Neptune

Location: Village of Ryn’tur. Rowan’s smiled widened even more when he saw Natia speaking softly to the young children, clearly more open towards them than she was towards the more adult humans. He wondered if her words would stay with them. He privately hoped so, because her words contained an important lesson. People needed to care of others, and the world around them if they wanted to create a better place for future generations. People often only looked to the immediate future, and didn’t bother looking at the long term implications of their actions. It was a philosophy that his father had instilled within him, thus Rowan was always careful about how he influenced the world around him. Even his rash seeming actions were carefully thought out. Such as his rescue of Natia. The Aequu were as much part of this world as his people were, and if he returned her to them it might help forge a friendship between their people. Although he had not counted on falling in love with her but perhaps he should have. She was beautiful, with a kind and loving heart. But if she wanted to return to her people, he certainly wasn’t going to stop her. He was brought back from his thoughts by Natia’s words, causing him to chuckle softly, “Yes… they were. Children often are. Beallator loves children.” He smiled as Baellator raised his head and snorted, tossing his tail to the side like a dog wagging his tail. He was hardly surprised that Baellator had found the encounter pleasing. Aelda were Eldyrannth horses, and they protected and cherished their children with a fierceness rarely seen in other species. He nudged the huge stallion forwards, leading him into the marketplace. At this time of day, it was bustling with activity. The calls of the merchants were even clearer than before, employing people to come and buy their wares. There was the sound of people talking and laughing as they moved around the stalls. In between the adults, children darted around as they played their games. Rowan stroked his fingers along Natia’s stomach in a comforting manner. They was no doubt going to be the most strangers she had ever seen in one place. He had Baellator turn down to the side, avoiding most of the crowds as he said, “The shop we need is just to the side here. It will be quieter in it, I promise.” He scanned the crowd again, his gaze lingering on a few figures that he recognised. One of them caught his gaze, holding it for a moment before they turned and walked off. Rowan turned back to look at the front, satisfied that the man would come and see him later that evening so that he could gather any news. His information network was quite extensive, and he hoped that the man had the information he needed. He pulled Baellator to a stop outside of a large shop, which had a broad window at the front. There were wooden mannequins that showed off lavish dresses that were incredibly detailed. Not the kind Rowan could see Natia wearing. This shop was talented enough to make him what he needed for his beautiful flower. He swung his leg over, expertly dropping to the ground. He then looked up at Natia and held his arms up with a smile, “Come on.” He said, ready to catch her so that she didn’t hurt herself in dismounting Baellator.

Rose twitched a little when Anhara spoke, stating about how they were all broken. She mulled the words in her mind, and had to concede that she could be right. At least for most people. Her family was certainly broken. It was why they needed God’s guidance to help them along the rocky path that they had been provided with. God’s love kept them going, even during the worst of times. Allowed them to endure and to keep clinging onto life in the hopes of earning a place in his beautiful Garden of Heaven for all eternity. She refocused on what Anhara was saying, that she had lost a lot to this world. This caused Rose’s eyebrows to draw up together in a slight frown. She wasn’t entirely sure if she believed the girl or not, but she decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. What could this girl had lost, to find joy and happiness in the arms of some brute? Did she really believe that he loved her? Her face and eyes indicated that yes, she believed every word slipping from her mouth. Her frown deepened slightly when the girl claimed that her father would help her understand who she was. She didn’t feel that she needed that kind of guidance. At least not from him. The only person in her mind that had any right to do that, was God. But then, perhaps this was his way of doing it? Rose wasn’t sure. God worked in strange ways, after all. She really hoped he was not allowed these monsters into her life just so that she could learn more about herself. It seemed a little extreme. Her eyes blinked slowly when Anhara claimed that she wouldn’t hurt her when they got home. To her home. Not Rose’s. It would never be a home to her. Besides, while she was willing to give the girl the benefit of the doubt, it didn’t mean that she believed everything she said. However she blinked when Anhara claimed that there was something special about her. She wanted to tilt her own head but didn’t want to mess up what Anhara was doing, “Special? How? What makes me so special?” She asked, hearing a hint of bitterness in her tone. After all, if she wasn’t so special, Anhara would have merely left her alone.

Zack remained still for a few moments in the silent room before he turned his head away and slipped off of the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him as he did so. He didn’t bother locking it. Not only was she still tied up, but he doubted she would be bold enough to come into the bathroom while he was in it. He stepped into the shower, quickly washing his body down so that he didn’t return to the shop stinking of sex. Once done, he stepped out into the shower, picking up one of the complimentary towels which he used to dry himself off before tossing it aside and onto the floor, not caring where it landed. He then walked out of the bathroom, pausing when he saw the girl before he once again averted his eyes. Wordlessly, he gathered his clothes and dressed himself, making himself look as presentable as he had before he had encountered the whore. Once he was sure he had about everything, he pulled out the money and dumped it on the side table along with the keys to the room. He then reached out and undid the restraints around one ankle before unclipping it around the second. He dropped the pole into the bag that he had brought in with him before he reached out and tugged on a piece of the knot in the rope that tied her arms behind her back. This caused it to immediately loosen and unravel and he unwrapped the rope from her arms. As he pulled it away, he could see that the skin was slightly red, with imprints of the rope outlined in it. He rolled up the rope and dumped it into the bag. He moved to remove the blindfold but paused just before his fingers brushed against it. He then pulled his fingers back, not wanting to remove it. Not out of any perverse joy. But because he couldn’t stomach looking at her eyes. No doubt filled with tears and sadness. He almost hissed to himself. He decided to leave her with it. What she did with it, he didn’t care. Whether she threw it away, or used it in her future sexual encounters. Instead, he picked up his bag, and moved to the door. Before he left, he said, “The key is on the side. You have the room for another five minutes. Use it to clean up, but return the key to the front desk when you’re done.” He then opened up the door and stepped out, hoping to never see that girl ever again.

Location: Village of Ryn’tur. At Natia’s compliments, Baellator shorted again. This time without irritation. If anything, he sounded very pleased. Rowan certainly felt a feeling of pride and happiness from the huge Aelda which amused him since despite being a warhorse, he was so susceptible to flattery. Clearly Natia’s opinion meant a lot to him, which made Rowan feel glad to know that he had become that comfortable enough to pay attention to what she said, and actually take the compliment for what it was. He then looked down at Natia when she admitted that it was scary being here and he soothingly stroked the top of her head, “Don’t worry, my love. You’ll be safe as long as you’re with me.” He told her. He looked up before looking to the side as he heard giggling children running in their direction. He saw them come out of an alley, wearing dirty and tatty clothing as if they had been playing in the streets without care for their clothes. They seemed to be chasing a ball, however when they caught sight of the three of them, they came to a stop with wide, awed eyes. One of the boys said out loud, “Wow, mister! That’s a big horse!” Another then asked, “Can I… pet him?” Rowan blinked, leaning back and causing Baellator to come to a stop, “Sure. Just don’t be too rough.” He said, watching as the children giggled and swarmed around Baellator’s head which the Aelda lowered and nuzzled the children, clearly enjoying the attention from the children. The sight caused Rowan to smile as the children eagerly petted him and eyed him with awe until a woman’s shout down the street caused them to suddenly run off, loudly giggling and thanking him for letting them pet his ‘pretty horse’. Rowan snorted, smiling a little as he watched the children run off.

Rose relaxed a little when Anhara stopped pinning her against the sink but her body still remained tense, trying to expect any number of things the girl would throw her way. As Anhara accused her of lying, Rose was about to protest that she wasn’t. However the protest died on her lips and her blue eyes widened at what the girl next said. She was struck numb by her claim. The part that shocked her the most was that Anhara had struck not only a raw nerve, but she had been absolutely right in her statement. Rose did want little Aimie back. Her family was incomplete without her. Their little angel… Rose’s jaw clenched a little as she fought the urge to break into tears. It was absolutely true she wanted things to go back to the way they were, where they were back in England in their lovely little home. But that was not to be, and not how things had turned out. She was here, with this monster. Even if she wanted her little sister back, she couldn’t. However she could remain here with her family, if Anhara would just let her go. She was drawn from her thoughts as Anhara went on to talk about how she would want to be buried alive with her father as she couldn’t live without him. That statement shocked her, and made her stomach twist in nausea. The more the other girl spoke about her relationship with her father, the more sick and twisted it became. Had he raped and brainwashed her as a girl? To make her into this mindless monster? To serve him? She felt herself go cold all over and she trembled slightly. Was this what he was going to do to her? Make her into… this? She couldn’t imagine turning into such a monster. It would mean turning her back on God and that was not something she was willing to do. Still trembling slightly, she looked up at the mirror to see Anhara’s smiling face as she giggled and moved onto talking about how to style her hair, as if they were a couple of best friends talking about how to style their hair on a day out to have fun. Rose found her tongue numb, frozen inside of her mouth. It took a great effort of will on her part to open her lips and make her tongue move so that she could speak, “W-whatever you think best…” She mumbled softly, before realising that the girl perhaps wanted some kind of opinion so she added, “Either… either would look good.”

Zack could feel all of his frustration and anger pour out of him as he came balls deep inside of the nameless whore, filling her unprotected cunt with his seed. It was a release for him, in more ways than one. The pleasure felt overwhelmingly good. But the orgasm had a cleansing effect on his emotions as well, draining away the anger towards his wife and the world. It cleared his head, allowing him to think clearer. However that meant that as the orgasm petered out, he was left with a taste of bitterness because he realised that while the sex was satisfying, it meant nothing and he had quite likely scarred this young girl for life. He tried to put that out of his mind, as he thrust a couple of times to ensure that he had emptied every drop of his balls inside of her. He then pulled himself out, looking down at her now gaping, deflowered cunt that was dripping with his cum. His cock was glistening with her pussy juices, as well as specks of his own cum. Slowly, he let go go her, not caring for anything she might say or do. He didn’t pay attention to whether or not she had cum herself. It didn’t matter. He now felt numb, drained completely as his cock began to soften from the orgasm. In some ways, he felt lighter but in others he felt heavier. He felt guilty for, once again, cheating on his wife. And with a whore he didn’t know, didn’t even ask the name of. She had been nothing more than receptacle for his anger, and he had fucked an inexperienced young woman brutally. A part of him felt quite guilty about it, but what was done, was done. He doubted a simple ‘sorry’ would suffice in this situation. He just wanted to clean up and leave, without another word. But the moment, he remained frozen on the bed, staring at her before his eyes were drawn to her red-raw arse. He could see there was a white mark, in the exact shape and size of his hand. With a soft sigh through his nose before he glanced up at the clock to see that their time in the room was almost finished anyway. They only had enough time to get themselves cleaned up before leaving. He did only rent the room for an hour, and he had spent much of that playing with her in the beginning. The sex had not taken as long as he thought it might, but then he should hardly be surprised since he had not had it in a long time. And her cunt had felt that good, that he had been unable to stop himself. Even so, he felt bad for what he did, and he couldn’t blame her for hating him for it. As he looked back down at her again, he spoke, the words slipping past his lips before he could stop them, “You’re going to make a very good whore.” He almost grimaced, wondering why he had said that. Perhaps he wanted her to hate him. That way he was unlikely to ever see her again. She would avoid him like the plague. He didn’t want to face the guilt of seeing her eyes. To see how they were after they had, had their innocence stripped from them.

Daedrin blinked slowly at his companion as he tilted his head slightly at his questions. He raised one shoulder in a slight shrug before moving back to the fire and picking up the lid of the cooking pot, stirring the porridge as he said, “There is no need to be worried about me, Izanagi. I can easily go days without sleeping before I feel the real urge to. I regularly do that in my profession, as some metals cannot be left overnight and must be tended throughout the hours. Due to how tired you were, I decided it would be best to let you sleep through the night. You were in much more need of the sleep than I was.” He pulled the spoon from the porridge, tapping it against the side of the pot before replacing the lid to keep the heat in. He then stood up and moved over to their bags where he pulled out their bowls and spoons before he returned to the fire and served them up breakfast, handing Izanagi’s to him. Once he had food, Daedrin sat back down, once again crossing his legs before he said, “You’re right in that the mine is in a cave. Quite deep within it. It will be getting a little warm, no doubt. But the ore for Kraerhil is quite elusive. We will need to take climbing gear in with us because there are a few parts where we will need to climb down.” While he could easily climb up and down himself, he wasn’t sure how good Izanagi was at climbing so it was best to be prepared. He ate a spoonful of his food before saying, “The ore itself is almost indistinguishable from the rock around it. You’ll have to be looking carefully for a slight metallic shine to it. It will almost seem to glitter when you hold a torch close to it. It would be a good idea to stick together, just in case we get lost. But hopefully the worst we will encounter are sleeping bats.” Once he had finished his piece, he finished up his breakfast and began to clear away the camp. Once it was cleared up, he saddled Daegrin again before pulling himself up onto the Aelda. He then turned and lead Izanagi along a rocky path. Even though they had been close to the mine the previous day, it had still taken them an hour to reach the cave entrance which looked quite unremarkable but it was large enough to take the horses inside but not while ridden. Daedrin dismounted and pulled out a torch before lighting it with his flint and steel. He turned and looked at Izanagi, “We will take the horses in with us a little. It wouldn’t be safe to keep them out here. Something like a griffin, or even a dragon might decide that they would make a nice lunch.” With that, he turned and lead them into the cave with Daegrin’s metal-shod hooves clicking all around them. The cave quickly became dark, with only the light of the torches to guide them. The cave went straight for about ten metres before it turned, coming into an opening where the room was wider and the ceiling higher, “We can leave them here.” He said back over his shoulder to his companion before leading Daegrin over to the side and looping his rein around an outcropping of stone. He then moved to the bags where he pulled out rope, and numerous metal spikes and a grapple hook. He then turned to Izanagi and asked, “Ready to go cave exploring?” He then grinned slightly, as he was going to enjoy this personally. He had always enjoyed exploring caves when he was a young boy, even if he got lost.

The freedom of the RP does allow you to do something like that, yes. @Temaelrin has a character in that situation. But Aura is right in that there are currently no wide-ranging events. That won't happen until my main plot starts moving. It will be involving a war that other characters will be free to fight in.

At what the fire said, one of Donovan’s eyebrows rose as he wondered what they had meant by that. Was he someone they weren’t expecting? Perhaps they were expecting someone else in the force? The figure seemed to stare at Donovan, but with the suit he wasn’t able to tell where they were staring nor what his expression was like. A fact that rather irritated Donovan, as he liked being able to talk to someone face to face rather than through a mask that hid their expressions and motives. His head tilted a little when the figure introduced themselves as ‘Mighty Action X’ before performing a pose for no reason. This quite confused Donovan and he wasn’t sure what to make of it exactly. Thankfully, the figure moved on to say that he needed to get armed and do some training. Training? What kind of training? And armaments? His Arm Computer beeped at him and he brought it up to see that there was an update that allowed him to access the weapons shop to pick a primary weapon. It also said that he could dual wield, which was a nice option to have. He began to look through the weapons, skipping over the guns. Guns he knew how to use with ease. He was a fully trained officer after all. What caught his attention was the selection of melee weapons. Some of them held no interest to him such as the mace, or a punching glove. What caught his attention was a longsword. It was quite slim, and rather basic. He could no doubt ‘update’ it as he went along. But it was the only thing that drew his attention. So he selected it and entered the customisation. He was about to simply exit but paused as he looked through some of the skins that were available. He selected one that would make the blade of the sword red in colour. He finished the customisation, causing the sword to appear in his hand. He then saw that the shop was now open and he decided to take a small browse of it. It seemed that he was right. He could improve the weapon later. Of course, he lacked the currency that this strange HeroOS seemed to be using, and he wondered how he could get his hands on some. He dismissed the shop and looked back up at the strange figure. He then glanced around when Mighty Action X clicked his fingers and made strange blocks appear around them, with some even floating in the air. He turned his attention back to the figure as they spoke, stating that they were going to start with the basics. He watched as the figure summoned a hammer like weapon, causing Donovan to tense a little before he tilted his head a little, “Alright…” He said slowly, gripping his sword with both arms. He set his feet on the ground, one slightly placed in front of him aiming straight out front. The other was a half-step behind him, turned at a slight angle. He sword was held out in front of him, tilted up at a forty-five degree angle.

Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan chuckled at her playful protestations, as that was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. She was simply adorable when she was so embarrassed. He could do it all day long, and adore that sweet little blush of hers while she squirmed. When her lips pressed against his own, he returned the loving kiss, holding her close to him before he watched her when she pulled away slightly. He gave her a tender smile, shifting his hand up to stroke her cheek in a loving fashion, “I love you too, Natia. My sweet little White Lily.” He said, thinking to the White Lillies that they had growing in the Palace Gardens and how beautiful they were, just like Natia. He also figured that she might appreciate the compliment, being so close to nature that she was. He looked back up as Baellator snorted, pulling him from his thoughts. They were approaching the gates now, which was guarded by two humans in rusty looking armour. They had shields and spears. As they drew closer, Rowan could see that they were also wearing very bored expressions. They seemed to stir a little, looking at the two on the horse. One of them looked them up and down, “Blimey. That’s one hell of a beast you have there.” He said, sounding surprised. Baellator snorted, pawing the ground in irritation at being called a ‘beast’. Rowan moved the hand that had been gripping his mane to pat the side of his neck, calming him down, “Thank you for stating the obvious.” He said, causing the man to look annoyed. The other made an attempt to be a little more polite, “What is your business here?” He asked. “We’re passing through, that’s all.” Rowan answered. The first one looked a little suspicious but the second guard shrugged and waved them through saying, “Just make sure that you obey the rules of the town, strangers.” Rowan nudged Baellator forwards and he moved into the town at a walk, his tail swishing in irritation. Rowan could feel Baellator’s dislike of being within the town, but then he couldn’t blame him. He had, after all, spent all of his life within the forest, and had avoided contact with everyone other than Eldyrannth and himself. Rowan continued to stroke his neck as he said out loud, “Don’t let it get to you, friend.” He told him. Baellator snorted again, sounding indignant and Rowan looked down at Natia and commented to explain the Aelda’s annoyance, “He really didn’t like being called a ‘beast’.”

When Izanagi asked if it was that obvious that he was tired, Daedrin just wordlessly nodded before he smiled a little when his friend said that he would go back to bed. He then turned his red eyes back out into the darkness, however Izanagi’s voice brought his attention back and he quietly listened to him. He just nodded back a little before he looked back out into the darkness. He understood of course, angels were Odium’s natural enemy. Bringing down one's enemies like that was indeed a satisfying thing. And for the demon, a little more personal as well whereas Daedrin’s motivations were more in helping his friend defend himself. So he wasn’t upset. No doubt if Daedrin encountered something so personal, Izasnagi would stay out of it as well. After a few moments, Daedrin picked up his sword again and slid it back home in his sheath. He then sat down, crossing his legs beneath him. Despite his relaxed seeming posture, he was ready to jump at a moment’s notice. Although he sincerely hoped that nothing else would disturb them this night. They had already had enough drama. It could surely wait until morning. Besides, he imagined that the chaos created by the Angels and Odium had scared off anything that might cause trouble. So he decided that he was going to take watch for the rest of the night. Unlike humans, Daedrin could remain awake for several days before feeling a real need to sleep. He had not been lying when he said that he wasn’t tired. Far from it, he was quite alert as if he had only just woken up. He turned his eyes up towards the sky, deciding to stargaze instead, while unconsciously keeping an ‘ear’ out on the world around him. So he remained as a silent statue, standing vigil over his friend. He didn’t stir until the sky began to lighten and the stars began to gradually fade out of existence. Daedrin stood up, frowning at he had been so engrossed in watching the stars he hadn’t noticed that his arse had gone completely dead from sitting on the cold, hard ground for so long. He groaned a little, stretching himself before he moved around the camp a little before he moved over to Daegrin’s pack where he pulled out some porridge meal before returning to the firepit and stirring it back to life with a flick of his wrist, risking using his gauntlets to quickly light the fire. He quickly set it off to cook, before putting the lid on the pot while it simmered. He then moved over to Izanagi and knelt beside him, shaking him a little “Izanagi, it’s time to wake up. Breakfast is cooking.” He said.

Zack’s ears perked up at the words she had screamed out, and he couldn’t help the smirk that twisted his lips, “Oh, really? Then cum, little whore! Cum around the cock of a complete stranger!” He told her, giving her another spank for good measure. His hips sped up, to the point where sweat dripped down the side of his face as he used every strength in his body to ram his huge cock inside of her. She didn’t sound as if she was in pleasure, and it made him idly wonder if she was a masochist. Cumming simply from the pain she was experiencing. Either that, or she really was a naughty little whore that liked being reminded of her position in life. He could feel the muscles of her pussy twitching around his cock, as if trying to pull his cock deeper inside of her. And he was all too willing to allow it. He could feel his own orgasm creeping up on him, and he had absolutely no intention of pulling himself up. He just hoped that she was using some kind of pregnancy protection. While he didn’t want to pull out, he sure as hell didn’t want any spawn of his being raised by a no-good whore. Although he had no doubt that she would end up with several children. All from different men. Zack moved his hand from her hip, gripping onto her hair before pulling it back so that her cries were filling the room. His own pace had begun to get erratic, and he could feel the orgasm threatening to boil over. He held himself back as long as possible, but his throbbing cock wasn’t having any of it. Her tight cunt wrapped around him felt heavenly, and it was that, that was driving him over the edge. With a low groan, he slammed his hips as hard as he could against hers, forcing his cock into the deepest part of her body. The entire length of his dick throbbed before his cum began to stream out the tip of his cock right up against her cervix. Pleasure flashed up his spine, making his vision dim for a moment as he kept himself firmly lodged within her as he filled her with his seed.

Rose flinched at the gentle touch against her cheek. It was as if Anhara had once gone through another flip in personality. She had been so sweet at first, then an absolute monster and now she was back to her sweet self. It confused Rose, and made her unsure on what to think. Was this just an act? Or was she being genuine? She couldn’t tell, and it was frustrating her. She was normally so good at reading people, but Anhara was like a whirlpool of personalities and emotions, flicking from one to the other so quickly that Rose wondered if the girl was even aware what she was feeling before she moved onto the next emotion like a butterfly moving from one flower to another. The moment she moved on, the flower was left forgotten. She wanted to shake her head, but figured that it might irritate the other girl because it would cause her to mess up the brushing of her hair, “I… I don’t want to leave my family. I’m perfectly happy with them.” Rose said in a soft, trembling voice. Her hands clenched on the sink, her knuckled becoming even whiter than before, “I-I’m sure Halie is really nice but… I want to stay here, with my family. Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She wasn’t able to stop the last questions from slipping out, as a sense of frustration caused her to ask them. She twisted her lips, clamping them shut as her eyes narrowed slightly. Her shoulders hunched forwards a little, instinctively afraid that Anhara was going to pull that horrible knife on her for her impertinent questions. She didn’t believe the other girl when she said that the bathroom was a safe place. There was absolutely nothing about the girl that made her feel safe. She wouldn’t feel safe with Anhara anywhere close to her. Not when she knew that under the friendly facade, was a monster lurking. She looked at the girl through the mirror, and saw the sincerity shining in her eyes. It made her stomach twist to know that she believed everything that she was spouting. As if she had been brainwashed into believing that she was saying. That she thought that what she was doing was for her benefit. Rose knew that her life was never going to be the same, and she was only going to be sent into a living nightmare. She sent off a silent prayer to God, hoping that he could give her strength to endure. And this was just the little foot soldier of her ‘daddy’ and Rose really didn’t want to think about how bad he was going to be.

Location: Lexi’s Camp, Southern part of the island. When Lexi arrived back at her camp, she was sweating all over and felt exhausted. The sun was relentless as it beat down on her, making it feel as if she had walked ten times the distance that she actually had. She had to hold herself back from just flopping down on the floor due to the precious water she was carrying. She carefully put the two coconut shells on the floor before placing the strange bark next to them. She then untied the vine from around her waist and put them on the ground. She reached up and stroked a finger along the little golden dragon, who let out a soft croon in her sleep. Lexi smiled at that, before she then used her twigs to coax up the fire once again. Using the sharp rock she had for the last couple of days, she gutted one of the fish and speared it before putting it over the fire so that it could cook. She then turned her attention to the water, wondering how she was going to do this. She had no fireproof container, so she had to settle with pushing the coconut containers close to the fire, hoping that they wouldn’t catch fire. After watching them for several long moments, it seemed that they were hardy enough, so she relaxed. While waiting for the water to boil so that it was drinkable, she picked up the strange bark, turning it over in her hands. She pulled another rock closer to her, brushing it clean of any sand before she broke up pieces of the bark. She then picked up another rock and began to grind it between the two rocks to make it into a fine powder. She noticed that, when ground, it even looked like coffee. She looked to the side at the water which was beginning to steam a little. She figured that she could test it out when one of the waters boiled and thus was hot enough. She sat there, impatiently waiting until they started boiling. She let them do so for several minutes before she carefully pulled them away, hissing when she accidentally burnt herself. She let one of them cool down, but with the other she dumped a couple of teaspoons worth of the bark powder into it. She then used a stick to stir it, watching as the result looked just like coffee. She leaned forwards and smelled it, smiling at the familiar smell. She waited for it to cool a little before taking an experimental ship. The moment she did, she let out a sigh of contentment. It was the best cup of coffee she had ever had, and she rather liked the faint cinnamon aftertaste. She smiled, feeling herself relaxing as she sipped at the hot liquid again. This was something she would love to wake up to. In fact, she considered moving her little camp to closer to the river so that she could be close to a fresh supply of water as well as food. Right now, water was her main priority. She turned her eyes to the beautiful ocean as she enjoyed the hot beverage.

“Damn right you will be.” Zack growled at her although this time, the growl was filled with sexual lust rather than anger. His cock jabbed down into her sweet spot as he slammed his hips against her arse again, getting much of his cock deep inside of her. At least after this, she would derive more pleasure than pain from smaller cocks as she had been well and truly stretched out. He let go of her hands with one hand, using the free one to give her a spank on the arse. It was hard enough to fill the room with the harsh sound of hand against flesh, and to leave a red mark on her otherwise flawless backside. He then gripped her hip, using it to help pull her back into him as he rammed his cock as deep inside of her as possible. He was glad that she wasn’t going to continue the whole ‘love’ crap again. It had pissed him off enough that he no longer cared about corrupting her with the pleasure. She had boundaries that she had to learn so that she didn’t overstep them. That had been the boundary for him. Not once, in each time he had fucked a whore, had he ever made love to them. He only ever fucked them, like the whores they were. Only there to serve his pleasure. To help instill that in her, he spoke between light pants, “You’re nothing but a whore. A piece of flesh for men to ram their cocks inside. You exist to pleasure us, and that’s all. You’re not worthy of love. Not worthy of sympathy or pity. Just a slut who takes our money and takes our cocks. Now moan like the good little whore you are!” He gave her another spank on the arse as he speed up his thrusts, the smack of his hips colliding against her arse filling the room, mingling with the sounds of her moans and screams of pain. His thrusts were now so powerful that it was causing the bed to rock back and forth, banging against the wall that it was leaning against. But Zack ignored that, focusing instead on the movement of his hips, drawing them back before slamming them back into the nameless whores cunt. He knew that he was unlikely to last too much longer, not with how her tight cunt was gripping his dick, but he was determined to enjoy it while he was here. After all, he doubted that the moment they parted ways, they would never see each other again.

Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan felt a little nervous when she shifted to sit herself more on his lap. His cock was almost a little semi, and he prayed to whatever deities existed that she wouldn’t wriggle around too much, otherwise he would be sporting a full hard on by the time they got to the town. But he wasn’t about to tell her to get off of him, because he really enjoying having her so close. She had such a sweet, natural smell about her that he found captivating. He leaned forwards a little and planted a kiss on the side of her neck before he raised his head and looked at the far bank as it approached. Baellator came to the other side of the river, easily walking out of the water and onto the bank. He picked up to a trot once again, moving along the dirt path that was now fully visible as it was a well travelled route. The buildings of the village drew nearer, and they could even hear noise from inside of the town such as she delighted shrieks of children laughing and playing as well as the calls of marchants for customers to see their wares. The entrance was around to the side of the wall, thus they still had a little more riding to do. His golden eyes scanned the environment around them, as was his habit even in familiar territory. But so far, there was no one else nearby that could cause them any kind of danger, so he relaxed slightly and allowed himself to relax, with a beautiful woman. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair and he said, “Not long now… we’ll probably get you a dress first, and then get a room at a tavern. I know a good place.”

Daedrin listened to Izanagi speak about how some God’s had treated him. He wasn’t entirely surprised by the story. After all, in most religions, it was always heaven versus hell. The apparent good, versus the apparent evil. Izanagi being viewed as the apparent evil. Daedrin knew that if Izanagi had actually met his own God’s, he would not be so bitter. His God’s knew that the universe was not so black and white. Ones labelled as ‘demons’ were always more complicated. They tended to take people as who they were, an attitude very rare in these times. He was drawn from his thoughts when Izanagi spoke again, stating that he would go back but before he could finish, they were interrupted when an arrow suddenly pierced Izanagi’s right shoulder. Daedrin reacted in a flash, his sword coming out quicker than the human eye could see as he planted his feet slightly wide as he held the sword up, ready to strike at whatever it was. His blood red eyes looked up to see an angel in midair, causing him to frown. It seemed that his concern that they would return for Izanagi was valid. He frowned when the angel claimed that it had been a warning shot, and he was about to protest however Izanagi beat him to it, causing Daedrin to snort in amusement. However his amusement didn’t last for long when more of the fuckers decided to come out of the woodwork to surrounding them with spears and bows. His frown deepened even further when Izanagi told him to step back. He didn’t particularly want to, especially not when he knew that he was fully capable of being able to fight himself. But then he could forgive Izanagi, for what he didn’t know. He he allowed himself to step back, but he refused to hide behind a rock like a coward, instead standing at the ready to jump in if Izanagi needed him to. He watched as Izanagi transformed into his possessed form, and hoped that he wouldn’t let things get any further than that. After all, he no longer had the Null stone just in case he went absolutely berserk. He remained where he was, watching the fight unfold starting with the downfall of the leader. The one that rallied the troops and boosted morale. After that, it was like watching leaves being blown away in the wind. They were no match for his friend. But when they tried to flee, Izanagi caught them with his Hell Chains, locking them in place before pulling one free and pinning them to the ground with his sword. He flinched a little when he slaughtered the other captives, leaving only the one alive. He then noticed a slight shift in Izanagi’s tone, and realised that before it had been Odium in control. He had almost forgotten that aspect. He watched the man interrogate the angel, before demanding the angel tell their commander to stop bothering him. At his next comment, Daedrin had to stifle his snickering to prevent himself from laughing. It was even funnier when thought of in a sexual manner, especially since angels like these saw sodamy as evil and filthy. It also reminded him of something one of his father’s had said to another, meant in a sexual fashion. It amused him to hear something so similar be said by someone so completely different. He then watched the angel flee, leaving the two of them alone once again. He tilted his head a little, shifting the sword so that the tip rested on the ground while his hand were resting on the pommel, “Go back to bed, Izanagi. It is still my watch, and I am not tired. You, however, are.” He told him.

Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. As Jake described this ‘Nexo’sinara’, Kellina tilted her head down at the wolf in question before looking back up at the Mako with a raised eyebrow, “Shit, really?” She asked in response to his description of him. To her, he looked like an Earth-wolf. Not that she had ever seen one past images she had seen in her children’s books as well as images in various databases. But then she had never set foot on Earth, so she wasn’t even sure if the species was even alive. She jumped a little when the wolf began to talk, speaking as easily as they did. It certainly confirmed his status of sentience, and there was little she could do to argue against it. But a lot of what he spoke about went over her head. She had no idea what he was talking about regarding Ascension, as to her that was nothing more than the fantasy of those afraid of what awaited them in death. So all she could really say was, “Well. Shit.” Her eyes shifted back to Jake as he started talking again, explaining the origin of these Exoenecstarr people and the fact that they were descended from people that had pretty much been kidnapped and experimented on. When he introduced the wolf sitting next to him as ‘Rougey’, she just gave the wolf a little nod before saying, “Even though I have no idea about half of what you just said, it sounds pretty fucked up. I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer to look at that shit. I’m clearly missing a lot of context here.” Her long fingers played with her glass as he explained that he was getting a new ship in a few days time. She was excited to see what this one looked like. It sounded like something that would be sexy. She really hoped that Jake would let her see the ship and, if she was really lucky, he would even let her fly it. She was drawn from her fantasies when he spoke about his Federal arrest warrants and bounties being fixed. She knew it was something that he was having a hard time with. And even though he was still shunned by his home state, at least he wasn’t a wanted man anymore, “I don’t know how you managed to pull that off. But congratulations, mate.” Kellina said, raising her glass as if in toast before sipping on it. Daniella snuggled happily into Jake, seeming far more interested in cuddling the Mako than he was in the conversation, as Kellina tilted her head back at the question of Moira. A sigh left her lips before she raised her head once again, “Where do you think? Moping around on the ship. I did offer for her to come here and have a drink but she refused, as usual. But you know her; not much of a party goer unlike me. She would much rather sit and tinker with her toys than come and have a drink with me. Which is a shame, because I had wanted to celebrate this big win with her.” Kellina said, her lower lip stuck out a little in a pout. She then sighed and said, “Ah, well. I wouldn’t want to change her, no matter how much of a pain in the arse she is. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way about me… even if she did threaten to make me clean up the entire ship with nothing but a toothbrush.” She pulled a face, “A fucking toothbrush. I’ll be old and ready to move into a retirement home by the time I’m finished.” She shuddered. Location: Command Centre (Bridge), Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Sitting in the small area that served as a small office, placed on a slightly raised platform to the side of the bridge, Captain Alexander was lounging back in his seat, his elbow leaning on the arm of his chair as he was rubbing his thumb over his fingertips as he was watching his First Officer, Karla at the main Command Console as she was directing ships in and out of the docking bay. A job that he was glad he didn’t have to do, at least not all the time. Karla was good at it, with a no nonsense approach and she didn’t allow impatient pilots to bully her. He turned his head away from watching her as the door to the command deck opened and Christopher walked in, out of uniform and clutching some papers. He smiled in greeting and said, “Hello, Chris.” Christopher approached, stepping up onto the raised platform, resting his hip against the console as he said, “Captain, we’ve got a problem.” He handed over the papers which Alexander took and glanced at. Just reading the word ‘dust’ made him sit up straight with a frown, “I hadn’t realised it had gotten out this far. Daniel is absolutely sure?” He asked. “Absolutely certain, sir. Which means there is a supplier of Dust on this station.” Christopher said, causing Alexander to sigh and lean back in his seat again, now running his fingers over his lips thoughtfully. He then pulled his fingers away and asked, “Any leads?” “No. I’m planning on going to talk to Janaea, see if she knows anything.” Christopher replied with a slight shake of his head. “Good. Do that. I will…” Alexander trailed off for a moment as an idea came to him, “... talk to someone else. See if they are willing to help.” “Aye, Captain.” Christopher said with a nod before he turned and left the command deck. Alexander stared at the paper for a few moments before he leaned towards the console in front of him, sending a text message to Ambassador Axel, asking if he was free in an hour to talk to him in his office.

I've put some information regarding the sea monster in the main RP information. This is especially helpful for @Aura, if Aurora encountered it.

The Monster in the sea If, and indeed when, a character moves too far out at sea either with a boat or through swimming, they will encounter one of three things. The best option, being the opposite side of the island. The dangerous option being a fierce storm that will push them back to the island. It has its chance of death, however it is a preferable option to the very last option. The one that will strike fear into the hearts of many. The monster that lurks within the deep. It has no name, and it acts like a mindless monster that attacks and consumes everything that attempts to leave the island. It attacks without mercy. It cannot be reasoned with. It cannot be bargained with. It will not relent. The only way to stop it, is to either escape it by returning to the island, or to attempt to kill it. But even if one succeeds in that task, another will always seem to take its place. It seemed to have empathic abilities, as it seemed to overwhelm its prey with intense feelings of paralysing fear. Those of a telepathic nature, or a good command of their emotions may be able to slip out of this first form of attack. Those that encounter it, will feel its burning hatred for everything that is not its own kind. It has an overwhelming hunger and need to consume anything living within its reach. It is relentless and will not stop. It will attack with its great tentacles and drag its victims under the water. Instead of directly consuming them, it drowns them, prolonging their life for as long as possible as it seems to delight in their suffering. Once the victim is mere moments from unconsciousness, it will drag them between its teeth so that the last thing they see is its mouth as it goes to consume them.

Location: The Wet Holes, Down Below, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. When Jake had finished his epic tale, and managing to extort a further one hundred credits from Kellina, she sat back with a frown furrowing between her eyebrows and a displeased expression, “That’s a real shame, Jakey. That ship of yours was a real beauty.” She said, sounding genuinely upset about it. She had long admired his ship, and secretly envied him for it. She had seen it in action, and it moved so flawlessly it made it look like her own baby ship was a bucket turning in space. The fact that it had more powerful weapon hadn’t even crossed her mind. It was the sheer flying ability of it. Moira was the one more interested in its specifications and the technology that made up the ship. When Kellina had told her sister about the ship, she had found herself on the end of an interrogation as her sister quizzed her on the engine technology, the weapons systems, the power distribution system and other mind-boggling terms that completely escaped her. The blonde woman glanced down at the wolf now sitting beside Jake before she looked back up at Jake, “What’s with the wolf? And what are you going to do about your ship?” She asked, leaning forwards as she picked up her long glass again only to realise that it was empty. She picked up the Keza’marakian Vodka bottle that Jen’starr had delivered to the table and poured herself out some before taking a sip. Daniella was by now contently sitting close to Jake, nuzzling his cheek against the Mako’s arm. He reached forwards, seeing that their own glasses were empty, and poured Jake out a generous drink before pouring himself one before putting the bottle down, “You’ll love this.” He then said, picking up his own glass and sipping on it. Kellina looked at him before looking back at Jake, leaning forwards a little more, “Don’t hold out on my now, Jakey. We’ve known each other too long for you to do that to me. Are you getting a new ship? If so, what one?” She asked, her blue eyes intent as she stared up at the Mako as Daniella giggled in amusement. Location: Medlab, Andromeda One, Churchill's Legacy, Andromeda Galaxy. Christopher arrived at the Medlab, the doors opening up before him as he drew closer. He saw Daniel sitting in his office area and immediately homed in on him, “So what have you got for me?” He asked, coming to a stop and leaning slightly on the console in front of him as he tilted his head slightly to look down at what Daniel was doing on his computer. The Doctor looked up at him, a look of concern etched into his features, “Chris, we have a problem. I’ve got a couple of patients in. One of them has traces of Dust in their system, and the other was a victim of a forced telepathic probe by a Dust user.” Daniel said, keeping his voice low but urgent. Slowly, Christopher stood up as a slight scowl made its way onto his face, “You’re kidding me…” He said slowly. Daniel shook his head, before he pressed something on his computer screen before turning as a few pages emerged from the printer. He picked them up, turning in his seat back to Christopher and handing it to him, “There’s all the information you need.” He said. Christopher took the pages and flicked through them, skimming over the information written there. This wasn’t good, because it meant that there was a supply of Dust loose on the station. It was a relatively new drug that had come onto the market, and thus was the first time it had appeared on the station. It originated from Earth, and it seemed to temporarily give people the ability of telepathy. Unfortunately, it also caused them to go on a bit of a power trip and they often found the closest person and telepathically attacked them. They would go through every memory of their life and relive it. It was one of the worst forms of assault as every personal moment of the victim was completely exposed to their attacker. “Thanks, Doc… I’ll go take this to the Captain…” Christopher said, ending on a long sigh. Daniel gave him a slight smile before telling him, “I don’t envy you.” Christopher shot him a dirty look, “Dick.” He accused, causing Daniel to chuckle as Christopher turned and walked out of the room with the papers clutched firmly in hand.

Location: Along with Ageon River, North of Rosayia Forest. Rowan chuckled at Natia’s reaction, as he had gotten the perfect reaction that he had been looking for, from her. He chuckled even further when she said that now wasn’t the time for that kind of discussion. He couldn’t help but to say in a cheeky tone, “You’re right. We’ll wait until we’re in a private room for that kind of talk.” When her face turned up to look up at him, he couldn’t help but to smile down at her, loving her sparkling eyes and the flush of red against her pale cheeks. Just looking down at her caused his heart to swell with love, and he was overcome with the desire to hold her close for the rest of the day. To merely seek out a bed where they could explore each other in every intimate way conceivable. But first, they needed to get to Ryn’tur. Baellator’s canter slowed down into a more measured trot as Rowan reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Natia’s beautiful face and looked down at the river once again as the buildings of the town grew closer. He then saw it, the slight swell of the river that indicated that the bed was higher than the rest of the river. Baellator, seeming to read his thoughts, trotted over the small hill before moving closer to the river. To warn her, Rowan said, “We’re about to cross the ford now, love.” Baellator slowed down to a stately walk, stepping off of the river bank and onto the ford. The river only came up to his ankle, due to how large the beast was. He then started across the river, moving no slower than a walk to voice splashing up too much water and thus accidentally soaking the two riding on his back.

Ruby scoffed slightly at the strangers snarky response. She crossed her arms across her chest as she gave him a rather distant, unimpressed look. That look disappeared however, when the stranger snapped their fingers and objects appeared around her. Her arms unwound themselves, falling back at her side as she looked around at the piles of objects. It took her a moment to realise that it looked like some kind of shooting scenario. Her eyes moved back towards the figure when he began to speak again as he said to get her geared up with her primary game armaments. Her arm computer beeped, drawing her attention and causing her to bring up her arm as the new touch screen projection appeared out of the computer, allowing her to see a screen full of weapon options. All of them being small weapons like pistols. The kinds of weapons she preferred, as it allowed her to be quick while allowing her to remain distant from an opponent. Her eyes lit up when it said that she could duel wield as well. Now that was certainly her style. She began to flip through the options that she had, almost ignoring what the figure had told her. Most of the weapons had little interest for her, such as the knives and other such bladed weapons. Instead, she kept continuing to the pistols, of which she selected one that had a good firing rate. Its damage was a little lower than the other pistols per shot, but its DPS was higher due to the firing rate. It had a sleek design that looked as if it would go well in her hands. Once she had selected the weapon to dual wield, she went to the customisation window and began to look at some of the skins. There were some that were rather boring and drap, like camo, black, green and brows. But then she came across the more interesting ones that had a mix of colours, like a vivid pink one with black stripes. Or a blue one with yellow dots. But the skins she was drawn to was one that was gold in colour, and another that was silver. As a materialistic person, the skins greatly appealed to her. She used the gold on the gun intended for her right hand, and the silver for the left. She was annoyed to note that she had no ‘money’, and wondered how the hell she got her hands on some. She finished her selection before she looked at the small figure, “Hey, shorty. What’s this money business about, and how do I get my hands on some?” She asked, not caring of the figure became offended by her language. She always made up nicknames for everyone, usually something insulting. Their reaction to the first time using such a nickname usually told her if they would be worth being a friend or not. Those that were insulted, pouted or whined were not worth her time. Someone who laughed, or stood up to her were more worthy of her attention.

Well. That's Talrin's done. Took me two days, and that's with most of it already been done. It's a long-ass read, though. Now to start working on the others.

Name: Moira Dansken Date of Birth: Earth year 2511 Age: 25 Species: Human Height: 6ft 3/4” Weight: 11st 2lbs Nationality: Kilsythian Occupation: Bounty Hunter Information: For more information, visit the profile here. Featured NPC, owned by @Neptune.