The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Hey! You watch your fucking mouth you–!" Seras starts to yell, before Ioras raises her hand. "Calm down, Seras. It's understandable. She does not understand what just happened." Ioras says calmly, as if Phorsaal hadn't just started ranting like a little kid.
Seras grumbles, but backs off, still giving Phorsaal the stink eye.
"Now... Before I was rudely interrupted... I believe I was about to tell you what you were dealing with." She sighs and takes out an old, heavy looking, black, leather bound book before sitting on the floor cross legged.
"Now then... That sarcophagus is just to provide him with an atmosphere that is undisturbed. He will need his full concentration for what is to come. And no, he's not dead. As Seras quite clearly mentioned, he's in hibernation sleep." Ioras says. "And the state of sleep is, I presume you know, not one of death." She says sarcastically. Then, she opens the book and starts flipping through the pages.
She stops at the second last page, and turns the book to Phorsaal. "Frankly, I don't know how your human could be this lucky, but..." She taps the page. "This is his power."
Phorsaal sees a stylised picture of a black, snarling wolf, below the words 'The Direwolf' in stylised font. Below, she sees more information regarding The Direwolf.
"The Direwolf, a Class Five Beast manifestation, is one of the most powerful beast manifestations in the Spiritual realm, second only to the Class Five Monster manifestation, the Chimera. It is essentially a piece of the essence of the Alpha Overlord, the god of all wolves. Ever loyal, ever protective, he grants his blessings only to a select few born under the certain conditions and the right stars. People born with this manifestation usually tend to be quite powerful, both physically and spiritually. They are usually very loyal, caring, and always watch out for the family before themselves. They are sticklers for the truth, and cannot be confused for long even with the most elaborate of illusions. At most, they can be delayed for a few seconds by a powerful illusion. They have a variety of abilities and powers in their arsenal, but it is only the carrier who determines what abilities can be used. So far, the ones that have been recorded are:
"Well... There you have it. He's not dead. He's asleep. And very powerful. You're welcome." Seras grumbles.
Seras grumbles, but backs off, still giving Phorsaal the stink eye.
"Now... Before I was rudely interrupted... I believe I was about to tell you what you were dealing with." She sighs and takes out an old, heavy looking, black, leather bound book before sitting on the floor cross legged.
"Now then... That sarcophagus is just to provide him with an atmosphere that is undisturbed. He will need his full concentration for what is to come. And no, he's not dead. As Seras quite clearly mentioned, he's in hibernation sleep." Ioras says. "And the state of sleep is, I presume you know, not one of death." She says sarcastically. Then, she opens the book and starts flipping through the pages.
She stops at the second last page, and turns the book to Phorsaal. "Frankly, I don't know how your human could be this lucky, but..." She taps the page. "This is his power."
Phorsaal sees a stylised picture of a black, snarling wolf, below the words 'The Direwolf' in stylised font. Below, she sees more information regarding The Direwolf.
"The Direwolf, a Class Five Beast manifestation, is one of the most powerful beast manifestations in the Spiritual realm, second only to the Class Five Monster manifestation, the Chimera. It is essentially a piece of the essence of the Alpha Overlord, the god of all wolves. Ever loyal, ever protective, he grants his blessings only to a select few born under the certain conditions and the right stars. People born with this manifestation usually tend to be quite powerful, both physically and spiritually. They are usually very loyal, caring, and always watch out for the family before themselves. They are sticklers for the truth, and cannot be confused for long even with the most elaborate of illusions. At most, they can be delayed for a few seconds by a powerful illusion. They have a variety of abilities and powers in their arsenal, but it is only the carrier who determines what abilities can be used. So far, the ones that have been recorded are:
- Morph: The user can turn into a Direwolf for a period of time. Duration may vary.
- Limb Morph: A more advanced version of the Morph that allows users to change only a particular limb or body part.
- Shadowfall: The user blends into the shadows, becoming invisible. The duration varies from user to user.
- Eerie Howl: The user calls forth the chilling power of the Direwolf's howl to terrify his enemies, filling their heads with images of packs of wolves tearing them to pieces.
- Strength of the Pack: The user can sacrifice some energy to summon forth a wolf spirit to fight by his side. This energy cost increases with each wolf summoned.
- Strength of the Wolf: This is a passive ability, which grants the user more speed, physical strength, and mental strength, as well as grace in combat and tireless endurance.
- Last Run: Another passive ability. If the user is on the verge of death, he can summon a last vestige of strength to go all out in a bid to kill the enemy before he dies. This usually results in the death of the user, as the body cannot support the strain of the overdrive.
- Beastkin: A passive ability that allows the user to contact and understand all animals, including those in other realms.
- Alpha: Wolves of any kind will automatically submit to the user, treating him as their superior.
- Tough hide: The skin of the user becomes tougher and more resistant to cuts and shots, which will not penetrate as deep as before. The user will also heal faster from wounds, usually minutes for deep cuts, and a few hours for broken bones.
- There will be loud, fearful growls, the carrier may attempt to attack the caster.
- The user will enter a hibernation sleep after completion of the ritual. Ensure they are put in a distraction free environment.
- In case of the user going Feral, terminate immediately. A loose Feral is extremely hard to stop and/or contain.
- For best results with all Beast Class manifestations, place the carrier in a sort of box immediately after they enter the Hibernation.
- There may be permanent wolfish mutations in some cases.
"Well... There you have it. He's not dead. He's asleep. And very powerful. You're welcome." Seras grumbles.
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The succubus chuckles and pushes his butt, making him land face first on the bed. With that, she moves over to a rack and takes out some straps, stretching them with a snap and grinning to herself. Then, she walks over and ties him up in a tortoiseshell pattern before sticking a red ball gag in his mouth. Then, she levitates him with a spell before sticking the loose ends of the straps through the hook and letting him hang naked like a piece of meat in the air. With a chuckle, she gets out a crop and smacks it into her hand. She sets in down on the table before taking out a large buttplug and golden ring. She squirts out just the tiniest bit of lube onto the buttplug before walking up behind him and slowly pressing the tip into his ass. "Now... Beg me like a good little bitch to put it in..." She coos, her tongue flicking out to lick at Melkor's ear.
Melkor tilted his head for a moment speaking muffled noises toward the succubus but that was useless, he thought about it for a bit before he got an idea. He looked toward the succubus with pleading eyes shaking his ass as enticingly as possible he squeaks into the ballgag wilhich sounds like a little puppy barking, hopfully that would get the message across.
She chuckles and slowly pushes the buttplug into his host's virgin ass, stretching it out painfully wide before pulling it halfway back out and rubbing it in little circles for a moment, stretching him out a little before suddenly shoving the rest of the monster in. At the same time, she slips the cockring over his dick, cutting off any hope of an orgasm. "Now this little gem here... Is going to let you fuck me... But only if I say so. Until then... I think I'll have my fun with you..." She murmurs, chuckling before grabbing the riding crop and smacking him hard across the ass.
Phorsaal sighs and sits down on the floor once she finishes the book "i'm... i'm sorry... I was just worried... how could I have known any of this?" She shakes her head and pulls out her coin purse, throwing the entire thing over to them "There, 2000 chips, I hope that is enough for something like this." She looks back to the sarcophagis with a sad look on her face, clearly still upset.
Ioras takes the money and starts to count it, but Seras moves over and sits next to Phorsaal. "Do you like him because you think he'll win in the arena and make your life better, or do you like him for... Well... Him?" She asks, her eyes narrowed curiously.
"It... started as him winning the arena. But ever since I brought him down here he has done nothing but good by me. He listens when I talk, obeys when I give orders, acts in my defense before I can even get a word in edge wise... and has made at least one of my slaves a very happy little girl. The longer this goes on... the more I think this tournament really doesn't matter. In fact, I did all this because I wanted to get his spirit under control... because it attracts unwanted attention to him and I know it bothers him..."
She nods along as Phorsaal speaks, and is silent for a while after she finishes. "I assume that monster thing we heard about had something to do with it?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
She nods her head slowly "It was chasing after me and the guards.... but it sensed his spirit and went after him.... if we hadn't gotten its attention again, I would have lost everything and everyone. I don't think I could recover from something like that... I think I care a bit too much at times... some demon I am right?"
"No... We're all different in our own ways. Look. Our kind embodies what humanity represses. We love with a passion, we hate with our entire souls, we lust with our whole bodies... Basically what humans consider a sin and try to cover up... We are the exact opposite. So yeah. I do not blame you." She says.
"Huh... never thought about it like that... thank you." She turns her gaze back to Khorvis "So... how long until he should wake up? How will I know what wolf... powers.... he will have?" She smiles just a but "I will laugh if he has wolf ears now..."
"How long... We cannot say. That is up to the Alpha and himself. As for what powers he will have, even that we cannot say. It depends on his familiarity with the wolf spirit. And yes, wolf ears would be funny. So would a tail." Seras says, cracking a smile.
Seras laughs. "Indeed! That would be quite funny! So... Are you going to wait here this whole time? This could take hours. Days, even." She says, looking at Phorsaal.
She sighs. "Well... I'll call you if we sense any movement inside. You can go back home now if you want." She says, rubbing the head of the sarcophagus.
[Sorry for the wait. Had to help mom with something.]
"Well, you're welcome to stay. Want a drink?"
"Relax. You've been out for five hours. Sit. I'll get a glass of water." Ioras says, running out of the room as Seras slowly lowers him to the floor with his head in her lap.
"Well, you're welcome to stay. Want a drink?"
~~~~ Five hours later ~~~~
Seras, Phorsaal, and Ioras are chatting idly when they suddenly hear a thump from the sarcophagus. Their necks immediately turn, and the sisters jump to their feet before running to the sarcophagus. Ioras slowly pushes the lid off from one side, while Seras catches it and slowly lowers it to the ground. With a groan and a lot of black smoke, Khorvis sits up, coughing more of the black smoke from his mouth. Nothing about him has changed externally, it seems, save for his ears looking a little more dog-like than before. The sisters help him as he stumbles unsteadily out of the sarcophagus, and looks wearily around the room. "Ugh... What the fuck happened? Did I pass out? Why was I in that box...?" He groans, eyes blinking to shut out the light. Phorsaal sees that his nails have lengthened into dark claws now, which would leave deep and very painful wounds. Unfortunately, he didn't have a tail. His grimace reveals a row of wolfish teeth, and his pupils and irises have gotten bigger and lighter, giving him more vision in the dark.
"Relax. You've been out for five hours. Sit. I'll get a glass of water." Ioras says, running out of the room as Seras slowly lowers him to the floor with his head in her lap.
Phorsaal sighs in relief as Khorvis wakes up yet again. He is groggy and a bit out of it, but for the most part seems alright. The small changes were a bit off setting, but it didn't really matter at the time. "You gave me a real scare there Khorvis... glad you woke up so soon."
[Alex and Khorvis in the same sentence. XD]
"I feel like shit..." He groans, gulping down the glass of water before taking the entire jug from Ioras and drinking the whole thing in one go, his belly bulging out slightly as Ioras looks on, wide-eyed.
"Understandable. I'm surprised you're still sane." Seras says, rubbing his head.
"I feel like shit..." He groans, gulping down the glass of water before taking the entire jug from Ioras and drinking the whole thing in one go, his belly bulging out slightly as Ioras looks on, wide-eyed.
"Understandable. I'm surprised you're still sane." Seras says, rubbing his head.
"Yes... well, apparently you have some beast blood in you Khorvis, the alpha wolf. No idea how it manifested inside of you but that is just how it goes. Apparently you will have some sort of power unique to the wolf... no idea what one though."
"Uh huh..." He says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Actually, he might get more than one power. Or even all of them. Like I said before, depends on his familiarity with the spirit." Seras says.
"What powers?"
"You'll see soon enough, hopefully." She murmurs, smiling down at him.
"Actually, he might get more than one power. Or even all of them. Like I said before, depends on his familiarity with the spirit." Seras says.
"What powers?"
"You'll see soon enough, hopefully." She murmurs, smiling down at him.
"Yeah..." He mutters.
A while later, he's on his feet, stretching as he bounces on the balls of his feet. "Hmm... I don't feel all that different..." He murmurs, glancing at the sisters.
"Of course you don't. You'll realise it later." Seras says, grinning.
".... Oookay, creepy lady."
"I am NOT creepy!" She says crossly, sticking her tongue out at him.
A while later, he's on his feet, stretching as he bounces on the balls of his feet. "Hmm... I don't feel all that different..." He murmurs, glancing at the sisters.
"Of course you don't. You'll realise it later." Seras says, grinning.
".... Oookay, creepy lady."
"I am NOT creepy!" She says crossly, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Mmhmm. That's for sure." He says, chuckling. First, he turns and bows to the sisters. "I suppose I should say thank you. So... Thank you." He says with a wry grin.
"Oh, it was our pleasure. Oh, and do come back sometime. I still haven't sampled you yet." Seras says, winking at him as Ioras rolls her eyes.
"Ignore my lusty sister. But it was our pleasure." She says, nodding her head to him.
"Well, I suppose I might come back and let you have a taste." Khorvis says, winking right back at Seras, who giggles.
Then, he takes Phorsaal's hand and lets her guide him back home, his hand in hers the entire way. It seems, unfortunately, his aura has gotten stronger, as people start to unconsciously follow him before suddenly realising what they're doing and quickly hurrying away.
"Oh, it was our pleasure. Oh, and do come back sometime. I still haven't sampled you yet." Seras says, winking at him as Ioras rolls her eyes.
"Ignore my lusty sister. But it was our pleasure." She says, nodding her head to him.
"Well, I suppose I might come back and let you have a taste." Khorvis says, winking right back at Seras, who giggles.
Then, he takes Phorsaal's hand and lets her guide him back home, his hand in hers the entire way. It seems, unfortunately, his aura has gotten stronger, as people start to unconsciously follow him before suddenly realising what they're doing and quickly hurrying away.
"Hmm... Maybe that's the point. An Alpha has to prove his dominance, doesn't he...?" Khorvis murmurs, stepping closer to her before reaching down to squeeze her ass. "I'm not surprised it's attracting more people... Even I can sense what's going on. Also, you smell weird. You smell like... Old bones..." He says, his nose wrinkling a bit.