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Posted 2020-12-06 17:05:16 (edited)
The Rules: I'll try keep this short and sweet‣ Please do not remove my name and ID from the written word, or fail to provide credit. I may enjoy writing, but it's nice to feel appreciated. ‣ The first three re-edits are free - these edits are usually if a customer changes their mind on how they want a story to begin or conclude - however excessive edits or edits thereafter cost 100SB. ‣ Payment is expected upfront and will be refunded if a cancellation occurs while I'm writing; however, I do not provide refunds for finished commissions, as by that point, I have wasted my time (writing practise or otherwise, I work hard to produce something enjoyable). ‣ I will not write anything explicitly NSFW. Any romance that goes beyond what's appropriate is faded (and I reserve the right to decline fetishes because while it's your thing, it's not mine, as well as anything else inappropriate) and violence or gore will not be described all that graphically unless I'm given the green-light. (This refers to character conflict, again I reserve the right to refuse any inappropriate scenario or something I'm uncomfortable with). ‣ Be reasonable. Please. As much as I pride myself on fast service in general and especially when I have free time (usually same-day), things can be busy for me. I may not complete the commission until a few days after. ‣ Lastly, please tell me if you have any constructive criticisms towards what you receive. Depending on the issue, it may not count as a re-edit, and overall criticism is useful. --------------- |
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Posted 2020-12-06 17:08:07 (edited)
Examples: [Will be Spoiler'd for convinience when said option is implemented]
Largely forgotten by the vast majority, for many centuries, they were known only as 'The Watchers' of Erae'evai Wood and its surrounding regions; whilst their purpose and supposed abilities varied from person to person. Some believed them to be Guardians, others feared they were surely a monstrous creature, for only a flash of fur and eyes had ever truly been seen...
A dream no more as hissing embers rose amid a chorus of screams and disorientation. The flames seemed to thrive on the blatant chaos it lay among, children of all ages calling for parents both Godly and not as Camp Deshret sprang to life, attempting to restore a sense of order to the situation at hand. Their efforts, however, appeared as vain as futile attempts to quell the building flames, ultimately only serving to add to the very chaos that appeared to surround and engulf them as the smoke continued to thicken. Among the frantic cries and desperate sobs, the groaning wail as charred wood gave way and surroundings trees lit like matches, came a word as countless campers clamoured and flocked to the poorly maintained portals. Retreat. The risk was considerable, for the portals had been made in haste and their magic waned, yet the promise that lay beyond was irresistible. Safety. The risk was seldom thought of, the eldest among them shepherding and shouting reassurance as Camp Directors did the same. Their words, however, fell on deaf ears at the sound that followed, many forced to relinquish their grip on one another as their hands clasped their ears, the roar of the lion silencing even the fire. A figure in the smoke, untouched by the flames through which he walked, the dull scrape of the butcher's knife against smouldering ground trailing what silence followed, smoke now intermingled with the pungent scent of spiced wine and lavish oils. Shesmu had arrived and with him, came Deshret's destruction.
Personality: While Nathan is capable of being sweet and charming if you can hack behaviour and remarks most would find difficult to tolerate, crude and somewhat immature humour seems to be the front he puts up as a wall of defence. Anything is seldom off-limits, getting him into trouble and causing him injury on multiple occasions, though he seems to be growing better at sensing when he's about the cross the line since the cabin incidents which involved another camper, who 'attacked' him after Nathan made a string of inappropriate 'jokes' at his expense. Definitely, the class-clown archetype, while childish and irresponsible for the most part, Nathan can also be very empathetic and selfless, certainly a reliable and loyal friend. Though somewhat awkward around new people in spite of natural charisma, he soon finds his footing and enjoys both being the centre of attention - negative or otherwise - and making others laugh.
13/10/18 - An omen amidst the plague. Ntombikhona‘s cub is not of Indlovu’s blood; instead as dark as night and bearing the markings of the cunning leopard. A half-blood, sharing only the eyes of his mother, the mane of her tsavo ancestors. With no suitable other in contest, Mthobisi will hold the title of Bhai, regardless of the building unrest. 28/09/18 - Ntombikhona had made her decision well before Indlovu‘s corpse had festered. Nearing the end of her pregnancy, the now widowed Queen ruled that the pride would return to whatever remained of their ancestral home. Sifiso.
They came when night had fallen, purpose appearing to radiate from broad shoulders as they rolled like an unwavering heat, still somehow managing to retain an elegance that was almost ethereal despite the strength defined within their muscular frames. They were beautiful and unpleasant to look at simultaneously; their features calculating and harsh while their bodies displayed an assortment of colours and marks, all intermingled into a single coat. Captivating. Deadliness concealed itself well beside regal mannerisms and charm, hidden by their appearance overall. The three were still within their adolescence, a male and two females, half-siblings in sharing the same father and seemingly driven from their pride; surely there was no threat in permitting them to remain a while? Agitated mothers and their fellow pride-sisters appeared uneasy with such a welcome, and whispers ran throughout the land that the group were not as they appeared, for their mannerisms seemed so much older than they themselves did. Indeed, Rhaego, second of his name, alongside his sisters Rhaenys and Naerys, were far from what appearances did detail. To have allowed them refuge proved fatal for the older King considered wise, none within the pride fortunate to find themselves within Rhaego' mercy. Slumbered as it had, the forceful and unanticipated takeover put liveliness into the night, brutality and slaughter ringing out for many miles till there was nothing to silence. Within the blood of the fallen stands the three; the immortals, ageless as they are deathless. Demons. Or perhaps simply cursed. With the death of the Atthirari Pride rises the Daor, a pride of brutality and charm with a fierce hunger for power.
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