You are TERIOSO RETGES, a 6 sweep OLIVE BLOOD that lives under the forest. Your interests include exploring, reading, and some engineering. It's a little boring due to the fact that you don't have that much access You can admit to have THIEF LIKE TENDENCIES. In your MIND it's never been a big deal, but never mind that, what will you do now?

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"I had a feeling just asking would have taken too long." You shrug smugly. "Luck has fuck all to do with it." You sigh. "Go to those coordinates I told you. Magnify the metal and you will see your instructions." You smirk. "Welcome aboard, volunteer." You spoke sarcastically, then scowl. "Talk shit about me outside of my presence as you will, because I expect that much. Fuck up, and you will end up in chains." That was standard as a real threat. You usually do worse, as you plan to.

"Good, I wasn’t very lucky to begin with." Magnetize the thing? Well, that would explain why it’s metal but getting these instructions really had to be so complicated? Though you really shouldn’t say anything about it now. If there’s anything you do you will take threats like that seriously. "Got it, I should be leaving now since I want to get this over with quickly huh?" 

(Source: underground-secrets)

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"You work for me and only me. Expect little information from me girly." You point to your misty, navy blue eyes. "I have you, not the other way around." You loosen the collar by a single notch, slipping a piece of iron into a fold within the collar.

"This is a real collar made by a good associate of mine. She would be sad if you destroy her handiwork so for your sake, keep it on your neck. If you want your head to roll, do it after one hundred sweeps. You will be an info broker, etched onto that tiny scrap of iron in your collar is your priority." You vocally give her the coordinates and directions for good measure.

"I don’t need to put a bomb or tracker in you for insurance, that’s more of a pleasure for me than a punishment for you." You spoke in a joking matter, though it wouldn’t be surprising for you to do so.

"Fine, least I’m doing what I already know how to do." Information broker, that was her job description now instead of being independently run with your common clients like high blood wanting to destroy each other, she has to work for this jackass or she’s not going to enjoy life very much.

"Lucky me." With a dead tone in your voice you took note to what the guy said. There might be a few ways to get her passive aggressive revenge against him. You decided to take a look at the iron piece later, you really though it was just a waste of scrap metal it would’ve been easier to use paper. That can be erased  a lot easier than iron, but that might have been the point. 

(Source: underground-secrets)

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You felt yourself dragged forward and hit in the head again and somehow that jump-started something in your mind.

"That’s it!" You grab his shoulders and swing your knee into his abdomen then take a good swing at his face. So this is an adrenaline rush that’s definitely going to keep you breathing for a little bit longer. 

You feel the impact of her knee, gritting your teeth. You bring your hand to her throat as her fist met your face. “That’s it alright.” You constrict her wind pipes, giving her more urgency. You force out the nose bleed, then shove her into the ground. “There is no time for games girl, you won’t even get the chance.” You let her go, just to grab her by the hair. “You are utterly defeated, no help, no savior, not even yourself as you will see.”

You were coughing when you were thrown onto the ground, dammit that backfired quickly. 

"Games? I’m not playing games unlike you dodging to answer when I asked what the purpose of this is." You didn’t move quite yet you were still trying to catch your breath. If you had the chance you would cut this wretched collar off.  

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You’re just disappointed with yourself at this point, you didn’t fight, you didn’t even spit out a childish remark right back at him. You’re hands were still near his wrists ready to scratch at them but that was your instinct kicking in. Now you need to survive. 

"What’s wrong? I know you still have fire in you." You tug on her collar and headbutt her. "Where was that bravado you showed minutes ago huh?" You don’t bother binding her limbs, it wasn’t worth it. She needs to know you are not her friend, her pal, or a friendly. You actually have a purpose for her to serve, but not now. 

You felt yourself dragged forward and hit in the head again and somehow that jump-started something in your mind.

"That’s it!" You grab his shoulders and swing your knee into his abdomen then take a good swing at his face. So this is an adrenaline rush that’s definitely going to keep you breathing for a little bit longer. 

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"You do. You know you do." You see her going pale, but do not offer mercy. What you do offer is something else. "Freedom in slavery and happiness in misery. These are philosophies you can throw out. No excuses needed to do as we do. The only rule is don’t piss me off." You grab her chin and sneer.

You’re just disappointed with yourself at this point, you didn’t fight, you didn’t even spit out a childish remark right back at him. You’re hands were still near his wrists ready to scratch at them but that was your instinct kicking in. Now you need to survive. 

(Source: underground-secrets)

dark starter sentences

some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list

"You actually thought i cared about you?"

"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"

"You're a monster!"

"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."

"You're all mine now."

"How could you do this to me!?"

"I trusted you!"

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Put the knife down."

"You're scaring me..."

"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"

"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

"Let me go!"

"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"

"Your blood smells wonderful."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're in my way."

"I thought you were dead!"

"Help me!"

"Long live the king."

"What did they do to you?"

"What have you done?"

"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"

"Stop it, your hurting me!"

"They'll kill you!"

"I hate you."

"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

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"Because unlike you, I have nothing to prove." With your hand on her horn, you speak. "And just how much faith did you have in those ‘contacts’ of yours? You have a routine of your own just for these scenarios. Here is the hole in that ploy." You tighten her collar by one more notch. "As long as you’re alive, I don’t care. Get comfy." Let’s see how you can string her into a pattern.

You skin is starting to become pale as you now start to lose oxygen. “I don’t… have to prove a damn thing… to you.” Why is this guy still holding onto your horn? It’s not like you’re going to run away anytime soon. You start to take deeper breaths to remain conscious. 

(Source: underground-secrets)

Guys, imagine if lusii put tiny thorn-like spikes on their younger toll’s horns so taller ones wouldn’t grab them and the lusii had a chance to get over to their troll. 

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It wasn’t the first time that happened and it wasn’t the last most likely. Your face didn’t look too bad just a bloody nose and a cracked lip.

"Is that all you’ve got!" You growl right back. If this collar gets any tighter you’re going to have some difficulties breathing. Though you might be able to figure it out if you had some time to look in the mirror for a bit. 

"I never show my all dear ‘crypter.’" As a former threshecutioner, you have ways of forcing obedience. Shock therapy isn’t one of them, however. "Getting hard to breathe? Shape up and you won’t have to worry about that." You grab her horn. "Perfect grip, lucky me."

"Then why should I ‘shape up’ if you wont even bother to." Fuck, that’s your horn, it kind of hurts to have it grabbed but it will hurt a lot more if you move and he decides to break it. It still wasn’t that hard to breathe yet but it’s not like he would tighten it enough to suffocate you. "You’re not going to kill me, it would be disappointing for you to lose your new pet so quickly, huh?"

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Smile and squeeze her arms together. “Cunning with no smarts.” Force her face into the nearest wall and tighten the collar by two notches. With a fist filled with her hair, you growl. “We are both calm and orderly adults, and there are always consequences for actions.”

Naturally you made sure the latch was behind her neck to make taking it off difficult. A rebel even in capture. You would commend it, but not while squirming like this.

It wasn’t the first time that happened and it wasn’t the last most likely. Your face didn’t look too bad just a bloody nose and a cracked lip.

"Is that all you’ve got!" You growl right back. If this collar gets any tighter you’re going to have some difficulties breathing. Though you might be able to figure it out if you had some time to look in the mirror for a bit. 

(Source: underground-secrets)