'What I wanted....more than anything in the
world...was to shift to wolf. Like my family. I would be a powerful force to be
reckoned with. I would be swift and agile as any wolf. I would decimate my foes
swiftly and surely....but alas, such was not my fate. So I am all these things
and more, in my human skin....but inside, my wolf spirit growls.'
~Allya's inner monologue from when she was younger~
// So while rereading older then dirt solos I had written out, I had forgotten that Allya was an 'unaware' psychokinetic or telekinetic. Meaning, in a old rp solo I had written, she had had a horrible nightmare about fire, and somehow, her curtains suddenly caught fire in her room and she awoke to it and had to have help putting it out. And once, when Rheagal made her mad and she yelled at him, something behind him that was glass, shattered rather forcefully.
She is unaware because it happens so
random, and she hasn't had any training in it,
but it could help explain a few things about her. Why she can 'talk' to
and be understood by animals, how she can hear Daemon so easily (Though she
firmly believes it is solely because of how close they are and she can not hear
any other humans.) and why somethings happen around her that at times, she just
can't explain. Things moving or disappearing entirely, things breaking when
she's angry, stuff like that.
thought that would be something cool to
explore down the line in more detail.
// SOLO...because I can't sleep...had a rough day and found good music that inspired this....
It was so bright! The light stung her eyes
making it harder to see. The sounds were damn near deafening as artists from
all over had gathered to celebrate. There were so many sounds, smells, sights
to behold that she didn't know where to look first as she was led out into the
bright sunlight from behind a curtain where she had been instructed to wait.
She wasn't really sure what was going on, but all around her was chaos. All was
delight and merrymaking as well as sounds of a tourney coming from two places
over, the people's cheers able to be heard even at that distance.
Suddenly, she was moving. Walking, head
held high down a small pathway through the chaos. She had no moment to wonder
about what was happening or where she was going, just that she had to reach the
peak of the path without making a misstep. Why and how she knew this, she had
no idea. But she could feel the tension wash away from her the more she walked.
Feel her body slowly begin to relax the further down the path she got. People
were cheering, throwing flowers at her feet, all around her people bestowed
blessings...and she had no earthly idea why. The dress she wore was nicely
made. To nice for something that she would own herself or ever be able to
afford. It was dark red, inlaid with sapphires and emeralds along the hemline
and the sleeves. Her hair done up fashionably in a style, she had never worn
before either. Why?
As she drew closer to the end of the path,
she saw before her a chair, empty. No, not a chair, a throne! Beside it sat
Morgul, huge and monstrous in his size as he now was full height for his
species. When had THAT happened!? She looked around her slowly, feeling her
heartbeat picking back up. This had to be a mistake! She didn't belong on any
throne. Didn't want it! But she found herself as if pulled towards it, and upon
reaching it, found herself turning to face the crowd as if nothing she did was
her own choice. the harder she fought against such things, the more the power
forcing her to move made her do so. it actually hurt, to struggle against it
and soon she found herself sitting upon that throne, Morgul roaring at her side
as his wings spread, demanding in a way for everyone to pay reverence to her
and the crowd did as bid. All cheered, all praised her name...but...something
wasn't right. This was so wrong. This wasn't what she aspired too. What was
happening!!
She watched as a Maester came closer with a
smaller crown and she visibly shook her head, but even that small movement
hurt. No! No! No! Not her! This wasn't right! She wasn't a ruler! She didn't
rule...not alone! It wasn't her birthright! Closer and closer that crown got,
and she struggled to speak, to say SOMETHING, but nothing escaped her. Why was
she here? Why was she here alone? Daemon! Where was Daemon? Where was someone
to STOP this from happening! She didn't want it! Not at the expense of those
she loved. Not for any reason. No! Please...STOP!!!
Sitting up with a hoarse cry of
"STOP!' upon her lips, the thunder crashed as lighting flashed around the
castle of Driftmark. Gasps echoed from her lips as she realized, to her relief
that it was solely a dream. Only a dream. Pulling the blankets more firmly
around her, she settled back in bed, trying to calm her heartbeat. What could
that dream have meant? Why would she have it at all? She was safe though. Still
on Driftmark, her wounds all but healed. Morgul safe and growing bigger every
day. Daemon safe as well, for she could sense him still. That little light
flickering within her mind as she focused on him. Thank the Gods all was well.
But...why the dream? She had no such intentions. No desires for it either.
Curling back up on her side, she sighed deeply and staring at the fire, tried
to lull herself back to sleep. Listening to the storm as it howled outside her
window.
Armand had finally ceased his tears, sniffing as he held onto Marius for dear life. He refused to believe the words that Aemond had so callously thrown at him, with his disgusting 'gift' as proof. It wasn't true! Laenor was still alive...he would know if it were otherwise, right?
That thought brought him pause as he pulled
slowly back from Maruis and wiped his eyes. "Allya...." He uttered
her name like a prayer. A hope. His eyes glazed a bit in thought before he cast
his eyes to the man at his side once more and then he turned and dashed back
the way he had come, towards home! Allya would know! For sure, he was certain!
That was all he could think about. All he could hope for. Allya would know!
The second he reached home, he burst
through the door and went to his sister's side, taking hold of her arms tightly
as he all but gasped out what it was he wanted from her. "Allya! You would
know if something had happened to Laenor, wouldn't you?" He questioned
with such feveor. "With your...gift?"
Allya looked startled as she turned to look
at her younger brother as he grabbed her and blinked in surprise.
"Whatever do you mean, Armand?" She asked softly, calmly. "I
can't do human, you know this. I can't hear their thoughts."
"You do Daemon! You hear HIS
thoughts" He shot back at her in earnest.
"That is DIFFERENT!" She said,
with a slight warning tone to her voice as his grip had become quite strong.
"You know it. Now let go." She said and sighed as Armand released her
and backed away, looking all the more sad. "Look...Armand, I think Aemond
was just being mean to you." She said gently as she held out her hand to
show her brother what she held within, what she had found. The severed finger
Aemond had thrown at Armand and jested that his lover was dead. "Scent it,
Brother....it does not smell like anyone we know..." She said gently.
Taking the finger with a grimace, Armand
allowed the scent to waft through his nose and over his tongue. It was not
Laenor's, for which he was most thankful and nearly cried again, till he
realized what had actually happened. He turned and cast the appendage into the
fire with a soft snarl. "That----that---!" He couldn't think of any
words good enough to call him! He had played with his emotions, had riled him,
it was a horrible thing to do, even if it had been a joke. He felt anger rise
up in him again, but he attempted to squash it. Laenor was alive, it wasn't
him....that was all that mattered....but his wolf had very nearly been called
without his permission. He felt ashamed for reacting in such a way. He was
better than that...
~ALLYA~
~ALLYA~
Cause's she my dangerous little badass!
*giggles* She'd do something like this too.....
Name. Roose Bolton
Family. Ramsay Bolton, Bastard son.
Books and Shows. Main storyline. Game Of
Thrones. Though with how I play him he could fall anywhere on the timeline.
MUWAHAHA
High Muse
"Something troubling you, My
Lord?" The dark haired maiden came closer from his side and just behind,
having seen him in a state of contemplation.
Syria wasn't as well known as they rest of
her....family, but she was a curious sort of person and often wandered about
the roads and hills of this new place alone. She having learned much about
those that lived or ruled nearby and had come to seek a space in the Bolton's
household...for a time. Who else to better stumble upon to ask such a request,
than the Lord, himself?
"Forgive me. You seemed deep in
thought. Was there anything I might help you with?"
The idiot! In all honesty it took a good
deal of patience and biting his own tongue not to grow quick to anger with the
young fool! His methods were questionable! He clearly had not the stomach for
war yet thought himself a leader! Staring across the field that was still
soaked of blood despite many of the carts having left Roose had only become
aware of the female once she'd spoken. Mainly because he merely suspected the
soft footsteps to be one of many healers and morticians out seeing to the dead
and injured. His gaze shifted towards her finally, his expression null of much
more than frustration and he seemed to eye her for a moment before letting out
a sigh.
"Nothing that can be helped. No
offense" He finally informed her before giving the field one last glance,
his eyes moving back to where she stood. Not another word was spoken as he
still assumed she was one of the healers who'd strayed to check on him. She
wouldn't have been the first and he was soon heading back for where he'd left one
of his men and their horses.
Syria had nodded at the Lord's words but
was unsure exactly how to proceed. She was a healer, but most would not be
content with her version of healing...nor likely to survive it. Being she
wasn't human and her people's way of healing....well...lets just say water was
involved and when one could not breathe under it...well...you get the idea. Or
fire for that matter. Still, she had paid somewhat of attention when Becca and
Allya had been sent to heal or to help and was sure she could at least give
comfort to those who needed it if not heal them. For her empathy was more where
her power lay.
Pausing only a moment, she turned quickly
upon her heel and walked after Roose. Calling out again. "My Lord...a
moment please?" She asked as she caught up to him and offered a small
smile.
"I had heard that you were looking for
help. About your Keep and the stables? I have come to see if that were true."
She tried not to blush for she wasn't very good with dealing with people.
"I might not look like much, but I am strong and will work hard if there
is a job to be done. Have you any positions open?" She inquired.
Oh absolute hell! Could he not get even a
moments peace or in the least make it back to camp without such bothersome
shit! Still he merely shared a look with his man who sat in wait before slowly
turning, back towards her with a raised eyebrow as she merely began rambling.
How has she managed to track him down!? Here!? Well, perhaps it wasn't uncommon
knowledge who he traveled with and if she'd briefly seen them she could have
hung around long enough to seek him out. Seemed likely enough so he didn't
questioned it.
"I have two several. Though I'd prefer
to have someone to tend to the war horses as I believe for now it's a bit quiet
up north. Most of the horses are with us..." He replied all to bluntly
nodding to the distance where the thick trees just managed to shroud their
camp. Though for the most part there was still soldiers coming and going from
that area so it was obvious where it was.
"However, I will not lie to you. I had
hoped to find a boy for both you understand?" He informed her making sure
she understood that was she was asking was honestly a bit far fetched. Uncommon
to say the least however, he was also in need of ... Someone else. Someone he
could trust however and to do that he would need to give her and a few of his
other men and servants awhile in service before he chose for that. "Do you
have any experience? I might be convinced to overlook your other, qualifications
if that be the case" He finally decided after a brief moment of quick
thought. Frankly, her being around would certainly help his men should she
actually know what she was doing. Less work to do when they need be resting and
preparing to travel and keep on the move.
Hearing of his answer and then the
following words, Syria attempted not to look affronted at not being exactly
what was expected. Everyone was always looking for a boy or a man to do the
work needed. As if the idea of a capable woman able to handle the same job was
an unheard of idea. But she kept such thoughts off her face and out of her eyes
as she nodded at his question.
"I do. Have experience with horses,
Sir. War horses in particular."
It wasn't a total lie. She had worked with
Allya in the same King's stables before for many, many years. Learning as she
went. And while she couldn't 'talk' to them like Allya could, she could no less
interpret their moods and desires and see what needed to be done, done.
"I used to work in a King's stables.
For many years. I learned much under his head grooms tutelage." The fact
that that 'groom' had been a woman, she left out as well.
A rather impressed look crossed his face
for a moment. He'd half expected her to claim she'd had horses and somehow that
made her knowledgeable. Still, it was pleasantly surprising. "Well, then
forgive me for my quick judgements. I will offer you work, on a trial
bases" He replied, making sure to note his mind could still change should
she prove to be less than what she described or for whatever reason she wasn't
a good fit. Women could be hard to have for long out here, whether it be the
harsh weather or traveling or even the men causing her issues or vice versa. So
he had to still be a bit leery to the idea if anything for her sake.
"I'll need you to start at your earliest
convenience. Should you need to fetch your things do so, and meet me at my tent
by tonight at the latest" He informed her, not bothering to waste anytime
caring for whether she had questions as he could deal with that at a later
time. Instead he was already turning and moving to mount his horse, taking the
reigns from his man before his eyes went to her once more as if to make sure
she was in agreement. She'd certainly seemed desperate enough with how she'd
found him.
// I KNOW WHO THIS IS!!!
"yes, we all do. Oh boy!" Becca
smirked.
"What a delightful, evil little man
this should be." Armand chuckled in a tone no one ever heard him use
before.
"Careful who you're calling little.
Shrimp" Euron
"Ohhh! He has fangs! Me like!"
Armand smirked.
"Ummm...is HE ok?" Rheagal asked.
"With him, who knows." Allya
chuckled.
Euron snorted a rather loud laugh
"Well don't get to excited there. Might wet your pants and that would just
make this so much weirder" he remarked smartly.
Armand blinked and then chuckled softly.
"He funny too. I like him already."
Rheagal and Allya just look at each other
and shrug.
"Sooo....are you a new King or a new
King wanna be?" Rheagal asked.
"Way to go, Rheagal. Lets just insult
the new person right out of the box." Allya rolled her eyes.
"Are you a female or just a wee
bitch?" Euron shot at Rheagal all to quickly with a rather crooked smirk.
"Wee bitch.." Armand answered,
with a small smirk.
"What is WITH you today?" Rheagal
turned on his brother.
Armand only shrugged. "What? It's
true. Everyone thinks so. Grow up."
Allya snickered and bit her lip, hard!
"My condolences sir wee bitch. It must
be very hard having a cock so small no bitch can feel it" Euron mused
wiggling a pinky mockingly at Rheagal before laughing again at the two idiots
now about to fight one another.
Rheagal only growled and stormed off in a
huff. Why does everyone pick on him?
"Sorry about him. Ignore him most
times, if you can." Allya chuckled and nodded. "I'm Allya."
"Armand." The white haired male
spoke up with a grin.
"Ah I see, and I should care because
....?" He gestured with the knife he was currently holding and the piece
of fruit now in his hand a bit over dramatically.
They both shrugged.
"Good point....you shouldn't. Most
just find him annoying." Armand smirked.
"So...what is your name?" Allya
asked, somewhat politely.
Euron laughed, clearly they'd missed the
point but nevermind that. This was at least mostly entertaining. "Greyjoy,
Euron Greyjoy ... Captain, Prince, won't be long and you'll have King as an
option" He boasted with a cocky smirk.
"Pleasure Euron." Allya nodded
politely, tilting her head a bit. "Captain, Prince and soon to be king?
Sounds like a good title or two." She chuckled softly.
"Not to cocky about it, are you?"
Armand smirked a bit. "We are royals in our own right, but wasn't raised
as such."
"Cocky? Do I seem cocky to you? Maybe
you're the one who's cocky!" The pirate prince smarted back towards Armand
in an almost challenging sort of manner before cracking a smirk.
Armand looked over at the other male and
chuckled. "Naw...to both." He smirked over at Allya. "I like
him. He'll eat Rheagal alive."
Allya nearly choked on her drink at her
brother's words, gazing before laughing.
"What's a Rheagal?" He remarked,
expression looking nearly bored and having hardly paid attention to any of
their names anyway even if they had gave it.
"The idiot who stormed out of here
after you called him a little bitch." Allya smirked.
"Yea, not the brightest of us
triplets. To say the least." Armand chuckled.
"Ah yes Sir Wee bitch. Still fails to
answer my question as to what a Rheagal is" Euron replied a hint of
sarcasm in his voice before he snickered.
Armand smirked a bit and shook his head.
"I do like this one." He went to pick up a book from the nearby
bookcase and went to read for a bit.
"You know, no one really knows
either...." Allya chuckled.
Allya had been reading books about dragons since the mid-afternoon. She knew a lot, considering she had been studying about them since she was small, and now had Caraxes to talk to, but that wasn't the same as what she wanted. She had always wanted a dragon for herself, and now that she was going to get one, she best study up on her knowledge. Closing her book, she sighed and then stood, heading towards Armand's room. She knocked lightly on the door.
"Armand? Can I come in?"
When given the affirmative, she went in and
came to sit down next to her brother.
"Armand...what do you know about
dragons?" She blurted out. Right to the point. Making her twin look up at
her in curiosity.
They spent the better part of the night,
talking about and discussing and debating on what dragons were
like...everything!
"You BELONG!" Becca voice echoes within memory. "You belong, Allya. Don't ever let anyone make you think otherwise. Just because you do not shift, means nothing. You will ALWAYS be my child, Allya. Nothing can ever change that. Ever."
Tears fell. Memories of that kind was bittersweet for she had many years of feeling like she didn't belong in a family that held a special secret and yet, she didn't.
Even though she had made peace with the fact that she did not shift to wolf, there was still, at times, moments where she felt as if she were still searching for her place. Her niche.
At times, wondering.....would she ever find it?
"The day you miss your kill....the She-Cubs blood....will run down my chin!"
Allya remembered those words very clearly, even though she had been but a youngling, and even though she did not shift to wolf like her brothers did. She had been female, and as such, had been picked out by those who though her the fore coming of a prophecy and had sought to end her. Becca had protected her daughter, of course, but that saying still echoed in the back of her mind even today. Even in this new world......
Would it come true? Would they find her? Would they come for her solely because of her gift? That is why she had trained and trained hard as a youngling. So that no one would ever be able to hurt her or her family. But still....that ever growing thought, reigned in her mind.
Graf von Krolock shared a video from the playlist Rescues.
(bat rescue)
look how cute I am, Babe ❤️🦇
Becca smiles and offers her Mate a piece of
fruit, but when Allya comes in and sees the bat, she is overly excited. Not
knowing it is Krolock in bat form.
"OMG! MOM! When did we get a pet bat!" She gently scoops Kro-bat off her mothers shoulder and coos at it. "You are so cute! Just the tiniest thing! ohhhhh...I love you already! Yes!"
Becca, meanwhile is biting her lip not to
laugh.
// Kro-bat! I LOVE THAT!!! 🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Allya walks off with the little bat in her
arms, just blabbering away about anything and everything she can think of as
she feeds him his banana.
Becca, dies instantly in laughter as her
daughter walks away. Wondering what on earth Krolock will make of this later?
He cuddles into her armes and licks his
little mouth as he hears her talking about a sweet banana.
Becca turns back to her book she had been
reading, smirking to herself....until Allya screams loudly, causing her to
stand and go see what was the matter. "Allya....what?"
"He--He BIT ME!" she shouted and
pointed at the bat that hung near the window, sucking on her finger which was
bleeding. "Damn bat bit me!"
"Breda!" Becca turned to look at
the bat, who didn't seem at all sorry.
"BREDA!! WHAT!!!' Allya looked back
and forth between her mother and the bat.
"Breda...come here..." Becca held
out her hand for him to fly to. "NOW!" She didn't have to yell, as
her words were commanding.
"That's...BREDA!!! and...he BIT
ME!" Allya growled. "Why'd he bite me!"
"I'm sure he didn't mean too...."
"I am sorry, the last bite of the
Banana was to small.... I am really sorry, I didn't mean to bite! Really
not!" He flew on his beloved's hand, looking at Allya with big cute eyes. "Please don't be mad.....please .."
Allya scowled at the bat sitting in her
mother's hand as she finally stopped the blood from flowing. He had bitten her
rather hard. "You still bit me..." She said softly. "You bite no
one but mother....and even if it was an accident, it still hurt."
I am sorry. Really, I didn't want to bite you.
The little bat got tears in his eyes.
Please forgive me...please.
"Ohhh..stop that." Allya huffed
as she looked at the bat. "Fine! I forgive you, but don't do it
again."
Not again, I promise.
He looks cutely and crawled at his beloved' shoulder.
"It's not fair....you being cute as a
bat." Allya smirked. "How do you eat fruit anyway? I thought vampires
couldn't eat."
I know I am cute.
He looks at her, cute as candy.
Well, as a Bat I am able to eat Fruits. And Eggs. And cooked Potatoes,
and so on.
"That's weird...." Allya smirked
and shook her head. "You're still you as a bat, how are you able to do
that?"
Don't ask me, I really don't know.
He
sniffed around, smelling fruits.
☠️Basic
information
Name. Allya Xanrilyn Viserion Peredhel
Aliases. Lea, Lee
Birth sign. Taurus
Skills. Fighting in a ton of different
styles., speaks 6 different languages fluently, knows the ins and outs of every
piece of machinery she puts her hands on or can guess and gets it right,
Healing knowledge, Caller- Which means she can 'talk' to animals and have them
'talk' back to her.
Race. Human in one verse/ Elf-wolf in Sup
verse
Place of birth. Wilheim, Germany
Places lived.
Germany/Ireland/Scotland/Rivendell/Mirkwood
Current home. Lives in a small cottage in
town, near the woods
Health. healthy. The only drug of choice he
has been known to touch is weed and that is a very RARE occassion.
👨👩👧👦Family
and Friends.
Parents. Becca Peredhel and Thannor
Blodsmith (Deceased)/Lucius Malfoy (Armand's bio father)
(YES! You can have twins or ever more by
TWO DIFFERENT MEN in REAL LIFE!! Researched the hell out of it before me and my
friend even wrote it out ages ago.)
Siblings. Armand and Rheagal
😈Personality.
((For those who don't know yet))
Mental health. Pretty good, but she lacks
social skills at times. Having grown up in a secluded cabin for most of her
life with only her mother and brothers. Is very outgoing and cheerful but can
sometimes miss social cues.
Fears. being caged in (Claustrophobia),
drowning (nearly drowned once)
Vices. smoking weed.
Sexuallity. Demisexual. Has to be a
connection there or you might just come away missing some parts.
Sex. Female
Relationships. None yet, but she has her
eye on two in particular. ❤ ❤
Pass times. Reading, writing, carving,
painting, fixing on cars and bikes, training with weapons
Triggers. Just don't insult those she
considers family
♠️Property/Vehicles
Home just out of town
Harley Softtail
Jeep 4X4 Off roader
Allya Peredehil
(Will fill out later)
01: A memory from your character’s
childhood. Learning that she was a Caller and the delight it brought to know
that she could speak to animals.
02: A memory from your character’s teenage
years. Training to be the Head Stable Master in Mirkwood. One of the best times
of her life, working with those magnificent animals!
03: A memory from your character’s career.
She was training to be Head Stable Master of Mirkwood....but now this have
shifted and she has no set plans.
04: A memory that your character cherishes.
Finding and caring for a hurt baby fawn in the woods and watching it grow.
'Talking' to it and becoming friends with it as she cared for it.
05: A memory that your character wishes to
erase. near kidnap when she was younger. A hunter had come onto the land and
was tracking her brothers, and when they saw her, they thought she would be
easy prey and tried to take her. Her mother saved her and her brothers and
killed the hunters. But it still haunts her, the memories sometimes.
06: Something that makes your character
angry.
Anyone who insults or threatens her family.
07: Something that makes your character
happy. Talking to and helping animals, taking care of her family, Healing those
in need, laughing and joking with her family, going on runs with her family and
now pack.
08: Something that makes your character
laugh. her brothers antics. Even more Rheagal cause he is so clueless
09: Something that frightens your
character. cages, collars, nets
10: Something that turns your character on.
biting/scratching, sweet/dirty talk, tender moments spent with loved ones,
seeing her partners pleasure, being sweet with those she loves, cuddling
11: Describe your character’s childhood
friend. Her brothers. They didn't leave the cabin till they were old enough to
move out.
12: Describe your character’s parents.
Mother- Becca Peredehil, Father-Thannor Blasmith (deceased)
13: Describe your character’s former lover.
Never had a lover yet, but Dagfinn and Erik are those she cares for deeply and
loves.
14: Describe your character’s present best
friend. The pack! The whole pack! She is still getting to know them all.
15: Describe your character’s worst enemy.
people who bring harm to her family and pack. Harrison, Lester for starters.
16: What your character does on a day off.
Sleeps? Reads, cooks, cleans, paints, plays
music.
17: What kind of books your character
reads. Any that catches her attention as she has a huge LIBRARY in her home.
18: What kind of music your character
likes. anything with a good beat that doesn't drive her crazy
19: What your character does when they wake
up. hops out of bed, goes to get coffee or a snack, goes to wake up her
brothers or go play pranks to get them to wake up.
20: What your character is like at social
events. watch, listen and then mix and mingle when she feels comfy.
Allya Xarilyn Peredehil
Sexuality:
Muses’ favorite sex positions: Missionary,
Face to face, doggy style (when she finally does so! Still has the V card lol)
Is your muse more dominant or submissive
during sex: can be both, depends on the situation, but as she is still
learning, she'd be a switch.
Favorite place for them to hook up:
bedroom, stable, woods, anywhere really, she's not much into voyeur, but she's
open minded.
Does my muse prefer slow and romantic or
fast-paced and rough sex: depends on situation cause totally loves both.
Where is the strangest place your muse has
hooked up: (hasn't yet)
Have they ever hooked up in public or where
they could’ve easily been caught: Not yet
My muse’s turn-ons: biting, scratching,
sweet/dirty talk, being pinned, held or tied down, role play, pet play, gentle
touches, feather light kisses to her neck, whispering in her ear, skin on skin
contact as she is held and holding., cuddles,
Have they tried roleplaying during sex (If
so, did they fail or was it a success): haven't tried it yet, but likes
it...yes please!
My muse’s turn-offs: people who just lay
there or are no vocal, to much pain, choking.
Have they ever filmed themselves: no
Does your muse send nudes and sexy texts:
no
Does my muse have any kinks: see
above...will add more later once she experiences it.
Would my muse ever cheat/have they: hell
No! they are very open and have no issues sharing either, just keep
communication open.
Is the sex more serious or is there
laughter and silly little accidents mixed in: Both
Do they cuddle after: YES!
Lights on or off: either.
**Rp memory** (( YES triplets with 2 fathers CAN be
done...writing partner at the time and I highly researched it.))
"Tell me one thing about him...Just one thing?"
Allya and Rheagal looked up at their mother from where she stood cooking them
dinner. She knew what they were asking for.
She sighed softly, knowing that as they aged, they would ask
for much more.
Wiping her hands, she took both their hands, and went to sit
on the sofa, calling Armand over from where he was reading and settled them all
around her. Each looking up at her expectantly.
"Well, Lets see..." She thought a moment, hugging
Allya close as she had come to sit in her mothers lap. "They were
Fearless." She said softly, a small smile crosses her face. "Your
fathers, both of them, were Fearless. Strong, Brave and they loved you all from
the second they learned of you all."
"What happened to them?" Armand asked curiously.
His grey eyes looking at his mother. Knowing she wouldn't answer that one, for
she never did. "Can you just tell us...one more thing?" He was the
more observant of the triplets and knew that this subject still hurt his
mother, but he wanted to know right along with his siblings, about their
fathers.
She thought a moment, and then looked back at Armand and
caressed his cheek. "Your father, was a wizard, and a very good one. His
name and magic was known far and wide from where he was from. Deep inside, he
was a good man, and you remind me so much of him." Her eyes turned to
Allya and Rheagal as she kissed her daughters cheek and rubbed her thumb over
her sons cheek. "Your father was a Blacksmith from a place called Lorien.
He was very good at his craft and people came from far and wide to commission
him for his work. He was Brilliant, and could make things that no one else ever
could. You both resemble him in some ways, and your hearts are as pure as his
was. They both...would be so proud of you."
She nodded and kissed each of her childrens cheeks.
"That's all for tonight. Dinner is ready so go wash up."
Her children had been in human form for most of the day. Even her boys, which was a surprise since they loved their wolf form so much.
Allya and Armand had played with the toy
blocks and wooden animals Rebecca had made them. Playing nicely save for the
small disagreement that took place when Armand 'dared' to touch Allyas stuffed
horse that Elijah bought her. When she saw her younger brother cuddling with
her most treasured toy....ohhh the outburst was damn near deafening! Her shrill
cry hurt even Rebeccas ears, but she stopped as soon as Amrand dropped it and
she scooped it up once more into her embrace with a small giggle.
Rhaegal had been crawling all over the
place, following his mother as he watched her clean and cook. He even tried to
'help' clean by pulling all the folded towels off the sofa and onto the floor
with him, laughing as he kicked his feet and squealed in delight at the mess he
had made. Rebecca had her hands full with him underfoot, but she wouldn't have
it any other way.
Her children gave her life purpose,
direction. Taking care of their needs, made her forget the darkness that often
came with her own. She had foregone cleaning after the towel pile and settled
down beside her children, to play and cuddle with them. She told them story
after story as they played with or banged together the blocks they played with.
Three sets of different colored eyes eagerly looked up at her, as tonight was
no different. When Mother joined, it usually meant a story, and they loved her
stories! Tonight was no different, for as she cuddled each one in turn, she
began to weave her tale.
Long Long ago, when the world was new, there were three very different types of people on this earth. (she began)
The eldest of which, where the Immortals. Those who would live forever, the Vampires, and the Elves...like your Mother.
She grinned as they cooed and babbled, like they understood her.
Then, came the Humans, whose time on this earth was very fleeting. Now, at first, the three different clans got along, as they needed each other to survive. The Vamps fed on the Humans and the Elves gifted both with certain gifts to help them throughout their lives when the time came. But then came one from each side who thought that their side, their clan, should be in charge of the other two. And with it...came war.
Rhaegal growled at the word "war" and Armands ears perked up.
Three sides, who had lived in peace for so long, now fought like bitter enemies and it seemed, that all three sides would face extinction; but the Gods, in their wisdom, had an idea. If they could not live together in peace, as they once had. They would instead, live apart. Forever in their own realm. Sounds pretty good, right? (she asked her young who babbled back at her, making her smile)
But there was a just one problem with that plan. The Vamps grew weak, with nothing to feed on, the Humans grew decadent and lax with nothing to worry them and they then turned on each other and the Elves...well one went as bad as you please and nearly destroyed the entire race. No, living apart wasn't the answer...but it had been so long since they had emerged together that none knew how to nor wanted to. Thinking that to join with one race when from another would be to 'taint' the bloodlines. All but one...An elf, who wasn't really an elf, but rather a very interesting hybrid. For you see, this lone female, though living with the elves for years and accepted as one, had a terrible secret. She was really a wolf, and a demon in disguise.
Her babes all squealed at that which made Rebecca laugh and nod.
Oh yes...she was. And she was now carrying the Lord High
Elfs child, but he must never know or face scandal of the worst kind. So it was
she, who along with her unborn child, ventured into the wilds of the Vampires
and Humans and there, bore her child. The first hybrid of its kind, into a land
willed with both Monsters and Men...but which was which? Hmmm? The Elves had
shunned her, the Humans were cruel and used her and her child for their gifts,
yet some were kind, and the Vampires, well some wanted the elven maid for her
blood while others, like the humans, showed mercy. In helping her to escape the
cruelty she had faced in trying to help each clan reunite with their ways, her
child grew up in many different situations...not all of them good. She was
human, she was Elf, she was Vampire both you see? A gift...of sorts for all
three clans. a way to reunite them all once more. But what has become of this
child and her mother? Well...some say they managed to do what was set out for
them. Some say the mother died and the child forgotten...but I say, life has a
way of teaching you things, about yourself, about those around you if you but
listen. Not everything is as it seems my dears. Not all vampires are bad, not
all humans are good and not all elves are pure. Listen, watch, learn...and you
will know, what happened to that woman and her child. Their end, has not come
to a close...not yet, and neither has yours.
*She had spent most of the day with her
children. Nothing made her happier then being with them, for they were her
pride and joy. They gave her life direction, and filled her with warmth and
love. Caring for their needs, helped fuel the fire within her, seeing them grow
and become capable of things on their own was hard, but she had never been more
prouder of them.
Allya blossomed into a beautiful little
girl. Eyes of blue that sparkled like jewels in the twilight, hair of brunette
with patches of raven black threading in for highlight. She was a happy babe,
always smiling, always laughing. She had mastered the crawl two days ago, and
Rebecca had praised her and covered her in kisses, to which she squealed and
giggled, much to Rebeccas delight. She spent a lot of time with her daughter,
as it seemed that she had inherited more of her elven side then her wolf side,
and did not change like her brothers did. Allya ate up the attention and cooed
and smiled at her mother while they played on the furs before the fire. Rebecca
had made some blocks out of wood, and little animals as well and Allya loved
playing with them. Stacking them and then knocking them down with a squeal. She
was a very creative little girl, even at this young age as she seemed to think
every action through before she placed a block or moved an animal toy. Rebecca
spent hours with her daughter that night, holding her till she fell asleep and
kissing her as she tucked her into bed.
Her boys, it seemed, preferred wolf form
and this night Rebecca had a surprise for them. Leaving Allya with the nurse,
she shifted into wolf form herself and let the boys crawl all over her, nip at
her ears and tug at her tail. Till she stood and nosed the door open, and
chuffed at them to follow. Rhaegal came right away to her side, sniffing at the
outside world, while Armand had to be coaxed. They had never been outside
before and this was new. Finally, she got him to come to her and turning, led
them into the night. If they decided to stay as wolves for a while, then
tonight their training would begin.
She led them a little ways into the woods
and shifted to near human-like wolf form and settled in the tall soft grass,
calling her sons to her. Rhaegal barked and twirled, chasing after a firefly
but never straying to far from his mothers side. His little black coat
shimmered in the moonlight as he gazed all around in awe. Armand came to sit by
his mother and pawed at a small bird that floated overhead. His smile was obvious
even in wolf form. Rebecca smiled as well, watching her sons explore this big
new world. Everything was new, everything was exciting to them and they played
and romped in the grass, rolling around together. She told them what certain
scents meant, what the sounds of the night were, and to watch where they went,
as they tussled and wrestled together.
Soon, though, it was time to head back as
it had grown late and she stood, barking softly to call them to her side once
more and started for home. They had had an adventure and were sleepy, and fell
right to sleep the second they reached home. She shifted back to human and
kissed each one, before settling beside the fire to read a while. The night was
peaceful.*
"But mom!" *Rheagals young voice
called out when his mother told him it was almost time for bed.* "I don't
WANT to go to bed!" *He stomped his foot, which made Rebecca want to grin
but she remained firm. It was late, and her children had had a full day.*
Don't talk back, young man. It's bedtime,
and with it, you will get a story if you behave. Come, help me put Armand and
Allya to bed too. Momma could use her Little Mans help. *She appealed to the
title he called himself. He was her helper, usually, and would do anything for
his siblings, especially Allya, but as of right now, he was being stubborn, and
actually growling at her in his pent up little anger. Usually, that would be
cute, but not now. It was to late for such a bout of temper. For a moment, she thought
he would refuse to help her until he sighed and walked past her in a huff*
"Fine, but I want a GOOD story!"
*He said in his little way that made Rebeccas lips twist up in a smile as she
followed him into the bedroom he shared with his siblings.*
A good story huh? *she tucked each one into
their beds and kissed their foreheads, settling down in a nearby rocker.* What
type of story then? Hmmm?
"An adventure!" *Shouted Rheagal*
"A story about us!" *Armand said
softly but excitedly*
"A story with a happy ending..."
Allya whispered softly.
*Rebecca took a moment to think and then
nodded slightly.* Alright, I have just the one, but settle down in your beds
and get comfy. *she said as she began to rock gently in the chair. When they
all said they were ready, she sighed softly and began.*
Long time ago, when the world was new,
there were three children who ran wild under the suns bright rays. Two Princes
and a Princess. Their names were Argos, Rhinem, and Agazi. Beautiful and brave
were they, and yet unhappy since their parents were gone most of the time to
tend the Earth upon which they resided over.
Argos, the shy quiet one, could call any
animal he desired to him, and make a friend.
Agazi, had control of the land and could
make things grow and so beautiful.
and Rhimem, could control the elements.
Make it rain or snow or hot to his hearts content.
For all their gifts, they were lonely and
so set out across the sky to find a place to call their own. They met many
people, and had many adventures, which I will tell you later, but know that in
the end, they found the home, the place they belonged and became gods and
goddess in their own right and ruled as good kings and queens in the sky.
*she paused and looked over at each of her
children and smiled when she saw each were asleep. Standing, she kissed each
one once more before leaving the room.* Good night my Angels. Mommy loves you. ❤ ❤ ❤
