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Madalyne:
There are those who say Madalyne was born to war. In many ways, they would be right. The woman known as Madalyne was conceived on a battle field, born on the night before the Great Wars final conflict, and raised the child of deposed nobles on the run.
In this grim world, two sides of the same Fey coin battled for supremacy. The Seelie and the Unseelie had lost what little truce remained between them, their emnity broadening into full scale war and the eventual defeat of the Seelie under the axes of the Unseelie shock troops, the Red Caps.
The foretold child of two minor Seelie nobles, Madalyne was born with an extraordinary feature, instead of the gossamer insect like wings some of her family sported, she was born with wings made of hundreds of thousands of soft, ivory feathers. She was taken from her family then, the promised one, the warrior child, the great light of hope for the Seelie nation. Madalyne was forged into a soldier, her armor, her weapons all the greatest the Seelie could muster, magicks untold and quasi-omnipotent protected her, and on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, the beautiful and deadly Madalyne flew alone into the Red Cap's main stronghold.
The sounds of conflict lasted for three days. In the end, the stronghold was a repository of corpses. No living being remained, merely the dead some piled so high they scarcely fit under the tall ceilings of the blood soaked halls.
With the main army of Red Caps destroyed, the Unseelie army could scarcely muster a retaliation against the Seelie remnants surge of attacks, and soon talks of another truce arose with whispered threats and promises of the return of the warrior-fey.
But what of Madalyne? Even though she fulfilled her prophecy how could anyone have known that she failed. Locked in combat with the Red Cap general, the same general she had mortally wounded, how could she live down that he, in his last action managed to wrap his lips around her body and drag her kicking into his gullet. That as she laid within the cold tomb of a stomach, disarmed, held and helpless, she wasn't the one to usher in the new age. That she was a product of the old, and with it sinks into darkness.
However she awoke, and found herself here, within the swamp itself caressed by the sun's rays and possessed of her armor and her gleaming flamberge "Cold Iron," to fend for herself in a new world, with dangers even she may not be trained to handle.
Description:
Madalyne is a micro, standing only five and a half inches tall, her wingspan is actually larger then that, extending from tip to tip a little over a foot in length. Her long blonde hair seems to flow with a life of its own even when there's no breeze, and her rust-red eyes glow slightly in darkness. Her garment is mostly ornamental, she relies more on her rapier keen training to avoid harm then the steel she's encased in. Her curvy figure has a lithe athletic tone to it, somehow keeping a promised comforting and pleasantly soft feel behind the lavender tinged steel.
Prefs:
Ah Madalyne, warrior-angel of the Seelie Fey, is, for all her training, Unwilling Prey only for the moment. As for exactly what that entails, well.. I'm open for just about anything, Hard, Soft, alternate Vore, just PM me with your scene ideas and more likely then not we can work something out!
A Shattered Requiem
