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[18+]  Dare I

Offline Pendalence Sep 12 2020, 1:39 PM
#1
  • Corzya
  • Age: 58
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Captain
  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: Adel
125 Mana · ?
Quote:For Day, marked mature for his thoughts/dream.

Blood rolled off his sword, swallowing his hand in the crimson river. Icy blue eyes stared back at the lifeless eyes of the Dire who once betrayed him- slowly their glow diminished and his lips twitched into a half smile. Whether for the enjoyment of his death or the enjoyment that he finally felt warmth in his hands- he wasn't quite sure.

There was a crack behind him. Sticks perhaps? As he spun on his heel his chest was met with a spear, and it dug deep. Deeper until he could feel it grinding into his shoulder blade. Wincing, Pen couldn't move.

In a panic, the half-ling male abruptly sat. Heart pounding in his chest. Heaving- his first reaction was to grab for his steel he already retired. Fingers grasped the dirt and he glanced at the dirt in his fist curiously at first. Then released it into the ground with a simple sigh. Glancing down at his barren chest and reaching for his long sleeved shirt, he covered the pink scars that littered his chest and back. Fuck I need a goddamn drink. A thought as he sat on the fur bed mere inches off the ground.

The Captain hadn't been here in Coryza for longer than a few weeks, yet somehow it felt like months. What with reoccurring nightmares and dreams of battle. Often times he was found drowning his lonesome self in a bottle of the finest booze that money could buy.

Money. Fuck. Reaching for the sack he jangled the last of his coin- here with him- in his satchel. Enough to feed his habits for a week or two. Then the half breed bastard would need to set out and retrieve more of his hidden bounty. Sighing to himself he pulled his boots on and exited his make-shift tent North of the city.

Preferring solidity to the bustling Mainland, Pendalence couldn't stand others. Unless he needed to get laid, or another bottle to coat his insides. It would seem as though today was one of those days. Needing- not wanting- the sweet nectar to drown his acidic memories away and give him enough courage to seek out a partner for the evening. Maybe. Who knew at this point.

He was gruff in shape but still handsome, as he approached the water covered town on a dock he stopped to peer at a avian in the skies. Standing like the behemoth of a man he was. Whispers and skittish feet were all around him- however, at this moment he relished in the beauty of the world. For once, all didnt seem lost.
Offline Eirik Sep 12 2020, 8:55 PM
#2
  • Corzya
  • Age: 20
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Eximius
  • Rank: Servant
  • Total Posts: 131
  • Played by: Day
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Eirik had earned the freedom to walk on his lonesome across the docks of Gibrantt. It had been a long journey for sure, and often he had to stop to wonder what had led him here — but if he thought on it too long, he might fall down a hole he couldn’t rise from. So he walks, and gazes out upon the cold ocean. Seagulls squawk; their shadows fall over his face. Corzyan natives walk to and fro. At this time of day — and at this location — there aren’t many, however, but he walks ever longer down the dock, unafraid. He was eximius, after all. Few would dare to harass him, servant or not.

Interesting figures weren’t all that uncommon in Corzya, who drew all sorts. Criminals were aplenty. They’d a rough look about them. Scars, dirt, torn clothing. Glass eyes, missing limbs…that sort of thing. Few were as tall as this one, though, standing out over the docks. And Eirik could tell this one was Dire. His Wolfbane pings.

Before Eirik was much more alert to the ping. He was first-gen; the Hunt was programmed into him, making his pupils blow out at the sight of one of the wolven folk, making his slow heart pick up, filling him with a sort of trembly trepidation and anticipation — jittery almost. But recently he’d been much more exposed to Dire. His reaction was muted. The ashes lay dull, unlit. The small physiologic signs were still there, though, if only slightly. His pupil dilates and his ears lift.

The smell is the next thing that hits him. Dire had a unique smell ’tis true, but it wasn’t that that interested him. This stranger smelt like the wild. He’d a pair of pelt-trousers, and he’d the natural ‘musk’ of flora, fauna, wild things. Eirik breathes him in, and finds it nostalgic, for not too long ago he had lived a wild life, too.

“How fares the winter,” he dares to say. “Is it harsh?”
Offline Pendalence Sep 12 2020, 9:50 PM
#3
  • Corzya
  • Age: 58
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Dire
  • Rank: Captain
  • Total Posts: 2
  • Played by: Adel
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Quote:My Wolvish translator isnt loading so I just did it in bold and italics. !:3


Pendelance stood silently. For one moment everything was silent. Even if there was idle chatter in the background, right now, he was listening to the gulls flying above and the crisp breeze as it stun GB his skin from the shores. Icy blue eyes took in their landscape before him, before gently closing. Relishing in the darkness of his lids.

The Dire in him sensed the intruder on his alone time before he even spoke to him. However; the second the male spoke to him, his eyes snapped open. Studying his face he took in the youthful male and studied his features.

Young, cute, pretty hair and those eyes. Eximius. A grumble erupted out of his throat and he shifted on his feet, looking down at the man. How old was he? Didn't he know talking to strangers was a death wish? Then again, here in Coryza it was normal for their kinds to mingle. While he was Dire and the one who hunted his kind (hell even him) was standing in front of him- he couldn't react on his instincts.

At that moment he folded his large arms over his chest revealing a peek of his pink scar in the middle of his collar bones. Winter temperature is cold, not bad. Not harsh. What is it you seek? Who are you? Wolvish was spoken to the young man who may or may not understand the language, and he clicked his tongue impatiently.