Light the Dark

Dragon's Bait ((OPEN))

Hey all! Light the Dark here. As some...most... of my rp partners have been eaten by life, I'm looking for one or two new partners.

Who I'm looking for:Anyone who is casual/high-casual who wants to RP with me is more than welcome to see if we click. ^^ I don't bite... hard. I'm looking for someone to play a male or female character to my female.
I'm much more interested in quality over quantity - I like depth in character development, and collaborative world building. A 5 paragraph post that rambles and isn't well written won't hold my attention like a couple paragraphs with insight into your character's thoughts and development.

Types of RPs I'm interested in: While romance typically doesn't have to be the main point of the RP, it is an important part of an RP for me. Right now I am in the mood for something with heavy romance. I tend to be drawn to fantasy RPs - more 'traditional' ones rather than urban/modern fantasy.
I've been mulling something over based on Dragon's Bait - in which one character is a Dragon (that can turn human) and the other is a sacrifice to said dragon - as you might have guessed by the image and the title of this thread. You know. Possibly.

The book's plot: Wrongly condemned for witchcraft, fifteen-year-old Alys is tempted to take revenge on her accusers when the dragon to which she has been sacrificed turns out to be an ally.

My Idea: I'd like to take the basic plot - a character that is falsely accused and sacrificed to a dragon, the dragon then helping them - and expand on it. Revenge or not can be part of the plot, but something I would like to be part of the plot is the dragon learning about humans. I have an image in my head that this dragon is somewhat fae-like, as different to us as we are to them. I would like to use characters that are older - though the character in the book is a teenager, I'm not going to rp characters that young for romance.

My Limits/Requests/Rules

I'd rather RP over PMs, as it is easier for me to keep track of things.
While I don't mind mature things, I'd rather not go into heavily detailed mature scenes. Making out, leading up to the 'main event' is fine, but then glossing over the rest or fade to black is often my preference. As the RPers, we might discuss what happens between the characters in the bedroom if we feel comfortable with it and if anything happens, but as I said, I generally don't fully RP it out. As for language/violence, go for it, I have no problems with it.

Other information: I'm sure there are many things I am missing at the moment, but for now this will do until I update things. I'm a mid-twenties-something female, for those who like to know the age of their partners. I am NOT someone who posts daily. I try to post a couple of times a week, but sometimes it may be more than a week between posts. If you're ever worried I've lost interest, just message me - I'll usually tell you that I haven't.
Also, please don't ghost me. If you aren't enjoying things or are just busy, let me know. I appreciate not wondering. :)

Books/Movies/TV Shows I enjoy

Any Tamora Pierce novel
Seraphina
The Lunar Chronicles
Dragons Bait
Fairytale retellings
Doctor Who
Stardust
The Princess Bride
The Hunger Games
Miraculous Ladybug

Writing Samples

Kella grit her teeth as she marched along, hearing the man follow behind her. The way he spoke of the king rubbed her the wrong way. Who was he to speak of the king so? And what did he know of her mission? He was so infuriating! Why he couldn't have just left her alone, she didn't know. But he followed her - and forced her to walk, damn him, as she would not mount in front of him in this condition - and so Kella's mood soured with each footstep. She did not talk to him, or give him any indication that she wanted his company. Or that she didn't want it. Kella steadfastly ignored him as the sun slipped lower and lower on the horizon. Had she not lost time by being forced to walk, she would have made it to town and an inn. But no. Kella sniffed. She was going to have to camp out in the open, now, and it was this man's fault.

She stiffened as he drew nearer, telling her she should rest. As he was done with his little speech, she sniffed. "I doubt you are morally obligated to do anything. And you do not know me - do not act as if you know what I can bear." She tossed her head, sending her hair fluttering, the red color of it taking on a deep, fiery tone in the dying light of day. Her gait was shortened, the movement of her injured leg stiff. Kella knew she had reached her limit, or near it, but there was no way that she would admit it to this insufferable man.

She leaned on her mount, hoping he would not notice. Notice, and then force her to rest. As if she couldn't take care of herself! Starlight tossed her head and let out a snort, seemingly not liking this from her mistress. Kella frowned. Now even her mount was telling her it was time to rest! How entirely frustrating. She ignored the fact and strode onwards... until her injured leg finally gave out, not ten steps further. She let out a colorful swear as her knees buckled and hit the ground, dust and dirt scattering up around her.
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It was an honor, they said.

With her hair plastered to her face from the quick summer storm that had raced through the countryside a half hour before, Astrid let out a cry of anger. She could do without this so-called honor. Last night, she had went to bed dreaming sweet dreams and planning her dress for the harvest festival. This morning, she had eaten her porridge not even realizing it was to be her last meal. Then everyone had been called to the town square, and the mayor had said the dragon had demanded a sacrifice of a maiden to keep away from the town and its farms.

Astrid wanted to spit at the thought of the sniveling mayor, with his portly stomach and his pasty face, but she had not had anything to drink since noon, and her mouth was dry. She leaned against the roughly made stake that she was tied to, every inch of her body aching. How did the mayor know what the dragon demanded? Did the mayor speak dragon-ese? The thought of the mayor knowing what the dragon wanted was laughable, if Astrid felt like laughing. More than likely, they had no idea what was going on, and the dragon would just eat her then turn on the town. After all, the mayor had so much more meat on his bones than Astrid did. Perhaps she should make a point to tell the dragon that.

The light was slowly creeping away, and Astrid stared up at the sky. Maybe the dragon would eat her quickly, and she wouldn't even notice she had died. The girl – not so much of a girl but rather a maiden just over the cusp of womanhood, seventeen and dreamy-eyed, though those eyes were now empty of dreams – swallowed. Maybe dragons were like cats, and played with their food. What a horrible notion.
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Amaya laughed, skipping away from one of her suitors. "I don't think I gave you permission to touch me quite there, Johnathan. For shame- you didn't even ask me to the dance tomorrow night." She faked a pout, "And I had so wanted to dance with you too."

The sun shone brightly with the golden light of the harvest time, washing everything with a gentle warmth. A cool breeze swept through the town, carrying with it the promise of winter. It ruffled the skirt of her dress, and tugged at her hair as it passed by them. The sounds of preparation for the big night drifted through on the wind as well, along with the murmur of of merchants selling their goods, the chatter of the excited townsfolk... Amaya loved the harvest festival.

She blew a kiss at the youth before her. "I must be off. Try and find me at the dance tomorrow night... If you're lucky, I'll still have a dance left for such a lovely boy as yourself!" She picked up her lute that she had set to the side when she had met up with the boy and decided a little kissing in an alcove never hurt anyone. But she was about to be late, and she had promised that she would play in the square for a while... and if it happened that the merchants were a bit more free with their wares, so be it.

She near danced into the town square, almost as lithe on her feet as dancer. She spun, a smile on her lips as she started to play a tune, her fingers merrily skipping over the strings of the lute.

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A Game of Love

Nico and Caity

_{Collaboration of: @Kyrisse and @Light the Dark}

Finally, the glitter-dust settled. Caity's mind seemed clearer than it had for a while - ever since the two dancing fairies had appeared in the clearing in the first place. She looked around, rubbing her eyes to rid them of any remaining glitter. She was sure she was supposed to be doing something...

"Fuck." Her eyes searched for Nico. She had to make sure he hadn't drank any coffee. At least until they knew they wouldn't be trapped here forever if they ate or drank anything.

Finally she found him, on the other side of the clearing. Was that a cup of coffee in his hand? "Fuck fuck fuck."

Caity trotted over to him. "For the love of god, tell me you did not drink any coffee."

Nico looked a little distracted. He thought the dancing fairies were fascinating but he wondered what the dust was. He began feeling as if he needed...wanted to talk to someone... He looked around to find out who it was he wanted to talk to and noticed Caity walking towards him. He raised an eyebrow at her and then looked at the half empty coffee cup in his hand. "Yeah, I did, actually. What? You didn't have any coffee in your house?" he gestured to the door behind him. "I've got a whole pot in there. I'll share if you want some."

Caity clasped her hand to her forehead. She hadn't gotten here in time, damn it. "Thanks, but no. No, I did, along with an abundance of books, but... not the point." How to say it? She was going to sound so stupid. "Think, for a moment, that this isn't a prank by... Howl? Or we haven't all gone crazy. If this is real. I don't know if you read many myths and fairy tales. But the fare folk - fairies, or maybe elves - if you eat or drink food from them... you... stay with them."

"Howell," Nico corrected. "And no... by now, I'm pretty convinced that this isn't a prank. There's no way in the world for Howell to know what design I want for my house," he looked again at the dark liquid in his cup. "I know all that stuff. Never accept a Faerie gift. Do not eat Faerie Food or drink Faerie wine," he enumerated. "The way I see it, we've been brought here for something. That's why they're giving us things...so that we'll cooperate. That makes us even, don't you think? Of course, there's a big chance that I could be wrong. Either way, I don't really know if we'll ever get back to our realities. We've been given houses that fits our needs and wants. By stepping into the houses, we've already accepted a gift. That alone is enough for them to keep us here. So, I figured, drinking the coffee won't make it any worse than it already is." He looked over her shoulder, still trying to figure out why he had such a strange feeling. Who was it that he wanted to talk to?

"Right. Accepting gifts is on that list too." She had forgotten that. Caity let her head fall back, looking up at the sky with a groan. "So much for warning you. So much for remembering the thing about the Faerie gifts. And here I thought I was well read."

Well, she was well read. It was remembering what she read which was the problem. Caity looked back at Nico - he seemed occupied. "Well, I'll let you go. Apparently there is some big fancy ball tonight that I am going to try and not attend. Though that's also where things are supposed to made clear. Damn it. I'm going to have to go if I want answers."

Nico turned his attention back to Caity, feeling it rude not to give her his full attention. "Sorry about... Anyway, yeah, I suppose everything will be made clear later. Why don't you want to attend? Don't you like dances?"

Caity laughed. "The last dance I attended was Prom. At the request of my mother and friends. I really don't think that quite qualifies." She'd much rather be staying at home with a book. She liked dressing up though, on occasion.

She glanced at him again with raised brows. "You must attend a lot of dances. Or fancy parties, which probably aren't the same. Do you like them, or are they just part of the job?"

Even as they were talking, she could smell his cup of coffee. Her mouth watered. If they were in trouble anyway, coffee wouldn't hurt. No more than accepting and loving a house full of books would. Caity didn't even notice herself staring at the cup of coffee in Nico's hands as she finished speaking.

Nico shrugged. "There are parties that are fun and parties that are... well... compulsory," he answered and followed Caity's eyes towards his coffee cup. "I'd offer you my cup but then it'd probably be strange for you to be drinking from a stranger's cup. If you want, I can pour you a cup..." he furrowed his brows, trying to remember what he was supposed to do.

"What? Oh..." Caity blushed and tugged at her ear. "Was I that obvious?" She paused, then added, "Honestly, though, you're less strange then everyone else around here. And the fairies... I mean, I've known you for what... Two whole hours? We're practically best friends."

"But yes. I would love a cup of coffee. Maybe get out of some of this weirdness for a while."

Nico glanced towards the group of people chatting with each other. One had already fallen asleep on the pink haired woman's lap. Figuring that no one would miss him anyway and that maybe going into the house for a while would clear the confusion from his head, he nodded. "Well, your house or my house?" he asked, a telltale grin on his face.

A Game of Love

_{collab between @Caits and @Light the Dark}

Caity and Gordo

Gordo sighed, left alone he shoved his hands in his pockets, watching those around him. There weren't many things that interested him, so Gordo watched people around him. He watched a couple of people, and after a time, he hesitated before approaching a purple haired individual. There was something about her that intrigued him and he wanted to figure out what.

Still, he stuttered as he said "H-hello."

Caity stopped in her tracks, turning to this new person. Something still tugged at her to keep walking, but for now she paused. "Hi?" She asked, confused. Why was this guy talking to her. She wasn't anything special. Glancing around, Caity noticed everyone seemed to be talking to someone. Maybe he was talking to her out of pity?

Still, his stuttering was kind of cute. As was he.

"Looks like a bomb went off inside a unicorn, right?" She waived her hand in the air - sparkles of glitter still floated around.

Gordo smiled slightly, the girl seemed to think he was just there because there was no one else to approach. Strange, really. Really, she just intrigued him and Gordo gave a shrug. "well, that's certainly one way to describe it. I was thinking tinker bell was just so excited, she had to share the dust. The fairies so far do seem excited about us.." he said, managing to not stutter thankfully.

"I'm g-Gordo" Drat. Spoke took soon about the stuttering. Reaching up he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his glasses more securely to his nose as he did so, slightly flustered.

Caity laughed. "Humph, Tinker Bell." It was an apt description. It did look much like the fairy went everywhere and scattered pixidust. "Too bad we aren't flying, too."

She watched him with raised brows. "You okay? You seem a bit nervous. You shouldn't be because of me. Maybe because of all the Tinker Bells flying around and fucking with our heads, though. Next thing you know is Peter Pan will show up." Caity grinned at him, glad to share a joke.

Gordo smiled brightly, then shrugged "Then I'd be worried about falling, I have trouble keeping my feet on the ground as it is" he said, a little bashfully, watching the dust for a moment, and then back to Caity.

"Why shouldn't I be a little nervous?" he asked softly, a little...stumped about why he was. "You're a girl, and you seem quite nice. And, from what I heard, likes books." Why was he saying this?

Caity stared at him. "Yeah, but I'm just a girl. There are girls here who I'm pretty sure are supermodels." She paused a moment, his last words registering in her head. Had he eavesdropped on her conversation with Keiran? That really was not something she wanted to be eavesdropped on.

"Uh... were you eavesdropping?" Her tone was clear - she did not approve.

"sorry for having ears" Gordo said,surprised he had snapped back like that, wondering what he had done to have the girl be so...hostile. He thought they had been having a good conversation, but maybe he was just delusional. What girl would like him, anyway? "and sound travels" he slid his hands into his pockets once more, weary at having to defend himself from something he couldn't really stop.

She raised her brows. Caity hadn't expected him to snap at her. She hadn't been rude, but eavesdropping wasn't a nice thing to do. She certainly wasn't paying attention to other people's conversations. Maybe he had really good hearing? "Were you bitten by a radioactive bat?" She asked, laughing a little, trying to diffuse the situation. "Because your hearing has to be really good to be able to overhear stuff through all this noise."

"Nope it was a spider," Gordo shot back. So he could listen? It was a skill many people seemed to have lost over the years. It wasn't like he planned on it. "I'm good at listening, okay? Not many people notice me, and so I pay attention to what is around me." a little disappointed when it seemed to have been going so well, Gordo got a tad defensive.

"So why aren't you swinging through the trees like Spiderman?" Caity asked with a laugh. "Or, rather, Tarzan? Though Tarzan wasn't bit by a radioactive spider..."

Was she messing with him? Gordo couldn't tell. Suddenly self conscious and worried, he ran a hand through his hair again, causing it to stick up even more. Although he was pleased she could laugh, it hurt knowing it was at his expense. "No, he wasn't. He was raised by gorillas." he said a little neutrally, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. Caity seemed to have expected hostility from the first, and he didn't know why.

"Right? See, you know your classic literature." She paused. "Or you know your Disney movies." Caity laughed again. Not that the Disney versions of classics were bad, of course. She held a certain fondness for them - she had loved them as a child. But they weren't the actual stories.

"I know both" Gordo replied, still trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He sighed softly. Maybe coming approaching her hadn't been a good idea. He placed his hands in his pockets again, and stepped back. "well, it's been nice talking to you"

"You too." Caity did wonder, a bit, if she had said something wrong. She thought she had been nice - she had only been joking with the man, after all. That was what she did. But it didn't seem to matter, because she was being pulled away again by some invisible force. And she still needed to talk to Nico!

She glanced back at Gordo as she walked away. "Oh, by the way, I don't know if you heard, but don't eat or drink here!" Might as well give him the warning. It was the least she could do.

A Game of Love

_{collab between @dabombjk and @Light the Dark}

Caity and Kieran

Kieran looked at Tabitha and rolled his eyes, but in a teasing way. He could almost guess what she was thinking and encouraged her to do so. With a nudge and a nose tap Kieran signaled to Tabi to sit down and start sketching. He did not see any harm in her doing this, and drawing may help her deal with the ever changing reality of the situation that was currently unfolding before their eyes. Kieran smiled at her, let go of her hand, and took a few quick steps forward so he could gently tap Caity on the shoulder. When she turned around to look at him, he started to speak, wanting to apologize for how rude he was earlier, and apologize for how Tabi seemed to be a little sensitive. He wanted to explain both his and her actions, but stopped dead short when Caity turned around. It was if he saw her in a new light suddenly, with her face glistening with a golden glow and her eyes shining like brilliant twin suns.

Kieran almost stuttered when he spoke first but remained calm. "Hi...hi. Look I am sorry about earlier, not the best of introductions huh?" Kieran smiled and tried to do his magic calming look. Kieran vaguely noticed the black and red sand dust flowing freely around them, and the soft music in the back round. It was as if his mind, his ever so strongly trained and witty mind, could realize something was happening but he was not strong enough yet to resist.

"Lets reintroduce ourselves, my name is Kieran Hishamie. You said you read one of my books?"

Caity had turned to face him, slightly annoyed that he had stopped her from warning Nico. An apology was nice and all, and she appreciated it - but couldn't it wait? And what on earth was with that smug look upon his face? No wonder he had snapped at her earlier - and here she had let who he was change her mind about it!

She waved a hand in front of her face, knocking away sparkling glitter from the air in front of her. "Uhm, I know who you are. I'm Caity. And thanks, I appreciate the apology, but now really isn't the time... I mean, it's like a glitter factory exploded right now." She would have said something a bit more colorful, but saying a unicorn pissed over everything might be a bit crude.

She turned to walk away once more, but found she couldn't just yet. Caity turned back to the author. "Yes, I've read your books. All of them, actually. Part of the librarian gig, you know?" And Caity honestly couldn't believe that it was this man who had wrote 'Deep Down'.

Kieran forgot he was suppose to be distracting Caity so Tabi could do her thing, ignored the weird sand dust stuff that was all around them, and even forgot for the moment they were in fairy land. Kieran just found himself drawn in, her wit being so charming and her book no how was also interesting. That and fact that she actually read his books was very appealing. He did not normally run into fans of his, even though he had some best sellers, and he loathed it usually when he did. But.....for some reason it was like a veil had been lifted and he just was enamored with what he saw. He didn't......feel different but it was like he saw everything that make Caity amazing.

Kieran pocketed one hand and rubbed the back of his neck with the other. "That's so awesome, thanks for reading my books. My favorite so far is my New Voyage series, but I was thinking of making a spin off or a sequel to my romantic novel "Deep Down". If you want while we are here If I work on anything I can give you a sneak peak."

Kieran hoped he was being charming. He wasn't sure how to go about this, and there was a pounding in his brain that started to develop.

Even ten minutes ago, Caity would have replied 'thank you for writing them!' But now, as Kieran looked at her with that smug smile on his face, the words caught in her throat. "I'm honestly not so much of a fan of New Voyage. It's well written, of course, but you seem to have lost the creative spark that you had with 'Deep Down'."

She might as well be honest with him. "Daniel is a bit...entitled, don't you think? He is the one that struggles the least, his life is the best in both worlds, and he is as much the arrogant, spoiled man at the end of the novel as he was at the start. But you heap praises on him, as if he has the most difficult time." She was starting to see 'Daniel' and Kieran had a lot in common. Self centered and arrogant, with a confidence that was more ego than substance.

How she had let herself be washed away by his writing before was beyond her. How could anything so beautiful come from a mind of someone so full of himself?

Kieran was caught off guard by her comments. He thought he wrote New Voyage pretty well, and Daniel was a very popular creation of his, but she didn't like either? At the same time Kieran only admired her more, he admired how honest she was and straight about her thoughts and feelings, and how she was so open with him even though they just met. "Well....thank you for telling me that. Not many people would so willingly tell me the faults in my creations."

Kieran gave a hearty laugh. "It gladdens me to know I have a reader so confident and honest, it makes me feel like I am writing for good people. New Voyage is my best seller, but if Daniel is such a turn off maybe I should focus on another project you think? What do you think, as a reader, my readers would enjoy the most?"

"I think you denied Sally everything. She worked so hard, and in the end ended up with nothing. As a reader, it was unsatisfying. You have characters come from different walks of life, only to have the rich or well off succeed. It's like that enough in real life - give people someone to root for that isn't an ass." Caity shrugged, and looked around. She still had to talk to Nico. And she wanted to get away from the disappointment of a man that Kieran turned out to be.

And besides, there was something pulling her away from the author. A tugging inside of her - an insistence she had somewhere else to be. "I have to go. It was...informative... talking to you."

Kieran nodded politely, hiding his disappointment. He had though he well written characters and plots, with an ending that irritated fans, made them laugh, cry, basically just leaving them off wanting them more and drawing conclusions of their own. This was all so.......Kieran put a hand to his temple, slightly irritated that the pounding in his head was there at all. "Yes thank you again. If you ever want to talk shop, or want more info on my writing, or just want to give me advice please find me. You are a well spring of good intentions yet untapped."

Kieran gave Caity a two finger salute, smiled, then turned around and started walking back to Tabi who he hoped he had bought enough time.....fifteen minutes should have been enough right?

A Game of Love

@Mae Awesome. Either PM me here or message me on discord. We'll plot. :D

A Game of Love

So exciting!

Now I need to figure out who Caity likes the most and the least... xD

@Mae Are you around? Tarly might fit the bill for who she likes the least. ^^;

A Game of Love

Yay!

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Oooh, sounds like such an evil idea. I like it!

@Kyrisse

Heheheh

I'm full of evil ideas. xD

A Game of Love

I think so too. Shall we start flooding OOC again? XD

@Kyrisse

Yes! Up my post count!

Plot so everyone can see!

Then change the plans so it's a surprise anyway!

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I feel like everyone moved over to the discord chat and no one bothers to talk in here anymore. xD