"Mhmm? You want to feel and serve the queen too? You'll have to get in line..."
Ariane thrists for truly royal blood, and Osira has made the mistake of thinking this dangerous woman would be just entertaining...
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A long time ago in a place full of sand and heat, there was a thriving civilization with a varied system of belief that was well-educated. A veritable empire, it spanned more land then it was capable of holding though none of it's citizens knew it at the time. Within this mighty kingdom was one group in particular that found itself at odds with the rigid pantheon of the country proper, a fertility cult that believed that the souls of all those dead waited in the after-life for a new child to be born before returning in that new body. So, in a perfect world, there were more births then there were deaths, to create new life as well as bring ancestors back into their reincarnated bodies. They were considered eccentric and a bit kooky by their fellow countrymen, but admirably held to their beliefs nonetheless as other similar cults were swallowed up by history then forgotten. In particular, the members of this cult tasked themselves with finding the 'reincarnated souls' of powerful ancestors in their new bodies, to raise them in a fashion befitting their honored histories. That's how the girl was found, living on a street corner as a starving waif, and brought into their fold as the reincarnation of Osira XIV, the Marble Queen of the Sands.
So she was taught to forget her previous name and adopted the moniker of her 'parent', which she was fine with because the cult always made sure to feed her and care for all of Osira's needs the moment they sprung up. It was a surprisingly happy and warm childhood, one that was replaced by Osira's adult life when she was informed that it was her destiny to provide new, 'pure' bodies for other ancestor spirits like her own. She was to be bred, and often, in simpler terms but this was also just fine to the spoiled princess. Osira simply adored having the junior members of the cult attending to her wants and body, treating it like some divine object until she believed it as well, and she figured it was the least she could do to pay back her generous benefactors. How hard could it be after all?
It turns out that it was quite a bit harder then Osira had thought it'd be,but still durable and if anything she was pampered and spoiled even more. But there were more important things going on outside of her little world, a violent regime change that went on for several years until finally her care-takers hit upon an idea. Why not put Osira on the throne? They could guide the country for the better and it wasn't like there would be a lacking for heirs as long as Osira complied with their wishes. Before Osira even knew the difference she was surrounded by guards and perfumed slaves to attend to her whims and discovered she was more then a simple breeder. Turns out that she enjoyed that more and soon began to contradict the cults requests, beginning to develop a will of her own that was proven disastrous for her country. While the cult had known what it was doing Osira...didn't and she was bringing nothing but dissent and ruin. Civil war broke out and, of the most concern to her care-takers, the number of deaths began to outnumber the number of births. People were actually dying to their perspective and something had to be done about it.
Most people wanted Osira's head but...despite her failings her comrades and fellow cult members couldn't bear to offer up Osira as a sacrificial lamb. So they constructed a ruse, creating a double of her from a volunteer to be thrown unto the mob's mercies while Osira herself...well...let us simply say they used an old and powerful ritual to bind Osira to a golden sarcophagus and then buried her sleeping body somewhere safe to awaken a very long time later once all had forgotten her name.
Leading to a very...pliable, confused, and weak-bodied pharohess with a plump body with the curves of a fertility goddess from ancient times wandering about the incredibly dangerous Park. At least she still has her sarcophagus in case something happens to her...
This space is reserved for information about changes to her personality (right now she's a pure hedonist by the way), body, and whatever other information comes to my mind. So it'll be filled out later, over time.
OOC: All I ask is that people respect my right to decline or end a scene and won't keep bugging me after I say as much. That said, I'm pretty open to lots of things so don't be afraid to propose an off-the-wall idea to me just because it's weird. I do tend to favor shemales or females for partners, but I've been trying to expand my horizons to hermaphrodites and regular men as well. Luckily I've had some success in finding excellent male and hermaphrodite characters to play with who have encouraged me that I've made the right choice. I'm very friendly OOC and in pages, so don't be afraid to page me for something. As for likes, I do tend to prefer long-term scenes, breeding, and 'training' scenes, but I don't require them by any stretch of the imagination.
I also tend to favor plumper/curvier women (or women-like characters) and enjoy the fact that Osira's body is a bit soft. So I like it when other people enjoy that to, from commenting on how plush her figure is to expressing a desire to fatten her up a little (we're talking a bit of a belly not...'can only roll from place to place' here).
This is a scene that I'd like to play out sometime, where someone takes advantage of Osira's suggestible and pliable nature through some means to control her, basically reducing her to a pampered pet through some fiendish means. (Bondage, training, hypnotism, mind control, etc.)
