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There is heat within the room of Leon’s domain. One that forces his body heat to quiver with sheer and utter delight. So much so that shivers not of coldness or brittleness but of soaring power spark down his spine. That is the sensation of how he feels once inside his favorite masonry. A right hand brings down to the lower back of Robin’s back. The submissive man’s back is covered in claw marks which turns that pale, toned flesh of his to a peachy red color. Even so, that did not stop his nails from digging into the man’s skin while his boney hips bash into Robin’s backside making his bubbly rear jiggle in a rhythmic motion. Both of them share a lustful and peering moan that travels throughout the empty space of the room. Leon’s right-hand grips the sheets of the cot that both men are on. Between his fingers he clings to the black blanket, pulling upon it which forces his body to impale Robin’s even harder than once before. Flesh mesh together as if they are one person molding with t
The Dark Below Chapter Eleven
The winds of the Circle are more like shifting sands of time. With each bellow of the breeze reaping along flesh and bone tears asunder of coldness but yet stability. Among the city of the devoted magical users, there is this freezing sensation of wind and water. It’s a morning unlike anything and everything all at once. This is the true home of vision of those that follow the path of an arcane user. The correlation between frost and morality is just. The workshop of the circle provides a clearer and consist learning experience. They tend to use the magic bestowed upon them in correlation with plantations, often growing food and tending to live cattle. On the opposite end of the workshop, the magically usages go to experimentations and invitations. The smell of oil often carries within the frosty winds of the Circle and laps to the other tower in which the workshop is connected via bridge. Harsh and strict, these were the words that describe the world of the Barracks. Mo
The Dark Below Chapter Twelve
The dreadknot crash site is like the mix of nature coiling around the broken metals and glass shards that made up the massive ship. Even though the giant ship is still in one piece and broken down, there are points of the vessel that are ripped off that make the crash sites foundation. Teal grass and vines circle around each piece of metal, trying to drag down the material that is separated from the ship within the core of the island, however the foreign material keeps the minerals a float and instead of sinking down like everything else, the land is corotating with the dreadknot itself as well as the debris that is spread out. On top of the huge worn and torn ship is a group of orcish people. There is a fire that is burning in the middle of the controlled deck of the dreadknot. A smoky trail looms over the sky of the wildlands, as this is a new fire and the smoke is still clear, the air has yet to corrupt the living blaze with is plague. Around the fire is an orc woman that has worn
The Dark Below Chapter Thirteen
Winds of the cultivating Sky World spread like a rabid fire unchained by men or monsters, but these winds provide the sale of Salavanta’s ship. The stormbellow of the cloaked ship roars with the coming rain. Sounds of both elements mix and mash together like harmony gushing over a waterfall. The Translucent Sun is a one-of-a-kind ship made to cloak and under this ability birth from the arcane and technology, the ship moves faster by keeping the stormbellow at just enough power to float and turning the jets off. With the wind and rain picking up in the air, it is easy for the ship to travel faster within Sky World, but even more impressive is how silent the vessel is without the use of extra power propulsion and bare minimum gravitational support. A lot of the time the Sun moves over multiple ships without being detected this also made it hard for pending loyalists to find and capture the pirates that are on board. For there are a finite of people on the Translucent Sun. First, Salavan
The Dark Below Chapter One
A pale streak of moonlight illuminates a withering tree. It’s said that the Wildland’s beauty is sublime, but now the uncaring hands of darkness linger through these woods. Even with the lively leaves on the trees and beautiful shades of brown that make up the trunks, something is off. Bracts descend from the trees, but before the cotyledons hit the forest grounds, the pads turn into nothing, molding away out of existence. Some of the bark from the tree trunks wavier from the cold winds. A piece blows off, and the husk falls on the bright teal grass. The woodchip wilts away, and the dirty brown plank remnants flow in the air like smoke from burning bodies. This haunting land smells like rotting flesh with the absence of human life conflicts with the new natural order of its surroundings. This forest of horror houses death, and when one’s life flashes before their eyes on the brink of the end, one will know that even death may die. A paw steps on the messy ground between the dirt and
The Dark Below Chapter Two
“The world as we know it is gone. The tide came from death itself and swallowed our land. Through the power of our mana and our inventions, we have lifted the last remnants of our countries in the darkening skies and within the blackened realm of the heavens, we shall survive. Rather if you have aligned with the creatures that have forsaken our lands, split apart from our hovelled society, or turn to the life of piracy, it is my hope that we as man, orc, elf, and all the god creatures survive the dark torrent. Now go home. Spend time with your loved ones. Tell them that everything is going to be okay, we will survive the oncoming darkness and bask within their shadow and thrive.”- King Broadrick Jalafay, the Oath Keeper of Kales. Kales was once the capital of a beautiful western continent known as Obis. When the old ones braced to the surface of oceans, a flood swallowed the land. Before the rising tides could fully overrun Kales and a handful of other cities, human and
The Dark Below Chapter Three
A farm sits on the outskirts of Ny'thal, a country shadowed by blackness. In the abandoned grange are animals. A large gathering of chickens and cows but mostly these animals are sick or already dead. Upon the plantation rest several piles of animal bodies. The stacks of chickens look like they are corrupted. The veins have been pulled away from within the carcasses as if being heated to the point of meshing their insides, but not enough to boil and cook. Their eyes are black and match the same wavering dark cloud color that cast a shadow upon the hellscape of the floating land. Their bodies seem twisted and mutilated. Some of the innards of the polytree are not organs at all. Gravel and veins spill out from the foundation of the piles with blood providing the haunting mixture. Some of the chicks even had mushroom and spoiled bone fragments mixed in. The cows shared the same fate. Their eyes bleed a black liquid that smells like waste. The empty spaces of their stomachs are filled wit
The Dark Below Chapter Four
Within an open field rest a pillar of oaken wood. The alter stands high above the ground as if the importance of such a construct demanded an audience that looms just below it. The Jakalorn culture has deep roots with the goddess of the blight. The blight is heaven to the Jakalorn and building a pyre to the unending sky is the way to pay respect when a member of the ruling clan perishes. At the very point of the wooden tower rest a bed in the shape of the Jakalorn insignia and upon that wooden bed is the body of the king's first and only born; Varick. On the ground level of the plain is Malakai and his beloved Ellensandria. Behind him are a plethora of other dark elves to show their respects. The help from the castle like the masonry and other slaves. Other scouts that were in Varick's unit are there as well along with other soldiers. Malakai holds a torch in his hand while everyone else has a rose. Roses are the payment for Fae and the fire is the method of travel. The sun burns brig
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