Cor Leonis

It had been a very long few weeks, but one of great joy. First off, they resolved that horrible business with that gods-awful weapons dealer. Second, they found proof that his sister yet lives, and thus can eventually be rescued from the Void. But most importantly, Rael and he have genuine talked about...Things. Important Things, of great intimacy, and with great delicacy on the older male's part at times.

One thing that they are now certain: Cor and Rael genuinely have a relationship developing in the right direction, one that the satrap is doing his best to be built for the right reasons, and in the right way. Love, trust, friendship...and more. Far more. Hence, why he's smiling very proudly at what he has prepared tonight. A simple message is sent by a servant to Rael: If you are well enough and not busy, then please meet me in my nesting chambers tonight. I believe it's time to try what we've been discussing.

Should the Warrior of Light accept his invitation, Cor will be sitting on the enormous nest, his dragon form quietly laying off to one side of it. Dressed in loose and casual clothes in the style of his dear Thavnair, yet of rich cloth at the same time, he smiles up at the Viera. "Ah, good. I'm glad you were able to make it tonight..."

There are benefits to being in an Au Ra body. For one, Cor's height in this body helps him see above most crowds. And for another, he's able to express his anger in a more visible way for those around him to see, and heed. But thankfully, he's not one to give into anger so easily these days. Desperate to find missing family, yes, but not anger.

But there's one other benefit to his current body: being able to smell other's scent just as clearly as he could in his true form. Which is why he's most curious about the shift in Rael's scent one morning as they walk thru the markets together. The Viera male suddenly smells...good. Really good.

"...are you wearing any perfume today?" Cor finally asks Rael, right as they pause in-between stalls.

OOC: A lovely little AU post where Cor is a Vampire Hunter. There's two phases to the kind of hunter he is:

A) Human!Hunter - Default setting for Cor in any kind of Vampire/Urban Supernatural AU scene. His family is his world's equivalent of the Belmont Clan, but they're not the gung-ho 'all monsters must die' types. Rather, Cor lives by his family's motto of keeping the peace between humans and Things That Go Bump In the Night. That means that he's just as likely for smacking radical hunters for going after innocent vamps as he's likely to go after the evil vamp overlord for enslaving humans and were folks alike. Definitely a Peacekeeper, albeit grumpy and just Done with everyone's shit on his bad days. Possible scenarios, though not the only ones:
1) Trying to keep his fellow Hunters from causing more trouble with their newest 'crusade' against the Supernatural
2) Investigating weird shit going on with vampires/weres/other Supernatural beings
3) Dealing with the delicate politics of the local vampire/were/fae 'court'
4) Oh No, he seems to have adopted/been adopted by some poor fledgling/werepup/baby 'monster' that he just saved
5) Oh No, he's fallen for a vampire/were/other Monster, even though Hunters aren't supposed to...!


B) Relucant!Vampire - Older!Cor, where he is reluctantly turned while trying to help a certain Chosen One fulfill a world-saving prophecy. He only joined the undead for the sake of the Greater Good, and fully intends to let himself pass away as soon as he finds someone worthy of carrying on the Leonis Clan legacy of Peacekeeper Hunters. Possible scenarios, though not the only ones:
1)No, he's not Evil - stop that, stupid new Hunter!
2) Yes, he's gonna be That Asshole and insist that you treat your 'prey' nicely.
3) ...you really want him to nibble on you?
4) He must deal with someone who is Begging to be turned by him.
5) Oh No, he's fallen for a human! But do they love him back? (Extra: And would they want his kids?)



As always, feel free to toss in your own prompts as well!

The Gardener's life the last few weeks have been...well, not quite as exciting as he hopes. Sure, there's been a few more women ensared in his precious garden, too curious for their own good. All pretty, all fertile...all too easily broken from just one or two rough breeding sessions. His seed took in them, but he already grew tired of their now-brainless pleas for more and simply let his plants play with them until their young are born, off in the back parts of his garden.

It's hard to be satisfied for most human women these days, not after having her for a broodmother. Oh, that woman of strength and power, of great fertility and electric energy... Yes, that rare woman with powers...what was her human name? Mako? Makoto? Something like that, when she finally tried to make him call her something other than 'his blossom' or 'his seed-mother'. But she had escaped after just two days together, and left him yearning for her, or another much like her, to fill the gap in his 'blossoms' of the garden.

But then he got word from his plants one evening, even as he prowled around the depths. Apparently, a woman has entered the garden. Or rather, she has returned, and all the plants are so excited to see her again. The Gardener knew exactly who it was, and began to slither towards wherever she is in that moment, hoping that she has come back to him...

[Long has Cor lived by his blade, and being forced to flee his homeland hasn't changed that one bit. He is very ashamed, however, that he ended up obeying that order to flee instead of staying behind to fight by his lord's side, as the honor code of Samurai dictates. If only they could've found a way to defeat Prince Zenos, or even delay his coming long enough to at least save Lord Kaien...!

But by the time they arrived in these strange lands, that sense of shame has faded, now that his need to defend his fellow refugees reared its head on the road. He found some small sense of purpose this way, even as these Scions help them find a new home in their realm - Mor Dhona. It feels...grounding, to know that he and his people have roofs over their heads again, beds to sleep in, food to fill their bellies...

And yet, Cor feels adrift for the first time since the Garlean invasion, all those years ago in his youth. There is no lord to serve, he has no means to craft or gather well enough to make a decent living, and he never had the patience nor skill to spy on people from the shadows. He is no shinobi, and sees no reason to become one even now. But the Scions...they always need more help from those willing to give it, especially from those who call themselves 'adventurers'...

And he owes them for taking his people in. His code of honor demands such debts to be repaid. Which is why he shocks them one day by marching up to the Rising Stones and offering up his blade in their service, freely and willingly. A quick explanation of the way of the Samurai, however, seems to set any wariness aside as they eventually accept his offer of servitude.

Which is why he's standing next to their coinkeeper, Tataru, as they all wait for a certain warrior of theirs return to this place upon Minfilia's request. He has been tested with a minor mission the prior week, and is pleased that he appears to have passed it with flying colors. But now, they seem eager to pair him up with someone he least expected to meet so very soon:

The Warrior of Light, their champion...]

KINKLIST

FAVORITE

YES

MAYBE

NO

• Aftercare
• Age Difference
• Consensual
• Biting
• Fellatio (Give and receive)
• Fingering (Any)
• Foreplay
• Gags
• Experience Difference
• Hair Pulling
• Handcuffs
• Master/Pet (leaning Master)
• Dom/Sub (leaning Dom)
• Multiple Orgasms
• Polyamory
• Cunnilingus (giving)
• Roughness
• Scratching
• Stomach Bulging
• Teasing
• Hair-petting
• Misc. Touch-related Kinks

• Anal Sex (give and receive)
• Vagina Sex (giving)
• Animal Anatomy
• Aphrodisiacs
• Blindfolds
• Bondage (Light to Heavy)
• Breast Play/Worship
• Ass Play/Worship
• Cervical Penetration
• Clit Play
• Clothed Sex
• Cum Inflation (light to heavy)
• Discipline/Reinforcement
• Double Penetration
• 3+ Penetration
• Knotting/Tying
• Barbed Cocks
• Knotted Cocks
• Exotic Cocks
• Heat/Rut
• Monsters
• Any Gender
• Any Race
• Multiple Partners
• Romance
• Sensory Deprivation
• Sex-driven
• Story-driven
• Suspension Play
• Sex Toys and/or Machines
• Tentacles

• Ahegao
• Fisting (Anal or Vaginal)
• Branding
• Dub-Consensual
• Breath Control
• Coercion/Blackmail
• Corruption
• Cuckolding
• Gangbangs
• Genital/Nipple Piercings
• Objectification
• Photography/Video-making
• Sexy/Slutty Clothing
• Stockholm/Lyma Syndrome

• Actual Abuse
• Incest
• Nonconsensual/Rape
• All The Way Through
• Vore (any level)
• Gore (any level)
• Anything involving urine or feces
• Anyone under 16-year-old in both mind and body

A more detailed kink list is found over here if you wish for more information. F-list will be updated as needed. Also, anything in the Maybe Column is open for discussion, since those are on a case-by-case basis more than anything else.

((OOC: This is just for any new and continuing threads from the TDM for the new game Noctium. Any threads already not on another's overflow post/thread will be redirected or started here. If you wish to tag him with a new thread but don't have a top-level of your own? Feel free to post that here as well!))

1 - Recovery
It has been the weirdest two weeks of Cor's life to date. Found himself suddenly somewhere that was clearly toxic, his left arm crystallizing into some living version of a purple gem (Amethyst, the doctors recently clarified), and stuck in some medical facility afterwards while his body recovers from the toxic environment...

But at least the food's decent, and the care is actually good, with a sensible amount of information being given out as well. He's still suspicious over the fact that they won't talk about this 'new god', but figuring that they just don't want to spook him and his fellow newcomers. He simply opted to use scrubs when he wasn't undergoing yet another exam, or sleeping, trying to keep a small about of decency during his stay here.

Cor is just getting a little anxious, all full of pent-up energy now that he seems to be mostly mended. He's testing out something in one of the lobbies, holding his hand out and focusing right on that hand... And in a burst of glowing, magical crystals, Kotetsu appears in his grip, just as it normally would back on Eos. He seems content with that result, and banishes it back to the Armiger with but a thought and another crystalline burst. He then looks over and realizes that someone may have been watching him - someone who may or may not have been surprised by that brief display of his small magical ability. "...sorry; was testing something out."


2 - All-Aboard~!
It was likely a good thing that the order for medical discharge came when it did; Cor never liked being suck on medical leave for any reason, and it was starting to drive him insane from doing some exam for the 300th-Six-damn-time when he really needs to get back into a training regime very soon. And by 'soon', he usually means 'yesterday'. Which is why he's back in his usual outfit, the Crownsguard fatigues, as he boards the shuttle.

The pilot was just warning everyone that there may be some 'slight' turbulence on their way to the capital when Cor spies an open seat among the group, he walks up to it and glances over to the person sitting the next seat over. "Mind if I sit here?" He inquires to that same person, trying to be as polite as he could in the moment.


3 - Wait, I'm rooming with who?
Bureaucracy is always a tedious thing to deal with, even if you're someone like Cor who is far too used to it for his own comfort. Still, he is pleased that the government does seem to be offering practical aid for him and his fellow newcomers - housing support, discount coupons for this world's communication devices, and even a stipend to help them buy essentials like food. Cor presumes that the latter is until they get a job among the native population - until, that is, he's later told about the desire for them to just focus on making Manna....

He was willing to take an apartment with the government funding, and even requested one that was 'not too expensive'. The place he eventually got seems reasonable enough - the people coming and going all seem like middle-class folks based on their clothing designs. And the neighborhood feels peaceful enough to not set off the tiny paranoid voice in the back of his head. However, when he got into the apartment specifically listed on his form, he's surprised to find another person already making themselves at home. "...I think there may have been a mix-up," he started to apologize, not yet realizing that it's a two-bedroom apartment that the government set him up in...


WILDCARD!
((OOC: See a prompt in the TDM that isn't here? Feel free to post it or make up your own in your comment below!))

((OOC: based on some of these prompts, as requested.))


Cor's normally a stoic guy who tends to give anyone new under his command a hard time. It almost feels like he's slowly grinding them down. But in truth, he tends to place high expectations on each and every new recruit, and does his best to be a decent trainer.

Mikh'tan, however, is a little different. The Miqo'te is his new apprentice - someone he focuses on more closely than his normal trainees. And the rumors have been buzzing around them for weeks. Like how Cor seems to get a little 'soft' around his apprentice when they think they're alone, or how the older man's words and actions seem to be more like that of a Dom than as a trainer.

Except this week. This week, Cor had returned from a mission...changed. After a hushed check-in with the doctor, he was quarantined inside his quarters with strict instructions to not allow anyone other than medical staff in and out of his place. And for the first three days, not even Mikka was allowed near.

Until, that is, the fourth evening, when Cor sends the following text: I'm sorry for pushing you away so long. Come over? I can explain. Inside his living room, Cor groans into the palm of his hand as he drops the phone onto the end table. He must be insane, breaking doctor's orders by inviting his apprentice over... But it's getting too much to bear alone, and he desperately needs help - the kind of help the medical team is clearly unable (or unwilling) to provide...

OOC

Threadjacking? I'm good with it, but please ask any other parties involved
Backtagging? I will try my best to do so! If a thread drops, though, it's probably due to me needing to lighten my tagging load. If you want to continue that thread, though, lemme know!
Fourth Wall? Break it
Contact? I can be reached via PM, on Discord via Lisa#5930, or on Plurk via powerofredrangers.


IC

Touching/Handholding/etc? Absolutely; though don't mind the glare if he doesn't know or trust you.
Hugging? Yes; just don't mind him being uncomfortable about it if, again, he doesn't know or trust you.
Kissing? Go ahead! Just don't be surprised if he has BSOD from any unexpected smooches
Sexy Fun times? Not right out of the gate. That's gonna take a slow burn of a build-up to it, normally. But it can be a nice relationship/CR goal


Fighting? Bring it! It's his One Job, and he's damn good at it.
Injuries such as cuts, bruises, etc? Yes; it comes with his job
Maiming? Just check with me regarding which body part to maim.
Kill time? Not in-game, no.
Mind Control? He has no defenses against magical mind-control, but he is very immune to the likes of Jedi Mind Tricks; strong will and all that.
Mind Reading? Go right ahead; he has no means to stop it. Just hit me up OOC-wise so that we can hash out what your muse might be picking up in his head at that point in time.