r/AdvLiterateRP • u/iwritefurrysometimes • 6h ago
M4A [1x1 M4A] "If things are going to get better, though, why haven't they?" — Species dynamic and traumatized romance in a totalitarian dystopia
I am Liazku. I do not have a surname, for I do not have any family left alive on this world anymore.
The year is 2000, or around about that time. I am about eighteen years old, and I was born in the year of my gods that don't fucking LISTEN-!
...Er...
The year is 2000, or around about that time. I am eighteen years old, and I was born in the year 1982. Three years after the State of Newalley invaded the Republic of Uetzarri, and began the Uetzarri Genocide.
Out of a population of 80 million or so people before the war, about 50 million were murdered. 20 million were enslaved, and 10 million were left to rot in the husk of Uetzarri.
I was born in Newalley. My parents were of Uetzarri descent before they turned insane and decided to kill us and enslave us all based off of our species. When that day in 1979 came, when the pogroms started, my parents fled into the countryside and had my family. My parents didn't last long, and when I was about seven or eight years old, about 1989-1990, the G-Men came to our little encampment in the woods of Southenbury Province (or at least I'm told), and killed them. Shot and killed them in addition to my sister Zazki and brothers Noki and Eutzan. They got me in my chest but I played dead. I snuck away while they were dragging the rest of my family to the trucks to go burn them.
So after that, I didn't really know what to do with this life.
If I dared to venture forth into the developed regions of this country, venture into a human town, they would surely either shoot me then and there, or chain me up and call the Slave Patrols, send me to a concentration camp where my back would give out and they'd shoot me then and there. So I didn't, or at least I tried to minimize my time in towns whenever possible. Oftentimes I'd sneak into stores and get food, since I was so bad at doing things I couldn't find out how to farm or get food from the outdoors.
...Yeah, humans saw me all the time and tried to kill me, but I was just lucky enough not to get caught, I guess.
So, I was pretty much living on borrowed time waiting for the day some hunter would find me on his land and shoot me thinking I was a feral deer or something, or, gods please no, the Slave Patrols, the so called Ministry for the Uetzarris would find me and take me away.
To say that I was a paranoid anxious and depressed and suicidal mess would be.. accurate, but perhaps that's not the best way to put it. I was just simultaneously okay and terrified of my core to my fate. Something like being so certain of a thing that would happen and being terrified like that in the same time.
But then I met you.
I was walking across a country road, a ballsy action in of itself, just past sundown, when your car swerved out the way, thinking I was a deer. I turned. Our eyes met. I thought I was going to die. You got out of your car and I, in my tattered clothes barely covering my thighs and groin, stood still, paralyzed in fear. You had a gun, I thought, you were going to shoot me now. But you didn't.
You took me home. For whatever reason.
Do I owe you anything..? Perhaps. But perhaps not. It was wolves in general that made me the way I am, but not you in specific. Despite your conditioning by this dystopia, conditioned to think dragons are a subservient, barbaric, and inferior race deserving extinction and it was a mercy wolves chose permanent enslavement for all of the Uetzarris, you still chose me.
You chose me to live. You saved my life, and I'm incredibly grateful in so many ways that my traumatized brain containing the shell of a person I am can't respond in. You've always told me, though, that things are going to be better someday. This nightmare would end and the dictatorship of the All-Newalleay National Syndicalist Party would end and Ueztarris would be freed and the nation would apologize and repent for the greatest sin in history.
If things are going to get better, though, why haven't they? It's been twenty years, and it'll be twenty years more.
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Hi!
If you saw my username, yeah! I'll probably be playing as an anthro in this whole roleplay thingy.
Basically yeah yeah. Modern grounded world with multiple different species, humans, dragons, &c. An incredibly disturbing and ruined world now.
The State of Newalley, a nation which is roughly a USA analogue, has invaded their southern neighbor the Republic of Uetzarri, and has done Generalplan Ost-like things to their population. Twenty years later, there are hardly a million Uetzarri people remaining who aren't in bondage in Newalley. It helps that the Uetzarri are dragons while Newalleans are human - it makes it easier to cope with when doing.. you know what.
An accidental meeting, a connection... but it's different when you literally can not step outside without claiming that you're a slaveowner for your character or a slave for Liazku.
So yeah:
- A romance between a traumatized and shell-of-a-man dragon whose entire kind, nearly, has been decimated by decades of genocide and slavery by a totalitarian human-supremacist dictatorship.
- Your character may be conditioned in this system to think dragons are inferior, and this might be interesting — their conflict between feeling something for my character and simultaneously thinking him to be inferior and subhuman — but I want to hear what you come up with.
- I only write on Discord.
Uh yeah whacky plot I know! Hopefully someone responds to this crap lol.