With the Bantioc Imperial Navy flying on a non-stop basis, shifts can last from days to weeks with all the officers and their CO's standing idly by their posts, staring or zoning out on their consoles while the chatter of the CIC mask the shuffling of the fleet admiral walking with the chief communications officer to a more private section.
"Chief, You know the Bantioc Naval Policies." Said the Flt. Admiral as he slid off his coat.
"Fleet Admiral, sir, I understand the rules and regulations to the punctuation, but this is something I ask-, no, beg of you to do, sir." Replied the Chief Comm Officer as he unbuckled his belt.
"... A word of this gets out, and you'll find yourself demoted to Cadet, on board the Refuse Ship Shard of Glory." Said the Flt. Admiral while slipping out from the last bits of his clothing.
"Sir, not a word, Fleet Admiral, sir." Whispered the officer, sniffing the musk of the commanding officer, waiting in desperate anticipation.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Galivas Waterfront Romance
With Winter's cold fingers caressing the green moss of the early spring rocks, love is in the air. Water rushing down the cliff face, thundering into the pond below, the crunching of twigs and leaves muffled by the hushed laughter of two warriors, one fidgeting with the other's chest. Whispers to the ears, deep rumbles of content, and jingles of metal, the two finally arrive to a secluded world.
"Xyro, may I have the honor to be with you for life and death?"
Whispered as he gently squeezed and caressed his mate
"You finally ask after all these years. You know my answer."
The other replied, toying with the tail that exposed his manhood.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Galivas Courting
It's deep into the winter season, yet the halls were quiet when expected of loud grunts and deep moans. Having trouble finding his mate, the alpha did what he'd thought he'd rarely do: offer up the closely guarded view to convince his love that it's time to get intimate.
Something I've been wanting to try out pose-wise, and hey, Xyrobutt.
Something I've been wanting to try out pose-wise, and hey, Xyrobutt.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Halavan The Living Mountain Ji San
It's only been half a century after the discovery of a race long dead from a time before the current era. The Bantioc expedition team expected only to find ruins and rich veins of valuable rare metals within the Ruined City of Taepan. What they encountered, was something even more valuable than all the riches of the world: Dae Yongs.
These giants of the past were thought to be extinct. Records from the Grand Archives document their conquest throughout the planet until a devastating, virulent disease began systematically wiping cities after cities. From such violent nature of this plague, it was commonly accepted that they would have died off if not from the actual pandemic, then from the sudden and harsh collapse of infrastructure.
Yet what the Bantioc expedition team found were living, breathing Dae Yongs, reviving each other from the long, isolated hibernation they subjected themselves to in order to escape the complete destruction of their race. These Dae Yongs weren't feral, nor where they disorganized. Systematically waking each other, already assigning positions in their social classes, everything was planned out for the race knew: in order to survive, everything must be preserved.
Of those who survived the devastation was a jolly, relaxed, ancient monk of his race: Ji San. Born attuned to the very land built and rebuilt over the eons, he took the role of guarding what will become the future land of his people. The old world he once knew is no more, but the history of the land can never be erased even with all of what has happened. But the Grand City of Taepan is being rebuilt; the five orders of Earth, Fire, Metal, Water, and Wind are restructuring themselves to what was once their pinnacle of power.
"The earth always has a story to tell. you must have the ears to listen to her to grow."
Ji San, The Earth Mountain explores the new world, with the powers of an Earthborne monk at the palm of his hand. Heeding the calls of crying land to fertilize and renew the desolate soils.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Galivas Of Beasts and Men
A low growl quelled the silence following the laps and clinks.
Slowly but surely, the sounds of a wet and tight ritual resumed. Only this time the blissful rumbles and moans growing louder into the night.
- Carnal Nights of Beasts and Men
So it turns out, Xyro likes to surprise me with an occasional visit without my permission into my room. although, if he keeps this up, I might keep the door unlocked.
11/11/2015 I foresee a +1 to the count of Orgasmic Xyro Roars
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Aoion The Courier of Death
"With his final breath, he asked the Courier, 'Why, why would you take the only chance for me to repent?'
"and the deity rolled the handle of his focus about within his palms. 'You've had your chance for a long time. I'm just here to do my job, just like you were before you decided to follow a different path. your end wasn't predetermined, it's just that your bell rang loud enough for me to come get you.'
"He finally sighed, releasing his tension as the last of his strength slipped away, the bloodied blade slipping out of his grip, into the pool of his own blood. 'Tsk. always making a mess before I come to pick them up. C'mon, you lazy sloth, get up on your feet and let's go for a walk.'
"His eyes opened, his strength ghostly echoing through his body as he gets up to his feet. 'I was wondering when you'd come get me, I'm sick of this blood thirsty world.'
'So am I. Let's go have some fun, your brothers are waiting for you, both the living and the dead.'"
Seibar, the Courier of Death
"and the deity rolled the handle of his focus about within his palms. 'You've had your chance for a long time. I'm just here to do my job, just like you were before you decided to follow a different path. your end wasn't predetermined, it's just that your bell rang loud enough for me to come get you.'
"He finally sighed, releasing his tension as the last of his strength slipped away, the bloodied blade slipping out of his grip, into the pool of his own blood. 'Tsk. always making a mess before I come to pick them up. C'mon, you lazy sloth, get up on your feet and let's go for a walk.'
"His eyes opened, his strength ghostly echoing through his body as he gets up to his feet. 'I was wondering when you'd come get me, I'm sick of this blood thirsty world.'
'So am I. Let's go have some fun, your brothers are waiting for you, both the living and the dead.'"
Seibar, the Courier of Death
Monday, September 21, 2015
Bantioc Above the Clouds
Autumn has rolled over on the northern hemisphere; leaves are changing their colors, the air is getting crispy cool, and schools have opened their doors.
"What's school like, Mr. Roh?"
"It's a place I've learned to put a happy face, make lots of friends, and planned world domination... When I was your age."
"Really? World domination?"
"Haha, Sort of, it helps when you've got friends in every corner of the world."
The engines continue to purr, the winds whistling past the mast, and the city ship of Godsend's port coming into view.
"Your first day of school. Remember what I told you, make friends, and tell me anything that you want to talk about."
"What's school like, Mr. Roh?"
"It's a place I've learned to put a happy face, make lots of friends, and planned world domination... When I was your age."
"Really? World domination?"
"Haha, Sort of, it helps when you've got friends in every corner of the world."
The engines continue to purr, the winds whistling past the mast, and the city ship of Godsend's port coming into view.
"Your first day of school. Remember what I told you, make friends, and tell me anything that you want to talk about."
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