Taking a long hiatus from catfite art, I seem to find myself drawn back to my lifelong obsession, thanks to lots of like minded folk who encourage and inspire you to create what you've spent your whole life enjoying. So I'm glad to say that the prodigal son has returned to share a new vein of catfite inspiration that I'm all to happy to share with my friends: CATFITE ROLEPLAYING! My first foray into the vastly imaginative world of cooperative story telling! First off, I'd like to thank KOGO KAGEYAMA (http://www.f-list.net/c/kogo%20the%20blade), the person who patiently helped me out in my first outing in the battle RP arena: Please do check his F-List account out for some RPing fun! Now onto our first adventure:
The Blade and The Clones
Prologue
Tall and proud, Kogo’s plump lips seemed to form a permanent smirk as she slid the door to her village’s jail open. Her form bent slightly, not wishing to bump her forehead against the top of (the) door which was clearly not meant to accommodate warriors as tall as she was. The guards bowed their heads in respect and Kogo returned the gesture. “How are the prisoners?” She murmured and immediately was greeted with a smile from the jail-guards.
“Alive.” One answered in a tone so sadistic that Kogo knew that she had tested their durability firsthand. “They’re quite a sturdy lot. Awfully proud, too.”
Kogo’s smirk only grew. We’ll see how long that lasts. She thought before she made a motion to the guards, signaling them to lead the way. A few days ago, her squad had encountered an invading group of clones. Her underlings had made short work of the lot and though a few of the clones had been killed in the skirmish, the grand majority had been captured. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Kogo found herself in a hall lined with cells, and those that were not empty, were filled with a plump, light-bodied clone dressed in rags. Some were more bruised than others.
“I’ll make this a simple and easy question.” She spoke, addressing all of the clones at once. “Which one of you is the leader of this little doppelganger parade?”
*The clones were beaten and abused but even in terror, they remained steadfast.. no one was willing to divulge anything.. their only sign of defiance lay in the glare of hate in their eyes..
Kogo the Blade smirked. Her guards were correct in suggesting that the clones were still as prideful and reluctant to cooperate as they had been when they had first been brought in. Rather than express anger, however, Kogo seemed to be delighted with the fact that they were silent. She reveled in their hateful glares and spiteful stares. Still, she feigned a sigh. "Really? No one's going to say anything? No one at all? What a pity... And here I hoped that we could be ending this all without bloodshed." She paced through the cells, examining each clone in turn.
Eventually, she arrived before the one that was the least bloody and bruised of the lot and for a few long moments, Kogo stared down at her. She drank in the sight of her curves and her smooth, ivory flesh before finally, she looked over to the guards. "Bring this one to the training arena." She announced before she turned away. "If they're not going to speak then I suppose I'll need to beat them until one of them finally does. Also... Try not to bang this one up too much before you deliver her to me… And if you can get her to cooperate, try and dress that fat cow up a little." She commanded. "I enjoy beating people down when they're at their strongest and look their best."
Just like that, the commander took her leave and remaining guards turned to the clone. One brought out a set of chains. The other walked away and returned with a metal collar and with wicked grins, both women converged upon the clone.
*these highlighted responses are from my end of the RP..
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