Adventurer Male Fantasy Outfits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When I opened them, I saw the rider emerging from the smoke and sand with an unbelievably crazy aura. He was a tall figure all decked out in a black helmet, black leather jacket, gloves and steel-enforced boots. His arms, chest and neck were covered with tattoos. In fact, every body part visible to my eyes was heavily inked. My heartbeat accelerated as he pulled off his helmet, revealing himself. My jaws almost dropped. I’d never seen such a handsome specimen before. His long, dark hair was tousled from wearing the helmet. He shook it off, vainly, tucking strands behind his ears.

He crouches in front of me, knitting his fingers together while resting his elbows on his knees. “Your uniform looks stupid,” I grumble. “I’ve been told women love men in uniform.” “You look like an underfed dragon.” It’s true, in my defense. Black, thick fabric envelopes him from his neck to the tips of his toes–every inch of him covered in strange scales of a depthless onyx. Leather armor covers his chest, forearms, and thighs. It hugs them like a glove, which makes sense, given that all of this is possible because of a pair of black gloves.

He stretched out in his maroon suit and headed towards the back of his tent, where a stack of locked boxes held his wares. “What are you ladies in the mood for today?” He asked. “Are you wanting something outer world? I have some beautiful jewelry I bought from the werecats in my travels. Golden dwarven eggs, who knows how they were really made? Rumor is dragons have been hatched from them…” Arcadia’s eyes lit up, and it seemed that she would eagerly spend all the coin in this tent. But she merely shook her head, “No, I am looking for some clothes suitable for traveling or even fighting.”

“Don’t do anything reckless.” I took his hand and laced my fingers through his. “Me? Reckless? That’s so unlike me.” He looked at me like he wanted to kiss that sass right off my face. And maybe also the hand holding his. We played the part well. Him, dressed in a simple navy tunic and traveler’s cloak—his sword strapped beneath the cart, his mana tightly suppressed. Me? I wore a faded brown dress with a cream apron, a merchant wife aesthetic with the subtle strut of someone who could electrocute someone’s kidneys if needed.

But his aura still felt thick and heavy, making Anindira intimidated. ''What the heck is this... will he be my savior or vice versa?!'' Anindira screamed in her heart, ''Just look, the cold is like this, but he's not even wearing clothes! He's only wearing bottoms made of... cloth or animal skin?! It doesn't look like it's sewn?! Just wrapped, tied... is this clothing or what? Is he a native? The accessories he wears clearly show that they are made of natural materials...'' ''You're just going to stand there?!'' asked the young man in front of Anindira.

On the front of the armor there was the same spirally mark as on his hachi-gane (forehead protector) that was suggestive of a slithering red dragon. In full view of the villagers, who seemed to be everywhere they went and had absolutely nothing better to do in their homes, Temujin tried on the suit complete with extended front and back flaps, which had been influenced by the northern fashion. Next, he put on the forearm and shin guards. The finishing touch was a large obi belt, also of dragon scale. Everyone oohed and aahed at the craftsmanship and how gallant Temujin looked. “It’s a perfect fit,” the red Slayer said, confusion in his voice.

I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws. A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical alpha warrior stepping right out of a spirit legend with the hot mist floating all around my chest.

I did not expect you to have access to luxury human fashion in an outlaw compound, Dominic. We run the borderlands, Valerie, Dominic said, stepping into the room. Valerie stopped, her breath catching slightly. The man standing before her was unrecognizable. The rugged, shirtless outlaw leader in leather biker vests was gone. In his place stood a towering, imposing figure clad in a bespoke, dark navy Italian three piece suit. The tailoring was immaculate, highlighting his massive shoulders and powerful chest. His dark hair was cleanly swept back, and his jaw was shaved smooth, revealing the sharp, lethal contours of his face. He looked like a multi million dollar titan of industry, yet his da

She sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her fate in a clear tension over her, but she tried to hide it with her lofty, arrogant seat, back straight and tight, and she put one foot on top of the other with all the tenderness and femininity in pride, and she put both hands on top of each other on her legs in an honor worthy only of princesses. The door opens suddenly to enter one of her brothers, the princes, informing her of the coming of her prince, and behind him a tall, broad-shouldered young man with shiny golden hair reaching down his neck, slipping through a few tufts of lightness, and wide yellow eyes that she had previously distinguished, with a sharp nose, a sharp chin, and a blo

He was lost in thought, taking in the majestic scenery around him. He wore a flowing tunic made of rich, deep blue fabric that fell to his knees. The tunic was embroidered with gold thread, displaying intricate designs that signified his royal status. The fabric was light and airy, allowing him to move with ease in the warm afternoon sun. Underneath the tunic, he wore a white, high-collared shirt that was neatly tucked into his black trousers. The trousers were made of the finest wool, hugging his legs and accentuating his muscular physique.