with her life. And so, our story begins in the Undead Asylum , where many of these visitors first begin their quests.
Thread: Canon Souls (Mystearica & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Garnet Til Alexandrios' head was swimming. One minute she had been on Tantalus' airship, booking it out of Alexandria in her desperate bid to get to Lindblum... but then there had been the forest and the crash and... Blankness. Garnet cradled her head until the walls around her slowed to a crawl, and they finished solidifying in place as she stood. She held onto the wall, taking a stumbling step forward. The first thing she noticed that was off was that the wall she touched was pure stone -- she'd been on the deck of the airship, so how could hse possibly have been touching stone? Slick stone, too, all covered in ichor and a sort of clamminess that she couldn't put words to. She had to be in some kind of fort, but she'd been in the castles in Alexandria and Lindblum -- this looked nothing like either. Hello? Steiner? Garnet called as she set off from that dimly lit cell, using a key she found in the general detritus strewn about the floor. She went down the corridor, her boots scuffing orange-red messages burnt into the floor. She needed to get out of here, needed to get to Lindblum, or failing that, as much as it pained her... home. But as she went, she heard the rustling of people in the stone hallways...
Thread: Canon Souls (Mystearica & HeartOfTheDarkness)

The halls of the asylum were filled with enemies, Hollows as they were called. Once brave adventurers that traveled the world, now literally husks of their former selves. Most of them have been driven mad by the darkness of this dying world, while others have submitted to their defeat and have accepted their cruel fates as withered humans destined to suffer. In the halls just outside of the prison cell Garnet woke up in, a few hollowed soldiers lay scattered around. Many of them groaned, suffering their eternal pain, wishing to be human again, but will never be able to do so. One of the hollows noticed the attractive young woman beginning to walk down the hall. Finally seeing signs of human life after ages of being alone, and the guest being a woman, the hollow felt a sudden burst of energy. While he was unable to bring himself the stand, the withered human quickly began to crawl its way to Garnet, quickly grabbing onto her ankles and trying to pull her down. This was a strange feeling, a feeling of desire. While it would normally want to attack and absorb the humanity of intruders, he wanted more from this woman. He desired her body, to caress her, to violate her. As the hollow continued to try and push her down, he began tearing into her clothes, ripping into the fabric and beginning to expose her smooth legs.
Thread: Canon Souls (Mystearica & HeartOfTheDarkness)

Garnet was not, by nature, a violent girl. Sure -- she knew some of healing magic and held a deep reserve of power deep inside of her. But she was not a spectacularly strong person to begin with. Being a princess will do that to you. Which was why she was slow on the uptake when a creature starting clambering toward her, and too slow to act to stop what was to come. Garnet screamed when a hand grabbed at her ankle. Get off of me! Go! she screamed as she took a kick at its head. The move unbalanced her and allowed him to jerk her off of her other foot. She hit the ground hard and let out a sharp retort of pain. No! she screamed, kicking at it again and only serving to have the leg of her orange tights ripped. The pants were easy to rip, the soft fabric tearing under the strain, revealing nice long and wonderfully smooth pale legs that led all the way to a full behind. She grabbed at the hollow's head, trying to claw and bat him away before he could do more. But it was going to all be in vain.
Thread: Canon Souls (Mystearica & HeartOfTheDarkness)

It was amazing. For a creature that looked like a withered old corpse, it was surprisingly powerful. It tore through Garnet's pants with ease, and it continued to claw at her clothes as it took her attacks, almost as if it was nothing. The hollow succeeded in spreading Garnet's legs apart and ripping her white panties off, revealing her pussy to the creature. At the same time, a second hollow came crawling up to her, ripping into her shirt and shredding the rest of her clothes off, leaving the girl completely naked, with the exception of a few scraps of clothes still on here and there. The hollow in between Garnet's legs moved its face closer to her glistening pussy, and began licking her. It's dry, rough tongue began to taste her sweet womanly juices, digging into her with every lick. Its face was soon buried between her legs, with its hands holding own her legs, keeping them spread apart in order to allow it to get into her as deep as possible. It was one of the sweetest things that the creature has ever tasted. Having forgotten what it was once like to be human, it was now being given new life as it violated this young girl's body. Meanwhile, the other hollow began to caress Garnet's breasts, licking and biting one of them, while its hands began squeezing and scratching her other breast. While the girl's screams weren't going to fall onto deaf ears, nothing was going to come and help her. Instead, her screams began to draw the attention of other hollows scattered throughout the asylum as the withered beings all slowly made their way to the hallway, wanting to investigate the pleasant screams of the girl that was being violated.
Thread: The Pet Shop Mistake (RedHeadPersephone x Olsender)

It was the strangest advertisement. Garnet Wims stared at the paper to make sure it was for real. A pet shop that delivered the pets to your door? How did one know if they liked their pet? Wasn't that half the fun of going to a shelter or pet shop was to look at all the eager little puppies and kitties and pick? Can't hurt to try, she muttered. It was another lonely night, and Garnet was tired of being alone. Ever since her she caught her ex in bed with her best friend, she had been in a self-imposed dating exile. But, she wanted some kind of companionship. Calling up the number, she decided on a dog. I need a friendly one. You know, a cute little scamp who will greet me when I get home, curl up on the couch and watch movies, and maybe guard the house when I'm gone, she said. I don't have a breed in mind. That's okay, miss. We do offer a trial period where you can see if you are compatible with your new pet. If you decide you are not, just trade him or her in. Do you have a preference? Garnet thought for a moment. I'd like a boy dog. Why not, they might be better guards. Your pet will arrive tomorrow. Please be sure to be home to accept delivery. We will bill you after the week trial period. Yay! Garnet couldn't believe she actually did that. She could just imagine all the things she and her new puppy would do take long walks, cuddle on the couch, play fetch in the park. The next morning, she called in sick to work. She left only long enough to pick up new pet supplies and rushed home. Just as she finished deciding where in the kitchen the dog bowl would go, there was a knock on her door. She opened it up, eager to meet her new friend.
Thread: To the Highest Bidder (RedHeadPersephone x NightSoul)

Even among all the buildings in London, the Dempsey had character. It loomed over the street like some black-hearted villain, eager to snatch its prey. Every window was covered by thick, red velvet drapes and it was the only establishment that had a second entry door. Those who tried to peek inside the foyer only saw a small room with the real entry door on the far wall. Lady Lucretia Moreshead never dreamed she'd ever see the inside of the Dempsey. It was a gentleman's only club, one that didn't even employ female servants. Women were not allowed anywhere near its hallowed walls. Had she tried to get in, she would have been refused. However, being kidnapped out of Lord Edmond's garden during his most boring dinner party yet was not how she expected to see the Dempsey. Finding herself stripped nearly naked and shoved into a grand bedchamber was certainly not in her imagination. She had the strangest feeling she was being watched. The door opened and man in a mask walked in. You will not try to escape, he ordered. Now, on your feet. What is going on? Why have you brought me here? The Master brought you here. You are part of the auction. Now, stand. The bidders need to look at you. Not sure what to do, Lucretia stood. She was paraded out of the room and into a larger room filled with men in masks. Forced to stand on a stage, she was subjected to the worst humiliations. Her chemise, her last layer of protection from their eyes, was torn away. She felt her face grow hot as the first masked man talked about her body as if she were a piece of meat. She will be waiting in her room. The bidding will start soon. Lucretia fell on the bed and sobbed. She had a feeling she knew what was next. Someone, a gentleman of the nobility, would buy her like some common servant. Some man with whom she probably danced with at a party or knew by association would come in and harm her. Why would they do this to her? She was a lady! Sniffling, she wiped away her tears just as she heard the door knob twist. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
Thread: To the Highest Bidder (RedHeadPersephone x NightSoul)

Deep inside the secret labyrinth that was the Dempsey, Alfred Ravensdale sat in a high back chair sipping at a glass of scotch. The amber liquid gently rolling past his lips and down his throat before he let out a sigh. Partly he was feeling impatient for the festivities of the evening to begin, but also he had some apprehension drifting about him. Alfred, although young by comparison to most other members who wandered about the Dempsey, had much to prove since recently joining the ranks of the elite. He rose from his chair and straightened his jacket before donning the brass and silver mask that had been set beside him. He made his way from the private lounge to the auction area. This would be his first but he had heard that they managed to acquire all sorts to put upon the block. When all was done he was handed a key and pointed to a door where his prize awaited. Upon the block the sight of her made him lose his breath and he had known then that she would be his, no matter the cost. Cost him it did. Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds he offered up, but it secured him the stunning creature that he witnessed stripped of her pride and dignity. He placed the key in the lock and then turned the knob. The door creaked open slowly and he stepped into the room closing it behind him. His eyes landed upon his prize he head in the pillow upon the bed, she hadn't even bothered to try and cover herself as she lay there. Rise from the bed and let me see you, he spoke confidently and sternly. I'll not have you lolling about like some worthless tart.
Thread: To the Highest Bidder (RedHeadPersephone x NightSoul)

At first, Lucretia stared at the man at the door. He carried himself like the nobility, but he offered no reassurance. Her father always said redheads had the worse temper something about her grandmother's Irish blood. At that moment, Lecretia's temper snapped. A worthless tart? She stood up and marched over to him, forgetting that she was still naked. I will have you know, sir, that I am a lady. Lady Lucretia Moreshead of the Davenshire Moresheads to be exact. I am not, sir, a tart. Worthless or otherwise! Crossing her arms, she continued, If you had any decency in you, you would help me escape from here and we will never speak of this again. She tried to keep her composure, but as that first burst of anger started to fade, she felt less confident. She looked at this man, trying to figure out who he really was. She was almost certain she had met him before, but it was hard to tell his exact features. With a mask on, he looked like so many other gentleman. Shivering slightly, she quickly went back to the bed and grabbed a blanket. Wrapping it around her, she turned back to her capture. Well? Aren't you going to get me out of here? The longer he stood there, the less confident she was. His comment on her being like a tart stung her, and now it frightened her. Dear god, he didn't think that she was just some strumpet for his amusement? For the first time, she realized how powerless she was. Even if she got out of the this room, where would she go? They had her clothes.
Thread: The Frozen Queen ~~ Ironic and Isenhart

Oh, if only Elsa was awake to witness the horrible acts that were being committed in her kingdom, especially to her poor guards that were being taken down one by one, but luckily their lives were spared. Silently they continued out throughout her kingdom, and sooner than later, they found a way into her castle, searching for her being completely vulnerable. Anna, on the other hand, was the type of girl that enjoyed staying up late with the thousands of thoughts that ran through her head. Everyone wondered how she could be so energetic, but Anna was just, well, Anna. In her room, Anna lied on her bed, gazing up at the snowflakes and stars that were painted on the ceiling of her room, glowing in the dark as the moonlight shined in her room through her opened window. Her toes tapped at the end of her bed, sighing as she grew bored of laying there doing nothing. The Sky's awake, so I'm awake... she silently whispered to herself something she said ever since she was young. Sitting up quickly on her bed, she wrinkled her face a bit, thinking of what to do at an hour like this, until a cracking sound echoed in her ears. Immediately, she stood up, her head searching throughout her room. Where did that sound come from?! She shouted in her head, tiptoeing towards her bedroom door slowly, placing her ear up against the door. Footsteps were heard downstairs, and she was considering if it was a guard or not. Slowly, she took her hand on the doorknob and began to twist is softly, not wanting to make any sudden sounds that would frighten whatever it was away. Hearing the door click of release, she opened it up, trying her best to avoid the creaking sound that old doors would make, but thankfully, it did not do that like it usually does. Sighing, she tiptoed to the balcony that was by the stairs, looking down to see downstairs, and there she seen a mysterious black figure escape off to the side of the room, disappearing as quickly as she seen it. Startled by this, regardless if it was a guard or not she still didn't even know what it was, she ran into her room, opening the door quickly and closing it softly, she pressed her back up against the wall, breathing heavily as her chest moved frantically. Anna was known to overreact on situations, but this, she was unsure about. Oh no no... It's probably just a guard inspecting something... she told herself, but the sound was so... unfamiliar? It almost sounded like someone dropping to the ground. No no... She shook her head, walking to her bed and jumping in it, pulling the covers over her and acting as if the covers was a source of protection from the boogy-man. She shook violently under her covers, shutting her eyes tightly and hoping that the fear would drain out of her that way.
Thread: The Frozen Queen ~~ Ironic and Isenhart

Stay close and stay alert, one of the cloaked figures whispered in a voice so quiet that it might as well have not even been uttered to anyone further away than a few inches. It was a female voice, soft and surprisingly gentle for someone who had just helped take down the vast majority of the castle guards. Despite the softness of the voice, the other figures seemed to have heard it, as they offered the slightest of nods. The three figures that had entered the front door moved cautiously into the primary chamber of the large castle. Doors lined the walls, going off into who-knew-where, while two staircases wound upwards to a balcony that overlooked the massive room. Pictures and portraits could be seen on the walls above, but it was impossible to make out what they might be of in the blackness of the night. Other simple decorations were scattered along the walls between the many doors, but the center of the room was entirely empty, save for the luxurious red rug that had been sprawled out over the wooden floors. The interior of the castle was every bit as beautiful and elegant as one might have guessed, but the intruders had no time to take in the scenery. Remember that we are here only for Queen Elsa and Princess Anna, that soft and gentle voice whispered out again. They are to be captured alive so that they can stand a proper trial for their witchcraft in full view of the foreign dignitaries. The dignitaries... That was right! Tomorrow was the two-year anniversary of Elsa's coronation. A party had been planned and the rulers of all of Arendelle's trade partners, allies, and surrounding kingdoms had all been invited to attend. It was to be a grand ball to be held in the evening, followed by a feast fit for twenty kings that night. The shadowed figures, however, had other plans. They would, instead, put Elsa and Anna to trial for the crime of witchcraft in the castle's courtyard in full view of all of the event's attendees. These dignitaries would then return to their own kingdoms with the words of the figures at heart - sorcery would not be tolerated. Their crusade against these dark magics would not stop until all witches and warlocks were wiped from the world. Meanwhile, while the three figures advanced into the castle, the lone figure that had ascended to the balcony atop the tower had reached its destination. There, the figure found a door that would take him into the castle. This was just as he had hoped. The figure advanced toward the door and reached out to push gently upon it. It wasn't locked. Why would it be? Surely, no one would have expected someone to climb the lattice outside unnoticed by the guards. Unsure of where this door would lead him, the figure advanced as cautiously as his friends in the main chamber. As he stepped through the door, his footsteps made no sound - none of the figures seemed to make much sound, really. That skill would be pivotal to their success.
Thread: The Frozen Queen ~~ Ironic and Isenhart

Anna stayed in her bed, quivering beneath her warm covers, her eyes still shut tightly, her breathing hardening to try and calm herself down. Anna was once to over-react, regardless of the situation causing herself to escalate into a panic attack almost each and every time. Removing her thoughts of what the situation could be, she took her mind and set it to something smoother, and later eventually calming herself down, her breathing slowly turning back to normal as her thoughts continued to be good instead of her current worries. You're probably just too tired and hearingseeing things anyways. She chuckled to herself, and not surprisingly, this happened to her frequently thinking that she heard or seen something to be out of ordinary, but this feeling stuck with her unlike the previous ones. Sighing softly, she blew a stray hair out of her face, twiddling her fingers as her eyes stared at the ceiling once more. Just got to bed and you will be fine, this always happens to you anyways... She reassured herself - funny how she was even talking out loud to herself in the first place. Unaware of her current dangers, she rolled over on one side, her eyes still wide as she took her hands and cuffed them together, holding them closely to her chest as her legs rolled up in a tight ball close to her chest. Think of Kristoff, Olaf and Elsa, that'll make you sleep for sure! She determinedly spoke as she nestled in her covers, resting her eyes as her thoughts once more played out the wonderful sights of the ones she loved. In the other room, Elsa still slept while the cloaked figures continued on their deed, wanting to show to entire world of what a wicked witch she truly is. Sure, she wasn't the best at controlling her powers, but at least she was better than two years ago. As with any story, there were some that agreed and some that disagreed, but no one brought it up to attention during the two years after the incident, well that is until now... Anna couldn't sleep still, but she continued to keep her eyes closed just in case her body wore herself out and forced her weary eyes to rest. Yawning softly, she buried her head under the blankets to keep her warm, her breath acting as a heater for her. Poor Anna should of just walked downstairs to see what that figure was instead of thinking that it wasn't anything, but this time it certainly was.