Weekly Challenge Jan. 17th 2012

[Tehya]

We all have faced the decisions of doing good versus bad, but this week’s challenge is to take the second option choosing bad over good. Have fun drawing or writing on the subject.

The Creative Challenge by Artists`Ambit suggests a subject weekly, and is open to any typical form of art or expression, including art 2D, 3D, poetry and short stories.

Note: This is open to all not limited to bards, artisans ect. Everyone may enter this challenge

[Ehlanna]

Ok, here is my go at this:

[Fariday]

I stand and look at the man before me, my blade poised to pierce his throat. The battle won, his sword cast aside, our duel is at long last over. The forest echoes with silence.

He is young, barely in his prime. With scraggly brown hair and hazel eyes, his beard scruff hints at his youth. Firm muscles heave in the strain of the combat. He is tall for his age, and by no means small; a warrior, tried and true. His face is contorted in a mixture of pain and anguish, rage and self-doubt. Sweat rolls from his brow, glistening in the dawnlight despite the overnight snow. Wearing his family's armor and trained by his father, a warrior of some renown in his camp, he is the best his clan has to offer.

I am little different, my age little past twenty. Midnight wings fold neatly behind me, feathers all tipped white in a fan of stars, a night sky imposed over my feathered appendages. Hair short, barely past my mid-neck. Rough and wild, it has little to tame it, the snowy white hair reflecting my also-white eyes. Lithe and compact am I, muscles made for moving more than lifting. I wear my travel cloak, tunic and breeches beneath, my sword earned through training at a forge for so long.

Cold steel pressed to his throat, I could but twitch and end this man's life. But why? He was young, as was I. He had much to learn. As did I.

But he'd also challenged me, on my name's honor. He had sworn to finish what his lord had started years before. Destruction of my clan and my people. Ignorance showed in his every movement. Yet I had taught him, shown him my history as only a warrior can show to another warrior. The ring of steel my voice, my manner of combat my message.

He knew my pain. And he regretted it.

So he sat there on his knees, my longsword to his jugular. Would I kill him? Would I spare him? The thought looned over me like a stormcloud.

I stood there long and tired, my eyes staring into his. Closing them, I made my choice. In one decisive thrust, the ground was painted red.

Drawihg my steel from his neck, I watched the color drain from his eyes. The sanguine river steamed and sizzled in the freezing snow, so hot on the ice.

A life gone now, my blade sheathed. I turn and walk away to contemplate the action I had chosen.

[Tehya]

Ehl awesome pictures loved the cookie symbolism and transformation. Fariday very good read. I didn't know what to expect until the last paragraph.

[Tehya]

Body Rules Mind (small skit)


Location Opening:
Scene 1: Nighttime dark forest, wind blowing, and low thunder.


Scene one: Tishina
Blonde hair, elven girl around 19 years old. Slender, smooth skin, elf ears, wide blue eyes, busty but not overly large, tiny waist and shapely legs.

Tishina: Why am I here, what have I done to deserve this? My own people sent me to this forest to be rid of me.

Sound: Crack of thunder, twigs and branches snapping.

Sound: Flapping wings

Tishina: To the gods I pray, what is that in the sky?

Scene two: Heran Long dark hair, a well built body with a long tail , black claws on his hands, wide expansive leathery wings. He wears no clothes, and his body would be something to deal with for the typical size woman.

Heran: You are my sweet Tishina, I have been waiting for you.

Tishina: What would you want of me I have no gold or powers?

Heran: That’s right you’re innocent and carry nothing but your body.

Tishina: Please don’t kill me, they sent me here for some purpose. I know not what. Your tail it’s so long and it looks like….gulps

Sound: Tail snaps around her sounding like a whip.

Tishina: Please let me go, please.

Heran: No you will be mine and do anything I ask of you, do you understand?

Tishina: Please your tail, its touching my breasts, please stop.

Heran: I will flick my tail over your nipples until you are wet with desire. Look my sweet how hard and firm they are getting. Are you moist here where I am touching you?

Tishina: No please I have never had anyone touch me like this. Take your hands away from under my skirts.

Heran: Then I will be your first, and that is why you were sent to me.

Sound: Kisses and him licking over her lips

Tishina: Stop your tongue looks and feels like a snake’s, so forked and long… you will choke me with it.

Heran: Don’t struggle my lovely, for tonight you will see and feel things you never imagined.

Tishina: It feels good but I am saving myself for Lochlain, please.

Heran: Do not address me so, or you will be sorry, call me Master Heran:

Sounds: Silk skirts and rustles of satin

Heran: You shall visit my castle and take residence here.

Tishina: No I must go back,

Sounds: Thud of him hitting the ground and a heavy door opening.


Scene three: Perone

Elven servant: long white hair, very slender, dressed in black, and piercing blue eyes. Directs Heran to a freshly made room for this occassion.

Heran: carries Tishina into his castle while she struggles and calls out.

Tishina: Please I must return to my people they are expecting me.

Heran: Aggressive …undresses her, using both his tail and lips to arouse her body.

Tishina: Stops struggling, as he arouses her to the point of choosing the wrong path.

Sounds: Wet kisses and material ripping from her body

Heran: You will be my slave and give yourself to me freely, be at my beck and call day and night.

Tishina: At the point of no return, where passion clouds her better judgement Tishina writhes on the bed and agrees to his offer.

Heran: You must tell me before I touch you any further.

Heran: Steps back and leaves her nude upon the silk sheets, panting for release.

Tishina: Yes, please I will be yours.

Sounds: A loud climax from Tishina, Heran granting her wish.

Heran: Grabs her by the waist and carries her out of the castle to find her way back into the forest, nude and scrambling to be free of him, as he flies overhead watching in amusement.

[Stormbringer]

Very nice

[mozenwrathe]

OOC Note:
yes, this post is entirely in character. be warned, bitterness and bloodshed may be found within it.

IC:

The Villain Apparent - And Chose The Wrong Route
(excerpted from a longer "interview" of sorts with Prydain Mozenwrathe)

Have I ever made the wrong choice? The one that society frowns on more than celebrates? That decision that harms the greater good of a city instead of doing what was proper and expected of me? That would be the same as asking me if I had ever eaten a cake baked by a dwarf, or been asked to lift up a hay bale on a farm. Everyone in their lifetime will end up doing something selfish that isn't accepted by the greater powers that rule this society. After all, strength is everything - except where it's not, of course. There are rules to limit what you are allowed to do with your power. Rules that keep those on top of the food chain sitting pretty. Rules that ensure justice is a word only those whom are blessed with allies and chosen by the gods are allowed to even dream of.

Everyone else, as you may have already figured out, can go and eat the offal from the stables of the local noble. Especially if said noble demands maidenheads and tributes on a regular basis. It's just the way the world works, and we all should be very thankful to our beloved Nobility that we are given such a wonderful place to live in. Those whom are not satisfied are encouraged to offer up their necks to the local authorities so they may be re-educated. OF course, that's just the twin cities here. I can't exactly talk freely about anywhere else at the moment, now can I?

Now then, back on the topic of bad decisions. I would say killing a slave master would go under that. After all, they were just taking advantage of one of their pleasure slaves - a torian I think it was. Right there in public, on the table I was going to actually have dinner on. Those around were cheering him on, wanting to know how many mehrials it would cost for each of them to have a turn. The young man underneath the human was mewling and screeching in anguish, nails clawing at the wood of the table for dear life. It was when the slave owner spit in his face and called the worked over flesh toy "a worthless lump of bison meat" that I chose to do something about it. First off, -never- compare living beings to food in such a callous fashion in a restaurant. It will put people off their meals. Secondly, all slaves have worth, even if the Master or Mistress refuses to acknowledge it. Most importantly, don't try making yourself look all educated and rich with iron pyrite jewelery with hematite stones. Real workers of gemstone and metal will recognize it at a distance.

Of course, I pushed my way to the front, angering a few of those in attendance. One of them thought to shove me, as he was a barbarian of good size and strength. I let him, thinking I could still make my way to the front without much fuss or drama. The man then raised his hand to strike me across the face, given that he believed he was much better than others. I suppose that letting him beat me across the jaw was a bad idea, for he went for another swing. Now there were -two- shows for people to watch, as the man - though a little shorter than I was - had plenty of muscle to him. His fist to my chest made me cough up blood and threw me backwards into another table. Money started being called out: people were betting on whether they'd see two rapes for the price of one that evening. One of the barbarian's clan mates came up from behind me, pinning my arms with a vice-like grip. Things were looking pretty bad for me at the time, with so many crowding around the three of us.

Then I surrendered to the hatred within me, forgetting my so-called "spiritual heritage" and kicked the first barbarian in the groin. That got me slammed face first onto the table, breaking a plate with my forehead. My grunt of pain was ignored by the roaring cheers of the group, calling out for blood and my being taken up the ass by the two barbarians. Very few had bet on me to give much resistance, if any. My head was slammed into the table twice more, causing blood to fill my vision. All I could think of was to escape, so I drove my heel into the man's foot. That squelching sound filled my ears with joy, and the screams from the slave were joined by the shrieks of the man who had been holding my arms. By this time, the first barbarian had gotten up, but I was ready for this. Taking a spoon from the table that had my blood smeared on it, I charged the first barbarian and rammed it into his eye.

Let's just say he didn't see that coming... and he didn't see anything after that, either.

Turning, the other barbarian was shocked by my actions. He was even more stunned when I ripped off the first barbarian's leather satchel of coins and mashed him in the face with it. There's an old saying that you can't take your riches with you. Lies, lies, lies. The second barbarian looked quite happy to choke on the mehrials I rammed down into his throat. Sure, I was cut badly and my arms were far more bruised and twisted than I gave credit for. Still, I wasn't quite done with the bar yet. After all, once you start sipping on bloodshed, it is hard not to drink until you get your fill. Kicking the second barbarian in the ribs, I grabbed his dagger and turned around once again. It seemed that the slave owner had been put off by the noise in the background, and was about to demand the fight be brought outside.

The arrogant smirk on the man's face decided my next course of action. I threw the dagger at the man, fully expecting him to dodge it. Instead, he threw his slave in the way to "accept my gift" on his behalf. The torian was fortunate, as the twirling blade caught him face first with the hilt, only battering his right eye. Weeping even more, the broken slave fell to the floor. His master's seed was pouring out from his ass, and his battered face hidden with his hands. I actually felt bad at that time, for all I had done was add injury to injury. And by now, I had a splitting headache. The slave owner tried to summon the city guard, but they were far and away. Walking up to the man, I grabbed him up by the throat and chokeslammed him into the oak table. Repeatedly. Until I heard something snap... which were the legs of the table giving way. Snatching up the man's money satchel, I turned to look at the crowd that was now all eyeing me with fear and suspicion.

"This man owed me one hundred mehrial for smithing work! He refused to pay as I was an outsider and he believed he could do whatever he wanted. So do as you wish with him, for he is an oathbreaker. The two over there... obviously are weak. My tribe has warred with theirs for years, neither gaining true ground. I have no need of their kind. Their necks are bare and their bodies are warm, so you all may find yourselves some profit out of them when they are brought back."

Then I dropped about ten mehrial on the ground in front of the raped little torian male, instructing him to find himself a healer and then come back for whatever was left of his master. After that, I left the tavern without looking back. When I think back to that night, I remember waking up in the morning, both shoulders aching as if I had been stabbed. My face was swollen and my stomach was bruised horribly. Yet I didn't remember being struck in the abdomen even once. When I went to see a healer at the Grove of Gaea, I found out all of my ribs had been cracked. Apparently those two barbarians were far more powerful than I had given them credit for. As well, the healer and her head druid kept me there to tend to other wounds I had somehow gained from the brief tussle.

The worst part about that night? I forgot to pay for my meal. Even if I never really had a chance to eat it, that is just bad etiquette.

[Augustus]

Wow.. great job. I have to say ,i love the stories.. and i think this is the first skit ive seen? Awesome!
My post will follow shortly.

[Tehya]

Thanks Augustus, everyone has done such a good job these challenges are becoming better each week.