planning and such. not remotely done with this test comic. there going to be lot more pages but I just condensed the idea panels into one massive thing. yeah there messy dont really think to hard on them.


story is below. if you rather wait for the full blown comic then dont read bellow this point.

touches on vore the story and the comic
you have been warned

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Night was falling quickly with the setting of the sun, with that, so was the temperature. Autumn had just fallen onto the kingdom of Mithloris.
Raphael had decided to change into casual street attire, adjusting himself to that of his held human form. He wished to interact with his public in a more subtitle and secretively way so that he could go mingle without drawing attention to himself. This was to gain a general idea of the citizen were doing after the recent events and troubles that had befallen the kingdom...
-At the town of Aramore.
Raphael kept a quick pace upon the cobble stones of the street. Unannounced to him a figure had started to follow him three blocks down after he had arrived. He did currently look like a more well off citizen. Turning a corner he paused, watching a group across the street chat and laugh. They were already drunk and the sun hadn't even been down for less than an hour. He shook his head with a light grin spreading across his face. He continued roaming the streets, taking note of guards or lack of his guards on patrol. Raphael was taking in the night life, an peace of Aramore when finely the figure following him finally made their move when they were 'alone'. "Hey buddy, give me your cash and no one gets hurt."
Raphael turned, surprised to what greeted him. The figure was a female thug, with drawn dagger. "Mmm, and what if I don’t dear?" he said firmly. The woman laughed as he maintained a serious look. "See this dagger, I'll split you from adams apple to groin." she jeered, attempting to slash at him. He moved slightly, leaning back just enough to avoid the attack. "Ay, you're a quick one. Let’s get this over quickly so I can get a drink!" she cackled. Raphael sighed, as she attacked again; this time he didn’t avoid, but stood his ground. The woman jabbed the dagger at his throat. The weapon clattered to the ground. He had firm grip upon her wrist. His grip was unbearably tight, faint cracking could be heard. "AY LET GO, THAT HURTS." The thief yelped. Raphael replied to this with “I suppose it should young one. I've just fractured your wrist." he released her as she yelped in pain. The woman held her right arm tenderly. "I was just, I was just kidding you know~ I don’t want your cash, or gold." she meekly replied now, her ‘fire’ for this went out. "Mmmhm. Are the person that has been killing my citizens for their hard earned money?" Raphael growled, thinking back to reported events. "What if I am bub? " She sneered, spitting at the pavement and backing up. He kept in close proximity with her, stepping forward with every two of her steps. "I guess I'll just have to find out now wont I?" his movement was quick as shoved her up against a building wall. His ring finger and pinky finger digging into the tender side of her right ribs. Liquid embers went through the thief’s body. Raphael kept a firm grip upon her frame letting the venom drip into her frame.
"Wha-what did you just do, my gang going to beat the holy hell out of you." the woman angrily barked at him. Her eyes shooting back at the dagger on the ground by her feet as Raphael loosened his grip a touch. She tried to make a move for it but was caught quickly by her throat. She gagged coughing. His movements were un-naturally quick. Raphael kicked the dagger further down the street. The thief’s eyes turned back to him. "Are you one those night folk, a vampire? loo-look fella I didn’t know. I know some guys that can hook you up with some good blood dolls." Raphael’s expressions tightened with disgust. "That’s enough. Do you know who you’re speaking with young one?" he growled. There was panic setting in her eyes. "Should I know you???" "Are you sure I can't interest you with the blood dolls we have at the gangs place????" she panicky tried to bargain. "You dare threaten me, then attack me, and then lastly try to bargain your freedom from my grasps. You no longer deserve to be trancing freely upon my streets." he easily picked her up, having shifted to holding her by the back of her jacket and the seat of her pants. He quickly heaved her into the shadows of the nearby alley; out of the main street so there wouldn’t be a lot of attention brought upon them. "Who the fuck are you and why do you keep referring to this place as yours bud." she said groggily. Her vision was growing blurry. Her limbs feeling weighted with lead. "Wait, what did you do to me? I don’t feel so great." she groaned. Raphael retorted to her. "I am the lord of Mithloris, I am Raphael Maesar." the woman rubbed at her head. "No id-...wait...WAIT..." her face paled. "You can't be, why would the lord be out in this side of town roaming? He’s an high elven and you look just like a...you have to be pulling my leg bu---" her words were caught short as he hauled her back to her feat. His form shifting quickly to what his known appearance was typical. His long angled facial featured sharp elongated ears, broader shoulders, much lanker and taller frame. "This look about right, miss?" he growled. The thief remained quiet unsure how to respond. He was now hovering over her with his more native height which was around eight feet “I was taking a saunter, to see how things were after recent events with my citizens. Though it seems I happened to be at the right place at the right time to catch a thief and a murder." The thief was shaking. Having had a delayed reaction to him shifting "How...how di-did you do that-t." She was having a hard time doing anything else since her limbs were starting to fail her. The pain in her right arm was becoming numb, along with her tongue. Raphael recalled some recent attacks. "six dead, eight near death, and three that escaped. A total of seventeen people you have disrupted, maimed and harmed, or you and your group." he voice lowered, after giving the information given to him by his guards. The thief squirmed under his hands as he spoke. "There is no place for your kind methods in this kingdom." "Now, you’re going to aid in finding your group and turning in the rest of those poor people you have as blood dolls."
The thief eyes watered, he was going to give her mercy??? She tried to speak but couldn’t find the power to speak. Looking at his eyes they were dark and ever so cold; more so then they were earlier. Raphael’s eyes seemed to be looking right into her soul reading and weighing her worth, viewing her dark moments that littered her life. She tried to look out of his gaze. She broke gaze with him closing her eyes tightly. His judgement had been made...

The woman was having a hard time. Her mind was being embraced from the deepening fog, from the poison that flowed through her body. Trying her best she forced her eyes back open, there were multiple Raphael’s staring back down at her, his face was contorting. Her world was spinning as she tried to focus on him but couldn’t.

She turned in his grip trying and finally managed to look down. The ground seemed to be growing further away with every moment, his grip shifted to around her waist. The sounds of cracking, and popping echoed in her ears.

She groaned unable to focus any longer. Her world blacked out. Raphael had shifted to his partial hold state that was around nineteen feet or so. Now with one large, free taloned hand. He cut the thief’s leather armor and clothing off with ease, inspecting her form for any hidden weapons. Her bare flesh had a soft pale glow under the large autumn moon rays. The Thief’s breath was labored, as she briefly came too. Looking up, reaching up at the sky, and feebly placing a hand pleadingly on their captures arm. Her gaze, was blurred more so, looking back down at her, a monster. But those eyes…they were the lords eyes. How could that man become such a monster? Her fogged mind came up with a conclusion this had to be a dream. She had to wake up…

Unknown amount of time passed.
Blackness, an deep and eternal kind, a full and engulfing darkness she awoke too. There was nothing around, she could barely see her own hands in front of her face. ‘Ah, your awake’ something hummed. On her knees, she turned looking for the source. She tried to reply. But nothing…she palmed at her face, where the gods name was her mouth. She padded around her face internally screaming. Deep within her the voice replied to her. ‘You’re in my domain, under my full control.” Two embers lit in front of her, wispy at first, then growing into a set of eyes as the rest the figure formed out of the shadows. As it became more dense. It brought in light, which promptly flooded in to the area. “Now, I have some questions to ask you. You will answer them one way or another.” The voice was now emitting from the figure that had formed in front of her. Its voice still vibrating with in her with each spoken word “Or I can wait, and gather the info directly from your soul; Reading your life like a book.” The voice paused “That is once your fragile life lines disband and your ties to your human cask are forever removed.”

The woman felt a brief release as she palmed her face yet again, her lips having reappeared upon her face. “Now, speak! You have a limited amount of time. So choose what you have to say to me carefully… “There was another moment of pause. “That is if you wish to return to the world you once knew, with the body you were given by your bloodline” The voice stated frankly.

She finely mustered up the courage to speak. “Wha-what do you mean. We’re n-n-not back in Aramore???” she stammered. She was confused and afraid. The voice laughed briefly “Hmmm, yes and no. I am but that’s beyond the point. Don’t you remember?” the voice dropped emotionlessly and said firmly. The figure had turned away. It wasn’t fully solid, and was wispy. “Before this, I asked you comply with some information.” She was still lost. She looked down at herself with the faint light. She gasped she was transparent with many, upon many little runes littering her body. Turning she had gold string that ran off into the darkness. One even dissolved right in front of her eyes to her leg. The runes vanish off her left leg under the knee. “Look at that. Well now you noticed your life lines.” The voice said sarcastically. “Do I need to show you what your tethered too?” She was speechless, unsure how to reply or what was even going on anymore. “Oh, very well. Maybe pain will jolt your memory.” The figure gestured quickly seemingly pulling on things from deep with in the shadows… The sagging life lines tightened and snapped like a whip! They cracked upon her frame dragging her out of the light into the unreal darkness, the woman screaming all the way... into the deep darkness, she cried out…she began to feel threw out her whole body a vibration, like being plunged… She couldn’t see, as her limbs began to sting and burn awake. Blinking slowly and repeatedly, there was an eerie glow green like glow. She struggled, feeling tightness about her throat and torso. It was so hard to breath. She gasped, in hot humid air. She tried to groan, coughing. Her vision was now blurred once again. She rubbed her arm, feeling sticky… The woman raised her left hand, and too her horror, she was greeted to see blistering oozing wounds that exposed the delicate bones of her hand in her palms and fingers. They were all over her as the pain made her focus upon her situation. She gripped at a tendril that was lassoed around her neck, and the other that was firmly around her waist. Memories flashed moments as the horror of what happened befallen upon her mind. She squirmed and gasped under the grip the stomach wall tendrils. She was being slowly digested. ‘That’s enough of that…’ she felt the words dig into her core…

She was abruptly yanked free of her dying flesh, that moment faded away as the thief was flung back into the darkness by her lifelines. The excruciating pain lifted quickly. “Now, did that jog your memory? I’d reply quickly; before I use your cask, from your nails, flesh and even your bones for my own needs and purposes. “The figure stated frigidly had kneeled in front of her; resting a hand upon her shoulder, watching another lifeline snap off and wither and dissolve off into the darkness “Please, please let me go I’ll answer whatever you want from me. I r-remember, Please…” she sobbed the runes on her left arm and other leg had vanished. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear...“gesturing into the darkness, the light focused upon the woman who was curled up on the floor. Runes reappearing slowly upon her frame as he helped her sit back up, though the lifelines not reattaching. She looked up into the figures eyes. It was the 'elven' Raphael staring back at her in a ethereal form…


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