a ghost in the darkness.
It is time.
The invitations have been sent, the preparations have been made, his “autumn goddess” has been dressed and cleaned. He has been assertive in his plans, leaving not a single task unchecked on his list. Gleaming red apples lay bright and glistening on the branches of the deciduous fruit trees to the left. Several small streams run with clear cold crystal water to sate parched lips. They will need the substances to get through this festival. Although he can not control the weather, play with the light, or control the sound around them… He will let them decide their conditions. Their magic will run freely here, encouraged. For now the soft gentle chirping of crickets and the bubbling brook is the only music needed, soon to be drowned out by their merry-making.
They begin to arrive and he wait’s by the border with his beloved blue bird, gently caressing her neck as he greets them, ever the gracious host. There is a point when there are enough bodies assembled that he heads towards the caverns, leaving others to welcome the stragglers. This party will last for days anyways, they will all have a chance to experience the senses.
He heads to the cave where they had been keeping her. She lays crumpled against stone, her wings tightly bound in thin thorny branches thanks to Thana, wrapped like barbed wire. He had meticulously cleaned her, placing autumn blossoms and red and gold leaves throughout her raven locks and tail. Crowning her forehead with a bouquet of burnt orange mums wrapped with rosemary and sage. She is ready. He is ready.
Small circlets of thorns wrap around her hocks to keep her from escaping far. Making it painful for her to walk but she follows him willingly, knowing there is no point in fighting. Not now. He does not need to lead her by force, although he had thought of wrapping more vines about her neck. It’s better this way, to have them think she is a willing participant. As if she had volunteered for this great honor. The ghostly Bacchus walks to the center of the forest to greet his guests.
”Welcome!” His voice booms through the dimly lit forest, the golden foliage above him framing his wraith like figure. Red eyes scan them all, pleased with the turn out. ”Welcome to Sylva’s Annual Autumn Festival!” Some cheering and calls are expected and he waits patiently to continue. ”A feast for the senses, where all your wildest dreams can come true. Anything you desire…” And here he gestures to the mare behind him who wearily comes to stand by his side. His muzzle runs across a russet shoulder, inhaling her briny scent deeply before he finishes. ”Will be yours.”
Tantalize’s head is raised defiantly, her golden eyes focused past the crowd into the shadows beyond. Her lips are pressed firmly together, muscles clenched and taunt beneath her dappled hide. A big cat in captivity, caged for his amusement. She refuses to let her fear simmer to the surface, instead remaining stoic and silent. As indifferent as she can be as her heart frantically beats against her chest.
”The rules are… There are no rules.” Laughing wickedly as he searches the faces among them. ”Take what you want, eat as much as you wish, let your magic run wild. Experience the greatest of pleasures, even those you never thought were capable.” Weaving his story vividly so that fantastic images may play in their heads. His mouth gently finds a whip of ebony tendrils against her neck, lipping them lightly. ”And of course I must introduce our guest of honor. Our beautiful Autumn Queen.” He smiles with delight even as she quivers with apprehension. ”Our festival goddess to begin the ceremonies.” Mischief in his eyes, a slow spreading grin on his lips. ”Who will do the honors of beginning our festivities? Who will experience the pleasures of our Queen?” He asks the crowd, stepping back to allow anyone to come forward. To touch and taste her as much as they like.
She is completely still, dread crawling through her veins. A hunted look in the depths of gold as her pulse quickens, as her worst nightmare comes to light. His cruelty knew no ends, knowing exactly what would break her utterly and completely. There is no reason to look at him, to plead. He is her brother, she knows better than anyone that he does not care.
The invitations have been sent, the preparations have been made, his “autumn goddess” has been dressed and cleaned. He has been assertive in his plans, leaving not a single task unchecked on his list. Gleaming red apples lay bright and glistening on the branches of the deciduous fruit trees to the left. Several small streams run with clear cold crystal water to sate parched lips. They will need the substances to get through this festival. Although he can not control the weather, play with the light, or control the sound around them… He will let them decide their conditions. Their magic will run freely here, encouraged. For now the soft gentle chirping of crickets and the bubbling brook is the only music needed, soon to be drowned out by their merry-making.
They begin to arrive and he wait’s by the border with his beloved blue bird, gently caressing her neck as he greets them, ever the gracious host. There is a point when there are enough bodies assembled that he heads towards the caverns, leaving others to welcome the stragglers. This party will last for days anyways, they will all have a chance to experience the senses.
He heads to the cave where they had been keeping her. She lays crumpled against stone, her wings tightly bound in thin thorny branches thanks to Thana, wrapped like barbed wire. He had meticulously cleaned her, placing autumn blossoms and red and gold leaves throughout her raven locks and tail. Crowning her forehead with a bouquet of burnt orange mums wrapped with rosemary and sage. She is ready. He is ready.
Small circlets of thorns wrap around her hocks to keep her from escaping far. Making it painful for her to walk but she follows him willingly, knowing there is no point in fighting. Not now. He does not need to lead her by force, although he had thought of wrapping more vines about her neck. It’s better this way, to have them think she is a willing participant. As if she had volunteered for this great honor. The ghostly Bacchus walks to the center of the forest to greet his guests.
”Welcome!” His voice booms through the dimly lit forest, the golden foliage above him framing his wraith like figure. Red eyes scan them all, pleased with the turn out. ”Welcome to Sylva’s Annual Autumn Festival!” Some cheering and calls are expected and he waits patiently to continue. ”A feast for the senses, where all your wildest dreams can come true. Anything you desire…” And here he gestures to the mare behind him who wearily comes to stand by his side. His muzzle runs across a russet shoulder, inhaling her briny scent deeply before he finishes. ”Will be yours.”
Tantalize’s head is raised defiantly, her golden eyes focused past the crowd into the shadows beyond. Her lips are pressed firmly together, muscles clenched and taunt beneath her dappled hide. A big cat in captivity, caged for his amusement. She refuses to let her fear simmer to the surface, instead remaining stoic and silent. As indifferent as she can be as her heart frantically beats against her chest.
”The rules are… There are no rules.” Laughing wickedly as he searches the faces among them. ”Take what you want, eat as much as you wish, let your magic run wild. Experience the greatest of pleasures, even those you never thought were capable.” Weaving his story vividly so that fantastic images may play in their heads. His mouth gently finds a whip of ebony tendrils against her neck, lipping them lightly. ”And of course I must introduce our guest of honor. Our beautiful Autumn Queen.” He smiles with delight even as she quivers with apprehension. ”Our festival goddess to begin the ceremonies.” Mischief in his eyes, a slow spreading grin on his lips. ”Who will do the honors of beginning our festivities? Who will experience the pleasures of our Queen?” He asks the crowd, stepping back to allow anyone to come forward. To touch and taste her as much as they like.
She is completely still, dread crawling through her veins. A hunted look in the depths of gold as her pulse quickens, as her worst nightmare comes to light. His cruelty knew no ends, knowing exactly what would break her utterly and completely. There is no reason to look at him, to plead. He is her brother, she knows better than anyone that he does not care.
Gryffen
Welcome to Sylva’s Autumn "Festival". Decided to start early to give everyone more time to party =D
Here’s what you can expect: Debauchery, sex, gluttony, a true pleasure of the senses. ANYTHING GOES. No age limit for your characters, you can get as crazy as you want. It’s encouraged. Magic is expected to be used for good or bad so if you do not want magic used on your character please add a disclaimer on your posts. Same for anything like rape. You may post here in this thread or continue in private threads. Just remember… ANYTHING GOES. THE WILDER, THE BETTER. If you would like Gryffen to be involved in your party shenanigans, either tag him or PM me.
HAVE FUN SEX KITTENS!