The Hunt (F/M), (M/M)

Postby Nicky V. » Wed Apr 30, 2014 9:30 am

Out of the many stories I've been wanting to write, this one has finally made the cut, and it'll break from the usual formula that my stories have, not entirely but it's different enough so that it stands out.

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For this first post I'm not gonna start the story, but give you a detailed outline of the world in which 'The Hunt' takes place.
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'The Hunt' takes place in a fictional island country known as Bourasa. The country has seen it's fair share of internal war, disputes and political disasters. 150 years before the story starts, it was decided that the only way to survive would be to segregate the genders, so that they can live their own way without getting in the way of each other.

It was decreed that the women stay in The Spires, a shaded fortress of commerce where the women can survive without venturing out and destroying things, instead living off 'endless' resources and having a lifestyle dedicated to Unity, Harmony and Equality (which is ironic, because in order to truly have that the would need males).

The Women live in a hierarchy upon which material wealth = status.

They have very little need for men by Spires Law. A law which decrees that once every 7 years 'The Hunt' takes place.

'The Hunt' is an event which lasts a year.In which males are captured from The Outlands and brought back to The Spires in order to both keep the population of Bourasa up and gather supplies, working themselves to death, or if they are unsatisfactory, exile.



The males on the other hand, live a simpler existence.
They are all equal to another and work together to survive in The Outlands, a dense area where food and resources are scarce, but they still have the means to go on.

During the time of 'The Hunt' the Men hide from the women the best they can, believing that it's more noble to die naturally when all is lost, instead of being forced to continue.

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Now, onto the plot.
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Curt, A young male, is curious to venture to The Spires. Despite being warned of the dangers the females pose to him. He believes that the segregation is wrong and wants to convince Materna, leader of Women that they should unite, this is his perilous journey.
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Hope that's comprehensible, first chapter will be up soon.

Re: The Hunt (F/M), (M/M)

Postby Ryguy98 » Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:10 pm

Very interesting so fat I look forward to hearing more about this

Re: The Hunt (F/M), (M/M)

Postby Nicky V. » Thu May 01, 2014 7:24 am

And so, it begins!
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The Hunt




Prologue: Puckle in a Pickle

Elsie sighed deeply as she looked out into The Outlands from the balcony of her tower. Seeing her peers below filled her with dread.Not the sight of the two girls themselves, but the knowledge of what they were about to do. Slumping down and resting her head on her elbows, she waited for them to spring into action.

Her vibrant green eyes catching every detail,her long blonde locks shimmering in the sunlight, looking pale against the long satin dress she was wearing, the fabric gently swaying as she rocked her legs, the bottom tickling her lavishly painted toes. Legend amongst the men had it that The Spires were home to Godesses. Elsie was living proof.

The pair of girls below her were similarly beautiful, both in dress and appearance. But great beauty hid terrible evil within. They had finished setting a snare onto the dense ground beneath their feet, perfectly hidden to the untrained eye. As they took cover by a conveniently nearby rock, their prey walked on, blissfully unaware of his upcoming fate.

Being shorter than his brethren, Puckle was often the butt of many a friendly joke, but he didn't mind. He knew that the close bond he shared with is fellow man was too strong to be broken by something so petty.His short and scruffy dirty blonde hair and puppydog, ocean-blue eyes captivated his captors almost instantly.The brown, baggy tunic and ragged but rugged pants he was sporting intrigued them too, as they had never seen such an embodiment of squalor before their eyes. Like a puppydog he resembled, he was adorable to them.

The snare caught Puckle perfectly as he hung helplessly by his ankle, swinging between strange slender fingers grabbing out at him, any attempt to scream for help was blocked by a soft yet firm hand to his mouth or a distractedly pleasant tousle of his hair. Amidst squeals of delight and giggles, he was promptly cut down, landing in the arms of Gretha, who barely buckled under his feather-like weight.

"We've got him!" She squealed, throwing her head back in a mad cackle. Her auburn curls springing behind her head like cobras striking a rat.

"Please....let me go!I don't want to be eaten, let me be!" Puckle politely protested, this of course fell on deaf ears as the girls cooed at the sight of their pint-sized prey.

"Elsie will be pleased with her birthday gift!" The other girl, named Lonara, enthused.

Having a quick glance at Elsie up above, She saw her half heartedly waving back, not knowing that Elsie secretly wanting to sob at poor Puckle's plight.

Before dragging their gift back to The Spires, they decided to investigate him further. As well as being smaller, his shape was different to theirs, with a flat chest and broad shoulders underneath his tunic. Feeling a cold gust of air hit his body as the tunic was torn off him, Puckle managed to emit a small squeal which was answered with a small peck on the cheek from Lonara.

"Look at how skinny he is, he shall be no good as a worker!" She declared disdainfully. "Alas, he's also too young to increase the numbers" Gretha agreed, having pulled down Puckle's pants and was studying a small bump that emerged from his underwear. "He has no strength or bounty, we must kill him for the wealth of Materna!" She roared, ready to plunge a dagger she had into the boy's pale chest.

She was quickly stopped by Gertha's warbling wail of disgust as she held Puckle close to her, the dress she was wearing warming his cold, bare legs as it envelped him from harm. "He's too cute to kill!, Elsie shall have him as her pet!"

It was swiftly agreed and Puckle, now half dressed, was led into The Spires at the reluctance of his new Mistress. Little knowing that he would be part of history, the catalyst for a revolution over a century in the making.....

T.B.C
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Hope you enjoyed that, the next part follows the adventures of The Brethren in The Wasteland and introduces Curt.

Re: The Hunt (F/M), (M/M)

Postby jdpeter » Tue Jun 03, 2014 7:45 pm

please continue the story. It was a really good start. And well written

Re: The Hunt (F/M), (M/M)

Postby Ossassin » Fri Jun 20, 2014 11:41 pm

This has potential work upon it or :bondage:
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Violets are Blue
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