Light the Dark

Dragon's Bait ((OPEN))

*dusts off thread*

Still interested in this.

I'd really like my partner to play the dragon at this point in time.

Mahz's Dev Journal

@Mahz I mostly use PMs, but essentially.

I'm trying to remember the email system from the old guild. I know we had emails for PMs, but I don't remember if we had them for subscribed threads. I believe we did.

Its just nice to know if someone replied to something without having to come on to the guild and check. I am... lazy. xD

@Miss Gallagher Yeah, I can totally see that. I had to double check there wasn't anything in my trash that I wanted to keep before pressing that button. ^^;

Mahz's Dev Journal

All the changes are very nice. Deleting all my trash was both interesting and anxiety-inducing. xD

Suggestion for another change? E-mail alerts. I'd love to have those again, wonderful and all-mighty @Mahz.

~Soulmates: I'll find you again~ (MxF, FxF, 18+)

Send me a pm @Nikki Moonlight, and we'll talk about stuff. ^^

~Soulmates: I'll find you again~ (MxF, FxF, 18+)

@Nikki Moonlight

I haven't heard of that series, that I'm aware of. It's a pretty standard soulmate plot thing, a mesh of different ideas that I liked. xD

~Soulmates: I'll find you again~ (MxF, FxF, 18+)

@Avanhelsing@headintheclouds Both of you go ahead and send me a PM when you get a moment. I don't have much time right now, and I'd hate to forget to PM you!

~Soulmates: I'll find you again~ (MxF, FxF, 18+)

*dusts off thread*

~Soulmates: I'll find you again~ (MxF, FxF, 18+)

*bumpybump*

~Soulmates: I'll find you again~ (MxF, FxF, 18+)

For every person, there will be another who completes their soul...

Once upon a time, two beings fell in love.

Character B is immortal and ageless, never dying, forever living. Character A is woefully mortal. When 'A' died, 'B's heart broke. But a few decades later, 'B' found another... and after their death, another. Each love so much like 'A' that 'B' couldn't help but love them. It took a century or two, and then 'B' realized... 'A' was being reincarnated.

Character A doesn’t remember their past lives, but Character B remembers each and every one. 'B' has loved 'A' in every past life, no matter what. They were made for each other. Each night that 'A' is alive, they visit each other in their dreams, however 'A' can't remember them upon waking... Until one day, after meeting 'B', Character A does.

- - - Side notes:
Character B does not strictly have to be 'immortal', but can be a very long lived race like an Elf or Fairy.
Just because 'B' is searching for 'A' doesn't mean they always find them.
This can be in a world where Soulmates are common or uncommon
I'd prefer a fantasy setting over something 'real world'
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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.

Craving right now:
I'm a sucker for fluff.
I have a bit of a craving for something dark and gothic-y with heavy romance.
I can see this particular RP going either way, though I'm currently leaning towards the darker side of things for this prompt.

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 every time they happen. Making out, leading up to the 'main event' is fine, but then glossing over the rest or fade to black is my preference for at least half the time. I want a romance/love story, not a smut fest. As the RPers, we might discuss what happens between the characters in the bedroom if we feel comfortable with it and if anything happens. 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 30-ish female, for those who like to know the age of their partners.
As of March 2020 I've fallen into sudden free time, for reasons totally unknown... Sadly my current partners work in healthcare, and their free time has vanished.
Typically you can expect a reply once a week-ish, though right now it'll likely be more. I need something to do that will distract me and keep my mind working and me not going down the anxiety rabbit hole.

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.

A Game of Love

It's not something we wanted to do, and we tried to find a way to make it work, but it just wasn't something we could do.

I've had fun working with you all, though.