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==Description== | ==Description== | ||
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==Realm== | ==Realm== | ||
'''''The River That Ate the Moon''''' | '''''The River That Ate the Moon''''' | ||
| + | Idyllic fields and marble estates set upon a brilliant, glittering river where the sun never sets and every wish can be fulfilled. | ||
==Methodology== | ==Methodology== | ||
| + | ''More and more and more and more.'' | ||
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| + | It's wonderful, at first, to have every desire sated, every curiosity explored, every hunger so exquisitely well-fed. It's all decadence and delight. Senses awaken in ways you never thought possible. | ||
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| + | Have you ever tasted something so rich, so complex that it inspired a flurry of perfect poetry that you didn't bother to chase because no words could capture this singular, blissful experience? Have you ever smelled something so enticing, so heady that you lose yourself in all the memories it conjures, half of which are of worlds you've never known, lives you didn't live? Have you ever seen a sky so perfectly, brilliantly blue that your heart ached with joy it could scarcely contain, your whole being seeming to lift, buoyed by that glorious sight? Have you ever heard a song so sweet, so soulful that you could feel it moving through every inch of your body, every nerve, every muscle resonating with the purely sublime? Have you ever felt a lover's touch so skillfully delivered, so perfectly placed that ecstasy washes over you instantly, drowning the need for anything but this, this, this? | ||
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| + | It's wonderful, at first. | ||
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| + | But what if it doesn't end? When does more become enough? When does enough become too much? When does too much become never enough? When does excess become emptiness? | ||
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| + | All things spoil along the banks of the River That Ate the Moon. The golden sun becomes glaring. Mold clings to the marble. Food smells sickeningly sweet with the promise of rot. The songs turn repetitious. The sex grows clumsy, desperate. Every epiphany becomes an itch of almost. Nothing is quite enough anymore. Everything falls short of satiation. You are always hungry, always on the verge of being buzzed, the pain nearly gone, the orgasm almost there, the ache almost soothed. Almost. Almost. Almost. But never enough. | ||
| + | Milk and Honey are pushers, dealers. They'll give you whatever you want until it's all that you need. You are an addict chasing a high you can't find anymore. | ||
| + | You knew perfection once. It ruined you. | ||
==Suggested Themes for Escapees== | ==Suggested Themes for Escapees== | ||
Revision as of 21:14, 8 June 2016
Milk and Honey
Gender fluid, as suiting the shifting desires of their captives, Milk and Honey are members of the local Gentry played by Rainier.
Description
Realm
The River That Ate the Moon
Idyllic fields and marble estates set upon a brilliant, glittering river where the sun never sets and every wish can be fulfilled.
Methodology
More and more and more and more.
It's wonderful, at first, to have every desire sated, every curiosity explored, every hunger so exquisitely well-fed. It's all decadence and delight. Senses awaken in ways you never thought possible.
Have you ever tasted something so rich, so complex that it inspired a flurry of perfect poetry that you didn't bother to chase because no words could capture this singular, blissful experience? Have you ever smelled something so enticing, so heady that you lose yourself in all the memories it conjures, half of which are of worlds you've never known, lives you didn't live? Have you ever seen a sky so perfectly, brilliantly blue that your heart ached with joy it could scarcely contain, your whole being seeming to lift, buoyed by that glorious sight? Have you ever heard a song so sweet, so soulful that you could feel it moving through every inch of your body, every nerve, every muscle resonating with the purely sublime? Have you ever felt a lover's touch so skillfully delivered, so perfectly placed that ecstasy washes over you instantly, drowning the need for anything but this, this, this?
It's wonderful, at first.
But what if it doesn't end? When does more become enough? When does enough become too much? When does too much become never enough? When does excess become emptiness?
All things spoil along the banks of the River That Ate the Moon. The golden sun becomes glaring. Mold clings to the marble. Food smells sickeningly sweet with the promise of rot. The songs turn repetitious. The sex grows clumsy, desperate. Every epiphany becomes an itch of almost. Nothing is quite enough anymore. Everything falls short of satiation. You are always hungry, always on the verge of being buzzed, the pain nearly gone, the orgasm almost there, the ache almost soothed. Almost. Almost. Almost. But never enough.
Milk and Honey are pushers, dealers. They'll give you whatever you want until it's all that you need. You are an addict chasing a high you can't find anymore.
You knew perfection once. It ruined you.
Suggested Themes for Escapees
Description.
By Seeming
- Beast -
- Darkling -
- Elemental -
- Fairest -
- Ogre -
- Wizened -
