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As usual, you'd need to make a character profile, the rules are simple, just follow the other rp topics and we're good to go, though I do allow something different, teasing and slightly graphic sexual things are allowed, as long as you don't Cyber.


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This may be a strange rp to join in but it's something different I also haven't been joining in rps lately because of the lack of .. well they just didn't interested me, plus the ones I was in were currently destroyed and no one posted in them so here's mine, thank you for reading so far, but please commence on to reading the red.

The land looked like war hit famine, death, disease; cannibalism, and rape, this land was destroyed, the skies were black, but a spring of silver silk decorated the land. Many species of spider as taken over the land, there was many different spider demons, and many little normal spiders as their pets.. Though it seems like the world has come to a real end, but there was real humans living in a place where spiders are scared to go, all but the more human-like group, nothing ever had a name in this world. Though the spider was smart enough to take a form of a human, taking the real humans, devouring, and raping each one they laid their hands on, but time came, humans got disgruntled and irritated with them doing that to their own kind so a small war stuck, humans against spiders, no one won in the end, the war just kept comming, and over time the spiders won.. People lost, and were used as slaves, sex slaves, and all that good s**t.. Though untill time came spider demons begun to fall for their humans and new breeds of spider-human came. The hybrid of spider human, labeld as demon.. (To point out the spider-like humans were a higher class of this new spider demon, meaning they're more vulgar looking, let's just say they're like anthro, but their decendants turned into a neko-like creature) Their children were worse than their elders, doing more than them, turning into sick bastards.

And the story goes on, let's see what happens during this time..

Name: Lore
Age: 17
Specie: human
Hair color: honey blond
Eye: color(s): blue
Height: 5'3
Weight: 105
Spider/bate: bate
Description: A small person overall for a human. He grew up around this endless dark age, and is use to the whole structure of the rotten society. Past trama made him unable to speak, or at least he refuses too. And because of this, he always seems to have a very sad look on his face. His hair is shoulder length, and his colored honey brown. His hair was full and very straight with the exception of a little curve in on the ends. His pale face is unscarred, and usually pretty for a male of his age. He wore a dark shirt underneath a warm, snugglying jacket of berber color. His legs were covered with brown capris, held together with a simple belt. On his feet were a pair of ragged tennis shoes that have obviously been used for years, as one could see in the years of dirt accumulated on it. The only thing remotely valuable on him is a heirloom necklace that he never goes without. Overall, his appearance is very simple, and his complexion was equal to a girls.

Goar, this male was said to be more chaotic, sick minded being of the spider clan, because most have gone soft, like the mere humans.. It irritated him, he was never the one to be into that kind of s**t.. His multicolored eyes scanned through the area, the slave chambers so it's called.. The place smelled of death, decay, blood and waste of many types. It was like a barn for humans, whipping, moans and groans emitting throughout the chamber.. It was like the black plague all over again, if lucky the humans would still be clean of the disease.. Though some were lucky they got good masters, but not the ones who were taken by the more chaotic type demons.

It was like every other chamber, though they did split the beauty and gender into different sections, the beautiful males were in the first two cages, the beautiful females were chained against the walls, and some inside the cages, then it goes back to the beaten ones, the ones that had multiple masters, then to the ones who slowly die, and people just abandon. It's a horrid life during this age, but nothing will ever stay the way things are, everyone knows it..


Goar, smirked, walking casualy through the filthy chambers, his eyes shooting to each of the males in the area, they were sexy, and delicious for his own tastes.. He'd love to take'em in and have a taste of each. So mouth watering; sick b*****d. He also craved their flesh, malting into his own mouth, and devouring their bodies whilst they screamed, it aroused him just thinking about it.. This vore addicted scum also just wanted a play slave for his own, a cute little b***h to have his way with.. Nasty b*****d.

Slightly what his visage looks like, but much longer. His left eye was the multi-colored one, his birth defect, though he had an advantage, he could see strangely through that eye, looking through people, watching their veins pulse and their heart.. Something like a vampire's eye, though he can also switch his vision, but not the color.. Strange spider boy.. Slowly, Goar inched closer to the other, the tan male in the cage.. He'd plop down and give off a slyful and oh so devilish grin playing along his visage..

"Ooh.. Beautiful.." chaotic eyes scanning along the other's frame, he'd only but cackle at this prized finding, though there was another beautiful male, two of them would be good for his own desires.. Though he;d have to have one to harm, their blood would be such a lovely thing to endure. Though along with that, their flesh, but he'd not want to destroy their bodies..

"Oo.. Another delicious specimen."

Goars tongue slipped out, snake-like, but not with that long split point.. He gave a devilish grin, again, as he'd look off to the side. "Oh so very delicious.. Very, very.." Sex fiend, sick ********, incest psychotic b*****d. He was almost every thing in the book, all but a child molester and a micro/macrophile and of course he despised that s**t play.. He hated that s**t.. Though all the rest he adored, he was just the type to freak others out.. The demon inched closer to the cage, pressing his cheeks against the cold filthy bars and chomped his teeth through the said bars. Those shark-like teeth echoed in his own mouth.

(We need more spiders in here. D= the rp will die easily if we don't have anymore. =/ We need some gore and more violence. ;-; )

Pyrite raised his eyes and met them with Goars. He narrowed his eyes as if threatening him to not come near him. He knew he was no match for the spider but that wasnt going to stop him if the time came that he would have to fight.

(Alright, I have hope in gaia rping now. and again. XD I am bakc for a little bit, just because I seen my rp is still alive! and I will post for you! and hopefully make things much better.)

Goar's fingers twitched, the spider demon wasn't amused.. Slowly turning around he'd c**k his head towards the other creatures in the area.. the scent got worse. It was irritating.

-Time passed, as the demon walked out and did his own thing for a while, as the guards moved the slaves around, moving thme to the bathing room, and making them eat only a small rashion of bread and a small cup of water; spoiled water.. They treated the slaves like in Aschwitz, some slaves were lucky to be killed early on in their life, or freed by those caring spider demons that don't desire to use them anymore or spoil the othres out there. -

His chaotic mis-coloring eyes scimmed the area, bored, so it seemed as he'd walk back into the chambers.. The scent still was strong and carried on, the slaves placed back into their places.. He sat down before the two large cages, near the small window, that pushed and pulled air out of the area.. It was cold, though mountian fresh, but with the scent of blood in the air.. He leant back against the wall, on the velvet seating, head against the wall - hair matted against it as he'd cross his legs, tilting his head to the left; starring. They looked delicious to him.. He wanted a taste of one..

Better view of his looks. (Furcadian portrait done by Fuufers of Deviantart.)

Lore took his time and looked up at the spider demon who called for him. he inwardly sighed at such routine of answering whatever the spiders demanded, and stood up. He slowly itched toward him, slightly scared. Well, of course he'll be scared, this is a spider demon. He moved toward the bars, but stayed a distance away from his arm reach if his arm should venture in.