Cubix

A Prized bride (The return)

I do send my deepest condolences to what has happened in the U.S :( I may be from Asia, but I can feel that things are about to change for the worse. How he won is beyond me, but remember, remember the 8th of November when Trump screwed everyone over.

But, seriously, keep safe, and cross your fingers that this was all a terrible prank on humanity.

Cubix's Slices of Life 1x1

Slight revisions made to the plot :)

Cubix's Slices of Life 1x1

Welcome all to my search for 1x1 partners! Take a look around, and see for yourself if one of the plots can catch your fancy. Also, note that I am trying my hand at Slice of Life settings as I am more inclined towards Fantasy. So, bear with me :D

Here are some few notes before you go on:

Notes:
1. Do PM me :c I don't check the thread often. I'm sorry T^T
2. I can typically write from two to five paragraphs-- sometimes more. I am not really good with grammar, but I would like to ask that your posts be understandable. Oh, and also I'd like my partner to be at least somewhere in the medium-casual to advance levels, if that makes any sense :c
3. I am a fairly slow writer since my days would suddenly be too tense and tight. Rest assured, I'll give you a heads-up.
4. Along with that, I am also a very patient one. I am able to wait even up to three months of inactivity, and I'd still be willing to continue :D
5. I'd like my partner to also be able to progress the story with me :D I want someone who can build the world, not just play it out. After all, it takes two to tango!
6. Also, have fun :D

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Until the Mic Drops

Taken

An amateur singer (your character) takes the stage as she participates in the latest singing contest held in the town. She does her best, competing against voices which could shake hearts and mountains, but in the end, her talent proved to be insufficient, and it was not long before the judges voted her out of the contest, just shy of entering the finals. As the distraught singer leaves the contest, she is suddenly stopped by an equally young man who calls her out to his side. The man, Vaughn Rex, offers to be her manager, and assures the singer that she would grow under his tutelage as long as she never lost the flame she displayed for singing. The man promised that within thirty days the world would know her name, and when those thirty days are up, she won't even need him anymore.

The singer, without anything to lose, agrees with the young man as she packs her belongings to join him on a tour around the cities in the country where she begins to sing for various events and reasons. However, amidst the songs and music, there are some questions that need to be asked: why would he choose her? where did he come from? what was going to happen in thirty days?

Better yet, who the hell is Vaughn Rex? Is he just a random manager who saw potential, or did his intentions run deeper than just the melodies people heard? More or less, Rex dances to a different beat, and it may be too late for the singer to realize her manager's real advocacy.

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Why Sin Tastes Better

Vacant

Childhood friends reunited after almost a decade of being apart, but the circumstances have never been so different!

YC (your character), a young woman, was once again arrested for a series of petty crimes. Her family's influence somewhat controlled the police, and instead of jailing her like she ought to be, the chief merely required her to perform a community service in the local church. However, YC needs to do a set quota of hours before being let off the hook, and just to make sure that she does her job, YC is introduced to her supervisor: her childhood friend, Fr. Alexis Grant, SVD.

YC's family complies with the conditions, strictly requiring their daughter to complete the task or risk getting booted from the family house. After all, being of legal age, YC's parents have no more obligations to her. So, she unwillingly accepts all terms and conditions as she stands face to face with a childhood buddy from ages past. The two were playmates, and spent their growing years together. However, a sudden event caused Alexis to go back to his hometown. Separated, the two led different lives. But, the red string of fate guides them back, only this time: one is a chronic sinner while the other battles it.

A tale of two childhood friends meeting under different obligations, and the two of them realizing that, sometimes, the past would always catch up to you. And, that, life is not always controlled by a being with strings. Rather, you make your own destiny. You forged your own path. And, if finding your own happiness is a sin, then, sinning has never been so fulfilling.

A Prized bride (The return)

I'll be posting after Kalani does, so that we can finally go off to Drakka's territory in the east. I don't know what the other drakkens plan to do, but if ever any of you want to interact with Cuwarr before we all hightail it out of Shadow Worth, feel free to do so :D Cuwarr is the only drakken who hasn't interacted with any of the other drakkens present XD

Oh, and wonderful post, Belle. This sort of rivalry will at least give our family the semblance of having some character development. Although, I'd like to blame Sorici for such a change in attitude in both Cuwarr and Kalani.

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose, and of Amalia Solair (@Belle)

Summary

Cuwarr formally accept Amalia as his second bride, and immediately, they begin to prepare for their departure from Shadow Worth. Cuwarr wonders about the repercussions of the clash, and believe a civil war may occur back in Drakka. Cuwarr and his family arrive outside of the fortress as they begin to pile into the carriages provided by the house Naxremis.

"And, most of all, hatred is motivation without purpose." Cuwarr allowed a gentle smile to form on his lips, though, he refused to make any physical contact with the gem at the moment. He had to admit that his fingers twitched for his blade when Amalia rested her hand on his. Silently, the warlord cursed Sorici for making him so vulnerable, so paranoid of a race that were as dangerous as a fly with a stick. Truly, his underestimation of the gems almost led to his downfall. He remembered the sight of the murdered drakken in the room, and how he never expected the gems would be able to do it. However, now, the possibility of that murder being the work of a gemminite was beginning to become quite plausible. The warlord let out a sigh as Kalani delivered her final verdict, taking sanctuary in her judgement. He nodded at his first wife, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before he grabbed the longbow from his back. Like with Sorici and Kalani, he took one of the roses decorating the limbs of the bow, and placed it gingerly behind Amalia's ear as he quickly withdrew his hand. "Know that I chose you because my first wife, Kalani, deemed you worthy. Do not disappoint her." His introduction, voice, and poise were distinctly different from when he first met Sorici and Kalani. All traces of formality, class, and gentleness were swept away, replacing Cuwarr's speech with nothing more than cold glass-- transparent, emotionless. "Welcome to House Naxremis, Amalia."

Sorici did all of these to him, and how he loathed for it.

He couldn't help but also feel bad for Amalia-- she didn't deserve this coldness from him. Cuwarr recalled the time when he had painted with Kalani and Sorici, the time when he got to know more about them. Everything he did and revealed for Sorici was such a waste, and it was a shame that it wasn't Amalia who witnessed all of it. The renegade gem had turned the gentle warlord into a paranoid, untrusting version of himself. And, only Krenta knew when he would go back to normal. While the two gems were interacting, Cuwarr detected a tinge of jealousy coming from Kalani's tone which had turned colder when she spoke to Amalia. The rather silent gem apparently got more talkative when her emotions ran high. The warlord took this information down for future use, but his core felt a bit warmer when he realized that Kalani's feelings for him may run deeper than what he had expected.

Instantly, Cuwarr coiled his arm around Kalani's waist, pulling her flush against his side before he spun around for the main door of Shadow Worth. He had spent too much time in this god-forsaken fortress, and if he didn't leave, the memories would keep haunting him. With but a whistle, the four deathsword guards gathered to Cuwarr's side as the drakken guards instantly surrounded the second wife to make sure that she followed him and Kalani.

"Qiorach, fetch Amalia's things and bring it to my carriage. Also, prepare for departure. I have had enough of Shadow Worth." Cuwarr shook his head before Pezach ran to his side.

"Dominus, I think this news will be worth your time." Pezach reported as Cuwarr craned his head to look at him. "A war has started between Unalim and Huron's factions. Apparently, a skirmish had occurred which resulted in the death of more than one gem, and a few more guards on each side. I do not know the full details, but the main kingdom of Drakka will not be the same after all of this is over."

"A civil war, perhaps." Cuwarr mumbled. "But, as long as they do not attack Sudreth, our territory, they can bite off each other's throats for all I care." The warlord shook his head in thought before realizing that once they go back to Drakka, the king would probably call on the meeting of the Drakken Council. And, inevitably, Cuwarr would be forced to attend being one of the few warlords. It has been a while since the king had called on the Council, and it somewhat thrilled the warlord to meet so many of his colleagues after more than a decade. "Things will change back in Drakka, that one is sure." He turned to Kalani, sparing a glance at Amalia as well. "It is unfortunate that you must will also go through this turmoil in Drakka, but I believe we will manage, my auburn rose."

After some walking, the carriages of the Naxremis house stood in front of them outside of Shadow Worth. However, Cuwarr also realized that he was not the only one rearing to escape Shadow Worth as he had seen one of Lord Dantanath's retainers Scoot go off to the stables, presumably to ready the horses for departure. Truly, this may be the last Choosing that Drakka may ever have. Things were becoming too complicated, and a civil war in Drakka may mean that the gems might use this to fight back, or something of equal severity. As two carriages and a lone stallion stopped in front of Cuwarr, Pezach and Qiorach took the last carriage while Belnun served as the coachman of the carriage to be used by Cuwarr and his wives. Havfalun rode on the stallion as the lookout at the front of the convoy.

Cuwarr opened the door of the royal carriage as he looked at Kalani and Amalia. "Our journey to my territory in the east begins." He informed them. "It will become cold as we go deeper into drakken territory, but I pray you'll bear with it. Our supplies and rations have been readied, so fear not." Cuwarr looked around, noticing that some of the other drakkens have already began packing and waiting for their respective carriages. It would seem that the clash between Zakroti and Lugft forced others to depart for their own safety. His eyes settled back on his brides as he smiled at them. "Shall we go?" Two brides, one more favored than the other-- Cuwarr chuckled at the thought, but most importantly, he wondered when he could feel better so he could shower Amalia with the same amount of affection as Kalani received. He didn't think it fair for her to suffer for something that Sorici did, but it may be a long road of recovery for the drakken.

He was traumatized in more ways than one, because none had ever gotten so close to killing him. But, what made it worse was the fact that the one who held the blade was once the one who held his trust.

The moon shone bright through the skies, now, and Cuwarr prayed that it would guide their way.

Cubix's Grove of Plots -- Newly Updated :D

Updated :D

A Prized bride (The return)

Also, I'll be posting after Kalani since the bride will be the one to determine whether Amalia will be a suitable wife for Cuwarr :D

And, great post, too, Belle :D Well done!

A Prized bride (The return)

If I may quickly insert my opinion...

That was some amazing writing, really it was! Beautifully sad, heart-wrenching. Words fail, and perhaps, my sentiment may be expressed through: (O)_(O) (Y)

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. I'll be slinking back to my hole.

A Prized bride (The return)

Lord Cuwarr Naxremis

Husband of Kalani (@karamonnom), his auburn rose, and future husband of Amalia Solair (@Belle)

Summary

Cuwarr and Kalani come to the intervention of Amalia. Cuwarr holds back a drakken from harming his wife before demonstrating just how sharp his eyes are by piercing an earring no larger than a dime. As he met Amalia, Cuwarr instantly tests her resolve and belief in the role of hate when it came to the survival of a person.

"By Drun's name, I will split your head upon the marble floor if you dare raise your hand against my wife." Cuwarr growled, streaks of malice dripping from his tone as he gripped the drakken guard's raised wrist. The fool had intended to harm Kalani's intervention on behalf of this other gem who lashed out at her oppressors. But, rather than being inspired by her defiance, her scene only reminded him of Sorici's outburst before she ultimately wounded him. His nerves tingled, his bloodlust growing with the need to assert his own dominance by maiming this Amalia until she couldn't walk straight. Before his lust for violence could overpower him, Cuwarr released his hold on the man before he started to trail behind Kalani who had taken it upon herself to confront the boisterous gemminite. After a few steps, though, the offended drakken began to taunt the marksman with insults of his missed shots against the gemminite who escaped.

"I don't want to hear those coming from an archer who couldn't even hit the broad side of a barn!" the drakken roared, brandishing his sword in an attempt to start a fight. "You're weak, pathetic. USELESS!"

In a flash, Cuwarr spun around, bow and quiver in reach, as he notched an arrow upon the bow. His aim was true, his body tensing for the briefest of eternities. Then, with a whoosh of air, the arrow soared through the air with blinding speed as it pierced the drakken's small ornamental earring off of his earlobe. A spurt of blood poured from the wound as the immense haste of the arrow caused the drakken to feel the pain late. But, once his senses caught up, the drakken held his bleeding ear, spouting curses at Cuwarr who only spat in his direction.

"The next one will be between your eyes if you do not know your place." Cuwarr spoke coldly as he turned around to follow Kalani. "Though you may be the king of pigs, you are still a pig when faced with the butcher's carver. And, I am the butcher."

The warlord left the scene as he caught up to his wife who had begun berating Amalia's lack of tact and hold of tongue. While he was amused with the display, it was only a matter of time before Kalani called out to him. The warlord stepped forward, revealing himself to the gemminite as he snaked his arm around his wife's waist, pulling her closer to him. Behind the eye piece, Cuwarr observed the gemminite through half-lidded eyes. Her golden tresses fell softly down to her waist; her eyes glowed with a passion that only a drakken's bloodlust could match. Emerald eyes looked up at him, causing a shudder to run down Cuwarr's spine. Instinctively, the warlord's hand snapped to the scar near his neck, a sense of paranoia gripping him once more.

"A fly who refuses to keep silent will immediately be flattened with the broad side of one's palm." Cuwarr began, a dark tone lacing his voice. "And, yet, the fly claims that it does not hate its oppressor. Hate is a powerful thing. For those bred in the harshest conditions where the sun bites and the moon sears, only through hate will one survive. Why, you ask? It is because through hate, we rage against the dying of the light. Our hate makes us stronger, and turned us to the masters of warfare that we are now." Cuwarr spoke non-stop with a small smirk. "You claim that Vivari will safeguard your heart from being tainted with hate, and yet Vivari herself could not stop her children from bringing suffering into the land. It wasn't because Vivari was naturally weak, but it was because her sons possessed something that she didn't have. And, that something made her sons stronger than her. Do you know what that thing is, Amalia? It is hate. If Vivari could have hated her sons, then, she would have decimated Drun, Krenta, and Sorrak. So, I ask you, dear fly, what else is better a nectar of life but hate?"

It was test, and Cuwarr believed Kalani knew the warlord's intention as well.

A Prized bride (The return)

I apologize for the back-to-back post with Cuwarr. I intended for the post to hand the stage to Kalani who will be the bridge between Cuwarr and Amalia to meet. So, feel free to drag Cuwarr around! I'm interested to know how Kalani will pick out Amalia from the group :D