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Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

The movement of the herd of skultari off to his left immediately caught Aretor's attention as his sharani similarly perked up, identifying them as potential prey. Aretor was too intrigued by the beasts to allow them free reign however, and pulled up on the reigns to watch as the great herd approached what could only be a road winding it's way between the valley, and he was a pleased to see it, as he was by this new discovery. No such creatures as large as these existed in the Eastern lands, not mammalian anyway. They seemed vaguely comparable to the reptilian megadon creatures herded through the hills and plains and swamps of his home land but as he was about to make his way towards the road in pursuit of both the creatures and a route to civilization, he once again pause as his eyes perceived the woman already in pursuit of them. Greetings! He called out to her, standing up from his cart before the beasts tugged at the reins, forcing him to pull back and keep them in line as the skultari made their way with an increasing pace towards him. His attention was now diverted between the woman pursuing the creatures with some form of primitive bow weapon, and the skultari who seemed intent on bowling past his cart and sharani guiding it. Making a split decision, he let loose the reins and leapt forward to release the sharani from the bonds of their harness and the two hunters immediately set to parting the herd around them and the cart, growling and snarling the scattering skultari before them, before closing in on one amongst the herd. Aretor meanwhile seized the opportunity to wrap his burgundy cloak about him and adjust the broad brimmed hat on his head to make his way towards the huntress, holding his hands palms up in a sign of caution, making his way as slowly as his heart would allow him to, given the sight of a fellow human for the first time in weeks.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

Coming to a fast halt at the road she saw the entire caravan of beasts and men, attempting to protect their trades from the oncoming stampede. One man in particular stood out from the rest. His colorful demeanor and fancy costume catching her eye. He was walking towards her, seemingly untouched and unfazed by the craze of the surrounding herd. Unsure if he be man or demon she took up her bow and notched an arrow, aimed straight for the regale stranger's chest. He bore the livery of the queen she could see as he came closer, but still she was weary of his appearance on a so little traveled road. As he came closer Aretor could see that this was no simple bow. It was made out of pure oak sapling, the wood carved with delicate and incredibly intricate gold and silver leafing. It appeared to have a sort of rounded pulley system at the top, to someone of scientific intellect it may appear that the device helped with the range of the weapon, creating greater power from a shorter pull by the archer. Laced among the carefully etched vines with small ornate flowers and leaves, each painstaking painted to the perfect hue. The arrow itself a dark cherry wood with a heavy iron head. It had colorful tails the coiled softly around Nienna's muscular arm. She smiled wickedly as he approached. She would feel much less pain taking the life of a human than that of an animal's, she thought to herself. Though there was a certain charm in the way he walked towards her. Confident, strong strides. He took swift steps and was closer than she cared for before she had time to notice. Caught off by the handsome build of her face her strength wavered for but a moment and the bow fell slack in her hands. She swung the large weapon up onto her back and replaced the arrow in it's quiver deftly. She shifted her weight and took a step back from the approaching man. She was not afraid of him, but did not wish him any closer. She studied him from where he stood. Tall compared to her 4'10 and, though colorful, quite well dressed for someone of such apparent young age. Though his flesh was taught his eyes bespoke of age and experience. She was drawn into them alluringly. Her violet eyes searching for some clue as to what he might want with her. By now the herd had moved completely past the man's traveling party and they were left to sort through the wreckage and build back up before moving on. Standing some hundred feet from the rest of the party on the edge of the forest, she stood ready to flee if his intentions turned sour.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

The sight of her knocking an arrow to her bow did nothing to phase Aretor, it merely prompted him to move his arms to a more open position as he continued towards her, showing no sign that he either feared her arrow or would resist her firing a shaft through his chest. A portion of this confidence was of course born from Aretor's trust in his own enchanted armor to stop any projectile, or at least save his life should it actually prove capable of wounding him. But as she lowered her bow his smile broadened and he dropped his arms to his side as he strode the last few yards towards her, standing on the slope of the hill so that despite his height they were roughly eye level. I mean you no harm or offense, He began in a commanding tenor voice Though thickly accented to her ears, I am a traveler and explorer, from beyond the Dragon's Spine, he paused to point towards the snowy peaks lost amongst the haze to the east, Do you understand me? He wasn't at all sure if they would speak the same language, and despite her somewhat . . . untamed appearance, her bow showed intricate and detailed craftsmanship, and he given that he was not about to write her and whomever she had come from as savages. His attention was momentarily distracted by the growl of his sharani as they returned to the cart in triumph over their kill, one of the creatures the which had appeared with the woman, and he smiled somewhat sheepishly as he realized they must have interrupted her hunting of the beasts. As he turned back towards her, he was more attentive to both the suspicious she displayed openly towards him, but also that they in no way detracted from her beauty, her dark hair with it's exotic highlights, and violet eyes like nothing he had ever seen in his homeland. She was clearly a strong and athletic individual, and he allowed his eyes a moment's diversion from her own for the chance to take in all of her alluring, outlandish appearance.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

His thick accent caught her by surprise. It wasn't she ran into and Eastern born lad round these parts. She smiled secretly when he asked if she understood. She toyed with the idea of not letting on that she could perfectly correspond with him. His searched her up and down, though slyly it was obvious to her hunting instincts that he found her attractive. The slight sparkle that gleamed in his eye as he watched her toned body with hungry glances. She took advantage of the distraction to allow herself the same brazen view. Taking in his masculine curvature and powerful stance. This man was obviously someone of importance, and someone who had seen struggles in his life. The way he held his head up and shoulders back meant that he lacked no confidence in his position. The sharani had taken her kill. She was not sure yet whether she would continue following the herd. She had been on them some number of days now and was growing weary of chasing them. This final dash of her hopes was proving almost too much, even to her strong character. Nienna's nostrils flared as the heavy scent of blood filled the air. Taking in a deep breath she could also smell the man before her. He was not nervous of her presence even though she had aimed for his heart. This caught her slightly off guard. But a slight shake of her head and she was back to her senses. His unwavering stance made the decision for her, she felt she could at least do him the kindness of speaking in his tongue. I do understand. Was all she let slip. Her voice was warm and fluid. Even in the cold air it rang clear with a sense of authority. Her pronunciation was flawless, but a slight roll to her R, defied her lack of practice with the words. Her hand rested casually upon her waist, settling on the silver handle of her blade. One hip cocked to the side as she relaxed her body. Though is appeared she was warming up to the man, she was just as on edge and prepared to attack as she ever had been. A small pink point of tongue darted out to lick her thick red lips. They had gotten dry in harsh climate and she without her wax. She allowed herself and open smile, one side of her mouth titling up slightly higher than the other. Her face softening as her eyes smiled with her mouth.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

Aretor's smile was quickly renewed as he heard her words, spoken with an accent of her own, but still perfectly understandable. Then it is my great honor to meet you, He said, bowing elegantly in the fashion of the courts, I am Aretor, son of Arethir, agent of the Most Majestic Dowager Empress, and am on an expedition hear to the Western Wilderness in an effort by her majesty to bring them more fully within the boon that is her rule. A rather formal speech, but then he had been mulling over in his mind what exactly he would say to anyone he met since the pass over the mountains. It is my hope that we might establish trade and a dialgoue with your people, and my caravan and I have brought gifts and goods if you would be so kind as to lead us to them. It was a moment after speaking that Aretor realized he might be getting a bit ahead of himself, especially when he took stock of the manner in which she was standing, half gawking, half appraising him and with her hand at her sword seemingly still just as ready to defend herself, or even attack him for the sport of it. He had to admit after all that he had ruined whatever hunt she was on. Taking off his wide brimmed hat to reveal his auburn curls, he held it to his chest as he cleared his throat. But please, first I would know your name, and offer whatever recompense I can for your quarry which our Sharani are currently disposed towards. He said these words sincerely, no longer with the stilted, practice air, the ambassadorial tone he had used for his initial introduction. His green eyes took in her stance and posture more keenly, and he was forced to wonder if she wasn't toying with him in some manner, whether she knew more than her brief speech would suggest, or if she was simply biding her time to see what this babbling easterner wanted. For all he knew, she was just a distraction while the rest of her kind prepared to ambush and loot his caravan. But these thoughts didn't trouble him, he had well thought out the possibility that any and all that they met in the Western Wilds might be hostile towards them, and he was as prepared to fight for his life and his mission as he was to die for them. In seeing her smile though, the way her whole beautiful visage softened in smiling at him he came to the conclusion that even if violence and hostility were part of life here, this woman meant him no harm at the present.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

It was quite a shock to Aretor that this woman and her tribe might already know of his queen, but then it was entirely possible that if they were nomadic, as she made them sound, they might visit the Eastern Realm to trade and barter. Prior to his journey he had not known what rumors and legends to trust surrounding the Wilds, but now here he was confronted with a fable, travelers from the west who made their homes beyond the reach of civilization. He nodded as she spoke, his eyes peering at her with intent curiosity, as he marveled both at her eloquence for one not native to his tongue. If she could speak in the dialect of the west, it made him all the more interested that he might perhaps learn her own language, and such a step would certainly be important to building closer ties with her people. Her words and her story were every bit as intriguing as her appearance which up close was all the more exotic to his eyes. The way her hair shimmered with a myriad of hues and the way her skin seemed to the retain the radiance of the sun itself was unknown to him, as the style of the courts dictated pointedly fair and pale flesh, distinguishing them from the common folk. This woman appeared anything but common to his eyes however, and as she she requested to see his caravan, his face lit up in a bright smile and he gestured towards where a few of his expedition were restoring order to his cart. Please, follow me I will show you what the Queen offers and we may discuss what steps can be made for future relations. Those around the cart were Aretor's own men, those who had remained with him following the siege and become officers in the Queen's ranks, but each was as able and had skills of their own. Each one wore sturdy leather armor, green and studded with brass and a decorated scale motif as was the uniform of the Dowager's troops, an each one wore a mask and helm their weapons stowed for now in the cart. As Aretor and Nienna approached, they paused in their work to gawk at her until Aretor cleared his throat and with a curt gesture returned them to their duties. He certainly did not want her to think them green or so undisciplined as to stare in wonder at every new phenomena. As ambassador and a magister, that was his job. Nienna, Aretor repeated the named before continuing, turning to look at her. You said your people are familiar with the Dowager, but you reside here in the Western lands beyond her rule. Is there some reason for this? He asked as they approached the cart and rounded behind it, Aretor pushing aside the drapery to reveal many chests, crates and barrels of various shapes and sizes.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

She couldn't help but smile as the men of his group watched her approach. It had been some time since she had been around so many from the city. She must have looked outrageous, or so she thought to herself. As one of the chosen from the tribe she had been privileged enough to have ventured several times for communications with the state. Though as an ambassador she had worn very different garb then her scantily clad hunting gear. She always hunted light to be swift as the animals she chased. Aretor cleared his throat and they all checked their stares and turned back to their work, though their hands moved, she could feel their eyes still following her. When he said her name she nearly gasped. It sounded beautiful on his foreign tongue. She was not used to those outside her people saying it and it came off slightly different in his mouth, deeper and more from his throat then her tongue. His question though caught her off. She assumed if he was in the Queen's guard that he must know of the festival. Had it not been announced that they were to perform. Her troubled thoughts quickly vanished as he revealed his wears. Casks and crates. Boxes and bags. His caravan was overly stuffed with goods of all kinds. She collected her tongue from the floor and looked at him a moment. Eying him up and down, wondering exactly what it was he might truly be after. This is an immaculate supply for one so young and so far from home. What was it you said you were doing out here in the wild west? Haven't you heard the tales of wild folk and dragons? She wanted to see how much he knew before she answered his question. She did not want to betray her tribes information into unworthy hands. Their secretive existence had been a key factor for their long survival after so many years. Although they did business and worked for the city folk, their lives depended on the magic of the forest. Without they would all perish for certain. Even from a young age the children were told tales of roaming travelers, said to be merchants or otherwise, who would collect young beauties from their tribe and haul them away never to be seen again. She did not intend to wind up and unwilling victim. She tensed for a moment, but his eyes seemed to kind. She struggled to maintain her hard stance even though she suddenly felt on edge.
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

Aretor laughed heartily as she questioned him regarding his presence, speaking of the same rumors and legends which had kept so many beyond the reach of the mountains. It is true, before departing I did much investigation and research into tales of the Western Wilds. He countered as he began to unpack crates and barrels from within the wagon, mostly dry goods and sundries, But apart from wild stories, and campfire tales and mothers scaring children to sleep, was able to come up with little evidence to support such talk. Turning he looked her full in the eyes and arched his brow as his eyes took on a slight steel to them. And I am not a man to accept idle talk for truth. Before turning back he laughed somewhat cheekily and disappearing behind a stack of crates into the depths of the wagon. As I said before, he called back out from out of view, We are here, to better secure the Wilds for her Dowager Majesty, and establish rule of law and civility throughout these lands. Aretor spoke the words with conviction, and did firmly believe in the nobility of what he was doing. Not to belittle your homelands, only that the Dowager is that much most interested in secure trade and mutual benefit. Despite his humble origins, Aretor had grown quite used to the language of the courts and keeping politically neutral in his speech. An agent of the Dowager was required to master the language of diplomats and courtiers, but then this woman was not a proper diplomat herself. He had something, something he had requested particular to secure amongst the other supplies, something that had taken a great deal of influence in the courts to secure. Stepping down and out from the wagon, he produced a largish cylindrical package with a red satin sheet covering it. Carrying it carefully, he set it down upon the ground between them smiling. You have not answered my question though. Why do your people not make formal connections with the Dowagers court?
Thread: Dawn of the Aweless Age

She couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke of of campfire and children's tales. She had heard them as well growing up. Stories of dragons roaming the skies and torturing children or eating them alive all in one fiery bite. His words were so elegant. He spoke with such regal form she admired his lingual skills, far beyond her own she felt. Even if this had been his birth language she still had felt she had a reasonable grasp of understanding, some of the words he spoke today though were beyond her understanding. She smiled as he exited the wagon again, carrying a large strangely shaped package. The red satin was intriguing, as if it tempted her to reach out and explore. His form just as enticing as she watched him move around with ease. For a city man he seemed well aware of his body and how to use it efficiently. She stayed very quiet while he spoke, hoping to catch everything he said and be in understanding of what it was he wanted from her. He asked again regarding their connection to the Queen. She smirked and shrugged. Her bare shoulders shifting up and down against her heavy bow. We are not a formal people. She said as simply as possible. It was clear he would want more, but she did not know how to explain it. She did not wish to reveal to much, did not want him to know that they were fearful of the monarchies abuse and that they figured joining the rest of the world at their knees at her feet was like stepping backwards in their history. Long before the Al'tikaer people had in fact been the royal subject loyal hunters, and mages. They had worked side by side with the city wonders and helped to conquest much of the land now under the current Queen's control with their savage weaponry skills. Taking on the tactic of guerilla warfare and surprising thousands of unsuspecting enemy troops. She shivered at the imprinted memory deep in her psyche. She had been told by the wise woman that she herself had led a charge in a previous life, that had helped to turn the tides of war. Her spirit that day had been marked as head hunter of the tribe earning her a place of respect for eternity. Now it seemed she may be destined for more...
Thread: Oh brother (closed)

Lance was in love with Lily his younger sister seemed a lost cause unable to deal with the world she lived in. After the death of there wealthy parents she sank into a fantasy life waiting for a prince that would never come. Look my friends are coming over so I want you to wear some real cloths she was worse then a Goth dressing in cloths that no longer fit the young woman she had become. They both did not fit her new size and were not appropriate for any girl older then a middle school student. His friends were mocking him again for not having more then one girl it was well known he was not as active as the other. Come on you know you can get blue balls and have them fall off The friends members of there own sex club more then once tried to entice both twins into there circle. He smiled he wanted to say that was not into that of course that was a lie. Look you should know that I have my eye on someone one of the boys gave his sister a slap. yeah someone
Thread: Oh brother (closed)

yeah sure the clothes were tight though they were what she liked. She stuck her tongue out at her brother. What the hell else do you expect me to wear this is what I have! she blinked. Then his friends came in the door, loud as usual. She never much liked them They always hit on her and touched her. Her brother never even tried to stop them. Just because my brother is a pain in the ass doesn't mean you get to rag on him all the time. she said then jumped scooting away as her ass was slapped by one of them. ewww keep your hands off of me creep. she hissed out.
Thread: Oh brother (closed)

He laughed they also ragged on each other it was how they decided who ran the pack the one who was the toughest got ragged on the least. Can you get us some food and drinks he asked her with a smile if she tried to leave the group would get in her way blocking any escape, all hope of getting away unfucked quickly vanished. then you can serve us some of his friends were already drunk eye humping his sister like a piece of meat. if anyone was going to have her it would be him she was his sister after all. Standing up he followed her to the kitchen staying close enough to her to smell her hair and feel his groin against her ass. I told you tonight you are serving us you are our slave there is no escape
Thread: Oh brother (closed)

She half thought her brother was joking but at the same time was becoming unsure. She squirmed and pushed at his shoulders as they walked towards the kitchen. She whined. Stop it your embarrassing me! she hissed once they were in the kitchen. She had never struck her brother before but when she felt his groin against her ass she spun around and her fist came up and unless he moved out of the way quickly her hand would connect with his jaw with a loud SMACK. sorry I have been so busy! I am back now!..I think. might be a bit slow
Thread: Oh brother (closed)

He watched her slowly move her around and connect with his face he hardly felt it land You know that almost hurt One of his friends were standing up they all wanted her an until now he had kept them off of her. Guess the cherry pie is ready He laughed moving slowly. can you believe that she hit him the little slut gives it out to everyone but not us He laughed it funny he wanted a reason to hit her or fuck her now she was giving it to him You know I let you hit me the first time but the second will cost you He held her hand up and back forcing it behind her back. He then kissed her on her mouth he waited for this for a long time till she was old enough. Now sister what will you do to stop me his friends were walking at first it was all meant to be a joke but now he could not turn back. One of his friends was trying to take of her shirt. His friend now stood behind his sister holding her arms he smiled things were only going to get worse.