| I'm still not 100% convinced that your "partner" isn't trying to sell you out for his own freedom, but if the harpies were a little more gentle, the accommodations wouldn't seem all that horrible, really =P |
emeraldtryst said: I'm still not 100% convinced that your "partner" isn't trying to sell you out for his own freedom, but if the harpies were a little more gentle, the accommodations wouldn't seem all that horrible, really =P That probably because he's British... Damn Brits! sort of mysterious--and has lots of experience on the island. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Yan! Sorry that I just started reading your story... I was very busy </3 Anyway! With the way you speak in TES i was expecting a lot of fancy word-plays in your story. :P I like how your chapters are very long and is very detailed. :) |
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Nyaaaria said: Yan! Sorry that I just started reading your story... I was very busy </3 Anyway! With the way you speak in TES i was expecting a lot of fancy word-plays in your story. :P I like how your chapters are very long and is very detailed. :) My god! Thank you for reading~~! Anyhow--read at your own leisure. My earlier chapters are pretty long, so I don't want to force anyone to read them. Thanks again for reading! |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
Arc 1: Couples—Nests Chapter 13: Sadism—Unkempt The blaring inferno of heat emanating from the culmination of candles, sweat, and torches permeated my skin, thin and dry, inducing thick, sticky droplets of refreshing sweat. As they ran down my skin, what little water content within my body began draining, light perforated my vision, and a wing jetted across the short distance between the girl and me, pinning my right arm to the wall. The pain surged across my arm, cutting through the splintering, taught tension of my shoulder, as it nearly popped out of its socket. Floral essence impregnated my nostrils with aphrodisiacal pleasure—an aromatherapy of sweet perfumes and iridescent colors formulated from the drugs. Agh—Fuck! That hurts like hell! I bit my tongue, distributing the pain throughout my body, and causing a drop of moist, syrupy blood to stream down my cheek, forming opaque blotches of red across my face. The intensity of sensation-overflow surged me right into a migraine, as I used my spare, left hand to grip, caress, and ease the pain radiating from my forehead. “Are you feeling okay?” the conniving, perverse voice sighed out, licking her lips. A figure: petite, soft, and cold, arose—pinning my other arm in an affront to me. Her eyes glistened in the dim reflection of candle flames, reminiscent of a small fire in a pitch-black forest. The silky, dull exterior of her pupil bored aimlessly powerful holes into my body, eyes darting about. “You…bitch…” I muttered softly under my breath, words slurred with metallic gulps of blood, and salty sweat. She tilted her head slightly to the left in a playful motion, gently placing her hand under my chin, and pressuring my eyes to lock with hers, as she rubbed blood away from my lips. Delicately raising her bloodstained fingers, she slowly drew towards her lips, lunging her tongue out, reveling in the taste of my blood. Slowly raising her head back on level with mine, lips now coated maroon, she continued, “What did you say, sweetheart?” pestering me, teasingly. That…. Agh! My body began noticeably shaking, arms protruding, and groans exuding—absolving my mind from Avisera, Serena, and Relin, as kicked forward, pushing her against the bed, and proceeding to force my hands against her throat. “You bitch!” I screamed out, blood spurting from my mouth onto her face and wings—now black and red tattered. Her eyes widened in happiness, wings spreading wide, and legs wrapping around me. The tension and connection of our sweltering, pulsating bodies coordinated with each other, swapping fluids and emotions, as our minds drew blank, and she nearly passed out in happiness. The soft, yet rigid texture of her ribbed neck alleviated my pain in a demonstration of equal ground, and presence. Her dress fell, and she unbuttoned my worn-out pants, pulling them down in one swift motion. I pounded down on her; the pseudo-erotic sense of control gripped my mind, and cut through my sense of tact like a dagger—swift and terse. The slick, cushioned inners of her untarnished body absolved my anger, and engrossed my mind, delving my sensibilities into the depths of remnant despair, silencing my conscience. She moaned intensely, the bed shaking in rhythm—euphony of intercourse and psychedelic immersion collapsing my mental state. Concupiscent imagery surrounding me, my sweat flowed like waterfalls into the coves and crevices of her body, surrendering my self control to carnal urges, and my morals to my enmity and indignation. “I’m going to kill you!” I screamed out, tightening my grip, and boring my thumbs into her windpipe. She released inaudible groans, wrapping her wings around me, kicking off, and slamming the both of us against the frame of the bed, knocking scorching candles upon both her and my shoulders. The searing reality of our fervent dreams dissolved into emotional leers and pulsating pressure, her back arcing in pleasure as she rode atop me. The softening hold of her insides engulfed me—grasped me further—as if to exculpate the barbarity of the situation, and abstain from the pain we mutually experienced. The reluctant cognizance consumed our lust as we began to conclude. I attempted to expel myself from her, as she gripped my tight, breaking my strangulation, and pressing down on me, rapidly pulsating in a cacophony of tension and indulgence. The both of us clenched in tight, eyes shutting, a and bodies falling upon each other, as I discharged within her, and moans of pleasure diffused throughout the perspiring, immoral cushion of heat and humidity we lied in. The room fell flat, the faint scent of burning flesh now permeating our dulled senses as we released from each other, and quickly threw off the candles, screaming in pain. She glared into my eyes, and I into hers, as she smiled, and I sneered reluctantly, wiping blood from my face, and pealing off candle wax. The amorous content of Ilene faltered my will, and gradated the urging animosity my mind pursued, as I slowly stood up, wiping myself off in disgust, and walked out of the room, arms held high. Another dully childish black-harpy snickered at me, grabbing me by the arms, and taking me over to the room over, blacked by night sky and out cove, as she strutted along the walkway. I noticed Faylinn and Relin chatting by the cells, and the guard tossed me in, signaling Faylinn to ask how much pleasure she’d got that day—to which Faylinn softly smirked, solidifying their non-verbal confrontation. As the guard left, content, the two of them turned their attention to me. “So, what happened back there, JD?” Relin questioned, accusingly. “Umm well I… Look, it doesn’t matter.” I responded, embarrassed. Fuck… It’s not like I did anything wrong… I took in the dingy, musty room around me in one soft breath, responding, “I… I had sex with Ilene… it was like I was on drugs or something… and she caught me in the spur of things!” Relin quickly slammed against the bars of his cage, clenching his fists, and grabbing at Faylinn. “Let me into JD’s Cell for a moment, Fay.” He remorsefully, yet angrily, pleaded. She smirked, staring into my eyes, as my drained husk of a body scampered back into the corner, fearfully. She released his door, clunking around in the lock to draw out my painful turmoil. Once the key readjusted and she rushed him swiftly into my cell, unlocking my cage much faster, before he dashed in, lifting me up, and slamming me against the back wall. “What the fuck were you thinking? You deranged fuck!” He screamed at me, concerned. Attempting to force his hand from my jugular. I took my undamaged, right arm, and braced it against his, as he dropped me, proceeding wiping himself off. “Do you have any idea what having sex with her means? Eh? Do you?” He prodded, dominantly. “Well, I just… My emotions went out of control, and…” I attempted to respond, falling silent without an answer. He sighed, staring at me, and exclaiming, “We have even less time, now. We have to leave at the end of next week, when the traders come… If not, you’re going to be married into the tribe.” Married—What the fuck… Wait, that’s why she had sex with me? “I assume you get it by now… Being married into the tribe is only rectified by a single action—mutually accepted intercourse. How the fuck do you think these bloody birdbrains pick who gets which guy? By driving your actions on emotions, and not thinking, you can no longer be pampered by other women of the group, and must become hers… She outsmarted you, JD.” Relin reluctantly explained, continuing to examine me, and spitting and kicking at the floor in disgust. I slowly furrowed my brow, exclaiming, “I’m sorry! I just… I just—” Relin cut me off, responding, “I know… Just… go to sleep. I’ll figure something out in the meantime. Fay leave now… We don’t need anymore rising suspicion.” Fay placed a soft, emotional kiss on his lips, before leaving the hall, dragging the scent of tension from my mistakes on her clothes as she swooped down two levels to her room. Neither of us spoke again during that night, and we just drifted to semi-uncomfortable sleep, Relin pondering our next moves. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Omg... this sensation like... fresh water when you're dying from thirst. *cries* #10/10 Maso #Outsmarted by a bird |
 "You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
| Whew! Glad this is still rolling. Had me worried there for a minute. Thinking on it, being married almost seems like it might give you a bit more freedom overall (if not a lot more sexual assault). "Dear, I'm just going to run to the market and grab some sunflower seeds!" *vanishes into the forest and never looks back* Overall pretty damn good as usual. =) |
SydoKiller said: Omg... this sensation like... fresh water when you're dying from thirst. *cries* #10/10 Maso #Outsmarted by a bird #10/10 go Hard or go home... emeraldtryst said: Whew! Glad this is still rolling. Had me worried there for a minute. Thinking on it, being married almost seems like it might give you a bit more freedom overall (if not a lot more sexual assault). "Dear, I'm just going to run to the market and grab some sunflower seeds!" *vanishes into the forest and never looks back* Overall pretty damn good as usual. =) Yeah... I was lazy AF, and since I have shit coming up, I've been dreading focusing on chapters so much. Essentially--I plan to be like 8 chapters ahead when I leave for Japan, so I can have someone else post them. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| I always envy you how wordy you can be :) Why Relin acts like jealous lover rather than anything else? Is this going to be yaoi? |
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| oh god beast... why? #less than bird brains? @Emo: Isn't going Sydo the same as going.. hard? :3 Good chapter, I guess you'll be looking for a cheap divorce attorney? |
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Arc 1: Couples—Nests Chapter 14: Blood rush—Confession “Hey JD.” The calming, kind voice called out. My eyes slowly peeked open, darkness filling the cortexes of my vision, as I clawed my way up, nearly slipping off the soft, stony side. “Be careful! Neither of us want you dying, hubby.” The immature, squeaky girl proclaimed. Who the fuck… Hubby? It’s like fucking ‘Way-too-early’ AM—and I’m not taking shit when I’m this tired. I slowly swallowed, licking my lips and hydrating my dry mouth. As I looked up, yawning, rubbing my eyes, and shaking from the cold, I pleaded, “Can you just take me back inside? It’s fucking freezing…” my voice monotone and uncaring. The small, pale girl smiled, eyes lighting my frostbitten complexion ablaze. She threw a single hand down, blushing, as she hoisted me up, moving in for a soft kiss. Her eyes dawdled as she pulled back, infixed on my body. “So… when are we going to... you know?” she prodded, grabbing onto my arm. Does she actually think I’d…? “Look… Fuck you. I’d rather die here than have to deal with more of this bullshit. I’m not your husband—I’m not a fucking sex toy—I’m not someone to fuck with—and I’m not—” I screamed out, voice caught by the miraculous grip of her two hands. She motioned for me to quiet down, and smiled, lifting me up, and soaring further out. “I’m going to drop you, if you say another word, silly!” the girl proclaimed, voice giggling in malevolence. And there she goes again—yeah, screw that. Sulking in meandering pain, the foggy mist from Morning Mountain springs perpetuate a sauna effect as I flew through, eyes watering. The dull warmth was complimented by a soothing, mineral scent emanating from the springs—devolving my pain into wonderment. I crooked my head sideways, glinting up towards Ilene out the corner of my eye. Sighing, I cut through the loud ambience of the springs, pestering, “Is there really any point to this? You’re obviously not going to allow my escape, so do you want to show me something? Stop fucking around—let me escape if you’re going to go this far.” Hah… Maybe, at this point, kicking, screaming, and falling to my death wouldn’t be so bad… My body thrust from side to side, tearing my clothes against her abrasive talons and shredding the skin beneath, as I slammed back in an attempt to shake out of her grip. I swiftly threw my free hand up to her right wing, hitting it mid-flap, and sending a searing pain down my knuckles. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and screamed out, “Fuck you! Human male ready for action! Anyone? Human male up for grabs!” Why the fuck would I… You know what—maybe she’ll get knocked out of the sky by a fucking fireball or something… Maybe a winged MG will come and save me? Who knows? I’d love to see this bitch enveloped in fiery rage. Ilene peered down in disgust, shrugging, and effortlessly tossed me down into the foggy depths below. As I lamented my actions, my body plunged into the swelling gulf of boiling water, sending surges of warmth and comfort. Bubbles trailed upwards from my location, murky depths feigning imagery of sea creatures. Flowing locks of wavering light trickled down in an unmelodious rampage, and my feet hit the bottom—eyes open wide and hair dangling upwards. Hands rising towards an eroded rock face that reflected the fog, mist, and cloudy moisture around me in shimmering beauty, my eyes drew towards a faint figure in the reflection. Huh? I-I don’t… how? There’s nobody else down here, so why is there a fucking reflection? Orangey yellow fir coated the figures arms and legs, scars running down one arm, while she sat crying in the reflection. The figure shook gently, droplets of water exuding from her eyes as she began to turn towards me. Air left my lungs rapidly; inundating pain coursed my veins and heart as I attempted to drift up, seeing the face of the figure before blacking out. Avisera… ******************************** “Come on… I was kidding! I didn’t… I didn’t mean to kill you!” the whimpering, desperate voice pronounced. Shuttering eyes complimented the distorted, winged figure in front of me, as my body awoke. I thrust forward—eyes darting from side to side in search of Avisera, only to be met by the glossy pupils of a malevolent harpy. Ilene hugged me tight and professed, “You’re okay! I don’t know what I would do without you! I-I’m so sorry…” Sorry? Sorry my ass! She’s just worried she’ll lose her new boy-toy, and have to search for another. “Don’t worry… I’m sure you’ll find another soon…” I murmured under my breath, staring at the ground. “Huh? What did you say?” she prodded in confusion. “You can just find another one, once you’re bored of me, right?” I screamed out, ignoring any possible threats around us. Why the fuck did I… Ugh, am I getting Stockholm syndrome? I’m actually upset that she doesn’t need me—pathetic. Her eyes were shadowed by drooping hair, as she glared at the ground, silently. She began pacing towards me, head sharply rising as she proceeded to slap my face. “H-How dare you think so lowly of yourself! Do you think you’re a mere slave? Dispensable? No—you’re my husband to-be, and I will treat you as such! You will not die under my care, and I will live for you.” She responded, dropping to her knees and embracing me. She’s… since when was she like this? Wait… I could use this… I slowly, calmly, and softly professed, “Why don’t we run from here… We’re out—we’ve made it out of that prison. We could be free.” Silence befell her tears, as she slowly gazed up at me. Regaining control, she began awkwardly nodding her head, and responding, “I—um… If that’s what you desire, I can try to speak to the elders—” I skewered her words, interjecting, “No! We mustn’t let them know! They’ll try to tear us apart. And….” I can’t leave Relin, Serena, or even Faylinn under these circumstances… “And what?” She questioned, clutching tighter. I sighed, patting her head, and replying, “I couldn’t leave my friends in there. Relin and Serena need to come with us, or else it won’t feel right—things will be off… and my sex drive may plummet—” “Yeah! We—we can bring them, if you need them!” She yelled back, pleading for my sex-drive to remain lively. Our conversation fell silent, as I held her to my chest, looking up in an attempt to hide my expressive, sadistic grin. My mind was set on this victory, and the way I had woven around her love-struck nature. Check-motherfucking-mate! Relin’s out, we have time for him to alert Faylinn, and Serena can come too… We win—we fucking win! As we began to stand up, I stared into her eyes, smiling, and questioned gently, “So, how did you get out here, by the way?” She twiddled her thumbs, responding, “In the back of the lead-guard’s quarters, there’s a hidden passage… I asked for her permission, and she laughed, exclaiming, ‘Just make sure ya’ fuck ‘im right and good, haha!’ as she allowed me to carry you out…” Of course… In case a trade goes bad, or they’re attacked… The guards can escort the dignitaries of the tribe right to safety. Perfect. “That’s amazing, Ilene!” I yelled out, feigning a sense of astonishment. She nodded, hoisting me up, as we proceeded back to the nest, and I prepared my mind for the plans in store. The travel back felt swift and calming—as we roamed the skies in silence. Once we reached the hidden passage in the side of a mountainous wall, I began mapping a path out from this location, noting each foothold on the way down, in case we had to ditch the black-harpies. Okay… Looks like there’s a bit of a drop, but I should be able to manage it. We entered the hole, hidden by an over cropping, rugged wall of rock and mineral, as he guard nodded us in, and escorted me back towards my cell. I waved goodbye to Ilene, as she smiled and blushed in shameful joy. The familiar flap of wings reverberating against each inner-wall soared through my ears, as I was brought into the cells once again. Familiar faces, familiar smells of moist stone, familiar sounds of clanking metal, and familiar laughs as I entered, shrugging off towards Relin. “So, how’s it been, lover-boy?” Relin teased, as the guard left, and a new sound of footsteps trickled down from the other side of the hall. “You know… the same old shit… just getting laid and getting paid.” I teased back, puffing out air. “At least you manage to fornicate in this melting-pot of teen emotions!” Faylinn sharply interjected, smirking. A resounding laughter emanated from our group’s tantalizing conversation. The flaring desires we all held enveloped in our aimless trivialities, but not a single care was given, as our hearts aligned in short-lived happiness. Laughter dissipated from the hall, as I stood up at my bars, slowly breathed in, and pronounced, “We have a way out… And Ilene is the key.” |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| I think this has been the longest arc where someone has been without at least one of their companions lol. I somehow feel that Ilene is going to screw you, Relin and Faylinn over pretty badly. |
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greatgreenman said: I think this has been the longest arc where someone has been without at least one of their companions lol I guess I misunderstood it, but isn't this story actually unique in the part that would be companion actually got him into this mess? (and didn't bothered to save him) |
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| As far as I know, the only companion we've been introduced to so far is Avisera and I don't think she got him into that mess. The other companion hasn't been introduced (unless he decides to switch and use one of the harpies instead) |
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greatgreenman said: As far as I know, the only companion we've been introduced to so far is Avisera and I don't think she got him into that mess. The other companion hasn't been introduced (unless he decides to switch and use one of the harpies instead) And I may end up doing so for the sake of simplicity. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| lol make it as simple or complicated as you want. You had a reason for your choosing your girls (though I hope you're not going to abandon poor Avisera :( ) |
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| My vote is for complexity! If other people do confusing shit then I won't have to be held up as the labyrinth of psychotic plot twists anymore =) I really liked the turn from Ilene because it does a good job of capturing the essence of the MG mentality (to me). Like...you meet this badass dragon--destroyer of worlds--and after a few weeks in her cave she's serving you breakfast and trying to make sure that your pillow isn't too hard. Sure, that's the simplified explanation, but I still like it when I see things that remind me of how that can play out. |
| Indeed, too often we see very simple character models where they only have one personality, one-track minds and there's no depth to their character. We forget that even though they're MGs, they're complicated enough to have many layers to them and we don't imagine them as "people". |
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YandereTheEmo said: And I may end up doing so for the sake of simplicity. It's not really a complicated, it is just focusing on your prison situation in setting where friends doesn't exist, which is unique because in almost all other stories characters are freed from such situation by friendly companion. In your story, there are no friends and no companion yet your character isn't BA and it is done very realistically, it's totally unique. |
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| Arc 1: Couples—Nests Chapter 15: Unrequited—Aimless Relin relaxed his shoulders, falling back on his hands, staring at the dingy, grey ceiling, and responded, “So—let’s get this straight. There’s a secret passage for emergency purposes; Ilene caught the lead guard drunk, and she let you two go off to have sex; you’ve noted a rough path out; and all you need us to do is drug that guard?” I nodded, wide-eyed, and replied, “Yeah—basically. Is there a problem?” Relin began squatting, and sighed, answering brazenly, “Not really—but’s it’s not ideal…We’ve got a few days before the slave shipment, so we would have to do it before anything got high-maintenance. Furthermore, I don’t want to have to go in Ghentric’s room… let alone be within a mile of her. Fucking slave-driving bit—” His rage was hushed by the understanding nods of Faylinn, and he composed himself post-haste. Loosening his shirt, as he cleared his throat, and continued, “Well… I’ll get it done—but Fay is gonna have to get the drug for me… And you’re going to have to inform Serena. The hitch of course…” “The hitch of course being that if any of us are caught—or Ilene sees me with Serena—all bets are off… right?” I questioned solemnly. He nodded his head gently, while Fay began skipping out of the room, humming and heading for the kitchen on the lower level. I dropped back down, my butt hitting the cold floor. I turned to Relin doubtingly, and professed, “Ilene thinks I’m her…” “Yeah, I know. That’s why you need to be careful. You’re technically a slave for both of them right now, but… she’ll see you as hers even before the wedding.” Relin exclaimed, tired and worn-out. “Right… I get the idea.” I dryly finished, as two guards came, one taking Relin to the hall, another taking me to a room on the second-to-last floor. The wing beats of this guard were slower and more draining than the others, as I noticed patches lacking feathers. She nearly dropped me reaching the room, and hobbled away afterwards. Entering the room, I expected to be met by the glare of Ilene, however was pleasantly surprised to find myself caught in the enticed glances of the ever-adorable Serena. No guards sat outside, surprisingly, and Serena dragged me to a corner out of direct sight of the entrance, as we sat down against the wall. “I heard that…” she began, taking deep breaths with each word. “Yeah—I’m sure you have. Ilene and I are supposed to be betrothed soon.” I responded, solemnly. Her head dropped, unable to make eye contact, as I laughed, and scuffed up her hair in the process of patting her head. She looked up, glossy-eyed, and I responded, “Don’t worry… nothing’s happening, we’re getting out.” Her eyes glistened like jewels as she heard this statement, and she backed up with a questioning gaze. “How… they boost security during the slave shipments… Unless you plan on leaving…” I think she gets the point? Hopefully… “You get the idea, then?” I questioned, but she still looked perplexed. I sighed, calmly explaining, “Essentially—we found another way out. A path used by the lead guard, probably for escorting the elders and dignitaries out in a case of emergency.” Her eyes fell in distress. “How… how did you figure all of this out?” she inquired. Oh fuck… here we go again. I proceeded to explain my circumstances, including my incidental revelation, regarding Avisera, while underwater. Her shoulders relaxed, head falling softly against the wall, the whites of her eyes overtaking her previously enlarged pupils, as the glossy coating of her teary eyes dissipated. “Why would the guard just let her through?” she pleaded. “I don’t know exactly… but from what Ilene told me, it sounds like she was wasted—and I assume Ilene is pretty well trusted here? Anyway, the circumstances were insurmountably on my side back then.” I responded, somewhat questioningly. “Well obviously she’s well-thought of and looked up towards, even by the older members of the tribe. It’s probably her moralistic nature and trustworthiness.” Serena explained in a tone screaming ‘duh.’ “Right, well anyway, we’re pretty lucky ha-ha—wait… moralistic nature? Trustworthiness? Do you mean to say she’s tied to the tribe in a way?” I pleaded, anxiety-driven. “Not exactly? I don’t know her extremely well, regardless of how long we’ve been around each other. More like… when she promises something, she won’t go back on it—I guess?” Serena unbeknownst to her own judgment answers my innate fear. Thank fucking god! I don’t know what we would have done without at least that much of a ‘safety net,’ nor did I spend any time thinking about it… Praise the lord for Serena. I began grinning uncontrollably from ear-to-ear, tackle-hugging Serena as I laughed without stop. Her shocked disposition was quickly overwritten by embarrassment and joy as she began blushing ripe-red, and tried pushing me off. “Nope! Not letting go~~” I frantically breathed out, laughing further. “Y-You… You can be really immature! You know that, JD?” she yelled out in slowly hushing embarrassment. I quickly pulled back, smiling, and retorting, “At least I managed to find us a way out of—” noticing the guard approaching the room, I finished, “a way out of that eating hall! It’s much more calming here, don’t you think, Serena?” She’s got to catch on… she’s intuitive. “Just wait until Ilene hears, she’ll kill you!” Serena exploded out, much ditsier than usual—probably to retain her act. The guard approached, shrugging at our display of ‘gaudy teens in love’ as she rolled her dull, black eyes, and proceeded back across the hall. Silence blew through the room, whisking away our insecurity and fear of being caught. I noticed Serena’s stiffened figure, and swiftly proceeded to run a finger down her neck, sending a jolt down her spine, and shocking her back into awareness. “JD! Wh-Why would you?” she exhaled out, startled. Beginning to laugh once more, I replied, “Because it looked like it would be funny.” “You son of a—” Serena began jokingly exclaiming, as a somewhat angered figure entered the room, crimson eyes glaring down at me. Serena promptly readjusted herself, moving away from me, as I sat silently, unable to move. The woman licked her lips, lush and pink, as she slowly paced towards us with violent, begrudging steps. She stopped directly in front of me, her mere silhouette drilling horror into my mind. The reds of her eyes were complimented by the dim lighting of the room, enveloping her figure in madness and frustration. Sharp and fast, her wings jetted forward, dragging me up against the wall, raising me to eye-level. The guard from before followed from behind, pinning down Serena to the bed, before she could do anything to stop the woman holding me in her grip. “JD…” the voice quietly rang out, fury pulsating from each and every breath, as she continued softly, “what’s going on here?” |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| So an angry, jealous fiance stumbles upon the unfaithful dog :3? |
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greatgreenman said: So an angry, jealous fiance stumbles upon the unfaithful dog :3? I wonder who is going betray you first, if Serena or that guy |
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| Idk I think its all a trap setup by the sadistic harpy to reveal Serena is a traitor. |
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| It's all a trap! I'd seriously consider taking a leap of faith into open air if I were in that situation. Either way the pain stops =) |
| Still one of my favourites stories... it's always so pleasant to read it. ò_ò And man, the interactions between the characters feel so gaddemn real... really seems like real people's reactions and no mere made up characters... so good... T_T |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
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| Nuuu This was very well written story and I have liked every ounce I have read. I have read many stories from Fanfictions of TV Shows to Ones much like these but none of them gave in depth detail like you do, not a single one. I mean the vocabulary you use is that of a College Graduate that had a major in Creative Writing. I mean seriously, I take mainly Honor classes myself and didn't know a fourth of the words you used in your story. The character development is coming up nice and smoothly and it looks like your are taking your time with your writing and not repeating anything. I can't wait to read the next chapter to this story. Which is why I wuv it so. |
Arc 1: Couples—Nests Chapter 16: Living Wings—Dead Soul The next thing I saw was Serena being forced out, and down towards the dining hall, as she cried, leaving me in the room. The guard promptly took my legs, engrossing my body in dull pain, while Ilene grasped me by the neck, flying me out towards the first dungeon I arrived at. The rocky walls protruding sent chills down my spine, and I forced my eyes from side-to-side, noticing countless moans of pain, and remnant sounds of whips. “Welcome to the first floor, JD. I hope you enjoy your stay—maybe learn a few things about infidelity.” The emotionless tone of Ilene’s voice coursed through my mind as the sounds reverberated throughout each cell, and some greetings were shared between Ilene and the other sadists wreaking havoc down here. Goddammit! I did nothing wrong, but this bitch… Fine, I can take this, but I won’t be dragged into her pace. “Why do you think so lowly of me? Was it because you saw me in the room with her? We were merely talking—avoiding the stress of the—” My explanation laid cut short by her walking away, signaling for the guard to toss me in my cell. The rough embrace of hard, rock wall pierced me, tearing my skin, for the guard had quite literally thrown me into the cell, slamming me against the back wall. She closed the gate, smirking, laughing, and taunting me, while walking away. I sat down, questioning why I hadn’t been paired with one of the sadistic harpies lurking these barely-lit halls. Fuck me… I’ve landed myself in a steaming pile of shit… cold, hard shit. We’re supposed to be ready to leave by the end of today—at most, tomorrow. If they can’t avoid the higher security during the slave trading, we’re fucked. Maybe I could have Fay…? How would she… wait, I’m sure Serena could just tell her that I’m down here, and she could free me when we were preparing to escape. Right? The soft droplets of water permeating my weak eardrums every few seconds were astounding, for they managed to drive my insatiable need for human interaction to the peak of insanity in a simplistic ensemble of hardly audible noises. “Fuck me!” I screamed out in frustration. “With pleasure~~!” “Just tell me you’re not taken? Hehe.” “As soon as I’m done here, Hun!” Shit… Can this place actually get any worse? I may as well have a sign across my neck saying “all-you-can-fuck buffet” at this point. I casually stretched out, counting time on my fingers as my pleas for help were answered by pitifully sadistic glances, and harrowing leers from other cells. My mind drew blank as a droplet of water hit my keenly empty expression, awakening me from my daydreaming trance, and bringing my attention to Faylinn, who had been giggling from outside my cell. “How’s it going, stud muffin?” She prodded, taking advantage of my necessity for her assistance. “I’m doing fine, fruitcake,” I started, as she began laughing, “just wish I was tied up over a burning fire, with little meat skewers picking at my skin—you know, just to really drill in how comfortable I am right now.” She uncontrollably laughed, alerting the other envious girls as she opened my cell, and began pushing me against the wall. I whispered out in distress, “Hey what the fuck are you—” “Trust me, you’ll need this later. Do you remember seeing a ladder around here?” She hushed out, forcing a spare key, and knife into my pocket, along with my old map—which had fallen into Relin’s possession when I was dragged out the prior night. “Y-Yeah, I saw it a while back…” I responded, mutedly. She nodded, and whispered softly in my ear, “Good… Run there when you hear the night bell from down here… Head up to the fifth floor, and meet us in you-know-who’s room. Relin will have her out soon.” “B-But Serena… and Ilene knows—and I need to grab—” I frantically breathed out, as she placed one finger on my lips, changing into a more provocative position. “Don’t worry—Serena knows about the plan, and Ilene is too much of a sap to actually do anything with her pent up animosity. The food is something I dealt with soon after we met. No way was I going to let you rush into that hellhole of a kitchen to grab some food. Don’t worry, just run when you hear the bell, and don’t look back.” She interjected, calming me, before pushing me to the ground. “Fay—” I lashed back in confusion. “Pathetic! You can’t even keep a hard on for a few minutes? Tch… none of you girls waste your time with him! He’s a one-pump chump!” she yelled out, winking as she left the cell. I threw my head back, yawning as I forced myself to stay awake, and crossed my legs ‘crisscross applesauce’ style. How the fuck did she… Wait, she’s close with one of the jailers if I recall… She does night shifts? Maybe… Who knows, but the point is that she used connections to get me what I needed… A true woman, Rey’s lucky. Shit-shit, I just thought about Avisera again—dammit I miss her. Slight tears streamed down my cheeks, cooling my exasperation. I closed my eyes, finding my center, while I took deep, hard breaths. All right, that’s better… I’ll find Avisera once I’m out, and even introduce her to the whole gang. It’ll be good fun, and everything will open up for us to head to the Amazoness camp. That’s right Avisera, I remembered—everything. Soon it’ll all be over. Loud footsteps echoed across the hall, trickling into my cell as a shorter, yet more calmed, harpy approached me. My cell door opened, and she stood in front of me, glaring down. “So, have some time to reflect, JD?” Ilene’s incessantly abusive tone clawed out. Fuck… I’ll just, tap into her inner kindness, I guess? “I-I… You know I wouldn’t ever try to hurt you, Ilene!” I yelled out, hiding my contempt for her actions. She yelled back, “I can’t trust that! Not when you and Serena are so close!” This woman… I’ve never had the urge to strangle a girl for being obstinate before, but this one… I sighed, moving in on her, attempting to hide my furious glare, and responded, “I don’t want you to hate me… Serena and I are very close…” her eyes dropped, “ but so are you and I. That’s why we must,” clearing my throat, I dragged her further into my cell, and whispered, “that’s why we must escape—tomorrow. Okay?” Her anger dropped as we once again embraced each other, and her bipolar nature led blind love to overshadow rational thinking, allowing her to quickly forgive me, and caused her to ignore the clinking within my clothes. I pushed her back, this time sincerely responding, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to any of you… so make sure you’re ready by tomorrow.” She nodded, kicking me in the foot for being with Serena, and smiled as she proceeded out of the dungeon. Phew… That’s one problem dealt with! Now I just need to prepare myself to dodge out in a few hours. Heck, I might get some food once we’re out. Fucking starving in here. The hours of lay time and drudgingly painful moans from the never-ending torturous sex slavery in this lower-level dungeon proved astonishingly difficult to cope with. My energy was drained come the end of the night, and I feigned sleep as the harpies passed my cell, coated in slick sweat and exhausted. Slowly opening a single eye, I arose, waiting for the ring of this so-called ‘bell’ that could only be heard from the lower levels. Hours of tireless sitting and meandering around my thoughts brought my lifeless sense of grievance to fruition. Nearly asleep, I softly heard the sound of a bell chiming across the dark hall, as every slave within the hall was whipped, beaten, and too damaged to wake up from painstaking sleep, none of them awoke. Is this… it must be, it should be about time. In that moment, I didn’t think about my surroundings, my situation, or what could have happened to me. I merely ran, as fast as I could without making too much noise, and as I reached the ladder: towering over my ascent to freedom, my mind drew blank, and my body took over. Clutching tight to the wooden railing and holds of the ladder, I forced my weak, malnourished body up, distressed by the soundless, void nature of the typically booming complex. Without wing beats and tortured moans to fill this fiendish prison, everything felt unsettlingly simple. I looked around, not sparing a moment too much, as I persevered onwards, avoiding any night guards who were checking in-and-out of each cell. Slowly nearing in on my destination, I pushed up, reaching a hand up to the fifth floor. Okay… I’ve made it… and now—holy shit! I quickly plummeted down a few bars, avoiding any sense of sound, as I noticed the guard’s light next to the ladder. She quickly proceeded into a nearby room, and I threw myself up, sprinting for the door of the lead guard’s quarters—but finding myself stumped as to which room that would be. My photographic memory didn’t reign true in this moment, so I quickly took my best guessed, and creaked open the door, a long hallway set between the entrance and the next door. Now or never, baby! I forced the door open, silenced filled the room, and nobody was to be found. I fell to my knees, soul dead, and mind ruptured by painful revelation, as I cried, landing on all fours. The cooling nature of my tears seared my dried skin as it passed over, and I felt a cool breeze rush in. Huh…? Suddenly, my mind focused, and my senses latched onto the faint cries of what seemed to be Faylinn from somewhere in the distance. I searched the room, remembering the space Ilene and I had left prior—as I pushed the bed aside, and rushed down the hole hidden beneath it, finding a trail of blood, and the thick, emanating cries of Faylinn, and now Serena. Sprinting down the hall, I forced myself forward, nearly slipping on the thick slides of blood as I felt the musty warmth of the tight, humid pathway close in on me. There’s no fucking way! Goddammit! We came too far for this bullshit! I sprinted, wind covering my ears and moisture covering my eyes, as my senses deteriorated, and left me blinded at the sight of a corpse, pierced through the chest, as I noticed bags, and three figures in front of me—all solemn, saddened, and crushed. |
YaN333Sep 14, 2014 7:44 AM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Wording is exquisite as always .... I wonder where you took the inspiration though |
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| Man, I missed this shit a lot. Can't wait to read more... hoping that everything is not going to blow up after your last sentence... Still JD said: The soft droplets of water permeating my weak eardrums every few seconds were astounding, for they managed to drive my insatiable need for human interaction to the peak of insanity in a simplistic ensemble of hardly audible noises. What the fuck is this shit!? How do you even do this? C'mon! XD |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
| wow, I had prepared myself for that but it still was a shock to the senses. |
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| Glad to see this show can continue! Oh, and with such a heartwarming chapter to bring us back in gently =P |
| lol nice |
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Arc 1: Couples—Nests Chapter 17: Blue Night—Red Hunt As I hyperventilated, each breath burning into my chest, I grabbed Relin tight by the shirt, tossed him against the wall, and screamed at his averted eyes. “What the living fuck is this?” I screamed out. The two bird-women looked in my eyes, and Faylinn responded, “Look JD, just calm dow—” “Calm down? Calm the fuck down, you say? You expect me to relax when there’s a guard lying limp in front of me, eyes dead, a pool of blood soaking my boots? Yeah, fuck that.” I sharply interjected, temper rising. Relin tightly gripped my arm in frustration, looking into my eyes with fury. “She caught on…” he slowly explained, breathing deeply, “what exactly did you expect me to do? Let everything go to waste, and end up sending Serena and Fay to the reeducation cells? No thanks,” he tightly replied. My eyes drew dull, and I looked at the dying lights that were my allies’ blighted expressions. We rectified my following actions with subtle visual agreement, before I proceeded to avert my eyes, press my foot on the soft cushion of the guard, and push hard—kicking the once lively bird-woman to the bottom of the cliff located outside of the opening. A few fine-tuned leers diverted from the walls, and towards my face for but an instance, before we proceeded, dawn-lit foliage fighting our vision. “Can you try to explain how the fuck that whole catastrophe happened, Relin?” I questioned, accusingly. “Look… What’s done is done. Fay caught her pushing me down, trying to slit my throat for information. Shit happened, okay?” He responded, violently. “Whatever man… It’s your funeral if they catch you…” I responded, hinting at our eventual separation. The drained expressions of Relin and Faylinn coursed through the skies mid-flight, and opened my eyes to the dawning problem of where we were heading. “Hey, can I take a look at the map? We could stop in the brush below?” I questioned, as Serena began lowering me. “We shouldn’t take long… Or else, you know…” Faylinn gently pleaded. “JD, make sure to not take too long.” Serena exclaimed, giving me her best ‘puppy dog’ eyes. Dropping into the brush, cooled by moonlight, Serena blushed while moving further into the tree line. I sat crisscross in the middle of the grass, iridescent blue from the dull moonlight, as I pulled out the map from my shirt. “If the town is… over the mountains and across the trees… then… okay… I guess we head straight east until we find this road… right?” I muttered to myself. Faylinn and Relin both laughed at me, questioning my so-called ‘map-reading skills.’ “Fucking bloke’s plan is to head east for a road? Golden… we won’t get lost with his level of expertise on this island, right Fay?” Raylinn chuckled out. “I don’t need to condescending bullshit, Rey-bies” I responded, relishing in my poorly worded pun. “Pfft… Ha-ha, great insult, Jay-Dee” Faylinn interjected, elongating the syllables of my name in an attempt to antagonize me. We threw our heads back in laughter, as we heard a brazen rustling in coming towards us from the brush. “Oh, welcome back blushy-bird.” I let out, trying to continue my spree of bad-puns and name alterations. “We’re back.” A sadistic, delighted voice breathed out. The clearing drew silent, and I dropped the map, as Fay began to motion for us to run. Relin tugged on my shirt, and began to sprint away like prey knowing it was being hunted. I stood my ground, and screamed, “There… there is no fucking way!” Four wings approached us, one bird grasped in the tight, full-body grip of the other bird, as they prodded closer. The red eyes of the bird in control contrasted the blue, filtered light rays burning holes in the floral ceiling above us. A dreamlike realm of overgrown plants coated in rainy blares and fiery reflections. Muffled yelps from behind me reverberated in my ears, the scene grew numb, and Serena was tossed to the ground affront me. “Ilene, are these the idiots who killed our commander?” One of the young voices questioned, wings flapping out. “I’m not sure… I mean, we did catch them escaping soon after we found her body, but what are the chances? I’m sure they didn’t do anything, or at least… JD didn’t do anything, right?” Ilene’s cruel, saddened tone pressed into my ears like a cushion smothering my very thoughts. “L-Look… We mean no harm to you. Just let us—” “Shut up, JD!” Ilene screamed out, trying to calm down, “I know! They forced you to come, right? You wanted to take me, but you couldn’t, right? They didn’t want us to be together, right?” she hysterically continued. Shit… Shit… Shit! Ilene is fucking crazy… What am I supposed to do? Throw myself at her to calm her down? Fuck it! I took a deep breath, looked around subtly, noticing the weapons on the ground from Serena’s dropped bag, and the two black harpies behind me. I stepped towards Ilene, looking into Serena’s eyes intently, pleading for her to pick up the weapon by Ilene’s feet. As I reached Ilene, embracing her tightly, her eyes lightened, and her grip on Serena loosened. Within a single instance, feathers flew off, knocking Ilene back slightly, and Serena placed a spear against her throat, as I turned around. “Look at Ilene! Look at her! Do you really want to return to the nest explaining that you let a prize child die for the sake of getting revenge?” I questioned, their eyes averting as their weapons dropped. “Pathetic, you’d be smitten in an instant!” I screamed out, and they dropped to the floor. Ilene bit her tongue, as the other two birds darted towards us, talons fixed on the soft sides of my neck. Within an instant, I was tugged away from Serena, and smashed into a nearby tree, my ears ringing in the same dull tone that reverberated across my body. “Aaugh! Fuck! I can’t…” “You’ll never leave me, JD! We’ll be together forever! I don’t care about the rest of the world as long as we can both just live together for eternity, in life or death!” Ilene screamed out, body shaking from her hysteria-driven psychotic rampage. Silence drew quick and true, as nobody could react—nobody but Serena. Serena’s anger compounded into rage, as she swiftly drew the sweat-moistened wood of the spear back, clenching it tight in her petite hands, and thrust it into Ilene’s throat, penetrating the tree behind her, and splitting the bark. Everyone’s eyes darted around in confusion, as Relin and Fay began shivering in place. Serena’s usually cool blue eyes had turned dull, and she cut through the luminescence of melancholic moonlight, kicking through the resistance of the air around her, and smashing her wings against the two other harpies. The larger one absorbed most of Serena’s blow, as her shoulder blades compacted together, and the acute snapping of her ribs forced blood out of her mouth. As this happened, the other flapped her remaining, tattered wing as fast as she could, slamming into foliage on her way up, the limp wing acting as dead weight on her shoulder. Serena began thrusting upwards, but I jetted my hand out, and grabber her leg, using my remaining strength to shake my head, telling her it wasn’t worth it. A soft thud could be heard in the distance if one listened well enough, but that did not matter to any of us, we were solely focused on getting away from there, and reaching some kind of main road. Relin and Faylinn both fell dead to the floor, unable to recuperate from the events that had just transpired. Slowly, the two of them got up, motioning silently for me to follow, and as I began to force my body upwards, I felt a painful, sharp sensation rush down my spine causing me to let out a brief yelp. “I… I can’t… I can’t feel my legs…” As the night passed by, dawn-soaked light burning into the ground around us, the spilled blood of that evening drudged even the radiant light of the sun into sadness. |
YaN333Dec 28, 2014 10:52 PM
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Stuff! (c'mon, I don't even though how to comment on chapters anymore) |
| Signature removed. It was too good for this cruel world. |
beast_regards said: Stuff! (c'mon, I don't even though how to comment on chapters anymore) And Beast has finally gone off the deep end... Give him a hand, folks. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
JD said: “Shut up, JD!” Ilene screamed out, trying to calm down, “I know! They forced you to come, right? You wanted to take me, but you couldn’t, right? They didn’t want us to be together, right?” she hysterically continued. Shit… Shit… Shit! Ilene is fucking crazy… What am I supposed to do? Throw myself at her to calm her down? Fuck it! Daaaamn, who would have expected a yandere crazy girl coming from "YandereTheEmo"... XD You faggot, always killing all dem ladies ù_ù Still, this chapter was so filled with tension, when I realized I finished it I was like "D:" I loved your reactions, they feel natural even in the middle of this caos lol We'll see how your writing changed, be sure to give us more soon. ù_ù |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
SydoKiller said: JD said: “Shut up, JD!” Ilene screamed out, trying to calm down, “I know! They forced you to come, right? You wanted to take me, but you couldn’t, right? They didn’t want us to be together, right?” she hysterically continued. Shit… Shit… Shit! Ilene is fucking crazy… What am I supposed to do? Throw myself at her to calm her down? Fuck it! Daaaamn, who would have expected a yandere crazy girl coming from "YandereTheEmo"... XD You faggot, always killing all dem ladies ù_ù Still, this chapter was so filled with tension, when I realized I finished it I was like "D:" I loved your reactions, they feel natural even in the middle of this caos lol We'll see how your writing changed, be sure to give us more soon. ù_ù I originally said Dis' bitch es loco but it took away from the tension. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Glad to see you've rejoined the world of the living--or found a way to post this from the beyond. Either way, keep it up =P |
emeraldtryst said: Glad to see you've rejoined the world of the living--or found a way to post this from the beyond. Either way, keep it up =P Yeah... It's becoming harder to type, though... What with rigor mortis setting in and whatnot. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Amateur, after 72 hrs you need a fresh body to possess |
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greatgreenman said: Amateur, after 72 hrs you need a fresh body to possess It's my first time doing this shit, don't pester me. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Did someone say pesto!? à_à |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
SydoKiller said: Did someone say pesto!? à_à Mama Mia Pizzaria? |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Hey just an old possession vet offering some sound advice for the green bean |
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greatgreenman said: Hey just an old possession vet offering some sound advice for the green bean I didn't choose the dead life, the dead life chose me. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| So... for the sake of my own remembrance, and any of ya'll who suffered through or were overjoyed by the 3-4 month gap in my story, I'm writing a brief recap. Chapter 0 - Brief Recap is Brief To begin, our glorious, intelligent, masculine, gorgeous, wonderful, generally 'great guy' of Hero, JD, woke up stranded in the dingy underbelly (pun intended) of a forest, only met with the comfort of what he would call a 'bull-woman.' After scuffling to get her off of him, he met our quirky, bird-for-brains (Ha) of a heroine, Serena. She saved him from becoming a martyr for rape-cases around the globe, and the two began on their way towards a nearby shantytown. After tackling a gentle kikimora to the dirt, and passing out, JD was dragged to the shantytown, hidden in the trees, where he spent his next few days. Their he met many kind, war-torn veterans of MSG island, regardless of his spiteful opinions of some of them . This is where he began to have what I can only describe as 'the visions' .They informed him of the Jinko sex slave traders passing through the jungle, and how according to their information, they should be safe--however, if anyone were to pass by, housing JD would cause quite a bit of trouble for the villagers. JD returned to his chambers, feeling quite uneasy and wary of his value relative to the villagers' convenience. After facing the tribulation of a dreadful dream, JD awoke covered in sweat. He leaped out of bed, and began to scrounge up enough recourses to make a miniature survival kit, beginning his trek out of the town. Unfortunately, on his way out of the larger jungle around them, he was met by the unfortunate gaze of a sexually depraved Jinko--let's call her Avisera, for simplicity's sake. Avisera pounced on JD, pinning him in place. After a brief 'conversation,' for lack of a better word to capture the sadism and intense foreplay involved, Avisera was charmed by JD's facetious remarks in the face of danger and his caustic tone, leading her to release him from her tight grasp. After pleading for her to let him go, Avisera decided to follow him North, and became his first 'Companion.' After a few days of trekking with Avisera, they stopped at a clearing, and JD gained insight into Avisera's past, and incentive for following him. Avisera was part of a tribe of Jinko with strong territorial history and deep-rooted bloodlines. One of their generational rituals was branding four of the girls born in any generation as "Avisera" as a method of snuffing out free-thinking and any concepts of men being anything more than slaves for reproductive purposes and pleasure, as well as improving the prowess of the tribe. The emotional connection between JD and Avisera furthered, and they began to get much closer, but the two of them were still being haunted by glimpses of their pasts. The two of them continued on their path towards a possible nearby town. This is when JD first learned about "Terra-Veinira" a multi-cultural, mixed-tribal society consisting of 6 races, and many different political and social layers of power. The two decided to avoid this epicenter of the slave trading industry, and headed towards a mountain-town to the west. After arriving, the two quickly befriended the people of this moderate-sized town. Avisera and JD continued to grow closer, as JD gained more insight into the culture around him, and the world he was dealing with. Around this time, Avisera began going into her cycle, becoming more sexually rampant, and pouncing on JD with every chance she had. These rude awakenings and aggressive interactions led JD to take his usual 'flight' alternative during a night of high duress. As he walked through the forest outside of the town, he was met by Serena, the harpy he'd loss touch with after the shantytown scare. She informed him that she'd be coming back in a day or two to see him again, and then she left. JD's daily life with Avisera and the townsfolk continued as normal, and he even tried his hand at hunting for game with the alpha males of the town, Carl and Blaine. However, this calm was once again cut short by the town's sexual deviant, Avisera. JD reluctantly submitted to her assaults after a few hours straight, and the two of them truly 'connected' for the first time, albeit only briefly. A local werecat in the town grew quite angry towards JD during his final day staying there, as she had found remnant feathers from Serena's visit, and was furious about how oblivious JD was to the dangers of Black Harpies in the region. Before she could explain, JD was abducted by two harpies who had been following Serena's trail during her 'extracurricular activities,' or search ventures for JD. This was the last time JD saw Avisera to this point in the story. Their romance was cut short by the black shimmer of two pairs of talons and four wings. For the next stretch of time, JD was trapped in 'the nest' a slave-ridden prison controlled by the higher-ups of the Black Harpy clan in Terra-Veinira. This is where he met Relin, Faylinn, and Ilene, three of the most integral characters of his tale. Serena quickly reunited with JD, but was torn away from him again by the ruling of the nest's leadership, who decided of their better judgement to bestow JD upon Ilene, for purposes of bringing the two of them together in union, furthering the tribe's power. Unfortunately, Ilene's bipolar sadism inevitably pushed JD away, causing her to act based on fear, anger, and hysteria, rather than her usual measured mindset. JD later met Relin and Faylinn, after being tossed in a lower cell by Ilene for being caught with Serena. This led to their plan to escape during the night when new slaves were being transported in. After many endeavors, the three of them decided to escape before the night when the slaves would be transferred, as to avoid being caught and dragged back by Ilene, who had learned of their plan after taunting and tormenting JD for days. Note: During this time, JD learned quite a bit more about Terra-Veinira, and began formulating his own theories about 'the flame,' but they're a bit too convoluted (and half-assed based on how they were originally written) for me to share in a recap. The gist of it is that 'the flame' has some level of influence in controlling the people, and dissuading any uprisings. After continual planning, and perpetual sexual tension between both parties involved with JD, namely Serena and Ilene, the group finally began their escape. Faylinn gathered recourses, while JD and Serena waited out the day of the escape in solitary confinement, and Relin 'coerced' a guard into lowering her guard, allowing for them to escape out a hidden entrance. Unfortunately, Relin was caught red handed by the guard, and nearly executed on the spot, if not for the fact that Faylinn used the element of surprise to take out the guard, leaving her fresh corpse at the end of the entrance tunnel. JD and Serena were met by this horrendous scene, unable to comprehend the causation, or reason behind it. However, after petty bickering, and brief bouts of JD's frustration, the group kicked the body off the edge, and began on their way out east. After stopping in a clearing, so Serena could grab water, and the group could plan their next actions, Ilene and two guards who had found their commander's limp body arrived at the group's location, locking them down with spears in hand. This altercation lasted most of the night, until JD grabbed Ilene at her weakest moment, prompting Serena, who had been previously pinned down, to disarm Ilene and pin her to a tree. In Ilene's rage, she ordered the guards (with her commanding power as a 'prized child') to kill all of them, with JD first. After the two darted over, slamming JD against a nearby tree, nearly incapacitating him, Serena also became consumed by rage, jetting the spear through Ilene's throat, splitting the tree behind her. She continued by 'de-winging' (forcefully ripping the wings off) the other two guards, leaving one left barely alive, hovering away as she collapsed in the brush barely 50 meters from the clearing. Serena calmed down as JD used the last of his strength to quell her anger. As the group recuperated, and began running away, JD realized the horrendous truth: he could no longer feel his legs. Now with the four of them struggling both to heal JD, and with finding a way to escape the grasp of Terra-Veinira's empire; and Avisera on the hunt for them, the story moves onto its second arc: Magic--Doubt Okay guys, so that's an oversimplified refresher of what transpired in the first 17 chapters of the story. I should be posting more regularly now, so be ready for more senseless trivialities adventures with JD: 'The Bashful Cripple' and his band of misfit criminals. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| *Slow clap* I bet I remembered your story better than you! XD |
"You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
SydoKiller said: *Slow clap* I bet I remembered your story better than you! XD Probably true xD I was skimming through chapters to jog my memory. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Its always nice to recap :P, I sometimes have to skim the stories to remember whats going on lol. |
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