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Monsterverse RP
By: Don Date: January 14, 2020, 11:32 pm
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Earth was growing more and more primal as the apex predators
ruled the lands. Most if not all humanity has been wiped out in
the massive battles of great and powerful beasts. As the world
grew so did the environment , each area transformed to its prime
monster creating a vastly different habitat for each area of the
world. The monsters could communicate with each other it would
seem even though it would be in roars if heard through human
ears. These creatures all had unique powers and personas that
could distinguish each as equally primes in their own aspects.
No monster seemed to be greater then the next, just immensely
powerful and capable of complete extinction of the human race.
The very few humans that were left hid in fear in the deep nests
of mountains in hopes to never be found.
-------RP RULES
-- No God Moding
-- No Auto Attack
-- No Batmanning
-- Explain everything as thoroughly as you can if causing
destruction
-- Be any giant monster you can think of. Just be big and unique
XD
#Post#: 410287--------------------------------------------------
Re: Monsterverse RP
By: Demonreach Date: January 23, 2020, 3:53 am
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Deep blue eyes looked at the woman prostrated before him, soft
and gentle. She had come here, begging and pleading as they all
do.
'Perhaps I could be convinced to allow you and yours to go
free,' his body bent over, arm extending to lift the woman's
chin with a black claw.
She looked at Dragnipur with tears in her eyes; a brokenness to
them that made him smile, a cruelness to it that was lost on the
broken soul before him; his visage demonic and terrible, as was
his power; a power that he wasn't remiss to use against those
within his control. However, she looked grateful, thanking him
so pathetically as she started to weep again, promising to go
anything and everything if that was the case; if her and her kin
could be free once more.
Her kin were most likely not of relation, but to the incubus, he
cared little.
The black claw slit her throat, a soft gasp of surprise and pain
escaping as the woman began to drown on her own blood. Within
minutes she would have drowned on the blood; others bent to his
will would be all too happy to clean up the woman's body. Those
with her, all insignificant to him, stared in horror; the few
children amongst them openly crying. His demonic eyes caught
theirs, allowing the pressure of his power, of his mere
presence, to crush their spirit; to break them utterly. A few of
the grown men wet themselves, as the children did, as he allowed
his malevolence to manifest.
He made a gesture with his hand, the humans making muffled
noises as their lives were snuffed; behind them, hidden in the
shadows, were lesser demons he had turned from humans had slit
their throats, gorging themselves on the blood flowing so
freely.
The dark cave, lit only by the light of lava that flowed through
the deep cracks, and he sat upon a raised platform. Dragnipur
crossed his legs, an elbow resting on an arm of his chair, his
throne, as he leaned his head into the fist. He stared at his
creations, frowning, before making another gesture, killing
them. His tail twitched, irritated.
Dragnipur, incubus by nature, was lean with hard muscle; dark,
purple hair covered his arms, legs, and back; his chest was bare
save a patch of hair; the blonde hair was long, thick, with
tints of green spread throughout: a color made easier to see in
the odd lighting of his home, a dormant volcano that he had
carved into, making a space for himself. He cared little for the
power struggles the other monsters would engage in, admitting to
himself reluctantly that he craved such a fight to test his
hellish might. Beneath the hair, scales as hard as any dragons,
his chest bare save the patch of hair. Two marks on each cheek
stand out; two horns of the demonic nature protrude from his
forehead, veins seem to protrude from the base of these horns;
just below his ears are another pair of horns which are
ram-like, as are his ears: the ends of his ears ending in tufs
of blue hair.
Instead, however, he spent the days engaged in feasting,
gorging, and debauchery; many human women had been drained of
their lifeforce, his hunger insatiable and infinite. Those he
brought back to play with didn't last long, and those that did
still didn't last very long. Still, he acquired quite the harem
around him; which was quite impressive given the lack of humans,
let alone human women, around.
One of which had come from behind him, a hand trailing down the
demons chest; fingers curling in his chest hair, another came
from his left side, crawling on all fours to prostrate herself
before him much like the other woman had, her body still there
as blood drained from the open wound. The woman crawling to him
seemed to not notice the blood, or the body, as she moved over
it. Both her hands moved up his legs, a soft growl escaping his
lips as he felt her going against his hair; from pleasure or
displeasure, none knew, but she wasn't perturbed as both hands
moved the loincloth that hung so loosely around his waist,
taking the demonic member into her mouth, making soft moans as
her head bobbed up and down the hardening shaft.
While there were other monsters out there, monsters that held
more influence or territory than he did, Dragnipur was hardly
concerned about them; the larger ones hardly noticed those like
him, lest they made a nuisance of themselves. Mostly, those like
Dragnipur, fought over territory or food, or many other reasons
monsters seem to conjure up to try and destroy one another.
He himself had killed a few that had walked into his volcanic
home.
After a few minutes, allowing the concubines to pleasure him,
taking turns with their mouths as the other joined the first,
Dragnipur rose, retiring to his room; the two followed him,
joined by a handful of others women joined the trio.
Soon, screams could be heard echoing throughout the volcanic
cave, whether of pleasure or pain, none could be sure.
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