Rine's Vacation ch 13The next day the couple were awoken by somebody crying. Rine recognized the tone, and she woke up quickly, looking at the threshold of the room.Rine's Vacation ch 13 by RikaNekoHypno
The Nagini-Nekogirl was still a little sleepy, but she woke up fully, seeing Karisha’s appearance.
The young creature tried for all the night to transform into…many forms…and now she was half snake and half cat, a tortoiseshell patterned cat.
“Mooom, daaad! Help me! I’m stuck in this shape, and I cannot return like I was before…” she cried, slithering and trying to walk toward them.
Rine had the urge to laugh, seeing her so distressed, but she stopped, and she coiled her up with her tail, placing her on the middle of the bed.
Narayana blinked, seeing his daughter in that state, and since he was still sleepy, he couldn’t stop himself chuckling at the display.
The Nagini-Nekogirl glared at him, and he stopped. Kari looked at him, and cried even more.
“Daaad! Don’t make fun of me!”
Rine's Vacation ch 12The couple arrived at the village, causing a sensation, especially seeing Rine transformed in that way.Rine's Vacation ch 12 by RikaNekoHypno
The two girls that liked to make love with them beamed, seeing the Nekogirl as a Nagini, and they wanted to know how she did that transformation.
She said to them that she was going to explain that after talking with the Elders, and the two girl agreed.
They went toward the center of the village, and they entered in the Elders’ hut.
Kapila and Vimala were equally astonished to see Rine transformed in a Nagini, but Narayana explained everything, and they were happy.
Vimala was beaming, and she said, “I was sure that you were going to have a baby! Even if you, Rine, told me that you were sterile, when we met in these days. I was sure because I saw it in my vision. It was for that motive why I didn’t give you the contraceptive. I’m sorry for my deception, and for not telling you, but I knew that I had to do it that way,” she explained.
The couple understood
Slimy Little Bastard pt1 What the Hell...!?
"So wait....was it a curse that turns them to pudding stuff or was it like Satan?"
"About half and half I guess, it was their punishment for getting the bottle destroyed."
"Well it skeeved me the hell out."
Two of Pittsfeild's demonslayers, Truman and Kenneth were walking out of latter's apartment after an evening of B-horror films. Kenneth had introduced Truman to the Melt sub-genre, so named because all the horror came from the characters literally melting.
"But you gotta admit, seeing John Travolta turn into a pile of mush was pretty awesome." Kenneth said with a bit of a laugh.
"Yeah, nothing better than seeing a big guy's embarrassing first movie." Truman cackled as they reached his car.
"You know...watching those kinds of movies puts me in the mood for doughnuts. You know the kind with the creamy center?" Kenneth interjected with a bit of a guilty laugh.
"....That's just sick man." Truman told him, pausing as he was getting his keys out of his pocket and with an
The Dragon and the VillageAt the base of a mountain, surrounded by a huge forest, lay a small village. The village was quite small, but cozy. There was a well in the centre, a few small buildings around it, being the main market area. And around that, were the houses, all scattered around inside of a stone wall. A stone path connected each building, flowers and other plants on the outside of the path. Outside the main gate of the village, sat a small farm house. In the fields near the house, the cattle grazed.
But something unexpected lay outside the village, it’s long tail wrapped protectively around the wall. Curled up around the village, and sleeping peacefully, lay a dragon. He was humanoid with a mix of skin and scales. He had slightly tanned skin, with emerald green scales on his cheeks going down the side and the back of his neck, and going all the way down his back. He had a cross between human and dragon like legs and arms. From his elbow/knees onwards, were scales, and instead of hands or feet,
Pride and Primates Part 2The first thing the Thunderan prince became aware of as he drifted up from the depths of his dreamless slumber was a soft, peaceful warmth. It was such a safe, familiar feeling that he was convinced for a moment that he was home in his bedchamber. He sighed happily and snuggled into what he thought were blankets....and then realized they weren't blankets at all. They were much too....smooth. And that's when he felt the presence of someone else next to him....
Lion-O's eyes snapped open like windowshades and looked around, wide awake and alert. The first thing he noticed was the person crammed against him, gazing at him sullenly. It was that blasted Monkey King, who had robbed him of the Sword of Omens!
"YOU!" he growled angrily, his blue eyes flashing dangerously, his fangs bared. He went to turn to grab him, but found his movement restricted. He grunted, wriggling his shoulders. He looked down and found that his body was engulfed in thick, tawny
New Life, New Naga PrologueHave you ever heard of a creature call Naga? It’s a large snake with arms like that of a human being. Some have the head of a cobra; others have a head of a python. They can be 15 to 20 feet long from head to tail. The ones with a cobra head are venomous while other kinds are not. Their scales are extremely tough; even bullets can hardly penetrate them. They are also extremely strong; strong enough to kill three people with one squeeze of their coils. Some people believe they are just monsters. Evil creatures that just want to come out to swallow people whole. I don’t believe that all of them are like that. How do I know? I am one. This is the story on how I became a Naga and now live as one.
My name is Sarah, everything all started one day when I attended a girl scout trip with my friends. I was packing my stuff with my mother to get ready for the outing. The trip was for three days. We were going to go and camp by the rivers
Five Senses: Prince of WrathIra Moloch
May be updated.
What Does Ira SOUND Like?
Her name is derived from the Latin word for 'wrath,' literally, 'ira,' and Moloch, a demon traditionally associated with said sin. As one might expect from a Demon Prince, Ira's voice is deep and menacing. Despite this, her voice is still undeniably feminine. She isn't one to mince words, preferring to let her actions speak for themselves. She also speaks in a very gruff manner, though she can be surprisingly patient when she's not angry.
If you've gotten her worked up, however, you'll know... Forget just raising her voice. It's a draconic roar. It's best for you to run and hide.
What Does Ira SMELL Like?
One would expect a high-ranking Demon to smell of sulfur and smoke... Not so with Ira. She doesn't have a particular scent, unless she's just attacked someone. Then, one can definitely make out the sharp, coppery scent of blood... Being the Prince of Wrath, she tends to get, er, carried away.
Forced PermissionThe first thing Lorelei noticed as she began to regain consciousness was that her arms were hanging above her head. She snapped her eyes open to see that she was in a dark room of some kind of warehouse. She looked up at her hanging arms and found that her hands were trapped in manacles suspended a low hanging beam.
Lorelei gave an experimental tug against the shackles and found that they grew a little tighter. So the more she struggled the tighter the bonds would get? She pursed her lips in thought as she looked to see what she was standing on. It looked like a flimsy stool, if she shifted her weight even slightly it would wobble and nearly tip over. She huffed in frustration; this entire set up was done so if she moved she would fall, and then the bonds would tighten, cutting off the circulation to her hands. She had no doubt who did this to her, Asmodeus.
“But…how could he have survived?” She said under her breath as she began to ponder a way out of th
Imperfect ProtectionBoth Truman and Celeste had gone missing a few days after the demon slayers had battled Asmodeus and Lorelei was not about to pull any punches when it came to protecting herself and Kenny against the demon. Both of them had agreed that their friends had been kidnapped by Asmodeus but when Lorelei had tried to track the demon with the blood she had recovered from Kenneth’s sword, she found it to be impossible most likely because of his unstable and unpredictable demonic energy. Not to be defeated Lorelei decided to use the remaining blood to bolster the magical defenses around her store.
Now, as she was gathering the reagents she would need for the spell in the back of her bookstore, Lorelei’s mind went to Asmodeus’s reason behind abducting her two friends. True, it would make it much easier to fight just two slayers instead of four, but why go for Truman and Celeste first? Kenny was the most susceptible to his mind altering magic and had arguably done the mo
Not so Isolated Training (contest entry)Magic is a strange thing. The energy possible to be converted into magical spells is all around us, it just so happens to be the most difficult energy in creation to harness. This is why most spell casters only focus on using the innate magical energy in their own body. However, the great ones are able to access the ambient magical energy put forth from all life. The invisible and intangible connections from being to being possible for the transmission of this energy is very difficult to discover and most spell casters are only able to make it after years of meditation and seclusion. One particular witch by the name of Lorelei Rhines saw to expedite the process by meditating in a very magical location. After looking over several of the worlds dwindling magical locations, she chose a jungle that had been untouched by man for decades. Through her research Lorelei surmised that it was because of some strong magical presence, that combined with the mass abundance of life would be
Unable to move (Poem)It's been so long now
Am I still alive?
Mortality has never been so longed before
Never shall I let you go as you rest in my arms
Only one last time, I'd like to see your smile again
The crimson moon rises again over the unforgiving sky
Hasn't it become more difficult to move?
In the halls, I'd loved to dance around again
Nothing more than impossible wishes
Grieving no one shall
Many times I've hoped to die with you soon
Only to find out that I'm imprisoned in my shell
Remembering those loving times we've had
Ever since you stopped moving, everything has been like frozen in time
Thorned roses grows inside my rusting heart
How did we come to this?
A neverending curse
Never to live, never to die
Anyone, save us from what's seperating us
Pieces of my face are falling off
Unable to ever move again
Petals from thousands of roses are surrounding us
Put me to eternal sleep
Every day I'm silently calling out in a soundless call
To finally rest in peace
Stuff about Lorelei!!Heya! I found this Character Dev thing on Tumblr and I wanted to share it!!
What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Lorelei prefers to sleep on her side, when she was single she slept facing away from the empty space in her bed. After she married Malik she likes to sleep facing him.
Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
Lorelei has scars on her wrists from being hung by shackles when she was tortured by Asmodeus.
Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
Lorelei had a New England aristocratic lilt to her voice when she was growing up, but has since grown out of it. Save for when she goes into an apoplectic rage.
Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
No verbal tics, but she can take a bit of time to formulate what she