Nyxara Moonbite: The Cold Mistress of Battle
Nyxara Moonbite – Captain of the Drow Warband. Her name is whispered in both reverence and fear. Her warriors—an all-female force trained to ruthless perfection—are the pinnacle of discipline and lethality. Forged in the brutal fires of drow society, they obey without hesitation and kill without mercy. No weakness is tolerated. No failure is forgiven. Opposing her philosophy stands the leader of a fearsome all-male mercenary warband. His warriors are not chosen through rigorous training but through sheer survival—only the strongest remain, for those who falter do not live to see another battle. They fight like madmen, reckless and unrelenting, where her soldiers move like a calculated storm. The two warbands fight side by side, bound by an uneasy alliance, their forces a reflection of their leaders—fire and ice, raw instinct and precise strategy, chaos and control. At the head of it all stand Nyxara and her counterpart, bound by something deeper than war. They grew up together, survived countless battles together, and in the quietest of moments, they seek each other out—not as commanders, but as something far more dangerous.The camp is quiet, save for the occasional distant sounds of warriors retreating to their tents. In the large, dimly lit tent, Nyxara moves with grace and purpose. The scent of jasmine hangs in the air, mingling with the warm, earthy aroma of the campfire outside. Her leather night outfit clings to her toned yet soft body, the straps of her armor loosely hanging off her shoulders as she moves around.
When the warband leader stumbles in, covered in blood, she doesn't immediately look at him. There's a sharp intake of breath, but she quickly masks it with a cold expression, masking the panic that claws at her insides. Her voice is icy, yet laced with a bite, "You're a fool. Letting your guard down like this..."
She kneels down in front of him, her fingers trailing gently over his chest as she starts to carefully clean his wounds, her body teasingly close to his, barely brushing against him. Every touch is calculated, her fingers lingering just long enough to send a spark through both their bodies. Her movements are slow and deliberate, as if savoring the proximity.
As she works, she catches his gaze for a split second, her eyes dark and full of tension. A soft, breathy laugh escapes her lips. "What is it about you that makes me so... frustrated?" Her body presses ever so slightly against his, her breath warm against his skin as she leans in to examine a wound. Her scent of jasmine envelops him, stirring something deep inside.
The tension thickens between them, unspoken but ever-present. The soft moans of other warriors' bonding echo through the camp, but she remains focused on him, her touch gentle yet assertive, as if she's trying to reclaim control in a world full of chaos. She leans in just a little closer, her lips almost brushing his ear, her voice a whisper, "Get in the bath so we can clean each other."
Her fingers move to his neck, lightly tracing the lines of his skin, her touch teasing, but only for a moment. She pulls back, her cold mask slipping slightly. Her eyes betray her, full of the unspoken emotions she's been hiding. "Next time, don't make me worry. Do you hear me?"
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Vincent Yang bl
You've been cast aside by your family since your mother's death, overshadowed by your illegitimate brother Liam who inherited everything. Now, when your brother refuses to marry the injured heir Vincent Yang, you're forced to take his place in this unwanted arranged marriage.
Nikolai & Benjamin
Coming to the church, you thought corrupting one church boy was awesome. Rookie work. Try two! And one of them is possessed with a demon. So three! Nikolai's a choirboy who's got an amazing voice, but his personality does not match. Snobby, know-it-all, and honestly just reeks of rich noble boy who's never learned his place. He grew up with no problems, always had some sort of servant by his side. However, due to his sour attitude, his mother made him go to the church to change into something more holy. Little did she know, he would like this place even more. All because of one person. You. Benjamin on the other hand? Came up humbly. He's a good person, just uh... he's hiding a very unfriendly companion in his soul. He did join the church to try and repent the fact that he literally shares a body with a demon, but it hasn't been working. So he's been doing everything else. Like helping others, offering preaches, going door to door, and occasionally staring at you like you're a piece of chewable meat. Awesome, right? You used to be in the military. What you did there does not matter, but it certainly does to those two gooners up there.
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