Thread: Let's Plot!

Writing examples I can be Anything you Want me to be... The Seductress Not much is known about the pale, fair mistress except for the information that has been passed around the towns she visits. A succubus who preys on young, vivacious men by night, seducing them and draining their life force and feeding off of it. She refers to herself as the Imaginary Friend but her true name, whilst unknown to most, is Adrina. She can hypnotize men and bend them to her will when her visage fails. Sometimes, Adrina will keep a man as her pet, slowly draining him and allowing him time to recuperate his life force instead of taking him at once. The succubus never remains in one place for long however, when the humans get too close to finding her, she moves on to another town, sometimes not returning for decades, sometimes centuries. Adrina lay strewn about the silk sheets in the house of her most recent prey. He was a handsome young lad with green eyes and sandy blonde hair. The night before she flirted with the man over drinks in a dim pub of sorts. As they stumbled over the damp cobbles toward his mansion, he'd grabbed her and pulled her close. She could feel his warmth, that heart beat pumping his hot blood through his veins. He whispered that she was beautiful and buried his face in the soft, smooth flesh of her neck and shoulder, his breath hot on her cool skin. She knew he had him then. She was almost surprised at how easy this one had been as he was laying her down on these exquisite sheets. She didn't even mind spending the night wrapped in his arms as she listened to him sleep, awaken, and she every so slowly drank that sweet, young life force from his lips. A few minutes before, the man whose name she couldn't even remember had risen, groaning and stretching. She pretended to be asleep through it all, feeling his fingertips on her bare shoulder before he got up to go about his morning routine, bathing and freshening up. He would feel a bit more tired than usual, but she knew he would blame the drink from last night. He must have had work to attend to because he went about quickly but quietly. She could smell the cologne on him as he made his way out. As he was entering his carriage to take him to whatever destination he had ahead, she sat up and waited until the carriage was out of sight before she herself rose for the day. She knew she would want to hurry about her business before the sun was too high in the sky for her to bear being outside for too long before she got too uncomfortable. Adrina helped herself to a cool bath, soaking her body and her long, thick, auburn waves beneath the surface. When she was done, she slipped into a soft, silk robe and rifled through the closet for something fresh to wear. As she suspected, this man did not have a lack for fine ladies clothes and she knew that he must be married. She smirked as she picked out a lovely outfit fit for the opera with long sleeves and full skirts. Its high neck and big, matching hat would provide enough relief from the day's sunlight for her to make it to the night's adventures. She slipped on a thick fur coat for good measure and donned the hat after fixing her hair to match the latest fashion. She was thankful that London weather always promised foggy days for the most part as she stepped outside into the fading dawn. I think She whirled away and headed onto the streets of London, wondering what this new day would offer her. ...I'm Your Imaginary Friend Born in raised in England on a farm with a large plot of land. We were a humble family that raised sheep. Before I was born there started to be a number of disappearances and brutal, vicious murders happening in our nearby towns, my family went to work with a few other families and church groups to make efforts to discover the cause of these disappearances and put a stop to them. It was not long before it was revealed that these killings were the work of the supernatural. My family spent years learning how to combat these creatures, building up a collection of weapons and lore all designed to destroy these creatures for good. When I was born, it was my duty, responsibility, and obligation to continue the family's line of work as long as these creatures still remained in this world. From a young age, I was trained on the combat, operation of weaponry, and creating concoctions, poultices, and various tools to keep these creatures at bay and to kill and destroy them. Many things were passed down to the children in our family to keep the circle of protection in the family line. The preservation of our art was most important as well and we were encouraged to seek out places where supernatural creatures were becoming a problem and eradicate it. We also had a responsibility to spread the knowledge of keeping these creatures from returning and instilling people with the tools and weapons to destroy them without outside help. When I was eighteen, I embarked on my first mission with my own team of bounty hunters to take down a pack of werewolves that had been terrorizing a small village for months. It was on this trip that my most tragic incident took place. I was foolish in my attempts to take down the werewolf pack and mistakenly put my sixteen year old brother in danger. The numbers of the werewolf pack were seriously underestimated and we soon found ourselves surrounded. To protect my brother from a deathly blow from one of the creatures as he was turning, I stood in its path. I suffered from a bad claw wound on the side of my torso and the beast was able to take a chunk out of my arm with his savage teeth. I was forced to flee with my brother, leaving the rest of my team behind to perish as we struggled to make it back to safety. Horrified by what I had done, I left my unconscious brother with a group of nuns and escaped before anyone knew what would become of me. I knew I would have no home with my family and I knew that I would become the very thing I hated. I had to destroy the werewolf pack before I could die in peace. I lived on as something I hated to make sure I do this deed. Continuing in my line of work, taking on different bounties that were placed on creatures of the supernatural world to make money and get by. With my beast blood, I am more efficient to do this task, it is easier and better that I put myself in danger to protect others. When the night of the full moon comes every month, I make sure to find a fortified place to ride out my transformation, keeping everyone, including myself out of danger. I will not rest until the ones responsible for this, and the death of my comrades are safely in their graves and buried six feet under the earth.b I've been told I was once full of love and laughter. But that was before I lost everything. Now I am distrusting and guarded at all times. I am very protective of the weak and caring of others. I try to be kind to humans, but never let anyone get too close or personal. I prefer to keep to myself. The farther I keep others away from me, the less likely anyone is to get hurt. I can be quick to anger if I see something bad happen or when confronted with an enemy of mine which would be anything supernatural. I try to keep in under control because I don't want to turn if I don't have to. The snarling beast's ears twitched as she heard another, mournful howl off in the distance. Every minutes she stayed in the room, the more angry the beast was getting. She threw her head back and answered the howl with another furious one of her own after she heard the second howl. She tossed her head around, looking for a way out. The monster headed for the door and lifted a savage, clawed paw and gave a vicious swipe at the wooden furniture blocking her path. With a yelp the wolf jumped back, nearly losing her balance as she did. There was now a burning sensation on her paw where she'd touched the furniture. She moved forward again, hackles raised as she gave the barricade a weary sniff. The smell burned her nose as she recoiled from it once more, turning to find another way. She tried the window with the same effect. Angry, the wolf turned to the side door and charged it, hitting it square in the middle with her shoulder. Again, the beast howled with pain and fury as the stench of the wolfsbane filled her nose. As useless as it seemed to the giant, grey she-wolf, she could not sit still. She tried the barricade again, this time swiping at it angrily with a beastly growl. Her paw seemed to shred right through the antique wood of the barricade. Encouraged, the beast continued to shear off pieces of the furniture blocking her path. Suddenly, she froze, sniffing the air, listening. She turned, trying to figure out what was tugging at her senses. She tried to climb atop of what remained of the furniture, but the surface burned her paws still. She snarled and howled again, her rage evident in the wild sound from her throat. She shifted her weight and shouldered the barricade with the force of her brute strength, shoving with her claws dug into the stone floor. She began to aim for the bottom rather than the tops where she kept getting burned, ignoring the horrible stench that made the werewolf want to run away. She snapped her jaws shut around a splintered piece of wood and shook her head savagely, sharp chunks of wood flying everywhere as she did so. The werewolf had eventually taken to sprinting around the room on the walls as if her objective were to destroy the building from the inside out if she could. Her claws were leaving deep gouge marks on the walls and whenever she ran over the wood boards on the windows or the wood pile at the barricade, she left a little less of it each turn. A splintery pile of sawdust and kindling was collecting around the doors and window. The werewolf jumped to the ceiling, digging in deep with her claws as she sneered, saliva glistening on her white fangs as she struggled to maintain her grip, trying to get out. When she dropped to the ground, she became eerily silent, listening again. Then.. Thump! The werewolf turned toward the sound near the front corner of the building, springing toward the sound with a snarl, her hackles bristling again. She sprinted and rammed the front door with enough force to destroy what was left of the barricade in a puff of dust and splinters. She backed up to the far wall and rammed it again, creating quite a ruckus. with each hit, the iron hinges creaked in protest, threatening to bust from the wall where they were fastened. The wolf's claws raked against the door and the walls, ignoring the sharp pains that lanced up her arms whenever she brushed her paw over a spot of wolfsbane. The two figures stood before their brand new tea shop. A small, dismal little building, but that didn't stop the taller of the two to be quivering with excitement. Or it could have been it was hard to tell at this hour. Both wore cloaks about their shoulders, enshrouding their bodies within the curtain of it's shadow, and both wore strange, over sized hats that flopped down over their heads, the base sagging beneath the sheer weight of the hats. The taller one had golden curls spilling down her cloak to her thighs, the ringlets and waves catching the dim silvery light when it could. The other figure was dramatically shorter and looked so squat in her poofy, dress and robe it was almost comical to behold. Strands of angry red hair sprung out from beneath her hat, but hers was much shorter, coming down to her neck. And odd haircut for a girl of her age truly but judging by the disarrayed state it was in, it was apparent she would be unable to handle much more than that. Will you quit bouncin' around like that? We are business owners now! We must be professional. The short one instructed with a dignified tone in her voice which was high pitched and too loud. Oh Winnie! I can't help it! I'm too excited! I just can't believe I am going to walk into my very own store! The girl rushed for the door, her long, slender legs taking her there in two steps while the shorter of the two had to make a short sprint to keep up with the other. Let me open it, Bonnie! I want to do it! She demanded, grabbing for the key in the other girl's hand. She held it out of reach, the metal glinting in the moonlight. She struggled against the grabby hands of the tiny girl as she grumbled, Winnie! No! Stop! We agreed that I could open it tonight! And you can open it tomorrow! You always get to go first! Let me! The girl's squabbled over the key for a few more moments before the shorter girl finally snatched it away from the other, and not before literally climbing the body of the other to reach her hand, the blond struggling to free herself. With a satisfying click click the tiny girl pushed the door open to admit herself and her now sulking business partner. Winnie ran inside like a little kid inside a candy shop. She immediately began sizing up the space for their store, holding her hands up as she described her vision. Ah Bonnie! I can see it now! Tables over here! The counter is perfect! We'll decorate with...maybe jars of preserved things. Or maybe skulls! Bonnie had quickly forgotten about being upset earlier and had a new grin on her face as she looked around. But at the mention of Winnie's ideas for decorating, her expression turned to horror. That is no way to decorate a tea shop, Winnie! Look, interior design is one of the things I'm good at! I grew up in a house of women! And it's a lot of work, you'll be too busy decorating to run the manager duties of the shop...and then I guess I'll be forced to-- Winnie punched the wall beside the girl with an adamant, NO! The other girl flinched, but grinned down at her small friend, waiting to hear what she would say. Fine, go ahead and do the stupid decorating. I'll be doing to important jobs. She assured the other as if it had been her idea all along. We should go bring our trunks in. She told the other before heading to the door again to do just that. It wasn't long before the two girls were making themselves at home upstairs. Winnie was deliberately decorating her space with jars of preserved animal parts and a few skulls around one of the two small beds on the upper floor which consisted of their shared room, a closet, and a bathroom. Bonnie pulled her hat off her head and hung it on a hook on the wall nearest her bed. She pulled her spell book, her wand, a few vials, bottles, and jars, candles, a quill and inkpot, and other various miscellaneous witchy items to set about her space and the little desk and beside table. She smiled over at Winnie when she was done. We did it, Winnie! We're here! What do you think our neighbors are like? She asked the other, her usual, sweet smile on her face, large, amethyst eyes full of innocence and wonder. Probably crazies. We should keep our distance, in case they're contagious. The other girl said nonchalantly. Bonnie gave her an incredulous look, used to her usual rude behavior, but that didn't stop her from hurtling her pillow across the room at the other. Winnie was hit full in the face by the downy object, and as if fell away, the fury showed in her face. She could NEVER back down from a pillow fight. She grabbed her pillow and held it over her head and charged the other girl, giving a savage scream as the tiny figure leaped onto Bonnie, pummeling her with her pillow as the other giggled uncontrollably, struggling to get away and retrieve her pillow from the other bed. Bonnie Winnie ooc