Vixere

Honor's Desires [ F for Any. ]

'ello!

I've found myself with a good amount of time on my hands, so I figured I would throw out a new thread of interests.

Casual to advanced welcome, 1x1 in either threads or PMs. (If a good group were to interest me, it might be considered.)

For the love of all that is holy, please do NOT ghost me. It seems to be a running theme - if you lose interest, be honest. I know real life comes up, since mine does as well, but please don't be a dillhole. I also will think you've lost interest if I see you frequently online and never get an answer.

I'm open to most settings and time periods, with varying levels of realism to fantasy. I prefer to write with some level of fantasy, but realism is something I can easily do as well.

Character development is a HUGE plot driver for me, regardless if romance is involved. I like to build worlds with my partners, not just live within them.

I do play anthros, and have for years; I've even played feral beasts way back in the day of AOL wolf packs. (*Gasp!*) With that said, know that I have a massive quantity of characters I've made through the years just as much as I'm willing to make new ones.

I've found that I put out at least a post a day, if not more. Given I'm hurt and not moving around much, I've been pumping out a lot of content lately - I don't expect the same from my partners.

We both need to drive the plot, not just one of us. I'm not here to drag a sack of potatoes!

With that said, I have a few pairings in mind.

Stripper/dancer/brothel girl x patron/owner.

I've toyed with the idea of very dark themes with this including drugs, criminal organizations, etcetera. It will be very mature in theme, likely a lot of smut.

+ Perhaps a throw back to gladiator days, an underground fighting circle uses a local strip joint or club to showcase their brothel, letting winners pick a "prize".
+ Two girls bonding and finding love in this situation could be fun.
+ This could go into many different directions depending on the time period played.

Arranged marriage.

This could be anything between older eras to modern times.

+ Getting out of Northern Ireland and safe from criminal activity in modern times is a possibility.
+ Uniting two peoples or two kingdoms to end a war.
+ Solidifying a hold on a defeated kingdom by taking the successor.
+ Supernatural theme - Two werewolf packs need to unite, and use their children as the way to do it.

Royalty/nobility x knight/soldier; royalty/nobility x servant/slave.

Character development between the two could be massive here.

+ The idea of a knight/soldier befriending a prisoner is fun.
+ Another one I have thought about involves a prophetess of mine being kept prisoner by an empire to keep her from the hands of the enemy.
+ On the flip side, a female noble could notice the service of someone and move them through the ranks.

Cop/soldier x trauma survivor; cop/soldier x nurse; solder/soldier x soldier/mercenary.

Again, this can go with multiple eras.

+ I have a psychic that I've been wanting to play in this pairing.
- Straddling the lines of our world and the spirit world, Lyli sees precursors to something horribly violent - bombing, shooting, terrorist attack - but cannot bring herself to be believed. Once it happens and she's caught up in the crossfire, someone tries to bring her out of her shell to keep it from happening again. Can they break through, or will they just cast her out as everyone else has?
+ A grizzled veteran has been taken from the field, but his nurse is right by his side through recovery.

Time travel!

+ A researcher finds a sword that once belonged to a warrior and it either brings him to modern times, or will bring her back to his own!
+ Transported back in time, could legends of monsters be true after it was all "proven fake" in modern times?

Pantheon on Earth!

Possibilities here are endless.

+ A goddess or a god could come to interact on Earth, or be brought to the Heavens. (The hilarity of an ancient god/dess trying to understand and figure out modern amenities, though!)
+ A woman is to be sacrificed to an old god, only to find that the god is far more curious than bloodthirsty, saving her from the cultists.

Things that go bump in the night.

Shifters, vampires, and demons, oh my! I play and love to pair with supernatural creatures often.

+ One plot I've been craving has been a turned noble/royal (werewolf, vampire, et cetera) whose mother advertises for a servant or nurse to tend to thanks to reclusive nature. Upon arriving, she knows something is wrong, but cannot draw herself to leave either because she needs the money or because she feels the drive to help him/her. However, she's hiding dark history of her own as well…
+ I have played hunter/hunted pairings before, and they can turn out rather fun.

General ideas.

+ Cop x victim.
+ Anthros; anthro x anthro; anthro x human.
+ College students; student x teacher.
+ Warlord x slave. [ * This one is a craving! ]
+ Noble x solder/slave.
+ Werewolf x human; werewolf x werewolf.
+ Biker/criminal x everyday person.
+ God/dess x priestess/sacrifice/warrior in their name.
+ Slavery!
+ Doctor x victim/patient.
+ Please bring suggestions!

Characters I've been craving to play:

The General

Duchess Gisele Marie de Vauex

Les Lions noirs ne faibliront jamais.

General. Fearless. Accomplished. The Last.

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. Essentials .

• Age: Twenty seven
• Height: 5'7"
• Weight: 132
• Build: Toned
• Skin Tone: Sunkissed
• Hair Color: Brunette
• Eye Color: Brown
• Martial Status: Unmarried, uncourted, no offspring

. Extensive .

• Spoken languages: French (mother tongue), English (fluent), German (fluent), Russian (proficient), Italian (proficient)
• Notable Skills: Horsemanship, archery, swordsmanship, cartography, business, politics.
• Favored Weapon/s: Arming sword, misericorde, long bow.
• Mount/s: Recken; 18hh black stallion of unknown breeding, draft cross type [active]. Philippe; 16.2hh gray stallion of her family's own Boulonnais bloodlines [semi-retired].

. The Black Lions .

• Status: Private military regiments under command of the de Vauex family and the King.
• Size: 4,400 and growing.
• Origins: Mixed; both genders and multiple countries serving within the ranks.

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Born into a lineage of great soldiers and highly educated nobility, Gisele was the fifth child of seven to be born from the union of Richard and Eleanor de Vauex, their first daughter. Unlike her younger sister, it was quickly apparent that, like her brothers and father before her, the girl would not focus on the softer arts of nobility and their politics. Instead, the little hellcat defied every order to remain outside of the lands that housed the barracks to the private army her family had amassed through generations of marching for the glory of the King and their own conquests. Instead, she seemed to bond tightest with the aging Master of Arms and despite numerous attempts to interest her in other aspects of life, Richard soon came to realize that Gisele was no soft girl. She was to become a warrior, like her brothers and her forefathers.

Stubborn though she was, it proved as valuable a trait as it was frustrating for her family - too proud to not master a skill, Gisele would train with her sword until her hands bled and would ride until her thighs were raw to become so comfortable with skills taught to her through multiple cultures within the Black Lions. Court proved another matter entirely, her pride and prowess making her seem almost a bit brash to potential suitors, and even when a brave man might have challenged for her hand, he failed.

By the first time Gisele marched at a mere sixteen, she had lost two of her brothers to a hellish skirmish where their own ego had proven their downfall. The rage manifested from the loss of family had driven the girl to prove she could be just as bloodthirsty as a berserker, avenging her fallen siblings and bringing them home for burial.

That had truly been the beginning of the end, hadn't it?

With Michael and Justin dead, her father had seemed to lose some of his own confidence in battle. Though the man had gone gray in his temples, his broad shoulders had deceived many from knowing just how hard it had been to put two of his children to rest. Called to war again and again, the other three boys had fallen one by one. Alexandre, Corbin, Roland… all given proper rights, their ashes put in the family tombs. Soon, Richard was left marching only with his daughter and the losses had changed the general - his own tactics became reckless, a source of fights with Gisele - and a worry for his wife.

It was while the Black Lions had been facing a horde of tribal warriors when Gisele was nineteen that her life had changed for the worse yet again.

One wrong move had taken the general from them, an axe to the neck meaning sure death. For the young warrior, it had been a haze of leaping from her horse and cleaving a man apart before she had held her dying father in her arms. That night, she had keened high and wept among the carnage, unable to bring herself to let him go until the Master of Arms had come to collect his body.

The next day, Gisele had killed them all. There had been no mercy, every warrior under her command soaked in their blood. While most had celebrated, the young woman had felt like her world was falling apart behind the privacy of her tent flaps. Bringing her father home for proper funeral rites had been a solemn affair for some, but the singing of war tunes within the ranks had nearly brought her to tears.

It was only at the pyre that Gisele had wept once more, her head turned towards the sky with the drumbeats and voices of the men and women whom had once followed her late father's command around her. Sending his spirit to the next world had been a soul-crushing night for her, one that had changed her.

A fortnight later, her mother suffered from a heart attack as well, as if she had been too lost without her husband. She, like Richard, was given to the skies and the tombs.

With her younger sister Amelia as the last of her family, Gisele had married the bright girl to a man she fancied to find herself alone by the age of twenty. Hardening herself into the general she would become, it had not come without sacrifice and vice. Even still, before she was thirty, no one could laugh at an army and control of multiple ports, towns, and trading routes.

The Psychic

Lylith Vasser

Appel du vide.

Haunted. Scarred. Untrusting. Narcissistic.

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. Essentials .

• Age: Eighteen
• Height: 4'11"
• Weight: 89
• Build: Waifish
• Skin Tone: Pale
• Hair Color: Silvery blonde
• Eye Color: Gray
• Martial Status: Unmarried, unattached, no offspring

. Extensive .

• Spoken languages: English (fluent), Latin (proficient)
• Notable Skills: Survival, rune work, acting.
• Living Situation: Homeless and hopeless.

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As a child, Lylith never knew why she could hear the whispers - just as much as she didn't know why she could see the hazy visions of souls stuck in Limbo. The failed result of a ritual between an occultist and one of his lovers, the girl had been given up from his home in London by the time she was a young child to his brother in America when she had not shown the promise of being tethered to demonic forces as they had hoped for.

Very quickly, odd things had begun to happen around the child; there was objects moved, growling out of thin air, and figures fading in and out of the edges of her uncle's vision. He had soon become unnerved enough that he had given her up into the foster system, where she spent the next fourteen years changing hands and slipping in and out of psych wards in thanks to her "strange" behavior and the mysterious circumstances of many of her caretakers either becoming injured or committing suicide. As she got older, things got worse; often, those that found her wanted her for more sinister purposes than a home. More than once, she had endured the unspeakable, though she had managed to avoid pregnancy by some miracle.

By the time Lyli aged out, she had no skills and no job, finding herself wandering and homeless. Worse yet, when the weather grew cold and she couldn't get south, she found that it was easier to give her body to those that wanted a punching bag or a semi-willing partner instead of freezing to death or suffering painful frostbite or hypothermia when the shelters were full. Hell, sometimes it also meant a hot meal when she finally had the desire to eat.

Her way of living helped to hide the precarious way that Lyli was forced to live: she could hear those that hadn't moved on, see the spectres that haunted the world and the demons had lurked to fetch souls from their world. Even after she had once carved runes into herself, trying to block it all out, little had changed her birthright.

The Isolated

Elisabeth Anne Brighton

Ad vitam aeternam un lupum.

Savaged. Bitten. Imprisoned. Feared.

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. Essentials .

• Age: Nineteen
• Height: 5'1" (human); 29" (lupine, shoulder)
• Weight: 102 (human); 59 (lupine)
• Build: Slim
• Skin Tone: Fair
• Hair Color/Coat Tone: Brunette (human); brown tones (lupine)
• Eye Color: Brown (human), golden (lupine)

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Third child to a second marriage, Elisabeth had always been a quiet girl. Studying music and art, she had been a wallflower in court and at parties, making it difficult to form any bonds. Instead, she was only close with her sisters and her mother and had become attached to a mare her father had gifted her with for her sixteenth birthday.

The plucky Morgan had gotten her out of the manor, finding freedom in riding through the familiar trails of the vast acreage that her father's family had been tending for generations. She had been a natural horsewoman, and many of the tenets on the land had been happy to see her. Often, she had been happy to play with their children or read tales to them, but that life was gone.

In fact, her entire life had been changed so suddenly, so viciously, that she wasn't quite sure how to process it at all.

All that Elisabeth knew was that she woke with horrible wounds, her horse dead in the middle of the forest. A wolf's howl had been heard, the night soon to be upon her. Blood stained the snow all around her, and she couldn't feel her left arm or leg at all. It had only been by instinct that her father and brothers had found her nearly deceased and had brought her home, a doctor called on to see to her wounds. They had been kind enough to bring her mare home to bury her, but the trauma was the least of her worries.

Soon, she had begun to lose time, entire days sometimes - but it was not without realizing that something was very, very wrong. Slashed curtains, ruined mattresses and a feeling of rage and loneliness unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her family drew away, and then, finally, she found herself locked in a place she had only seen a few scant times in her life... the dungeons below the ancient manor. Though small, the cells were in working order and soon the blackouts became fevered dreams of something else.

The visits from her mothers and sister became less and less frequent before they stopped entirely. Her brothers even seemed leery, her father as well, though she still had good food and her books.

It didn't make her any less lonely.

Was this going to be her life now? There was whispers of her being something else, something cursed... but her father wasn't talking. The doctor wasn't talking.

Elisabeth had never felt so hopeless in her life, but somewhere in her, she could feel the fur beneath the flesh.

- More to come!

Give me a jingle, I'm rather friendly and like to think that I'm easy to write with.

The Long Road Home

The woman gave a nod as he spoke about his food, though a chuckle would answer him. "I was thinking that it would be nice to give you some real food, which means you can take your first bite. If you're so concerned, I can wash your face after." An easy smile was given, hoping to break more tension as she kept up cleaning him. If his slumbering manhood stiffened, she hadn't made a comment at all. When she went lower along his body, the sheet was pulled away like his gown was, leaving him completely nude.

"I should hire you to be my personal trainer when you're aces again," came the compliment, though she didn't pause in her task. For her, though the male was certainly attractive, right now wasn't a good place to be getting attached or planning on asking him to have coffee.

From his head to his toes, it was easy enough to soap, rinse, and dry him. However...

"I'm going to turn you. Take a breath, scream if you need to, but I don't think it'll be bad. It won't take me long." Using the sheet beneath the man, Chambers would likely be surprised at how easily the petite nurse rolled him into the side wth the cast, though she had held true to her word. In lures than the minutes, she had completed the steps and was guiding him back.

Shaking out a clean gown, she was soon enough placing it over him, leaving close enough that the man could have embraced her if his arms would obey him.

Once the nurse was standing on her own again, the left side of her scrub top was lifted to show the edge of a tattoo that spanned her hip - blue roses. "When I get back from getting our food, I'll show you pictures. Sounds fair?"

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The Long Road Home

Her small hands were busily unwrapping supplies when Jason realized she had spoken about shaving his face, which only earned a relaxed smile before she laughed. The sound was warm and welcoming, even as she popped open the aloe-based cleanser she had been carrying in her pocket.

"You might be the only military man I've met that's willing to let his beard grow while in my clutches." Putting that soap down, she soon leaned forward and her hands slid behind his neck to untie the hospital gown carefully, but quickly. "Do me a favor?" When his attention was on her and she was unsnapping the grommets, a smile overtook her again. "Take a deep breath. If you can shower naked with other men, you can handle this just as well, yeah?"

Pulling the gown down to his waist, it was left there as she quietly examined the bruising on his body before retrieving a washcloth and soaping it up. Soon enough, she was washing him without fanfare. Each pass was gentle and warm, replacing the sterile scents of surgery with something more normalized.

"Did you decide what sounds good for food yet? I was debating on a burger, myself. Medium rare, maybe a fried egg on top. They make bomb fries too." Eyeing his shoulder, Celeste deftly avoided particularly tender flesh.

"And I saw a tattoo, when I was doing your assessments. What's the story behind that?" Rinsing his skin next, it was dried as she went. "I have a couple, myself." Drying one of her gloves, the edge of her neckline was pulled down as she bent low, showing the edge of a tree. "I'd have to show you a picture, I think. I have the World Tree over most of my back, but I still need to get my color finished."

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The Long Road Home

From where Celeste sat on his bed, he would find that she smiled a bit. It was a warm expression, even if he would be able to see the darkness beneath her pale orbs and a bit of a slouch in her posture. The nurse rarely slept well and didn't take the best care of herself, as most of them didn't. There just wasn't enough hours in the day to do her work, sleep and eat, and perform adequate self care.

"Well, my shifts max out at eighteen hours, and my contract means I'm off the floor at least two days a week. When I'm here and it's quiet and not chaos, I'll do my best to be here. As it stands, you're my most critical patient right now, so you're allotted most of my time as it is." Rising, Jason would be exposed to the fact that Celeste was pretty shrimpy - barely five feet, and generously curved. Despite her small stature, her presence made up for it.

"I'm going to grab some supplies to get you cleaned up, and I'll need to change some of your bandages. Find something good to listen to, yeah?" Those same legs carried her from the room, cracking the door behind her. Though it would likely feel like a lifetime to Jason, the nurse soon knocked and entered again with an armload of supplies along with a basin.

The hot water was run in the bathroom before the basin was filled and her supplies brought to be rested on his table. Gloves were pulled from her pocket as she seemed to settle in for the task. "Do you want to be shaved or are you going for the mountain man look while you're stuck here with me, handsome?"

The Long Road Home

It was his bitter tone that caused a pause, as if she were thinking of coming back later, but his voice came again. It was only because of his attempt at conversation that she seemed to relax a bit, coming within after the door was shut behind her. Given it was getting late, she was surprised to see no aide or dinner tray within the room, but he surely had eaten, right? Coming to his bed side, one hip sank to sit on a hollow near his hip as the blood pressure cuff was extracted from her pocket. His question came when her attention was focused on finding a spot where it would not cause him undue pain to get her vitals.

Slowly, her eyes lifted a bit before she smirked a bit. "Well, given I heard that you're a bit stubborn, not long. It all depends on when they feel safe taking you home, honestly. Once you heal from this initial stay, you could request to head home if you're wanting to get back quickly. A lot of guys do." Finally, his muscular upper arm was chosen as she wrapped it with her device, taking her stethoscope to put it in her ears. "Little cold, okay?"

Once his pulse was found, the pressure came as quick as it went, the hissing of air deflating soon enough followed by the velcro being extracted from his flesh. The opposite hand soon enough got a finger taken for oxygen saturation and pulse, even as the thermometer was put beneath his tongue - all while writing down values.

"You're welcome," was finally said in response to his thanking her. "You know, it's not weakness to ask for help. The girls will do whatever it is you need, we don't mind." Once she had her readings, the probe cover was ejected into the trash and both tools were put into her pockets.

"Now, you're going to get used to me being a mother hen one way or another. That means two things - either myself or one of the aides needs to wash you up because I'm refusing to fight with a UTI, and I'm going to harp on you to eat. I know you're a tough guy and don't like to be fed, but I can go down to the caf and get you something better than the junk they're getting you as long as it's calories and a buffer between your stomach and a bleed from your medicine. Deal?"

Those pale eyes went to the television, then she leaned over him a bit to bring the remote closer to his casted arm so he could change the channel himself. It was both good for his independence and, she hoped, a distraction from her maternal drive to see her patients well cared for.

The Long Road Home

Celeste had stayed still, speaking quietly of who and what she was, until heavy and rhythmic breathing told her that he was soon asleep. Rising carefully, her fingers unwound from his own to pull away from his own. The blankets were pulled around him and she ran her hand over his hair, smoothing it. There was some comfort, at least for her, knowing he would be able to rest while on the morphine. Turning from the bed, she soundlessly left the room and took her coffee on the way.

The nurse had charted it all, feeling sad that he had not remembered prior conversations with previous medical staff. His tag of danger was stared at and then removed, a progress note entered, before she had finished up her work. The rest of her shift had been fairly routine, allowing her to take a shower once there was an ability to report off and take up her backpack. There was a glance down the unit before she looked to the older nurse, speaking quietly.

"If Chambers has any changes in condition, get me. I'll be sleeping on the couch."
"Don't you ever go home?"
"Not when I'm on a stretch."

Swinging the bag onto her shoulder, long strides took her to the locker room to clean away the stresses from the day.

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Through the day, Jason would find that the nurse and aides were kind and patient, but they seemed more curt than Celeste. Of course, he was likely to quickly find out he was going to need a lot of help. The ladies helped him eat and drink, saw to all the minor things he could need - they all seemed to power through, as most staff did, though they often seemed to use his rank more than she had. Then again, Celeste was a civilian that had escaped away from stateside to come somewhere else.

It was late when Celeste came on shift, having overslept, with a large mug of coffee scented with cinnamon and vanilla, to get report before hitting the floor. Stethoscope around her neck and a blood pressure cuff in her pocket, there was a quiet knock on Jason's door before the nurse had entered. Dressed in navy today, a warm white fleece was unzipped and open.

"May I come in? I have to torture you with a set of vitals."

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