[<u>En Route to the Frozen Seaway - Genji and Kyra</u>]<br/><br/>See Each Other's Posts for Now.<br/><br/><br/>[<u>Glacial Caverns - Kaze and Whitey</u>]<br/><br/>See Each Other's Posts for Now.<br/><br/><br/>[<u>The Ancestral Steppes - Sonya</u>]<br/><br/>The bowgunner stirred, groaning as motion gave life to stiffness and soreness brought on by the violation, coughing up Jaggi seed but thankfully nothing to suggest she'd been injured beyond the obvious signs of violation.  "S...  Sonya..."  She managed to whisper weakly, she hadn't been able to scream around the Jaggi claiming her throat, leaving her voice somewhat less scratchy, though her throat was likely not much less sore all things considered.  What kept her from speaking further was more attributable to the strangeness of the whole scenario that her mind still struggled to reconcile with it's truth.  She'd been raped, taken against her will, and enjoyed it despite everything, Sonya had at least been given a taste of the possibility before with the Seltas, but Nat had no such prior experience, and this had been much more intense than anything the insect could have given her.<br/><br/>As they both struggled to gather themselves, they were interrupted by the soft squeak of wheels, and a scattering of eyes that gleamed in the silver moonlight as a group of felynes approached cautiously rolling the cart with them that proved to be the source of the squeaking.  The two girls found themselves surrounded by the small cats, many of them morosely apologetic at not having been able to get closer while the monsters were still around, helping them slowly make their way to the padded cart so that they could be taken back towards camp and treated for their stiffness and scattered injuries.  A few of the nimble cats were even grabbing at the tattered pieces of the girls armor, promising to repair or replace it by morning so that they could continue the hunt if they wished, while a handful of others collected what they could from the many Jaggi the pair had slain in their furious battle.  Even if they had been brought low by the end of it, their tactics had still let them bring down two-thirds of the tribe after all, and that alone was enough to warrant reward from the guild.<br/><br/><br/>[<u>The Port City of Val Habar - Alistair</u>]<br/><br/>"Isn't it though?~"  Helena took a slight step back and motioned to Alistair, reaching to the clasps and straps that held the lower half of her armor in place and motioning for him to reach under her arms to undo the upper half of the same.  "Why don't you help me get out of this and I'll give you the full tour?"  Beneath the armor she was wearing a protective underlayer but while it covered quite a bit, it was made of some stretchy monster hide that proved quite skin-tight on her, leaving little to the imagination.  "And right over here you'll find my bed, and me~"  She grinned again, clearly enjoying the build-up.  "Wearing just a little too much clothing it seems...  you should probably do something about that..."<br/><br/><br/>[<u>Everwood Hunting Ground - Kojirou</u>]<br/><br/>The footsteps drew closer, and in the darkness, Kojirou struggled to see.  It was black on black, shadows in shadows, and yet, there was a sense, something was close, right near him.<br/><br/>The only question was, what, and why hadn't it attacked yet?<br/><br/><br/>[<u>The Port City of Val Habar - Ameria and Wyn</u>]<br/><br/>The crowd parted at the raw fire and purpose with which Wyn moved, a handful of angry shouts following her but mostly vanishing into the hubbub of noise of the other hunters in the hall.  With the way she'd drawn attention to herself though, something of a hush fell as she very deliberately spelled out the words on the notice.  Whether or not she'd wanted it, she was drawing attention now, and while victory would be a great boon to her notoriety here, failure would be all the more potentially humiliating with so many eyes on her.<br/><br/>High risk high reward indeed, in other words.<br/><br/>The Guildswoman had a look of affront to match the startled cry of the man Wyn pushed out of the way but that softened surprisingly quickly at the mention of the Basarios.  "Yeah?  You look up to that sort of thing, you have a team?"<br/><br/>While Wyn made her moves, the man Ameria spoke to seemed nervous, especially as he put together that Ameria and Wyn were sort of planning on the same hunt.  "Uh...  Y-yeah...  Don't know how much help I'll be, but I can try!"  It was a weak acknowledgement, but it was an acknowledgement at least, which brought their motley crew to three total, now if they could just get one more...<br/><br/>All eyes were on them, and more hunters had arrived since, there was plenty to choose from, men and women alike, though most were newer hunters, wearing Jaggi or alloy armor with only a handful of missions under their belt.  Only three stood out, a woman in blue armor that seemed trimmed with naturally golden fur and showed off a fair bit of skin on the midriff and thighs with a longsword strapped across her back, a tall and slender girl with angular off-white armor and a needlepoint rapier at her hip along with a small round shield across her back, and a man in thick red plate, wielding a great heavy sword and shield.<br/><br/><br/>[<u>The Everwood Hunting Ground - Dust</u>]<br/><br/>"N-next time..."  Vianna's repartee seemed to waver and flounder though as she struggled to maintain coherent thoughts.  Even battered as she was the dust she'd inhaled was seriously fucking with her system, and her body was demanding satisfaction.  Fumbling and desperate, she managed just barely to unlatch the faulds of her armor and push down her bottoms, fingers eagerly diving between her legs.  She couldn't gather herself enough to move any closer it seemed, but she had more than enough strength to pleasure herself, and he didn't seem like the type to do that normally, and while he couldn't see it, Dust was wise enough to women to know the wet sound of her pushing two fingers into herself for what it was.<br/><br/>Had she the voice, she probably would have begged him to take her some more, but her breathing was similarly scattered, and she was doing herself no favours getting it back as she found herself moaning and gasping as she helplessly pleasured herself, a humiliated flush of arousal splayed across her cheeks.