<span style="font-size: 12px">The island of Siguran was a beautiful one. One left untouched by modern society, undiscovered by modern man. Surrounded by large rock formations covered in greenery, trees that towered and soared into the heavens. The water that surrounded Siguran glittered magnificently, like a million opals had been melted down to make the ocean. The sands of the beaches that surrounded Siguran were like perfectly milled crystals. Everything about the island of Siguran was beautiful, including its people. The last of the Amazons, women more beautiful than the next. Woman that stood between seven feet, and nine feet tall. Women that were pure elegance, grace- and sexuality. <br/>
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The men were beautiful too, just as the women. Though in all regards men were completely, and utterly useless. They were the labourers, the servants and once a month when the women of Sigurans went into heat, they were a breeding partner. Though it was hardly a pleasurable experience to be bedded by a man of Siguran, their small appendages left many women of Siguran unsatisfied. So the women of Siguran often found their pleasures with each other, after all-- Who knew a woman better than a woman? <br/>
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At the head of the island of Siguran stood Queen Rhene. The seventh queen to rule Siguran, having ruled for half a century but looking no older than modern day’s depiction of a woman in her late twenties. She would rule until the Earth decided to take her, it could be another half a century or it could be another three centuries. A queen’s rule was unknown.<br/>
It was the thirtieth day of the month when the island of Siguran changed for the first time in a thousand years. A day that was like any other within Palais, the largest building stood on Siguran made entirely of sandstone that glowed in the sun as the sand on the beach did. A pinnacle of the island that housed the ladies of Siguran, including the Queen herself. <br/>
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Standing with a sea of rich fabrics in deep blues, greens and golds hugging her figure tightly yet draped elegantly, with two slits that sat high on both her legs, legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her dark hair was dreaded, with gold decorative pieces within it. Her arms were bare, though adorned ornate tattoos that followed the natural curves of her body. If it were not for her dress one might see that Rhene was covered in those ornate patterns and almost organic lines.<br/>
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At her side stood her ladies, each one as beautiful as the next- dressed in rich fabrics as their queen wore, high slits all revealing that each of Rhene’s ladies wore garters on their thighs containing a delicately carved dagger with ancient carvings carved along the blade. Weapons that were never used, but always carried in case they had to protect their queen. <br/>
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They stood in the hall of the Palais, within its grandeur interior that could put even the ancient Romans to shame. Servant men with palm leaves gently fanning the Queen and her ladies, Gods forbid any of the ladies felt an ounce of the heat that the  Siguran weather created. <br/>
“-My queen” <br/>
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Koa, one of the guardians of Siguran, spoke as she approached. Dressed in dark leathers that brought out her more feminine features whilst giving her the masculine appearance of a traditional guard. Koa was one of the faces not often seen by the queen, if she was seen it was never for a good reason. <br/>
“Out with it Koa” Rhene nodded, drawing a calming breath. Usually Koa brought news of the male population and their… Rule breaking antics. Rape, was common. After all there was only one day of the month the women of Siguran paid the men attention… Such an offence was punishable by death though not without torture fit for such a crime.. <br/>
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“-My ladies and I were patrolling our shores, when we found invaders. My queen” Koa explained before shifting “Men, not of Siguran descent” Koa added.<br/>
Rhene’s brow cocked high, into an angular yet delicate line “-Men?”. Koa nodded<br/>
“Men”.<br/>
Rhene nodded “...And where are these men now?” she questioned. <br/>
Koa breathed out before nodding to one of the other guardians that had entered the Palais alongside her “Fetch them” she ordered shortly. <br/>
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Disappearing behind the grand doors of the hall, Rhene looked to her ladies before looking back to Koa “I would be curious to know just how these men found Siguran…” she purred with a sharp smirk playing upon her lips. <br/>
“They don’t speak much” Koa informed Rhene “Far too shaken up from whatever had them coming onto our shores dripping wet I’d say”.<br/>
Rhene nodded “I’m sure I can get them talking” Rhene assured “Men truly do have the weakest of minds” she looked back to her ladies who joined her amusement with small giggles of laughter.<br/>
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It was then that the hall’s doors roared open to reveal Koa’s recent discovery. Men, clearly not Siguran men just by judging their clothing. They were not rich fabrics, nor were they… All that pretty. Well, not in the traditional sense. There was something particularly rugged about them. Though there was one in particular that Rhene’s eyes remained on as she stepped down the small steps that she had been standing on, her ladies remained where they had stood though now each one had a hand firmly on the dagger that sat high on their thigh. Whilst their queen showed no fear in approaching the newcomers. In fact she seemed unfazed by the company of strange men that had been washed onto their shores. She had the upper hand, she always had the upper hand. And when it came to men, she most definitely had the upper hand. </span>