Tales of Somneria - Episode 5-2: Slaver's SnareTales of Somneria
The door opened, and in walked a feminine figure, an even more feminine form cradled limply in her arms. The black-haired woman in quilted armor, hair a messy ponytail, sauntered somewhat lustily towards her cot in the Estate, located in her private quarters. In her arms was her prize, and she had been allowed by her employer, the Young King, a brief moment of indulgence with the object of her admiration - Song, the Kitsune thief.
Her name was Tricia - her blonde twin sister, Alina, and her were mercenaries, currently under the employ of the master kidnapper. Tricia was by far the more enthusiastic worker, of course. After all, “do what you love,” right? And if there was one thing she loved, it was the domination of women - particularly such lovely women as the Young King always picked - into meek and mewling submission. Perhaps it was because she herself had never been beautiful, just
Tales of Somneria - Episode 5-1: On the RoadTales of Somneria
On the Road
The town of Devrin, small and unnoteworthy save its relative proximity to the Nenib Desert - and by extension, the Denin Empire - was a quiet place. The tavern there, the Soursand Inn, was also quiet. It was rare for any commotion of any sort to occur there, and it was just far enough away from any major trade routes to even make the arrival of adventurers a sparse occurrence.
That was not the case this day, however, as the dusty, unkempt wooden doors of the Soursand opened. In stepped a figure that would’ve turned eyes in even the most populace and diverse of cities, let alone this isolated little town. As it was, there were only two pairs of eyes to turn as the womanly figure stepped in.
She was tall, over six feet and nearing another half. A very good portion of that was legs, her willowy limbs moving her forward with confident strides. She wore a fascinating garb - teal in coloration, composed o
Tales of Somneria - Episode 4-1: Cult of the NightTales of Somneria
Cult of the Night
It had been about two days since the four young women had left the empire of Meji behind them, running off into the night as fugitives. After Song had calmed down, the trio could tell she would do them no harm. Releasing her from her bindings, the four of them stole into the night, Song trading her sobbing for a stunned silence, eyes staring at nothing in particular.
The next day, after a good night’s rest, Song had recovered somewhat. She spoke a little at breakfast, and managed to thank Fiona - and then the other two - for rescuing her. Fiona said not to worry about it, that it was the least she could do for her, but Mercy voiced her annoyance at the fact. This led to a slightly heated fight between Fiona and Mercy, but ended as soon as it began as Mercy gave up the point as moot at this point. Lunaria said nothing, and Song did not know how she felt about that.
Yandere-chan: Hunter-Hunted part 1 The tolling of the bells heralded the lunch break at Akademi High. Without much fanfare, the students pull chairs and desks together in their classes for a group meal, take their bento and lunch boxes to their favorite spots, or found other ways to occupy time. One hour. That was how much time the students had, more than enough time for one particular student to pull of what she needed to do. She slipped out of her desk and made her way downstairs to the fountain, making sure that the mask of normalcy which hid the unhinged reality of her deviance was in place. Ayano Ayashi smiled simply as she made her way down the halls, nodding at the people she recognized. Outwardly, nothing made Yan-chan stand out from the other girls in school. Her body was wrapped in the school’s white sailor uniform with red tie, dark blue collars, and a dark blue pleated skirt which barely covered her knees. Amidst the low humming of school activity, the padding of her black sh