Pharonix's Writing Corner, Current Work: Relgea Chronicle-Lore Options

[Pharonix]

And with the end of the 2nd R3 Writing Competition, comes a new update.

Feral won first place in the competition so I figured it would be best to share it.

-WARNING! Contains Themes of an Adult Nature.-

[Show/Hide] Feral - A Second-Person Narrative
-Contains Adult Themes-

Feral - A Second-Person Narrative
By: Pharonix

Your eyes crack open in the middle of the night. As you roll over on your side to look at your clock which dimly displays 01:45am, you feel a warmth on your chest. You crawl out of bed make your way to the bathroom in your small one bedroom apartment. The rent was cheap so you were glad to jump on an almost too-good-to-be-true deal. As you enter your bathroom and turn on the light, your eyes widen in terror at the blood dripping from your chest. With the amount of blood there, there was no way in Hell it could be yours. You had a feeling that if it were, you wouldn't be standing here.
You turn around and look into your bedroom, there's a protrusion next to where you were sleeping. You walk into the room and approach the bulge. As you pull back the covers, the room was filled with the smell of blood as you uncover a bloodstained corpse. The smell fills your nostrils, causing your hands shake as your mind goes blank. The feeling you got was not out of fear but to you, it feels more like the signs of withdrawal. But withdrawal from what?
You turn on the light to further examine the corpse. It was a young woman; she was probably in her early to mid twenties. Even with the blood, you could tell that she was once beautiful. Her hair was long and black and her eyes were a mesmerizing silver-blue. No matter how hard you thought, you just couldn’t remember who she was, or why she was laying in your bed. For a moment, you thought you might have had sex with her, but with her mangled body, there was no way that was possible. The other proof to this, were the clothes she was still wearing.
You felt that you had to examine the body. To avoid further harm to the body, you pulled a pair of scissors from your dresser and began the process of cutting her shirt through the middle. The task was easier than expected thanks to the several slices across the front. When you finished cutting, you pulled each half to the side, exposing her chest.
As you examined her body, you could see several large gashes across her near-flawless skin. The cuts in her flesh were deep and covered in blood- much of which had already begun to dry. You ran your hand across her chest, feeling each and every cut, all the while trying to imagine what kind of monster could possibly do this to someone, especially someone so beautiful.
Even with the carnage done to her body, you couldn’t help but admire her beauty. You eventually found yourself sitting on the bed beside her body, completely ignoring the blood that was still there. You leaned in close to her face and found yourself lost in her unseeing eyes. Though they could no longer see the world of the living, to you, it felt like they were looking right into your soul. Just looking into those eyes was almost hypnotic for you, as you soon found yourself leaning in closer until you found yourself kissing her lips. Though the rest of her body was ice-cold, her lips were mesmerizingly warm and enticing.
Your Heart began pounding, as if it were going to burst out of your chest at any moment. Each beat in your chest left your ears ringing. Your mind was beginning to go blank as you began to obey your desires. Your hands were shaking and were soaked in sweat. You were beginning to feel...different- as if some dormant, primal instincts had begun to surface within you.
Your body was filled with lust- you wanted to sate the desires, you wanted...her, but at the same time, you didn’t’t want her. Rather, you wanted something else. You wanted...living flesh- flesh that was warm to the touch and could touch you back. You wanted someone who could feel your touch.
Your mouth began watering at the thought of living flesh. You knew you wanted to release your lust, but you didn’t’t care how. Whether or not it was consensual, you did not care. In fact, the idea of someone fighting back helplessly as you violated them began to pump blood through your veins. The excitement of the danger, the excitement of whether you would get caught or not. You wanted the risk. You pulled yourself off the stiff body below you with such force it sent you sprawling onto your back on your floor as you drifted into slumber.
When you awoke, you brought yourself to your feet as the smell of rotting flesh filled your head once more. You had almost forgotten the girl in your bed and somebody would notice the smell sooner or later. You went to your bathroom and climbed into the shower- you wanted to clean the bloodstains from your body, after all, you wanted a...successful “hunt.” You laughed to yourself at the idea of a “hunt”
When you exited the shower, you looked in the mirror. You noticed some ‘changes’ to your body, the most prominent of which were the marks on your neck. On the right side of your neck were two interlocking spiked crescents, on the left side were three black circles positioned in a triangular pattern. Then there were your eyes. They were now a deep crimson. They weren’t’t bloodshot however; instead the whites of your eyes made the red stand out more. You hurriedly clothed yourself and grabbed the few things you felt you needed, a wallet, and your keys. You weren’t’t sure when you would return to this place, or if you could even return once more.
As you stepped outside, you were blinded by the brightness of the world. The sun was visible in the sky, but today it seemed brighter than usual. Could it be the changes you were going through? Or was it something else entirely?
As you walked down the road looking for your prey, you couldn’t’t help but look at every woman that passed by. Your eyes found their way over every clothed part of their being, from their eyes, to their breasts, their thighs and even their behinds. Your head never moved, your eyes now gave you a remarkable field of vision that extended beyond human limits. And on top of that, your eyesight had increased significantly, with everything appearing closer. As women passed by, you could also smell the unique scent each one gave off, even through the perfume, and it didn’t’t matter what side of the street they were on, you smelled everything.
After about an hour of walking, a feeling of fatigue began to overcome you. It was the sun beating down upon you. In addition to your newfound weakness to sunlight, it also began to drain you of all your energy. Needing to recover your strength, you ducked into an alley and took a seat out of the path of sunlight. Your head was feeling hot, and your palms were sweating once more. Obviously, it wasn't just the sun you were sensitive to, but heat as well, and it felt like you were in an oven.
You leaned your head against the one of the buildings forming the alley. The grey, stone bricks forming the foundation of the building felt cool to the touch, a benefit from being out of the way of light. The damp coolness was relaxing and you found yourself drifting into sleep once more. When you awoke, the sun had set a while ago, you had been asleep for several hours, and nobody seemed to notice you there.
You stood up and stretched your back and set out once more on your 'hunt.' Despite it being a cool, summer night, there was a deficit of people out and about. This wasn't too much of a disappointment to you as it meant there would be less of a chance for you to be caught, but at the same time, you wanted the challenge, you wanted the risk of being caught to be present, but it couldn't be helped.
After a while, you came across a young girl with long brown hair. She seemed to be struggling with her last-minute shopping and you decided to give her a hand. At first she was reluctant to accept your help, but after a somewhat convincing story, she decided you weren't as bad as she thought.
Her house was a good fifteen minute walk from where you met her. The entire walk, you listened to her talk about how she was from out of town and didn't really know anybody in the area- perfect prey in your eyes. Her name was Mia, a twenty-three year old, and she was studying Psychological Disorders at the local college. While listening to her story, you found it funny how you ended up carrying every single one of her bags, except for her purse.
When you arrived at the building she was staying in, you noticed it was a large apartment complex. While you waited for her to let you in, you began wondering how you would get out, but you didn't care, getting in was your objective. Her apartment was on the top floor, and unfortunately, the complex' elevator was out of service, but you didn't mind the exercise. It took another five minutes to make it up the stairs to her room. And once outside Mia thanked you for your help and offered you a drink as thanks. You accepted her hospitality with a smile.
The moment she opened the door, you shoved her inside and locked the door behind you, groceries were thrown all over the room as you forced your way in. The girl had fallen over the couch in the middle of the room and had sprained her ankle. She begged for you to let her go as you forced your way on top of her.
There was the sound of clothing tearing as you ripped her shirt off, revealing her bra. You next tore off the skirt she was wearing, revealing the second half of her set of underwear, which was a pure, untainted white. The girl let out a scream, prompting you to smack her. You told her if she yelled you would kill her. You said this with a smile o your face. With tears in her eyes she nodded in submission. To prevent further noise you used the shreds of her clothing as a makeshift gag.
More tears began to flow from her eyes as you tore her bra off and began to fondle her breasts. They were soft and warm to the touch. You began to laugh as you asked her if she was as soft below as she was above. You tore her panties off and smelled them. The scent of fear and sadness was enveloping and pleasant. This was when she began to fight back. So you use more shreds of clothing to bind her hands as you grabbed onto her legs as you began to violate her.
It was warm and moist and was filled with pleasure. At first it was difficult to move, until you noticed the blood. You smiled to yourself; she was a virgin, your first virgin. You laughed as you slid your fingers inside her and pulled them out, blood lightly coating your fingers. You licked the blood off; it had a sweet and salty taste as you began to violate her more. After a while, she started to loosen up as even more pleasure was bestown upon you, but it wasn't just you. From the looks of it, she had begun to feel the pleasure as well. You smiled and called her a masochistic little slut. You also called her a bitch as you flipped her on her stomach and continued violating her from behind.
She came almost at the same time as you did and you laughed at it. And told her she really was a little slut. Pure and untainted? Yeah right. You tossed her to the side, in a pool of fluids that was a mixture of sweat, semen and her own excretions. While you were here, you decided to wash off in the shower; you left the girl lying there, gasping for air and walked into her bathroom. You were quick and only rinsed yourself off.
As you exited the bathroom, the girl was standing there, naked holding a hand gun to your head. You laughed to yourself, saying she had guts. As you let out a roar and reached for the girl, she pulled the trigger, sending hot lead into your chest. You fell to your back in awe and began to laugh hysterically, forcing blood from the wound and your mouth. You were still laughing as she aimed the barrel at your head.
You laughed even harder as she pulled the trigger.
You smiled to yourself as the world faded to black.
-END

-Will Be added to main post shortly-

[Pharonix]

So anyway, I know I've been gone but....

Feral may be getting a companion story

or two

or six.


The Seven Sins Saga
Feral is essentially the embodiment of Lust.

So far two stories have working titles All Stories are Titled
Story 1: Feral - the embodiment of Lust - Finished
Story 2: Ravenous - the embodiment of Gluttony - in progress
Story 3: Poor Man's Gamble - the embodiment of Greed
Story 4: Wasting Away - the embodiment of Sloth
Story 5: Bestial Fury - the embodiment of Wrath
Story 6: Green-Eyed Demon - the embodiment of Envy
Story 7: Megalomania - the embodiment of Pride
-EDIT- Stories updated in regards to official accepted order of sins. -/EDIT-

FWI, these may not ever exist. They are solely there as an idea. These will eventually exist.
Seeing as everything I'm currently working on (not uploaded and those that are) is essentially a series / novel sized work.
I figure giving myself ideas for shorter stories is a good idea.

This post has been edited by Pharonix: Jul 28 2012, 01:04 PM

[Pharonix]

Book Covers For Se7en
For when it is complete
What do you think?

[X-M-O]

Hey, it looks great. Nice design. ^^
It's a little difficult to read the text, but just barely. Making the edges lighter on it might help. =D

[Pharonix]

I have NOT quit writing, but I have taken a small break from all my other writing works to
start on a new, longer project entitled.

RELGEA CHRONICLE

I am currently working on the Lore, and needless to say, 3 pages of lore, SOLELY on Lamia is just absurd.
Please understand that the Lore for this is NOT 100% reflective of actual myth / legend.

So first part of the Lore, The Lamia (will update as necessary)

LAMIA (also LAYMIA)
Lamia: A race of generally Half-Human, Half-Snake-like creatures. They are quite territorial, often turning on travelers who impose on their homes. Despite this, they still manage to find a mate, often ensnaring lost travelers with their voices. Although common lore dictates that the Lamia are exclusively female, with some members displaying hermaphroditic qualities, male Lamia do exist, though in low numbers.

Male Lamia: Male Lamia share qualities similar to those of their female counterparts, however, like their female counterparts, Male Lamia prefer mates outside the Lamia species. This is due to the low preference of pure-bred Lamia. Male Lamia possess a more muscular build, this is noticeable in their upper and lower bodies. Although Female Lamia often transform in order to make reproduction easier, this is not necessary for males, however, there are those who prefer to reproduce in a form that matches the mate, this not only makes the act easier, but safer for the mate, as the Lamia form can crush the female mate, thus eliminating any chance of reproduction.

Pure-bred Lamia: This off-shoot of Lamia is born when the mother and father are both Lamia. This is rare, mainly because of the transformative nature of Lamia. When a Female Lamia reproduces, the child takes the form of a Lamia, while its transformative appearance takes on the form of the father, the roles are reversed when the father is a Lamia and the mother is a human. Should the two parents be lamia, if the child is not a male child, that child is discarded. Though cruel, the child would not be able to reproduce should it be female, as offspring of two Lamia do not possess the transformative abilities of their kin.

Lamia Transformation: Lamia possess the inherit ability to take on the form of their father’s species, or their mother’s should the father be a Lamia. Because of the nature of this ability, should both parents be Lamia, this ability is not inherited as it is unnecessary.

Other Species Lamia: Mating is not just restricted to humans; there have also been reports of Lamia breeding with elves and dwarves. There have even been reports of Lamia mating with pure-animal species, since the mate in this case is a non-humanoid; the resulting offspring is a Lamia, which has the ability to transform into the form of said animal. Though if animalistic species are chosen, the preferred species remains as more reptilian species such as lizards and snakes.

Finding a Mate: As is the case for all creatures, finding a mate is the backbone of a species’ survival. A Female Lamia is often gentler when choosing a mate, often entrancing her mate with song, and sometimes dance. A Female Lamia has a tendency to prefer a species closest to its transformative state, while a Male Lamia has no preference.

Mating Versus Love: It is not unthinkable that a Lamia should fall in love. This is uncommon however and will not happen often and males never experience this emotion. Should this occur, a Female Lamia may leave her home and pursue the one she has fallen for. A Lamia possesses a sensory gland that allows them to smell a potential mate from a large distance. Since everyone has a unique scent, the Lamia is able to track someone over a large distance. This can cause the one the Lamia is following to bear arms against the Lamia, possibly in fear of their own life.

Acceptance of Love: Should the love-interest not attack the Lamia and hear her out, the Lamia is then prompted to explain her intentions. It matters not whether or not the Lamia’s love is accepted, as she will follow them for the rest of either’s life. This can cause problems for the male as many still have not accepted Lamia into their society, and thus they may be killed, even when in the company of humans or the like. Because a Lamia will follow the male no matter where, with certain exceptions, they do in fact, get jealous should the male befriend or even woo another female. Though many can control this emotion, some are unable to and are then prompted to kill, often resulting in their deaths.

Permanens Mutatio: Should the male accept the Female Lamia’s love, come time for copulation, if both sides are serious about their acceptance of the love, the Female Lamia undergoes a permanent transformation, their body becoming completely changed into that of their non-Lamia form. This is why Lamia are inherently drawn to species that are similar to said form.
------Exception A: Curse of the Snake: There are cases where a Lamia has their transformative state forcefully removed, by black magic or necromancy. Even upon regaining their transformative abilities, Permanens Mutatio will not occur unless the offender who removed the Lamia’s transformative ability is killed. Hence the name Curse, since many do not wish to take the lives of others. The number of cases due to this are very few and almost none were caused by accidents.
------Exception B: Male Lamia: Male Lamia will never undergo Permanens Mutatio, since Male Lamia do not experience love.

[Show/Hide] Words of Power

Words Of Power: Many ancient species possess the inherent ability to pass on their species’ Words of Power. This can be through the exchange of blood, or a bite, as is the case of Vampires and Werewolves. Little is known however, about how one can come into possession of the Lamia’s Words of Power, so it appears to be a uncommon occurrence. Ancient Scripture dictates that the bestowing of these words happens through several stages and only with a Female Lamia.

The first is the male the Lamia has chosen must not reject her. Acceptance of her love can be done any time, but doesn’t seem to be required.

Second, the male must build trust between species, this does not mean just individually, but it must be seen as the male’s race aiding the Lamia. The only know success of the bestowing of the words was when a male helped a Lamia regain her transformative ability- which is no small feat.

Thirdly, the Lamia embraces the male in her transformative state and gives him a kiss, where the exchange of saliva takes place. This is where the words of power are transferred. In doing so, it is written that the Lamia loses all citizenship to her clan and all other clans, becoming an outcast of her people.

The abilities bestown upon the male include the ability to become ‘serpent-like’ having their skin covered in black, reptilian scales, similar to that of a snake. The user also gains enhanced speed and strength as well as durability.. It is written that the ability cannot be activated for long periods of time. Should the Lamia have been a Lamia Priestess or Princess, the ability to wield the Lamian weapon the Serpent star, a spear-like weapon, whose blade forms a star at the end is also gained. Should the user possess a weapon with transformative abilities, they gain the ability to transform their weapon into said weapon, with the Lamia maintaining possession of the weapon.

-End of Known Lamia Lore-

This post has been edited by Pharonix: Aug 14 2012, 12:18 PM

[Pharonix]

Lore, continued

Humans: Also referred to as “Man” or “Mankind” they have a large potential for strength and possess high intelligence. They are said to be the decendents of Elves and possess many similar qualities. Unlike their more peaceful ancestors, Humans have a large capacity for war and are often controlled by their emotions. While many Humans are in fact, kind-hearted, there are also cruel and heartless humans who desire no more than complete domination or total, indiscriminate destruction.

[Pharonix]

Since the Lore will take a while,
and it is a LARGE amount of writing,
I have decided to dedicate a topic solely to Relgea Chronicle.

Link to Relgea Chronicle
-as of now dedicated to Lore and Character Bios-
http://www.rpgrevolution.com/forums/index....showtopic=57401

This post has been edited by Pharonix: Aug 15 2012, 08:27 AM

[Pharonix]

For those who may be curious as to the progress of Relgea Chronicle,
I have not given up, I decided to put Lore on hold in order to actually work ON THE BOOK. WHOO!

Okay, serious time,
In context of writing, I am currently on page 73.

[Pharonix]

Been a while since I actually wrote anything short.

All my works are longer ones.

Shinigami - episodic writings
Relgea Chronicle - Book.....Series? Book one is 118 pages written at about 5x9 size.

and my new hand-written work: DrakenGhoul - about 36 hand-written pages at about 5x9 size.

I work on DG when I go out around campus
and work on Relgea when I'm alone, though I've been spending more time on DrakenGhoul

I'll try to come up with something to post here. Sorry.