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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2018 8:03:02 GMT -7
Sin 1 - Envy - Scenario 3
Baphomet slid through her homeland, enjoying the warmth of the fiery pits and the glow that they let free. As she moved, she noticed a glimmer and decided to take a run to see what it was. She loved to run and revel in the power that she now contained as a Demon. Flipping her ebony mane, she almost seemed to be frolicking in the darkness. As she moved, Baph began to see shapes rising up and feel the air changing. Before she knew it, she was dancing through thick foliage. The land around her was lush and green, feeling wet where her home was dry and hot. Sliding to a stop, she spun around to try to see the Underworld. It was gone...
Snorting uneasily, Baph turned back around and looked about her. Stepping forward, she began to pass through the dense rainforest cautiously. As she continued into the trees, a thick mist began to rise from the soil and permeate the air around her. It made her passage through the tall trees more challenging and Baph's golden eyes flashed in annoyance. The rich scents of the loam and moisture were laden in the mist and it tickled her nose in a rather unpleasant way.
"Where am I? Is this still the Underworld? It cant be... Can it? How could something like this be in my beloved home? Does Lady Gray know?" She was talking aloud, something that she rarely did. The chimeric demoness did not even notice that she had left the Lord unnamed. Heck, she rarely was able to keep track of the changes anymore.
A form on the emerald grass seemed to rise from nowhere and Baph stumbled over it. From her place in the loam, her eyes traveled the now exposed shape. The stallion was decaying, his muscular flesh melting away from the gold and emerald jewelry. The demoness could not help the spike of envy that thrust into her heart. The corpse before her was laden in jewelry and she wanted to be as flashy. Pulling herself to her hooves, Baph stepped closer and dropped her head to look at the crown on his head closer. That was when she saw the movement.
The stallion before her was breathing, though shallowly. He was not dead, yet was decaying and looked like nothing that should be breathing. At this point in her life, not much scared her... But this stallion had checked the box. Jumping backward, she watched the figure carefully. As she was watching, she felt something drop onto her back and spun to her right. The serpent that had dropped fell to the thick grass and rose up to look at her.
"My dear... Why would you do such a thing?" The snake hissed, indignant at his dismount from the mostly bay mare's back. "I mean you no harm... I just wanted to ask you to stop that corpse's incessant moaning and breathing." He turned his dark green head toward the stallion and let a hiss echo in the heavy air. "The jewels are cursed... Once wearing them, you cannot remove them except in death. They will also prolong your death to stay attached. That poor fool lost a battle months ago and should have died then..." He rolled his ebony eyes and turned his head back to the mare. "On your beautiful frame, those jewels would be heavenly..." The snake murmured, trying to tempt her into taking them for herself.
Baphomet watched the snake as he tried to tempt her. Stepping closer to the ebony stallion, she dropped her gaze and began to investigate his frame. While she did, she kept one ear trained on the serpent. There were no wounds that she could see on his neck or body. His right fore told her more of the story. Hidden in the bangles were two nearly invisible holes. Raising her head, she gazed at the emerald length of the snake.
"Some battle... This stallion has no marks on him save one small bite hidden under the bangles on his right foreleg. It seems to me that the curse is not the jewels but the figure that matches them." She snapped at the snake while her golden eyes hardened. At that moment, the decaying stallion opened his eyes and gazed at Baphomet. His eyes were completely white, the vessels tainted pale green from the venom that coursed through his body.
"My... lady..." He rasped, his voice rusty and nearly inaudible. "Please... Kill him... Free... me..." He pleaded with Baphomet as he dropped his head once again. Baphomet flicked her eyes between the stricken stallion and the serpent. Which was speaking the truth? The stallion with the jewels that were calling her or the snake that was trying to make her kill the poor figure? Who was the stallion? Why did he have an air of power under the decay? Which way did she turn her attentions? This whole ordeal was beginning to make her doubt everything that she knew. She wanted the jewels, but she did not trust the snake to be speaking truly. Would killing the stallion poison her and make her the snake's next victim?
"Ugh..." She sighed as she moved around the stallion and toward the snake. Maybe killing the snake would cause the death of the stallion and allow her to take her precious fancies... Moving quickly, Baphomet's dark hooves flashed through the mist toward the snake. His fangs pricked her coronet and she could feel the poison trying to creep through her frame. She struck out again, feeling satisfaction course through her as her hoof crushed his skull into the loam. As soon as the emerald serpent died, the venom that he had pumped into her leg seemed to disappear. Spinning to face the stallion, she watched as he filled out before her eyes and got to his hooves. He was taller than she had thought, and his body was filling back in with flesh as the venom melted away.
"You did it. You freed me from my venomous prison. I am Horus. I was once the ruler of this realm. As a token of my thanks, I leave you with these items. I give you my promise that none are cursed." The ebony stallion bowed his head toward a cluster of gold and then turned his vivid yellow gaze upon her. Before she could answer, the stallion turned on his heels and disappeared into the mists. Baphomet stepped closer to the pile and nudged the pieces apart with her muzzle. There were 8 bangles of solid gold and a golden crown with a sabertooth canine in the middle. A smile crossed her face and she set about wearing the beautiful pieces.
"Now I shall be the one that is envied..." The idea made her proud and she raised her now adorned head. Turning, she began to traverse the way that she had come, searching for the dry warmth of her home.
Words: 1100 Sin - Late: 1,500 points
Bonuses: (4,700 total)
Hearing voices - 800 points
Frayed Edges - 900 points
Trilogy - 500 points heavy and pungent mist - 800 Points
green jewels - 800 Points
snake - 900 Points
Total points: 6,200
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2018 15:50:57 GMT -7
Sin 2 - Sloth - Scenario 3
Heavily pregnant and still in a bit of a funk from trying to win her way back into her precious kingdom, Chaos paced through the trees of Tremala Woods. It was still home in her heart, but at the same time... Well, she felt ashamed to even be back in the neutral kingdom. Perhaps she should have stayed away... or found a new home where she would not be part of everything that she had fought to prevent and failed doing.
"Imagine if he wanted me to be his lady... Then Alistair and Divine would truly detest me." The chocolate vixen laughed softly as she murmured her thoughts aloud. Shaking her chromed head, Chaos crossed a stream with a few splashes. The tainted king had not even considered taking her at his side, just the bit of lust that had resulted in the foals within her. But did she truly want Xerxes to try for her affections? Deep in her heart, she knew that, while she had affection for the stallion, Chaos did not want him as her mate or even consort. Fighting on opposite sides of the war had driven a wedge that she could not get over.
The former queen's thoughts were a jumble of chaos. As she moved, she traversed her home into a strange landscape that she didnt even recognize. That was, if she was even caring about where she was going. She had moved from the tall, beautiful trees to a swamp. The land was heavy and thick with scents that tickled her nose in a way that her precious land would never do. Slowing to a stop in the ankle deep water, she looked up at the light azure sky, devoid of the shadows that the trees gave. The pale color reflected upon the shallow water and made her feel like she was walking in the sky rather than in a swamp.
A soft tune wrapped around her, causing her to hum along. It was a song that her mother had sung when she was a filly, back when the mare had actually cared for her daughter. Chaos looked for the source, but there was no figure anywhere to be found. The sound itself seemed to come from all around her rather than a specific direction. A sharp pang from within reminded her that she was not truly alone and allowed her to focus her thoughts once again.
Turning to her right, she continued to hum the simple melody as she journeyed deeper into the strange land. She arrived at a spot where there seemed to be a division. To her left was a dark, brush covered path that seemed to work downward into thicker areas of the swamp. On her right, the path seemed to be rising above the water and looked almost too easy to traverse. A rustle in the brush before her put the chocolate mare on edge, her ears pricking and eyes widening as she tried to see what was in the bushes. A dark shape slid through the vegetation, too dark to be able to say exactly what it was. The movements seemed feline as she watched it weave through the brush before her.
The creature pounced in front of her, causing Chaos to rise upon her hind legs and throw herself out of the way. "Now, now... It that anyway to greet a child of the swamp?" The voice was dark and gravelly, sounding like evil itself to her ears. "I promise you no harm while you decide which path to take, my lady..." He vowed, turning his head toward where she had moved. It was then that she got a good look at the creature. He was not quite true black, rather a dark gray. His ears were almost bat like, constantly flicking to try to catch all signs of what was around him. A pair of abnormally long canines dropped beneath his lower jaw. The figure's body was muscular and very lion like, while his tail was longer than average and had thick fur along it. Of all of the parts that she considered, the fact that he had no eyes was what caught her gaze. There was not even a place for eyes. Shuddering, Chaos forced herself to stand still and silently while she tried to decide what to do next.
"Silence is pointless, horse... I can hear the blood rushing through your frame. I can hear the heart beat in your chest, as well as the pair that reside deeper within. Foal flesh is the most tender delicacy..." He was drooling slightly at the thought of the lives within her. Chaos narrowed her eyes and flicked back her ears. She did not like this and was ready to fight for the lives of her foals. "You have a choice, mother to be. You can take the easy path..." He flicked his tail toward the path on her right, "And who knows where you may end up. Or, you can take the dark path..." At this, he flicked his tail toward the other path and tilted his head. "How hard are you willing to fight for what you desire?" He asked simply, turning his head and prompting her to do the same. A dark horse stood down the path, a soft nicker beckoning her toward him. Turning her china blues toward the easier path, she saw another figure. This one left a pang in her heart. She could not tell if it was who she thought, but it took all of her strength to stay put. The pale stallion reared and began to run down the path, leaving her behind.
"That stallion has no place in his heart for me. Why should I chase after him?" Chaos murmured, soft voice musical in the strange echoes of the swamp. She turned her gaze back to the dark path and the shadowy figure that was calling to her. "I have been fighting to make amends for weeks now... If I have to fight for someone that I desire... I will do what it takes." She finished, turning and stepping toward the more difficult path. Turning her head one last time, she watched the light colored stallion neigh and call to her. He took a few steps closer, calling again. Xerxes would never call her like that. Why would she believe otherwise? As her gaze swept back to the path that she had chosen, she noted that the terrifying creature had disappeared. A shudder raked through her as she began to walk through the brush.
As she moved, the stallion seemed to retreat from her. Every time that she picked up her speed, the figure would move further. It was beginning to feel like an exercise in futility and she was starting to get irritated when a creek of crystal water crossed her path. Sliding to a stop, she dipped her muzzle, trying to take a quick drink while keeping the figure in her line of sight. The sight in the water startled her into dropping her gaze. The icy water was lined with pale blue opals, the varying blues glimmering like cold fire. As she was distracted by the beauty that filled the water, a dark figure leapt out of the brush at her. Razor sharp claws raked across her back, leaving lines of fire. Chaos jumped forward, hearing the creature splash into the icy water. Spinning to face it, she saw that it was the cat-like creature from before. Shuddering, she turned on her heels and bolted down the path, eyes searching for the stallion that had called her so sweetly. Where had he gone?
After what had seemed like an eternity, the chocolate mare came to an open clearing. She stumbled to a halt, exhausted from her flight through the dark swamp. In the center, the dark stallion called her sweetly. When she fell to the grass, the mysterious figure stepped closer and placed his shadowy muzzle upon her shoulder for comfort. It was at that point that her eyes closed and she found herself drifting in a blanket of darkness. His words were like a song that she could barely hear, muffled but soothing. Those uncertain words were her anchor in the darkness, the reason that she had an idea of where to return to. "Who are you?" She murmured in her sleep, the words husky and barely audible in themselves. "You will find out soon enough..." Those words echoed in her mind and cut through the depths of darkness. When Chaos woke, she found herself at the base of one of her precious trees, looking desperately for the voice that had soothed her.
Words: 1450
Sin: 5000 points
Bonuses:
child's song - 800 Points
light blue jewels - 800 Points
large cat like creature - 900 Points Trilogy - 500 points Frayed Edges - 900 points Trick or treat - 500 points
Total points: 9,400
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2018 17:23:05 GMT -7
Sin 3 - Greed - Scenario 3 Baphomet luxuriated in the soft glow of the flames. It seemed that her favorite place to hang out was near the lava pools. They were scorching and yet soothing to her soul as she peered into the constantly shifting depths. Her golden eyes seemed to glow with molten energy as they reflected the changing colors. Dropping her gaze, she watched the light play upon the golden bangles on her forelegs. Yes, they were the perfect accent to her beauty. An echoing call caught her attention and Baph turned and loped in the direction of the call. It was not a neigh, but she was still feeling herself drawn toward it.
Dancing out of the underworld, she found herself in a large, empty meadow. It was rare that she was able to find somewhere she she was the only figure. Or at least that was what she thought. A familiar figure came closer, definitely not the sound that had called her. Not to say that she would not have come at the mare's call, because she would have been there as soon as she heard if the Lady had called her demoness. As Lady Gray came within range, Baphomet dropped into a low bow. A memory echoed through her head, summoned from the first true meeting that Baph had encountered with the pale queen. 'Do not dirty your knees...' She heard the voice in her head and looked up to see the hauntingly beautiful mare gazing at her. When Baph stood and looked at her, the mare dipped her head in approval and continued on her way without so much as a word.
Shaking her cross adorned head, Baphomet continued to trek through the meadow. The call came again, louder this time and seeming to echo from a rock formation that was in front of her and to her right. Pacing forward, she danced upon her dark legs and enjoyed the momentary feeling of her mane being lifted by the wind that she created. There was a slight breeze, though not enough to do more than cool her slightly after her time basking in front of the pool. As she approached, the call sounded again, becoming more insistent.
The rock formation turned out to be home of a large cave. As she approached the entrance, amethyst and gold glints caught her eye, calling to her. Yes, Baphomet was a greedy figure. She would not hesitate to admit it should any one ask. Heck, she was also power hungry. Stepping into the cave, she allowed herself a moment to adjust to the difference in light. After that, she looked... In the back of the cave was a pile, the glints of colored light coming from the small mountain. It seemed to be a mound of golden coins and some sort of purple item. Stepping closer, she kicked a gem and paused to get a good look at it. What she saw made her draw a deep breath. It was a pure amethyst stone, shaped to look like the most perfect calla lily. "So beautiful..." She murmured, eyes alight as she looked up from the perfect bauble. Almost in response, the call came again, this time sounding more like a roar. Peering into the darkness, she watched a large figure crawl upon the mound. It was a dragon... What in the world? There were no dragons! She had never seen one and the idea of finding one here just twisted her brain into knots.
"You are a figment of my demented mind. Dragons do not exist and you are the most pathetic version of such a creature. You are thin and dying, while I am powerful and whole. Why would any be afraid of one such as you?" Baphomet spat, golden eyes flashing at the audacity of it. There was no way there could be a dragon, could there? "Haughty one... I need true calla lilies. I can smell them upon your flesh. Bring me them and you can trade for these immortal lilies. You could have a calla lily that shall never die. Wouldnt that be better than your fleeting blooms?" The dragon's voice was dry and cold, nothing but that of a corpse that was reanimated. Baphomet pondered his question, eying him carefully as she thought.
"While my callas might be fleeting, they are warm and beautiful, grown deep in the underworld in a perfect green house. The light from lava allows them to grow while the heat keeps them happy. Why would I trade you those for these cold rocks?" Baphomet narrowed her eyes and moved the tiny amethyst flower that was by her hoof. Stepping down upon it, she raised her head in haughty pride and watched the fury that raged within the dragon's violet eyes. Turning on her dark heels, Baphomet strode out of the cave and back into the meadow. She journeyed back deep into the underworld, seeking her hidden haven.
A cave behind a pool of lava was her home, though most would not even notice the dark recess. Crossing behind the molten rocks, she entered the narrow passage and moved deeper. After a few yards of darkness, the cave opened with an orange glow. There was another pool of lava in the center of her home, warming the air and providing all the light that she could need. In the back of that alcove, a small patch of dirt was home to her precious project. Blood red calla lilies grew and let their sweet fragrance infuse the air around her. Smiling softly, Baph stepped closer and shook the shards of amethyst stone over the dark soil. The rich purple fragments glittered in the orange light and brought more beauty to her precious home.
Words: 950 Sin: 10,000 points Bonuses: cursed pile of gold - 800 Points
purple jewels - 800 Points
Novel - 200 points Bend the knee - 1,000 points
Total: 12,800 points
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2018 11:59:31 GMT -7
Sin 4 - Lust - Scenario 3 -thread will include sexual content- -Lady Gray used with Permission-
The hauntingly lit darkness of the Underworld was a balm to the soul of the chimeric beauty. Baphomet listened to the jingle of her precious bangles as she moved, dancing along the shores of each pool of lava and reveling in the heat that was pouring out from each one. This was her form of heaven, her Utopia. Those obnoxious air heads could keep their haven of ever changing lands. Even if she were to live there, all that she would see would be this glorious land. Sliding to a stop near one of the larger pools, the dark mare turned on her heels and faced the molten rock, basking in the glowing warmth. The heat leached into the metals on her crown and her ankles, making them feel alive. Turning away, she continued to traverse the Underworld, not even knowing what she was seeking. She passed rivers of fire and rocky ruins. It was a human ruin that caught her attention and held it.
Turning toward the nearly destroyed facade of the castle, she moved into a gliding canter that ate the distance like the monster that Baph was. The portcullis was gone, rusted into red soil in the doorway. It almost looked like blood and that thought brought a smile to her face. Stepping inside, she allowed her golden eyes to travel over the nearly destroyed courtyard and the buildings that were crumbling there. There were no stairs leading inside, so Baph leapt the small rise to get into the entrance of the castle.
Rotted tapestries filled the edges of the floor, colors mostly gone. The floor itself was beautifully cobbled stones, well worn from use and patterned with different types of stone to make a pleasing visual. Over the floor, a layer of dust left signs of her tracks. Turning to her right, she followed a corridor with curiosity filling her golden gaze. At the end, she could see the destroyed stairs that had once led up. The wood had rotted and dissolved, leaving a pile of nearly unrecognizable contents. A door to her left had followed suit, nearly blocking the doorway and the room beyond. Baph stepped to the remains of the heavy wooden door and began to methodically clear the path to the room.
Inside, the castle gave up its heart. What the demoness found within was a glorious ballroom, the floor polished marble that had withstood the test of time and still looked nearly brand new. The walls were made of stacked marble, the gleam from the stone visible even in the dim light that had entered from the hole in one wall that had once been a window. The thrones were still there, again in stone. Anything less than stone had desintegrated where it stood, leaving piles of random materials around the outskirts of the large room. As she continued to approach the thrones, she saw movement behind them. The figure nearly matched the pale marble that encased Baphomet.
"My Lady... It is a pleasure to meet you in such a beautiful place." Baphomet said softly, dropping to one knee in reverence to the mare that ruled her precious home. The porcelain mare shook her head and laughed softly. "What did I tell you about your knees?" Baph smiled and rose, dipping her muzzle to clean her knee of the dust and taking the moment to watch Lady Gray as she approached.
"Merely a respect..." Baph answered with a small laugh that was cut short as Lady Gray reached out and ran her velvet muzzle over the darker mare's neck. It shocked her enough that she stood like a statue and watched with widened eyes. The albino Lady continued to slide alongside of Baph, her muzzle touching and teasing as she went. Baphomet was never on the side of the one being seduced. That was her job. The feelings that Lady Gray was churning up made her completely shut down mentally. This was all extremely new and she had no idea what to do. Was this what the victims of her seduction felt when she approached?
When the Lady returned to Baphomet's fore, Baph took a moment to gather her wits. "I guess it is a larger pleasure than I anticipated..." She whispered in a breathy voice. Did she dare to continue? Did she dare not to? Baphomet's blood was boiling with lust and she desired nothing more than to explore this side of her leader. Stepping closer, Baphomet began to do what she did best. Her cross adorned facade stretched to reach the places that she knew would be sensitive to her touch. Yes, she would love exploring this side of Lady Gray...
Words: 775
Sin: 15,000 points
Novel - 200 points
Creaking Doors, Squeaking Floors - 600 points Bend the knee - 1,000 points
Total: 16,800 points |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2018 21:40:27 GMT -7
TALLIED POINTS FOR @chaosy
ENVY
- 500 PTS for Trilogy(1k-2k Words)
- 800 PTS for Hearing voices
- 800 PTS for Mist(Bonus)
- 800 PTS for Green gems(Bonus)
- 900 PTS for Frayed edges
- 900 PTS for Snake(Bonus)
- 1,500 PTS for Completing Envy late
[/b] 6,200 [/ul] SLOTH- 500 PTS for Trilogy(1k-2k words)
- 500 PTS for Trick or treat
- 700 PTS for Friendly face
- 800 PTS for Child song(Bonus)
- 800 PTS for Blue gems(Bonus)
- 900 PTS for Frayed edges
- 900 PTS for Cat(Bonus)
- 5,000 PTS for Completing Sloth
[/b] 10,100 [/ul] GREED- 200 PTS for Novel(400-1k Words)
- 800 PTS for Pile of Gold(Bonus)
- 800 PTS for Purple gems(Bonus)
- 1,000 PTS for Bend the knee
- 10,000 PTS for Completing Greed
[/b] 12,800 [/ul] LUST- 200 PTS for Novel(400-1k Words)
- 600 PTS for Creaking doors
- 1,000 PTS for Bend the knee
- 15,000 PTS for Completing Lust
[/b] 16,800 [/ul] EXTRA- 40,000 PTS for Completing four sins
[/b] 85,900 [/ul][/font] |
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