Everything started to fall apart and hell began while he was in a personal heaven he didn’t know he had until that moment.  He had himself buried deep, and fucking Alapha while a good group of people watched, including the woman’s younger sister.  Bethatha was using her own fingers to take the place of his as he gave her sister so much attention.   The heaven was especially hearing the way she moaned and screaming in pleasure, and the way her voice with each one seemed to sound like music.  And how all the others around were watching it all happen.<br/><br/>It all ended though with the first scream that was not in pleasure.  That drew his attention enough from his sex with the girls, and pulled his attention up to the city.  The fires that were not from the light of the ‘streets at night, or hearth fires.  They were too big, and too obvious on the smoke.  And the screams.  He knew that sound, even if it was from birdlike voices.  Screams of death  and panic.  It was enough to turn him  off completely.<br/><br/>Immediately he pulled out of Alapha and off the bed into the water to clean himself off fast, only in there for a few seconds before he climbed out in a rush.<span style="color: seagreen">“Ladies.  Fun is over, Your city is under attack.”</span>He said horridly as he was grabbing his cloths and pulling the mail armor that was brought down for him.  He pulled the colorful shirt and his pants on, though no undergarments because he knew they were still covered in the fairy gunk.  He had been so slow and tortuous with teasing the girls, and yet he was able to so quickly turn off his desire for sex.  This wasn’t the first time he had to.<br/><br/>While listening to the screams, and he was pulling the mail on over his cloths, he looked around and glanced at those that had been watching him and the girls.<span style="color: seagreen">“All of you.  Run, fly swim or whatever, but get out of here.  Don’t go back into the city.  Disappear into the trees, go to wherever you think your people would meet after a crisis.  But do not go back into the city!  It sounds like a slaughter…”</span>Darion said, half yelling and getting his point across with the grave tone in his voice.<br/><br/>Looking at the two girls he had been with in bed, of course they would be scared as he was sure they all could hear it now since the screams of their sex wasn’t interrupting it.<span style="color: seagreen">“Can you two help me with my armor?  I need it on as fast as possible.  And then I need someone to take me up there.  To where my group are.” </span>He asked as he was finishing pulling the mail on followed by unbundling his plate armor and the belts of his weapons and his round shield.<span style="color: seagreen"><i> ‘this is taking too long.’</i></span>That he thought to himself as he was pulling the plate gauntlets and breast plate onto the bed, next to his sword before he sat down to pull his greaves on.<br/><br/>This was taking too long.  it sounded like a slaughter up in the city, and his first thoughts were for Verita, the innocent girl who had saved him from her own village.    from what he knew about her in their travels together, she would not understand what was going on.  she would be helpless, and easy prey in such a slaughter.  he needed to get to her now!  and it was taking too long to get his armor on.  He hoped one of the birds would be brave enough to fly him up there before running.  He had no idea of any other way up the village.  he couldn't climb the tree trunks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>