⼠What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?//The worst, other than being in the the Naruto fandom on Gaia online when I was 12? *shivered in disgust* all the substitutions... and sharengans. I would say it would have to be the big blowout with a certain someone I shipped with. Its complicated and I donât want to speak about it in the public eye.
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âAhhh⌠Now ainât that a pickle of a tale? I mean, Iâve sorta answered it before, when I told yâall about my very first deal, and about what I was like when I first began, but how did I begin?Â
Much like yâall canât recall what itâs like inside your mothers womb, or in the very first breaths of your infancy, I struggle to recall my first memories. I know what I looked like, and how I behaved- its really more an embarrassment, how beastly I was, back then, but the world was new and so was I.
Ainât anyone but me alive to remember it now, anywho.Â
When I first crawled out the river, new and hungry, I was not alone. The Serpentine, see, has been a river full of magic for a time longer than time itself. It ainât ever had a point where it ainât been flowinâ strong and flowinâ full, and plenty things like me crawled out of it. All different sizes, all different shapes. Some had callinâs, like me, and some didnât.
Demons, despite that, ainât all different. We call each other kin- though the bonds of that kinship ainât exactly strong- and we most all have the same roots. Magic is in our blood, and itâs in our spirits too- most demons will originate from a place of great power, and return to that place every time they need to heal. âCourse, gettinâ a whole load of demons returninâ to one place isnât wise, and Iâve had more than a few of my so-called brothers and sisters challenginâ me to my kingship over the years. I suspect a few return to my river when Iâm not there, but they ainât dumb enough to stay. They know that if I were to catch them there, thatâd be the end.
I knew from the very beginninâ I was the River King. The river sung to me. It sung to all of us, see, and we sung back. Young demons bubble with power, see, and the first moments of our lives we spend it testinâ our limits. Mostly this means rippinâ apart our kin to establish ourselves.
Now, yâall know I ainât no minor demon. Iâm a major player in the world of⌠Shall we say, suggestive merchantinâ and then the claiminâ of debts, pârhaps the only player who matters. It didnât take long for my kin to begin avoidinâ me, and for me to stay on the river for a longer time than the others did. Those that survived the first stages of their lives went off to hunt humans, the true callinâ of a demon.Â
I took a little time to get used to the ravenous hunger inside me that threatened to tear me apart. It didnât seem like any of my brothers and sisters had suffered this- and those that remained in the Serpentine with me seemed content to prowl along it, huntinâ travelers, and neatly avoidinâ me.
I was slow discoverinâ my limits and powers. Many of my kin had returned to the river more than once in the time that I had still been there- I heard them whisperinâ. Still, the river sung to us, and to me more specifically, for around this time I began to grasp the true destiny I had cominâ to me. The people of the Serpentine arrived, and the deals began.
My kin were makinâ deals too. If yâall have spent much time around me, you know I canât abide anyone takinâ what I consider mine. Did they make a deal with the Serpentine people? Of course not! Were they takinâ what was my tribute? Yes.
After a time, and more than a few nasty incidents where I caught others stealinâ, I noticed they werenât so much eatinâ the tributes as takinâ them away. Now, yâall will come to the same conclusion I did- takinâ them away to what? What use do demons have to keepinâ humans alive? I certainly still ainât got no use, and especially not then.
My shadowinâ of these demons led me to be standinâ at the mouth of a cave, right near the source of the Serpentine. The magic was strong there, so strong new demons were steppinâ out even as I swam past. Magic was a significant smell that hung in there, like a well-to-do lady had sprayed some mighty strange perfume all around.
And inside the cave, starinâ up at me, were a great many demons. All small ones, wide eyed and unbelievinâ and stupid. Sharp teeth and big bellies but no sense of self. Not like the one I was slowly developinâ.
âWhat the hell is all this?â I croaked, my voice hardly as smooth as it is now. Back then it was a struggle to speak, and Iâd been speakinâ to humans all day. Back then Iâd need a rest, but now I can do it without restinâ for days.
And then she stepped forward, as close as I come to a nemesis of my early days. Human shaped already, but undoubtedly a demon, with huge batlike wings and sharp claws. Her mouth was crowded with fangs, so many that around her lips dotted blood where her own fangs caught her flesh. Her proportions were wrong, too- human shaped, yes, but ainât no human with arms reachinâ their knees and ears taller than her head. Ainât no human with antler-like horns, neither.
âWhy, brother, finally youâre here,â she crooned, and her voice was more used to speakinâ than mine. âI wondered when you would arrive. Iâve been waiting for you to join our operation.â
âOperation?â I echoed, lowly. What the hell kind of operation were they rigginâ, on my river?
âIndeed. Youâve got a good set up here, River King- I believe that is the title the river conferred to you? And, well, we want to join in. We have been joining in.â
Her smile, highlighted with black blood, was hardly trustworthy. She spoke my name like it was a joke, somethinâ to be laughed at and spat, and somethinâ that she would tolerate for as long as it took the river to name her queen.I wondered, suddenly, what her true title was. Was she not obeyinâ the rivers song? Was she followinâ her own path?
A demon is not meant to disobey that purpose it was born with. I certainly havenât.
The water dripped from the beginnings of stalactites from the ceiling, as I narrowed my eyes and regarded her. I looked around the cavern- humans, of all shapes and size, alive, pleadinâ for mercy. None of them had made deals. All of them had strayed on the wrong path of the river, and paid for it. I didnât feel sad- I felt angry that these demons had thought this was the way to get in on my good side.
âWell, that ainât how it floats,â I began, more shakily than I anticipated. âThat ainât what I want. And it ainât what youâre gonna get.â
I saw her face twist in irritation.
âBut brother, weâre kin. Weâre brother and sister, meant to be ruling together. Meant to be hunting together. You are the strongest here, by far, canât you see that? Work together, and weâll have even more. Even more than the feast here already.â
Her words were like poison, trash on my ears that I could barely stand to comprehend, let alone consider. The river would run dry the day I would let someone like this rule with me. And, to be true, did she even intend half the things she said?
âI think you lie,â I replied tartly, barinâ my teeth. âI think you ainât got anythinâ like partnership in mind.â
âNo,â I continued heavily. âThereâs only one king on this river, and only one demon here. Yâall best consider runninâ, and be wary I donât catch you again.âI stood up on my hind legs, tall. Enormous, far bigger than any of the minor demons here. A few ran, and then a few more, bolstered by their kins cowardice to defy the queen beside them.
Her face contorted with rage and she looked me up and down, sizinâ me up, obviously.
Now demons ainât noble. I would consider myself a gentleman, but I certainly ainât noble or honourable. That distinction comes with the manner of the trade- ainât anyone lurinâ folks into traps that still calls themselves honourable.Hence, why I anticipated the sucker punch from her. The quick dart of the claws to my face, and hence why I was able to twitch my face away and grab her arm in my jaws, hard.
She flailed wildly, and still more of her minor demons fled. Claws scraped down my face, and I let go, shakinâ my head rapidly. We attacked again, her wings spreadinâ to let her leap gracefully onto my back, and my movements rapid to press her against the damp wall of the cave, crushinâ her between my spine and the hard rock.
She screeched, shoutinâ for someone, any of them, to help her, to bring me down. But demons are cowards- or at least, the small ones are. Not too stupid, for minor demons, although I would still take great pleasure in removinâ them from the river when I caught them in the future.
She wiggled away, dragginâ her ruined legs behind her as she tried to crawl away from me. And then I struck with finality.Â
Demon flesh tastes... odd. It ainât like human flesh, and it certainly ainât like anythinâ else that ainât born of magic. Itâs magical in the way that Void creatures ainât. I guess to me, it tastes like eatinâ somethinâ ridiculously healthy would to a human.Make no mistakes, we ainât got the qualms about cannibalism what you folks have. Each siblinâ consumed makes us stronger.Â
And she was worth a lot. So I can say with certainty, that my early days werenât just learninâ and preyinâ on humans- it was establishinâ myself as a king amongst demons, as a demon that younger ones of my kin should be worried about.
That cave, though, now that I think of it, made a good storage space. Iâd almost forgotten about it- thereâs probably a few of my treasures stored away. I mean, after I promised the people inside freedom for a price, I used it as a hoard.
Iâll have a look, later. I wonder what Iâll find?
Dear Nautilus, I very much admire you. You have a very nice Anchor. I'm very much looking forward to fighting along side you. Perhaps we could train together sometime or perhaps just meet up. Sincerely, Korra.
the mailman scurried off after reading the small letter, a deep chuckle coming from Nautilus as he thought in the contents. He would not mind meeting the Little One again, tho he did not know how to get into contact with her.
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Is your mind as sharp as your axe? If so your enemies should be terrified.
The brute managed a quiet chuckle, lips curling in a manner not quite reaching his ears. It seemed someone else wished to pay the general a compliment. Not that he would complain.
âEnemies far and wide know of my power. It is no surprise that a strangers would take notice, as well. Tell me, what brings you here, hmm?â
Darius appeared much more talkative than usual, but breaking the ice by stroking his ego would free that side of him.