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 Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 10:52 pm
 ❝ Come and Play for a While... I Promise you Won't Regret it~ ❞ I am his Highness Rajah Bomani
But I demand that you call me Rajah.
I'm not that old, I am Twenty-Two
Are you blind? I'm obviously a Panther Demon
Here's an easy one, I'm bisexual but I'm lending towards homosexuality because of difficult women in my past.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born August 24thX X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm Six feet and four inches (6' 4")
I don't look it, I know, but I'm Two-hundred and ten pounds (210 lbs)
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is as soft as feathers. It's raven black in color and considered shaggy, I suppose.
Look closer, my eyes are shining gold
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have no scars covering this body. I do have some piercings. Two in each ear.X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Velvet
Painted Pink, light blue, green, or purple
And a few other things, like Ruby, ball of strong, or a heartX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞People say I tend to be many things naturally. The servants in the palace have used many different words to describe me, and I suppose they are telling the truth. I am intimidating, powerful, arrogant, lazy, a sex fiend, and an a*****e. I can be kind whenever it suits me or I can gain from it in some form or manner. I am a kind lover to those I deem as a new "pets". They are always awarded with gifts and possibly the greatest orgasms in their lives. Whatever I deem as mine, I'm super protective over. Don't expect me to be loyal however. I have a very high sex drive, and I have many different playmates to sate it. I don't like for people to touch or use my things, no matter what it is. It could be a brush, my pillow, or my current lovers. Just don't touch them. Whenever I tire of my playmates, I give them something large to remember me by, and they can live comfortably for the rest of their lives. I also have some trust issues so expect me to be wary of you in the beginning. I've been screwed over by many people in my life, and I've learned that people cannot be trusted. I also don't like a lot of people and I can be rude as ******** when i want to be. Just don't piss me off or deny me, and we should get along just fine~
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that as a young child I was quite happy. My father would have nothing to do with me and my mother would always be with me. She was the only reason I was happy at the palace. Some of the older servants can tell you the same thing as well. That as soon as my mother was pregnant with his hire, he broke off all ties with her and went to his mistress. He only reappeared before my mother when she gave birth to me. His sole, strong, and male heir. Then he was gone again. Of course I would see him from time to time, but he was distant and my mother always made sure I never bothered him. I believe she was afraid of the man. As I grew older and older, my mother only grew more proud each day. She would tell me how much of a good boy I was, and how I was going to be a wonderful king. My life was perfect... until I was thirteen. The sky had turned completely black and the wind started to pick up. Thunder and lighting shook and lit up the world. That is when my mother came home.... in pieces. Something had ripped her apart. Her stomach was torn open and she was covered in blood and bruises. Her beautiful warm, tan skin was pale and cold. As they took her away it started to pour and my happiness was washed away. The next day, I demanded that my father find my mother's killer. It didn't turn out well. His mistress laughed at me and my father punched me and kicked me across the floor. I can remember his cold glare as he told me her death was purely accidental and she was buried an hour later. Walking away from the grave with a black eye and busted lip, I started to hate people especially my father. I will always hate that man. Always.
I quickly became the little hellion as well, and as soon as I turned fourteen I lost my virginity. At first it was women and when I turned sixteen they grew boring, and I started playing with men. It was a different experience but it was one that I enjoyed. My attitude was harsh, cold, and distant. Much like my father's I hate to admit, but it is quite true. The servants didn't want to be around me and would only come to clean my messes whenever I was asleep or out of the room. It was when I was sixteen that my father married his mistress. That was the day that I had to relive my hell from a young teen. Oh the woman made sure to flaunt her new power wherever she went, but as my father aged and his eyes turned to other women... Her eyes turned to me. She tried and tried again to have sex with me, but I refused the woman and had actually tried to turn to violence on her. I shoved her out of my room and threatened her with death if she should try again. I slammed the door in her face. Of course she ran and told my father I had tried to rape her, and just like me, my father is protective over his "toys". He tried to fight me but I am stronger and a hell of a lot meaner then my old man. He quickly backed down and threatened to banish me. That was when my mind started to plot. My father left the palace for a few weeks and during that time, my step-mother found another man to use for her own entertainment. I followed her and made sure to watch what she doing very closely... When my father came home, he didn't visit her bed rarely save for once or twice, and the next month she claimed that she was with child. Oh there was a huge celebration and what not, but I demanded that there be a test. That was when I threw the pictures in front of my father of her in very provocative poses with that unknown man. It didn't take very long for my father to throw her out of the kingdom and strip her of everything she had. That was phase one in my great plan.
While my father was away. I did some snooping. My father was a very sneaky man. One that had power and was intimidating to most. As I was snooping around his private study one night, I found a little black book hidden in a secret compartment in his desk. In it had every assiassination he had every placed. One of them being my mother. I waited after my step mother's demise before I plotted my next move. I had to make my father believe all was well. He had to go back to his comfortable habits. It took half a year to do so, but once he left again for a "business" trip, I made my move. I went to the council and threw the book at them. The ones that had their names listed in case they pissed my father off. My mother's brother was also part of of that council and after years and years of waiting, my mother was finally avenged. His sentence was in my hands, and seeing as dying was too kind... I banished him up in the mountains. He is locked away in some stone prison with his powers restricted. There he is under complete watch and that is where he will die. Now that I am King and in control, things have been busier than I expected but I have it under control. However, I really don't have as much time for as many sex friends as I wanted. This is why I will go to find a slave to help my "release" all this pent up frustration. Of course, I want nothing but the best and something that is unique to this world. I am a man who only seeks out the most beautiful of treasures after all~
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ sex
ღ sleeping
ღ cuddling
ღ getting his way
ღ being pampered
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ rain
✘ children
✘ being ignored
✘ thunderstorms
✘ people taking his thingsX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can shift freely into a large, powerful, and deadly panther. I'm extremely quiet on my feet (and paws) and it is hard to hear my coming. I have superior strength and speed, but I'm often lazy and never exert myself. My hearing is quiet excellent too so if you don't want to say anything bad about me, I advise you keep it to yourself.
Yes, there is some side things, like I am deathly afraid of thunderstorms. However, being as prideful as I am, I will never admit that willingly. I like soft, cute, and anything that looks cuddly. I always have a silver cuff around my tail that belonged to my mother. I never take it off and if someone tries to take it, they will die by my hands.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Elena Tresemme
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 10:10 pm
 ❝ All you need is love~ ❞ I am Cadhla (pron. KY-lah) Quinlin
But I will let you call me Ky~
I'm not that old, I am over 200 years old! Don't I look good~
Are you blind? I'm obviously a hybrid Skin Walker Incubus.
Here's an easy one, I'm into everything; this boy aint fussy!
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born in the summer on a beautiful day in the 1800's, I don't know the date though.X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' exactly~
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 74kg // 163lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is... a fluffy bright pink that reaches my knees!
Look closer, my eyes are... as blue as a beautiful ocean.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a number of whipping scars on my back, and a few rope burns around my wrists and neck from being bound.X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a velvet collar (can be changed if he isn't quite exotic)
And colored it pink, lavender, green, yellow.
And from it they hung ball of string, pencil, miniature bed, dog, child, rubyX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as well, I'm just a little bit hyper-active. I call it; a love for life. Not to mention I've been called flamboyant; I just like bright colours ok! I'm not gay, but I'm not straight either. Lust is lust, and I'll take what I can get. That being said, I'm a huge softly for cuddles. I love being able to turn into a cat to snuggle up close to a person and just purr happily away. Yet, I will defend a Master that takes me home with every inch of my being. I'm stronger than plain ol' human because of my darling dad's Incubus genes, but give me something of an animal you want me to turn into and I can be as strong as an Ox; literally! Just because I adore love and cuddles and snuggles, doesn't mean I can't defend myself. Sure I'm quite frail and delicate in my human form, but I'll give 110% to protect anyone.
Quit invading my life, It went just like this. I don't remember where I was born, only that it was most likely somewhere like Wales, since I have a Gaelic name. My mother was a Skin Walker, fully fledged one too, that just happened to fall victim to a Incubus while she was in her human form. My mother was a beautiful woman with locks of bright red and lovely alabaster skin, so I don't blame the Incubus for setting his sights on her. His genes were passed on to me, so I was born as some cute little hybrid! The funny thing was, the odd combination of my father's demon genes with my mother's funky ones resulted in me having the fluffiest mop of pink hair. I often joke it was because mother always said that my father had such a lovely mane of silver hair. He stuck around apparently for the first year of my life, too proud of the fact he sired such a rare creature that was oddly cute. After that, I don't know what happened, but I learnt a while ago not to ask mother about it since it made her act funny. I have a horrible feeling that he was killed for what he was, or he had to leave her because of what he was, and it hurt her greatly. We moved around a lot after I turned five, mostly sticking to Europe since the culture was so fantastic. Not to mention there was a vast number of Skin Walkers in Europe that took me and my mother in. I began to learn to shift at the age of ten, and picked animals that hid my pink locks; birds were handy, as well as any animal with dark fur. We soon found out that animals like dogs, cats and cute little bunnies adopted my pink colouring, so that was out of the question.
As the years passed, so did societies hatred for anything that wasn't human. We were finding it harder and harder to find Skin Walkers by the 1850's so we settled into a life of hiding, often appearing to find work as stable hands with me in disguise as a raven. The work took it's toll on my mother, but we saved every penny we made, and moved far away to England's country-side to start a new life. It was hard, since the turn of the century brought wars, but we managed to make do. Up until the Second World War. Mother and I were thankfully spared from any wartime drafting; I hid disguised as a barn own living in the house and mother was quite frail by this stage due to years of hard work so they allowed her to stay put in what seemed like an empty home. That all changed though, for just after the war was over, people began to hunt and kill anything rare they could find. Mother and I fled the country, for fear that my odd looks would get us captured. Sadly, we didn't get far, for whatever country we ended up in; it was either France or Italy, found out what we were and kidnapped us for trophy pets. My mother managed to escape but I was recaptured, and it still depresses me to this day, and I often think about whether my mother will find me or not.
From the year 1920 onwards I have been kept as a trophy pet. The funny thing is, I don't mind it anymore. Once I was given a cat's fang so I could turn into a type of house cat called a ragdoll I've been rather content ever since. The unfortunate side of this is that thanks to my now relaxed state of mind, my Incubus traits began to show up. Females over the age of twenty became very appealing and I'd often sneak into their rooms and night and seduce them, their lustful energies beginning to overtake my need to eat to survive. I must have pushed it too far, because I began to be sold to all these different slave shops and markets. My luscious pink hair that fell to my knees made me a prime target for males since I look so girly. It became harder and harder to feed off men since the idea of sleeping with a man that was so girly turned them off, so my body began to forcibly revert back to needing food to survive. Which sucked, because I was mostly sold as an Incubus hybrid; they had no idea what a Skin Walker was. Whenever I'd transform into a cat thanks to the fang hidden in the bell of the cat collar I wear, I'd get called a freak and I'd be beaten, since people were selling me as an Incubus, not some kind of pet. I'd get returned nearly every single time, after quite a bit of abuse and starvation. It wasn't until a decade ago that I was bought by a man that was a darling. He listened to me explain that I was an Incubus crossed with a Skin Walker, and he treated me well. Given the damage was done by this point and I've become rather weak and delicate in my human form, he still did his best to feed me well and look after me. He'd brush my hair out and allowed me to wear what I want. He even let me sleep in his bed at night when I turned into a fluffy pink cat! Although it took him a while to let me seduce him, it was worth it. The sad part came when he became very sick indeed. He left me to his brother in his will, putting emphasis on the point I should be treated right and looked after. The day he died was my last day of freedom. I was brought straight here, my old Master's brother now my Seller. He doesn't want to live with me.
Shame, since he's just as gorgeous as his brother. But maybe I can find another beautiful being to cuddle up to and snuggle with. Mmm~ Cuddles.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Cuddles
ღ Making someone happy
ღ Turning into a ragdoll cat
ღ Playing around
ღ Sweets, chocolate
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Thunderstorms
✘ Being forced to like something
✘ Abusive Masters
✘ People assuming I'm female
✘ Feeling so weak in human formX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Well, because I'm a Skin Walker, I can turn into any animal, as long as I have a piece of the animal to turn into; like some fur or a fang or scale! Currently I have a fang of a ragdoll cat hidden inside the bell of the cat collar around my neck. Also, because I'm half Incubus as well, I have all those sexy seductive powers they have, along with all that sexual energy too! I guess the bonus is that I don't just have to feed off lust to live; I can eat just like humans and be perfectly fine!
Yes, there is some side things, like I'm a delicate being, thanks to being abused for quite a while. But it hasn't stopped me from being a happy-go-lucky and loving man, and I will use all my strength to defend any Master that takes me. I'd much rather cuddle than fight, and I'll take any gorgeous gal or manly male that wishes to have me. Mew~! The cat collar I wear at all times to hide the scars around my neck.
The person that works my mind is not me, but N o i r Wafflesaurus
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