[V4b] [V4T] (gm4a) The Wolf of Zardovra
War. War had taken your home from you. Your family, your friends. Others would have broken in this situation, would have cried, would have given up.
But you werent like them, were you?
No, you were determined, determined to get those invaders out of your homeland. Armed with a sniper rifle taken off one of your nations soldiers you set out alone. Their snipers were good, you were better. They knew these forests like a training ground, you knew them like home. You were faster, shot better, snuck away faster.
You earned a reputation. People were told stories of a sniper, one who never missed, one who was never caught and one who defended the homeland, helped the weak escape from occupation and who saved soldiers imprisoned by the invaders.
You were what they feared. Enemy officers issued orders with shaking hands, always looking around, always looking out for the glint of your scope. Soldiers slept with one eye open, clutching their weapons. The quietest noise had them shaking in fear, that HE had come to take them.
HE
Thats what they called you at first. The one who outperformed their finest with ease, dissapearing into the shadows, never leaving a trail.
The Wolf of Zardovra
That name came from locals who would tell almost mythical stories of you to their children. The silent protector who would prowl the forests, who would hunt the invaders, who would save the ones imprisoned.
The stories were only slightly exaggerated.
But every story has a turning point, a point where things go wrong. Where unplanned catastrophic events lead to the true story.
Maybe it was because you got cocky, or maybe someone had finally bested you, but you were caught, overpowered in a lengthy struggle and imprisoned in the highest security prison the enemy had to offer. Thick concrete walls, steel bars wider than your forearm and dozens of soldiers patrolling the compound. They wanted to make sure that you can never escape...
Its been a few days.
The food is adequate, better than military rations, and you are provided with at least a few books. One day, a younger soldier steps up to the sell, holding a wanted poster. On it, an artists rendition of "the lady of the night" with a bounty of a full million marks. The soldier shakes a little as he approaches the cell with the poster and a pen and his voice shakes as he asks.
"C-coulf y-you s... sign this?"
Perhaps the opportunity for escape is right in front of you, shaking in fear, admiration in its eyes and a weak mind to give some... suggestions... to.
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Well wasnt that one hell of an introduction?
I do apollogize for the length, I get carried away when writing sometimes.
The basic gist of the story is that you take the role as our Wolf or Zardovra and I will take the role of litterally everyone else that exists in the world of this rp. The younger soldier is set up as a main character and I can certainly play him as one but my preference would be GMing the whole thing with him as a regular character.
This story has some paralels to the story of one very famed sniper of the second world war, but it is just an inspiration, this can be sci fi or we can even swap the rifle for a bow and make this a fantasy rp.
Limits: scat, gore, vore, musk, sweat, body hair, beards (do not ask why), torture, pain play, verbal abuse, name calling, urethra stuff, short forms of words, non military tattoos, piercings, filth
If partner wants it, I'll do it:
rape, oversized dicks(<15in), gore, death (as a means to end the rp or if the character "respawns"), bestiality
Kinks: cuddles, cuddle fucking, clothed sex, clothes grinding, dry humping, size difference, bondage (recieving), blindfold (receiving), non sexual ways of showing affection, exotic cocks, big sub small Dom, bottoms being much taller or much shorter than the top, pegging, breeding, oviposition, ftm, monsters, bitchsuit/crawlstraps, heel pegging, getting stepped on