Hey,I’m new to this sub, but I’ve been looking for a while to publish my erotica and adapt these shorts into dark fantasy comics, heavy on the blood and breasts that made *Heavy Metal* great.This is my dark fantasy OC, Sangkara. She’s my first OC from a long time ago. I’m in the middle of her origin on my [Pixiv](https://www.pixiv.net/novel/member.php?id=18902328) where I have more of her shorts gathered together in a series.
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Long ago in the dark lands of Qalan, after the reign of Xynali, before the purge of men, lived Sangkara, destined to be crowned Empress of Andrala where beauty and horror intertwine. Few can retell her chronicles now, save for her priestesses of blood…
Little is known of Sangkara’s birth, or the tribe of her youth. Most retell the beauty of her mother, with whispers of her ancient heritage. They say that Sangkara was born prematurely and deformed, that her mother died in child birth. Some say that her father, wracked with grief, discarded her, and the wolves were all that were left to raise her. Upon finding this feral child still alive, Sangkara was was taken back by her village, killing her wolf mother in the process. Regardless, she grew up unwanted and uncared for by her father and her tribe. Many of them believed she had been cursed.Sangkara would live the rest of her life with her deformity: a hole in her breast plate, her living heart laying exposed, almost out of her chest near its surface. All that stood between her and death was a paper thin layer of skin. Aside from this Sangkara grew into extraordinary beauty and elegance, her lithe, porcelain skin was tinted of pink rose, her hair a deep crimson wine. It was enough to tempt the young men of her tribe and their deviancy, but they resisted, for they believed evil followed her.In time Sangkara had grown to be a fine young woman, but she was still alone and left in longing. She had fallen in love with a young man of many suitors in her tribe. He too had taken notice of her, claiming he would set aside the fears of their people and love her anyway. He filled the heart of this humble girl with dreams of bringing an end to her loneliness until the night she found her love had been unfaithful. In a grove by their camp, she found the boy she loved and a lustful siren, bare under the moonlight. Resigning to her loneliness, Sangkara watched them from afar, trying not to admit to herself the pleasure she received just from watching them together, just from her imagination.It was in this withdrawn depression that a far off empire from another island found the outcast. Andrala claimed all as their domaine. Since time immemorial they had demanded heavy tribute, riding clad in gold and steel, demanding flesh and blood to appease the gods. Many young girls were taken, but Sangkara was offered freely.This is but the beginning of her tale, and her road to destiny.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ctc0f8/sangkara_outcast_oc_dark_fantasy_cardiophilia