Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth
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				Title: <strong>Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beachlover</strong> on <strong>08-03-2023, 23:44:36</strong>
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				Quercus silently padded his way down to the valley floor, his bare feet silent on dewy grass as they carried him through the campground. Well, to call it a campground would be generous. Cheap hiking tents were strewn haphazardly across the meadow as if a giant toddler chucked a heaping handful of Fruity Pebbles onto their parent’s carpet. The lean elf didn’t need to tread so lightly with the low rumble of snoring all about him, but old habits die hard. It was late morning of the second day of a music festival he hadn’t even known existed and by the sound of it most beings were sleeping off the previous night’s festivities. The event truly was a hodgepodge of inhumanity as dwarves, gnomes, elves, faries, orcs, halflings, half-humans, and some things he couldn’t identify in his inebriated state danced late into the night. This was typically not his type of crowd, but his friend Mia insisted he accompany her to the event and she was not one to take no for an answer when her mind finally seized upon something. Hmm, friend… No. Not a friend. Definitely not a girlfriend. Something comfortably in-between. Siren Mistress? Fishy Fuckbuddy? He dipped his empty tin cup into a nearby stream to fill it as he pondered the nature of their relationship. Palming the bottom of the vessel he began the trek back up the valley toward the tent they were sharing he wondered what Mia would call it. A smile creased his lips as he pondered if Mia even considered such things considering her personality. Quercus knew for a fact she did not use her siren song on him, nor had bewitched him in any way, but even so the elf realized that since their fateful meeting on the beach months ago it was nigh impossible to tell her no. <br><br>Which coincidentally why the respectable shopkeeper was wading shirtless through hundreds of sleeping revelers in a valley he never heard of at the edge of a massive redwood forest at some big secret music festival. As the elf neared a small copse of trees the water in the cup was beginning to steam, so he added a few leaves and berries he found growing about the base of the wood. Quercus placed his hand on the bark of one of the trees and smiled, patting the young growth before returning to his path. It had been far too long since he’d been out into the forest and for that he’d have to thank Mia. However, his thoughtfulness would be blunted by the slight tinnitus ringing in his ears from the prior night. Apparently one of Mia’s favorite bands was playing at this event; which, he couldn’t remember; but to him all human bands sounded the same. Not one for that kind of music, what surprised and fascinated Quercus was the energy that came over the crowd during the performances. It was impossible to avoid and he found himself being swept up as well. And he liked it. Reveled in it. His smile grew into a grin as flashes of jumbled memory came back to about the previous night. The normally affable but reserved elf had become one with the music and the crowd and the forest and Mia and the dancing and the drugs and the sex and the noise and the …<br><br>“Fuck!” Quercus swore quietly as he stubbed his toe on a half-buried metal tent stake, the tea in his cup sloshing the boiling contents over his fingers. He seemed to not notice the scalding liquid, far more upset at being distracted by his own thoughts. Grunting he wiggled his big toe and was relieved to find it intact.&nbsp; Intact. The tall sylvan sighed at his carelessness. In his youth; well, technically he was still a youth by elven standards; but in years past he would have been beaten for such a transgression. Frowning as he banished such thoughts away from this place of pleasure, his eyes alighted on the corner of a box of Pop Tarts sticking out from a nearby pack. The elf had to give the humans credit for one thing: their sweets and delicacies were amazing. Elves always had thought honey and berries were for dessert. The fools. Not sad in the least that the circumstances of his life had brought him to live in the city, Quercus had come to find he had a taste for human things; especially their food. Fortunately, his jewelry shop and his craft provided well that he could indulge in whatever cuisine the modern world fit his fancy. <br><br>Hiking higher up the valley floor Quercus sipped the boiling tea and smiled. Simple and delightful, just the way the silversmith liked it. Spying Mia’s purple tent he adjusted his course to intercept it. A grin returned to his lips as he opened it and found the siren still sleeping in the middle of it, just where he had left her before taking his morning constitutional. He sipped his tea and watched her sleep for a moment, recalling the events of the last few months that had brought them together. Never in a thousand years had he thought he’d become so thoroughly entwined with a creature such as she, but life finds a way of fostering the unexpected. A simple fishing expedition to catch fresh fish to make Meuniére had ended up with he himself ensnared. Thoroughly ensnared, especially since she was clingy when she slept. Quercus was reluctant to leave her this morning, but elves do not sleep as most creatures do. So when Mia had rolled over in her sleep and threatened to suffocate him with her ample bosom, while certainly an entertaining way to finally shuffle off the mortal coil, he instead had decided to carefully extract himself from the sleeping siren and begin his morning. Besides, his trip did bear unexpected fruit. After all, old habits die hard. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He greeted Mia half a second before the sound of the thin foil packet of a pair of pilfered cherry Pop Tarts hit a pair of melons. “Breakfast is served.” Quercus grinned, sitting in the doorway of the tent sipping his tea watching the stolen treat rise and fall with her breathing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Araedrel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2023, 02:31:43</strong>
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				Mia slept with a soundness that could only come for a being who knew complete peace. She was rolled into the fluffy blankets that she'd insisted on packing for this trip, telling Quercus that they felt "like water embracing her skin." It had made her feel like she was cocooned in the ocean and he'd simply laughed and stuffed the blankets into the rented vehicle they had for the week. She'd certainly earned her rest, given the gusto with which the little siren had partied to the sounds of the various bands. Her favorite was headlining but the Trash Pandas weren't set to go on until this evening. When she'd come across the flyer for the music festival, she'd squealed so loud she'd startled Quercus, who'd been enjoying the sun and some reading on the deck of the surf shop. She'd practically dragged the reluctant elf&nbsp; there, and had immediately become enamored with the pop up culture of the festival goers. She noticed that there was all kinds of yummy treats around, and her attention was quickly dragged this way and that as the sights and sounds fought for her notice. So she'd partaken of some delicious treats from a pretty fae who'd assured her that she'd feel nothing but good for having tried. And did she ever. Mia had danced with a frenzy, often pulling Quercus into her thrashing and grinding, while copious amounts of making out ensued. She'd felt so good that she'd climbed him like a tree, whipping her top off and sending it sailing into the crowd. Never one for modesty at any point, the siren had soaked up the praises of festival goers as they ogled her impressive cleavage. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so much, although her elven companion was quick witted and amused her often.<br><br>Mia retained an innocence that contrasted with her bold actions, especially as it pertained to land dweller traditions and mannerisms. Her way was to enjoy life to the fullest, and although her shop turned a tidy profit, keeping the siren comfortably well off, she had no real clue about material wealth and often gave things away to those she felt needed them.&nbsp; The homeless population of the town, up and coming musicians, the elderly, and children all knew the generosity of the "pretty lady" that owned Oceana. Her frequent need to reunite with the water had brought a new face into her orbit, the reserved, handsome elf she had grown to.. what was it exactly? At first, he'd been someone who'd asked her for help finding fish. Pleased that he felt she was an expert on the matter, she'd provided him with the exact fish he'd been seeking for some dish she couldn't pronounce. From that initial meeting, they'd kept connecting, at first just friends with a shared interest in sea life. But as they grew closer, she began to see him as something more. Especially once their relationship had moved from a platonic status to a decidedly "not just friends" one. She was very , very fond of the elf, finding him extremely attractive and certainly a generous lover. Sex with him was amazing, he made her feel like a goddess and she soaked up every bit of that attention with the endless enthusiasm that was the core of her personality.<br><br>The petite siren rolled over, exposing the expanse of one thigh in her sleep, a light dusting of glitter snaking along her creamy skin. A byproduct of a glitter cannon fired from the last act of the night, dousing the crowd in it. Even though she'd insisted on a dive into the stream nearby to rinse herself clean, the remnants clung, causing her to glow with an appealing sheen that was almost a roadmap along her body. As she stirred around a little more, her curvaceous form revealed itself even more. A gently arched back, her belly, flat and taut in sharp contrast to the voluptuousness of her chest, generous globes that peeked out from the blanket. And as she was lured from her sleep further by the deep, pleasantly timbered voice of her festival companion, she broke into a wide, happy smile, revealing the pointed edges of her teeth. "Good morning, Wood!" she sang, using the nickname the other land dwellers had given him. She just stared at him with a fond expression, that is until the toaster pastries hit her bare chest with the foil making a crinkly sound as it made impact. "OOOOHH, what's this?!" she burst out, clutching the packet in her hands and lowering her mouth to the edge, ripping into it without preamble and stuffing the first morsel into her mouth.<br><br>Her whole body started to shimmy and shake with pleasure as the hints of strawberry and frosting hit her palate. The following trill from her throat indicating that he'd done well in obtaining the sugary pastry for her. "Quercus this is soooo good! What's it called?" Mia thrashed off the rest of the blankets, noting that the sun was slowly rising in the sky and warmth was starting to beat down on the roof of her tent. She didn't quite wait for an answer from him before stuffing more of the yummy in her mouth, savoring the sweetness and practically devouring it, though at the end her teeth hit the foil and she recoiled, crumpling it and tossing it away. "Yuck, there's no need for metal coverings! Silly land dwellers!" Dissolving into giggles, she eyed his cup with ill disguised avarice. "Whatcha drinking? Can I have some?" Already crawling across the floor of the tent, giving a healthy glimpse of her backside. More glitter dusted across her back, butt and thighs, some falling like rain as she crossed the distance to where he was sitting. With a motion that could only be described as fluid grace, she inserted herself into his arms, between them and his clutched tea cup, her nose wiggling at the tart herbal smell of the brew inside. She lifted her eyes to his, the blue flecks more pronounced with the early morning rays, bleeding into the golden brown irises as she regarded him with that adorable expression she always had. Just for him. "Please?" she entreated, wiggling against him and pushing her softness against his warmth. He was always warm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2023, 16:37:51</strong>
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				<br><br>"You'll never save her human..."&nbsp; <br><br>The words echoed in his head as he sat there.&nbsp; Everything was dark around him so he couldn't see her, yet he could hear the rhythmic breathing of the fae as she slept.&nbsp; They had known each other for so long, dating back to college when they first met and he couldn't help but make a fool of himself infront of her continously.&nbsp; Yet time after time April had chosen him.&nbsp; He wasn't always sure what he brought to the table in regards to their relationship.&nbsp; She was the glue that held them, no, held him together.&nbsp; There was something about the fairy that calmed him to his core even when the fights in the ring had him shaken.&nbsp; Yet this nightmare, the reoccurring curse of a dream where he always lost her... was that it? Was he afraid of failing her like he failed so long ago? Was he afraid of losing her?<br><br>A slight cough from the tents other occupant, an elven woman who had most definitely "slept" with them the night before, coughed and rolled over.&nbsp; The sound brought him back as he looked over to see the two forms cuddling close together.&nbsp; The thoughts of last night's activities brought a smirk to his face.&nbsp; It was still early, almost to early, but with the nightmare still fresh he couldn't sleep.&nbsp; So with as little noise as a large mass of a man could muster, he slipped his nude form from the tent with his clothing in hand.&nbsp; Quickly dressing he stretched then winced slightly in pain and grabbed his side.&nbsp; Only a week ago he was in an mma match against a rather large and unruly dragonborn.&nbsp; For the fact of it the dragonborn should have been disqualified for having almost iron like armored skin.&nbsp; It was a close fight, one that cost Auggie a few broken ribs, yet he was triumphant in the end with an electric charged upper cut.<br><br>The physical outcome of the fight, bruises and all, had caused one hell of a fight between him and April.&nbsp; She hated seeing him near to death on a constant basis.&nbsp; Yet most of the time the fights ended with her asking what he had to prove and him asking himself mentally the same questions.&nbsp; Truthfully, what was he fighting for? What did he need to prove? This list fight between them was different though. Before she could lay into him about his broken ribs he had handed her tickets.&nbsp; Tickets to this very event, something he knew she wanted to do and the list of bands of which she wanted to see.&nbsp; <br><br>Honestly though, he had another reason for bringing her here.<br><br>Looking through the sea of make shift tents he found the quickest route to the main path leading up the hillside. He needed to find the highest spot with a view.&nbsp; Wading through said sea of tents he could see some still going at it from the drug endured orgies the night before. Another smirk crested his lips as he remembered how loud April had been. Reaching the main path he jogged upward lightly. A good early morning cardio wouldn't hurt.&nbsp; Though the physical activity did cause his side to ache, he pushed through it as he crested the hill.&nbsp; He slipped left off the path and into a small cropping of trees that rose higher yet.&nbsp; After almost ten minuets of walking now, he reached a flat open spot over looking the valley that the concert event was located.&nbsp; Off in the distance he could see feeble rays of sunshine breaking the clouds over the concert venue.&nbsp; Behind him the sky was still dark, over looking an expanse of forest.<br><br>Looking over the forest he nodded his approval as he dug his fingers into his right pocket.&nbsp; Producing a silvered ring, decorated with tiny translucent diamonds, he held it up.&nbsp; "This will be perfect, she deserves perfect," he spoke as he gulped a nervousness setting over him.&nbsp; August had it planned out. They would see her favorite bands playing for the day. Do everything and everyone she wanted to do.&nbsp; Then as evening fell, and the sunset over the forest.&nbsp; He wold ask her the question of all questions.&nbsp; It was going to be perfect, he knew it would be.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>10-03-2023, 02:47:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QtlpoHM.jpg)</div>Wakefulness came slowly to April.&nbsp; The fairy was cozy, snuggled into the arms of the Elven woman.&nbsp; She wasn’t quite as big and comfortable as Auggie, but her skin was soft.&nbsp; Even completely unconscious; however, April knew something was missing.&nbsp; Where were the strong arms which normally held her?&nbsp; The calloused, yet gentle hands which engulfed her own?&nbsp; The unmistakable sound of his restful breathing, and the scent of his soap and shampoo?<br><br>Those were the unconscious thoughts which pulled April from the land of slumber.&nbsp; The pink haired young woman slowly began to stir.&nbsp; The wings upon her back, gossamer translucent appendages, fluttered momentarily.&nbsp; A few moments later, as she stretched her arm, her wing stretched and flexed in unison.&nbsp; A short time passed before green eyes opened to regard the nylon of the tent and the sunlight which peered in.&nbsp; She then turned her attention to the unfamiliar elf whom she’d been curled up with.<br><br>April wasn't exactly surprised by the elf’s presence.&nbsp; Even if she couldn’t remember the woman’s name or how or even when they had met.&nbsp; Likely a fan of Auggies.&nbsp; Perhaps her own.&nbsp; It didn’t really matter.&nbsp; She was certain fun had been had.<br><br>She ran her tongue along her top teeth - it felt numb - and attempted to scrape off the cottony dry taste she had in her mouth.&nbsp; The alcohol and drug induced fog in her head was beginning to clear and various memories of the day and night before slowly trickled forward.&nbsp; <br><br>The nude fairy rolled to her side and stretched her hand out for her lover and partner.&nbsp; Finding him missing she tried to fix her bleary eyes on his empty side of the tent.&nbsp; <strong>”Auggie?”</strong>&nbsp; Despite her voice cracking, it held a melodious quality.&nbsp; <br><br>She untangled herself from her bed-mate and got to her feet.&nbsp; She was able to stand fully erect in their dome tent.&nbsp; Her four feet and nine inch height was just shy of the ceiling.&nbsp; She dug around in their things for a moment, and pulled out a water bottle which still felt cold in her hands.&nbsp; A few deep swallows helped chase away the aftertaste of the fairy dust, Molly, or whatever other drug, or drugs, she’d taken.<br><br>She found her thong and slipped it on then pulled on a Tee.&nbsp; The shirt was made of such little fabric it was a hard sell to call it a “tee”.&nbsp; It did little more than cover the important bits; leaving her abdomen, shoulders, arms, and upper chest bare, except for her various tattoos.&nbsp; Semi-dressed she stretched once more.&nbsp; Her wings expanded to their full length and roughly scraped against the ceiling of the tent.&nbsp; A prismatic effect was caused when the sun shone through them, and a rainbow appeared upon the nylon walls.<br><br>Rubbing her face, April stepped outside and found her shorts discarded near the entrance.&nbsp; They were cold against her hips, the night had been chilly.&nbsp; Not that she’d felt it.&nbsp; Squished between two warm bodies as she had been.<br><br><strong>”Auggie,”</strong> she called louder.&nbsp; She was hesitant to shout knowing there were still people sleeping nearby.<br><br>Where the heck had that big lug gone?<br><br>She found a pair of flip flops that were four sizes too big.&nbsp; Likely the Elf woman’s, she thought.&nbsp; Slipped her dainty feet within them and then began to head to the nearest lavatory.&nbsp; She thought maybe that was where he’d gone.&nbsp; With any luck she’d find him along the way.&nbsp; If not, well, she had to relieve herself anyway.<br><br>A few steps, and then her wings quickly beat against the air and she was flying toward the washrooms.&nbsp; She pinched her toes against the sandal's thong and hoped they wouldn't fall off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beachlover</strong> on <strong>10-03-2023, 15:56:25</strong>
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				The amused elf sipped his teeth as he observed Mia dig into the Pop Tart with unabashed curiosity. The siren’s zest for life never ceased to amaze him and was one of the reasons Quercus felt drawn to her. After being on the run for so very, very long it had taken him a long time to regain the allure of what fun life could provide. His relationship with Mia’s had turbocharged that realization. He stretched as he sat on the cool grass outside the tent, his lightly tanned skin growing taut over sinewy muscles. Thin white scars crisscrossed his forearms and grew less frequent as they approached his upper body, though several old knife wounds still decorated his torso. Not one for tattoos, he found the scars strangely decorative and never sought a true healer to remove them. Delicate pale reminders of his past that disappeared beneath the borrowed shorts he was wearing. <br><br>“It’s called a Pop Tart, darling.” Quercus explained as his warm baritone filled the tent of the curious girl as she attacked the tasty treat. He took another sip of his herbal tea, most likely his last, as the piping beverage had caught Mia’s eye. A soft chuckle was on his lips as he turned the cup carefully around to offer the handle to her, before relinquishing the drink and taking hold of one of the other reasons the stoic elf was drawn to her. His long fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ample bosom as he thoroughly amused himself with her breast as she relieved him of the rest of his tea. Turning his head he kissed the top of hers as the soft pads of his fingertips drew lazy designs on her glittered flesh. Her skin sparkled as the sun was starting to reach its zenith toward midday removing the last bit of haze clinging low to the ground. Activity and noise were starting to grow over toward the stage as whatever sound checks were necessary heralded the start of the second day of debauchery. <br><br>“Honestly, it’s like you rolled around in a pixie den.” He grunted as he groped her charms, his fingers narrowing ever inward toward her nipple. His face locked in a smirk of amusement suddenly froze as a harrowing thought entered his brain. Quercus released her boob, the tantalizing glove jiggling free as he grasped the front of his shorts and tugged them away from his body. And groaned. As he suspected his bait and tackle were thoroughly dusted in glitter, along with the rest of his hips and upper thighs. A casualty of last night’s frivolity. “Do you have any idea how long it takes to get glitter out…” he grumbled, coming to grips with the fact that his elfhood would be festively decorated for days to come. His resigned gaze fell upon Mia’s big brown eyes, looking innocently up at him though he knew her to be anything but. Sighing he allowed himself to smile, leaning down to peck softly at her lips. The cacophony from the stage was getting louder and he turned his head toward it, his palm returning it’s perch on her tit as he enjoyed the warmth of her curves smooshed tightly against him. “Well, what trouble shall you get us into today?” he teased.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Araedrel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2023, 21:02:31</strong>
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				Mia knew Quercus would relent and share his tea with her, he hardly ever refused her anything, unless it was a rare imported sweet that he'd gotten to blog about. And even then, the little siren was likely to charm her way into getting at least a bite. She took a sip, the cup jostled somewhat as he let it go in favor of grasping the fullness of one of her breasts. "Mmph.." came the muffled sound of pleasure, enjoying the way his fingers bit into her flesh and coaxed her nipple to attention. She wrinkled her nose slightly as the tart herbal concoction slid down her throat, although it didn't stop her from draining the cup. "You need sugar in this, love, it's kinda bitter." Setting the cup down and smiling at the kiss to her head, as well as the lazy meandering of his fingers over her flesh.<br><br>She'd heard what he called the pastry that was now filling her belly, and she beamed, blurting out. "I like them! SO sweet and yummy." Her sensitive ears picking up the sounds of roadies working on the set up for the first band of the day and she tilted her head, as though she might be trying to catch voices from afar. But all she heard was the work, and the drone of many voices at once, nothing that she could easily latch onto. Shrugging, she squirmed a bit in protest as Quercus let go of her tit and left her to bounce. Her eyes dropped down to what he was looking at, seeing specks of glitter catching the light and gleaming off of his.. endowment. Bright and bubbly laughter ensued as she took her amusement in the fact that rolling around their shared tent last night, joined together in hedonistic bliss, had produced an unintended effect. "So pretty though... and it was fun last night right?" Mia's eyes widened, the pupils nearly blackening the golden brown as she gave him her most winsome smile. "So worth it right?" She pressed her lips back against his, a trill caught in her throat. Each time they touched, was pure bliss to the siren.<br><br>As he asked what she wanted to do today, a contented huff escaped her lips as he returned his touch to her body. "Well you know my favoritest band everrr is playing tonight! The Trash Pandas. Oh the lead singer is gorgeous, just a beautiful man.." she gushed, recalling the almost pretty features of Ian Henrik. She'd gone to every show they'd had. Rumor was they were on the verge of signing a huge record contract with a top label, and she was rooting for them. They'd had their start on the deck of her surf shop, after all. "So I thought maybe we could go for a swim, or a shower, get the shinies off us.. have more fun like we did last night.. OH, I need to find that fairy again, she has the BEST candy! We can do that today and maybe you can actually eat some this time! Yes!" She wiggled against him some more, clearly pleased with her plans for their day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2023, 04:36:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1080331289732849684/1080331331592011936/4636ecfc4bbe055e92e2a93ec3609645.jpg)</div><br>He had spent most of the early morning working out to the best of his ability.&nbsp; Auggies was definitely still sore from the fight, and the bruised and broken ribs kept actions to a minimum.&nbsp; Yet with fighting being his life, he always had the strive to be in top shape whenever he could.&nbsp; This festival, though extremely fun in many ways, was definitely April's scene more so than his.&nbsp; Yet for most of their relationship they always supported each other, even though she hated seeing him beaten and bruised.&nbsp; Yet even though he was among amazing creatures of myth, and even though he just held his own against a dragonborn early in the week, he was still only a human after all.&nbsp; So, as he attempted to do his third set of pull ups on the tree branch, his ribs aching like no other, it was only a matter of time before he would fall.&nbsp; Inevitably his fingers slipped, and soon enough his backside met the dirt of the ground with a loud thud.<br><br>"Fuck!" he managed a pained groan as his ribs caused his head to spin.&nbsp; "Not my brightest moment" he uttered through clenched teeth.<br><br>He slowly lent up onto his hands when the world stopped spinning around him.&nbsp; He knew he should be taking it easy, so with a sigh and a huff he pulled himself into a standing position.&nbsp; With another stretch, this time with half the effort, he left his makeshift training grounds and started the trek back down towards their tent.&nbsp; His walk wasn't a quick one, he wanted to take in the area around him.&nbsp; Tonight, was going to be perfect, he could just feel it in his heart.&nbsp; Nothing could ruin his excitement! Unless...<br><br><em>'What if she says no?'</em> he began to quickly self-destruct as he stopped in his tracks, lost in thought.&nbsp; <em>'What if asking her scares her off? and she leaves me? she laughs at me.... wants nothing to do with me...'</em> His current implosion was cut off however as her form came fluttering into view as he found himself near her current destination, the washrooms.&nbsp; Just the sight of her beauty calmed him and destroyed his anxiety.&nbsp; "Yeah," he found himself saying out loud "it's going to be perfect." He smirked and waved to her as she landed.&nbsp; He didn't give her a moment to question as to why he was sweaty, dirty, and covered in leaves and branches from his fall.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come," he smirked mischievously at her "bathe in the stream with me" he pleaded playfully.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>13-03-2023, 05:31:58</strong>
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				The fairy crested the treeline and was met with the bright rays of a mid-morning sun.&nbsp; She was a bit baffled at how she'd been able to "sleep in".&nbsp; Tents were notoriously uncomfortable and tended to get to an uncomfortable warmth quickly after the sun rose.&nbsp; &nbsp;Either it was extremely cold the night before, or she'd drunk and partied way too hard.<br><br>Her wings beat quickly to keep her aloft.&nbsp; So quickly that they were but a blur and only an outline could be seen.&nbsp; A flapping hum, akin to a humming bird or insect, was made by their rapid movement through the air.&nbsp; It was this ability, the rapid movement of their wings, and the metabolism which allowed the Fairies to continue it for hours, that likely resulted in them being one of the more short-lived Fae races.&nbsp; Their natural lifespans were more comparable to humans than to an Elf.&nbsp; In fact, with modern medicine, it wasn't atypical for a human to outlive a Fairy.<br><br>April hovered there, and watched as people moved instruments and equipment upon the stage.&nbsp; She wanted to be up there one day.&nbsp; On a big stage, and performing for thousands.&nbsp; Her band, she felt, possibly had the potential.&nbsp; They just needed a more charismatic front woman.&nbsp; Like the Siren, Mia, who ran the open mic nights.<br><br>April didn't linger long.&nbsp; The discomfort of her bladder wouldn't allow for it.&nbsp; As she flew toward the porto-toilets, her thoughts fell upon Auggie.&nbsp; There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about him - usually multiple hours a day - and today seemed like no exception.&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't completely uncommon for a Fairy to bond with a human.&nbsp; Throughout their shared history there were some very famous human/Fairy pairings.&nbsp; Humans made good providers and protectors.&nbsp; Always pushing forward, for better or worse.&nbsp; Auggie was no different.&nbsp; She both loved and hated the fact that he took unnecessary risks in the ring.&nbsp; He could make just as much money, or more, taking normal human vs. human fights.&nbsp; Heck, he might even be champion by now, if he did that.&nbsp; That just wasn't Auggie, though.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, something inside him drove him to take on the biggest and strongest around.&nbsp; It was just his nature.&nbsp; A nature she had learned to accept, if not appreciate.&nbsp; Like this morning for instance.&nbsp; She was certain he was out "training".&nbsp; Left her alone in the tent with a stranger just so he could defy doctor's orders.&nbsp; If he did something that caused those ribs to splinter and pierce a lung she would never forgive him.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a hopeless affair.&nbsp; She'd bound herself to him when she was only eighteen.&nbsp; A spiritual process, as much as it was physical.&nbsp; The binding was as much a conscious decision as it was done on instinct.&nbsp; A typical Fairy would bind themselves to multiple individuals throughout their lives.&nbsp; No doubt a contributing factor to their reputation of being promiscuous.&nbsp; Each bound partner was a lifelong mate; regardless of whether they were sexually active.&nbsp; A bound mate could just as easily be a lifelong friend as a lover.&nbsp; Though, considering most Fairies' innate tendency to be affectionate, passionate and bold, most such relationship fell into the lovers category at some point.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was fairly common for a Fairy's harem to all live together, support each other, and raise any offspring collectively.&nbsp; The human's observance and practice of monogamy; therefore, was rather baffling and unnatural to most Fairies.&nbsp; Even those few who attempted to follow the human's more stagnant and limited concept of love found something amiss in their lives.&nbsp; <br><br>There hadn't been anyone else, yet, that April had felt so connected and drawn to.&nbsp; She was still young.&nbsp; Her parents told her that the first was always a bit more special, and to just enjoy that time together.&nbsp; April planned to do just that.&nbsp; She just had hoped that when Auggie had invited her to this music festival it had also meant he was going to listen to the doctors for once and rest.&nbsp; <br><br>It had only been a few days since his last match, and he needed at least a month, if not more, to fully recover.&nbsp; Knowing Auggie, as she did, she doubted he'd wait that long.&nbsp; And when she would inevitably bring it up, he would tell her that no fighter ever fought when they were at one-hundred percent.&nbsp; Even so, he could wait.&nbsp; He didn't have to jump into the ring at the next opportunity.&nbsp; He'd earned his right to pick his fights.&nbsp; He didn't have anything else he needed to prove.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew he'd disagree.<br><br>Green eyes surveyed the ground beneath her and landed on a sight that made her heart sing out in joy, and her mind grow ever more frustrated.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; Right there.&nbsp; Dirty and sweaty and grinning like a fool!&nbsp; &nbsp;A grin which held back the pain his ribs must have been causing. A grin that likely fooled everyone but her.&nbsp; &nbsp;There.&nbsp; That gorgeous big dumb stubborn gentle man.&nbsp; The joy of her life!&nbsp; The man who would die for her, and the man she'd sacrifice everything for.<br><br>A loving smile came to her lips and reflected in her eyes, even if the rest of her face gave him an irritable pout.&nbsp; <strong>"You left me alone again,"</strong> she said petulantly.&nbsp; <strong>"What if that elf had chosen to take advantage of me and do unmentionable things to me, again?"</strong> she grinned at him teasingly.&nbsp; <strong>"Or, y'know?&nbsp; Rob us?"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Her arms landed lightly about his neck and she hovered at his eye level.&nbsp; She was careful not to put even an ounce of her light frame on his due to his injury.&nbsp; &nbsp;She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, but remembered the gross taste that had been in her mouth.&nbsp; She didn't want to share that.&nbsp; So she refrained from kissing him fully and as passionately as she desired before brushing.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"What did you let me take last night?"</strong> she asked with her typical mischievous smirk.&nbsp; <strong>"It tasted like I had eaten the bottom of a moldy trash bin."</strong><br><br>He mentioned bathing in the creek and her smile brightened.&nbsp; <strong>"Sure.&nbsp; Sounds awesome.&nbsp; But I really need to pee first."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beachlover</strong> on <strong>15-03-2023, 21:53:36</strong>
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				Quercus watched the remains of his tea vanish among the rambling planning with a wry smile on his face, warm fingertips caressing bare flesh as he cradled Mia on his lap. Thankfully years of training had allowed him to maintain a pleasant face when the band ‘Trash Pandas’ was mentioned. What kind of name was that? Only a slight arch of his eyebrow betrayed the elf’s disbelief as to the skill of these musicians. Indeed, Mia seemed far more interested in their frontman than the band themselves, which he supposed was quite on par for most rock or pop groups. Still, what made the rambunctious girl happy tended to make him happy, so… “Well, we certainly won’t miss the stylings of these pretty pretty pandas.” He assured her behind a thinly lined veil of doubt. The shopkeeper known as Wood leaned down and kissed the wriggling woman on the tip of her, nose then her lips to seal his promise.<br><br>In all of Mia’s rambling one idea did stand out among the rest and it was one that Quercus wholehearted agreed with: a bath. “But first, let’s get cleaned off. The allure of being covered in sweat, glitter and cum has worn off in the light of day.” He smirked giving her rear a firm spank before gently pushing her off him and back into the tent and the growing pile of discarded clothing. “Get your stuff and let’s head down to the river to wash off. I know taking a quick dip will get you ready for another day. I know it will me.” He chuckled, slowly climbing to his feet while he let her rummage around in the tent to get ready. Nearly noon there was growing activity in the festival grounds as people began to rouse themselves for a full day of decadence. “Maybe some food too,” he suggested, stomach rumbling lightly as he closed his eyes rolled his neck around slowly to relax the stiffness. “Especially before you get more drink and those fairy snacks you had last night.”<br><br>Quercus grunted a bit at his own suggestion. He was sounding more like her dad than her lover this morning. Their vast age difference was not something that they had addressed in their relationship, but it was something he had brewing in the back of his mind and no doubt what all elves had to deal with when they entangled themselves with the ‘lesser’ races. He wrinkled his nose at the term, a holdover from living in the conclaves. He preferred ‘younger’ races, but he was in the vast minority among his species. Time and time again he had to stop himself and remind himself to relax and go with the flow; especially here. The worst thing to happen here was to wake up with a titan-sized hangover or snuggled up to a troll. Relax. Those days were long past and things were different now.<br><br>The lanky elf blew out a long breath as he rolled his neck around in the other direction, a few light snaps as his neck cracked like a knuckle as ease slowly came over him. Opening his eyes he looked out over the valley and noted it for the first time in the light of a new day. The sun had finally burned away the haze and fog revealing the deep cut in the mountainside that the revelers had not filled. His brow furrowed slightly as the hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up slightly. It had been a long time since he had lived in the trees, but something about this valley didn’t sit right with him. The stream was meandering and deep, almost snake-like as it grew in speed to eventually empty into the sea. However, the valley was straight and linear like an arrow and in no way could it have been carved by the water. And there were these funny little pillars that poked out into the trees as regular –&nbsp; “Wha?” he blinked, taking a step back as a blur of pink flashed across his field of vision as a fairy buzzed their tent on the way toward the stream. His musings forgotten as he recognized the girl; Mia’s friend. Apple? Azealia? It definitely started with an A. She was clearly looking for something as she buzzed about before disappearing over the curve of the valley. “Almost ready, love? A bath and a burger will get this day going right.” the elf called back into the tent.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Araedrel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2023, 18:54:07</strong>
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				The way Mia's face lit up as he promised they wouldn't miss the Trash Panda's show was breathtaking. The little siren trilled again as the elf pressed a kiss to her nose and her lips, and a song formed in the air as her happiness radiated outwards from their embrace. Anyone within about 20-30 yards or so might feel themselves joyful with no apparent cause.&nbsp; She wasn't particularly aware that her ability was activated, but as Quercus spoke of getting cleaned up and pushed her back into the tent, it sparked conscious thought in the alluring beauty and she giggled, flouncing around in their clothing. "Okay! " she chirped, rustling through the belongings to find her 'smell good' stuff that she preferred. Coming up with an armful of product and her brush, she moved forward in a crab walk, emerging from the tent.<br><br>"Yes, a bath, a bath and food!" she sang gleefully in response to his comments and suggestions, not at all minding the fatherly tone in which he spoke. It had never occurred to her that it mattered whether he was so much older than her or not. By human standards, her 125 years would be positively ancient, but for her kind, she was still very much a young adult. Another thing that didn't matter to the happy go lucky girl was clothing. Honestly, she hated it. Land dwellers were obsessed with covering their bodies with, in her opinion, itchy, scratchy and useless items that got heavy in water. The only concession she made to clothing was public areas in town. Even wearing a bikini at the beach seemed pointless to her, but after nearly getting accosted by the land dweller authorities, she had taken to wearing it.&nbsp; Here however, in the raucous revelry of the festival, no one cared. So she thought nothing of exiting their nest without a scrap of clothing on.<br><br>Upon hearing him ask if she was ready, she nodded, piping up with " Yes, all set!" The siren was blissfully unaware of the observations of her lover, all thoughts on bathing and food, and maybe other things, but mostly those. Certainly not on whether things were amiss with their surroundings. A hand slipped into his, squeezing it gently and a pair of warm brown eyes focused on his hazel ones. "Let's go!" And she was off, practically dragging her companion toward the river with zero chill in her step. Mia approached life with unrelenting exuberance, always. Even the smallest pleasures such as a bath were met with her infectious enthusiasm, and as she sped along the path, her thoughts turned as rambly as her plan had been. Fairy snacks. crowd surfing, hot uninhibited sex with Quercus..it all mashed together in her brain as one emotion: Happy.<br><br>As they reached the riverbank, she cheered and dropped most of her collection, still brandishing her body wash as a beeline was made for the crystal clear water. And just as her toe dipped into the water, she suddenly stiffened, a sinuous whisper floating through her mind. <em>Mirarea Loremara, daughter of the tides.. </em> She squeaked aloud, letting go of Quercus and spinning in place. "Did you hear that?!" she asked, a hint of puzzlement in her tone, but not fear. Just curiosity. "So weirrdd.." she added, gazing at him and smiling. "Coming in, love? I'll wash that sparkly off you.." And just like that, the moment was forgotten and she was back to fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>20-03-2023, 23:47:46</strong>
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				"Rob us?" <br><br>He couldn't help but laugh as she spoke about the elf in the tent taking their things or even worse ravishing her while he was away. "First of all, dear, you know all of our valuables are locked up in the jeep," as he spoke, he produced the key fob for his jeep gladiator.&nbsp; Something she knew was his second love in life.&nbsp; She would always outweigh that machine in the love department.&nbsp; Yet something about men, specifically human men and their vehicles just seemed unique and with how he treated that thing would make any onlooker wonder.&nbsp; He valued his jeep as if it were a living thing, men and their toys.&nbsp; Washing it and modifying it any chance he got.&nbsp; Their Gladiator was definite off-road machine. <br><br>He smirked as he returned the key fob to his pocket as he continued.&nbsp; "Plus, I would be more worried for the safety of that elf with her being left alone with you..." he chuckled as she wrapped herself about his neck, He could feel she was holding back her weight and didn't let kiss linger either.&nbsp; Yet he pressed forwards with a deep kiss regardless.&nbsp; Polished and clean or dirty and unkempt he loved the fairy for who she was.&nbsp; Nothing about her was off putting, so truthfully the bad taste in her mouth he didn't even notice as he kissed her as deeply as she would allow.&nbsp; <br><br>Reluctantly, and she could feel it in his arms, he released her from his hug as he nodded.&nbsp; "I didn't 'let' you eat anything, you we the one asking everyone else to try this and try that."&nbsp; he chuckled.&nbsp; "I'm pretty sure you ate moss at one point thinking it was shrooms or something, but I couldn't tell, and by the time I questioned you about it, well..." he chuckled again, this time more mysteriously, as he recounted their events from last night.&nbsp; "You well...um... didn't care what went in your mouth." He winked at her and kissed her on the head this time before turning her.&nbsp; "Hurry, go pee, I reek and need to get this dirt off me, I'll head back to the tent, grab what towels and clothing remains from the robber and I'll meet you at the water.&nbsp; Without another word, just a wink, he turned and did just that.<br><br>Moments passed and he found that their tent was empty of the elf girl, yet their things were there still.&nbsp; "See April, we're fine, today is going to be a good day." he spoke aloud but to no one as he grabbed random clothing and two towels to dry off.&nbsp; He took a moment to hide the ring and the car keys inside of his pillow the best he could.&nbsp; Even a trained thief would have a difficult moment finding them. In his left hand grabbed what soap and shampoo they had in a small travel bag and left the tent to head down to the water.&nbsp; <br><br>He could see how eventful the morning was turning out to be.&nbsp; The stage crews were already adjusting things and sound checking the instruments and mics.&nbsp; Almost half the venue was either still asleep in alcohol or drug induced slumbers, or they were out and about mingling or in the waters of the river freshening up for the day.&nbsp; He initially searched for her but hadn't noticed her, so he found a small rock near a lesser populated area further up the river away from the venue.&nbsp; The rock was large enough to hold about two people at the edge of the waters and was half shaded from the sun.&nbsp; He removed his clothing, letting the dirty stuff fall into a pile on the ground next to said rock.&nbsp; He left the clean stuff on the rock and sat quietly in his briefs as he awaited the love of his life.&nbsp; <br><br>The sun shone deeply through the shade at times, highlighting the deep bruise on his left side, where his fighting injuries were.&nbsp; However, those weren't even the remarkable ones he had donned like badges of honor.&nbsp; Older scars littered his right side, shrapnel wounds that accompanied burn marks that led from his right ribs up and over his right pec and onto his right shoulder.&nbsp; Faint burns scattered along his neck but could barely be seen unless in the bright sunlight.&nbsp; A single bullet wound also topped of the damaged canvas of his skin on the right shoulder where he had been shot.&nbsp; He was a cacophony of tragedy all spilled out on his torso and arms to be seen.&nbsp; This was his award for failing a mission so many years ago. He winced every time he removed his shirt, it was something April was helping him with.&nbsp; She saw through the torn flesh and saw who he really was.&nbsp; She found the beauty in him, yet he struggled to see past his failures.&nbsp; She knew the story of what happened, she knew how he almost died that day.&nbsp; What she didn't know about was the curse, or how that same dream continued to play over and over in his head.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes were focused on the right side of his abdomen, as the scars, he could hear the Troll Shaman laughing as he blew up.&nbsp; What was even odder than that, however, was a cold breeze that sent a chill up his spine.&nbsp; An uneasy feeling sparked his anxiety as his eyes roamed further up the waters away from the festival.&nbsp; Staring out into nothingness he shivered again.&nbsp; Yet almost as quickly as that uneasy feeling arrived, it had left. A loud echoing mic check snapped him out of his trance and towards the stage.&nbsp; His eyes found the fairy traveling down the pathway towards him and all anxiety seemed to fall away. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-03-2023, 04:37:09</strong>
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				She knew they had all their valuables locked in the Jeep.&nbsp; She didn't really think the lovely Elf woman would steal anything from them.&nbsp; But, that wasn't the point!&nbsp; The point was that he'd left her alone, again.&nbsp; The protection and safety he provided disappeared when he did.&nbsp; Not that she felt threatened with hundreds of strangers all around.&nbsp; She just didn't like it.<br><br>The kiss stole her breath and made the over-sized sandals she'd taken from the campsite fall from her feet.&nbsp; Gawd, he could really get her going.<br><br>She laughed as she listened to him tell her she ate moss.&nbsp; <strong>"You let me eat moss!?"</strong> she said incredulously.&nbsp; <strong>"Guess that's what I get for relying on you, huh?"</strong> she teased gently with a wink.&nbsp; Her laughter was bell-like, <strong>"how about today, you keep me from eating anything not prepackaged?"</strong>&nbsp; She kissed his lips again.<br><br><strong>You are stinky,"</strong> she said with a laugh as he turned her in mid-air.&nbsp; She swooped down and grabbed the sandals which fell from her toes, and earned herself a playful swat upon her plush bubble butt.&nbsp; <strong>"but I like it.&nbsp; Your stink!"</strong> She commented before her wings carried her out of his arm reach.<br><br>She fumbled with the sandals as she tried to get them back on her feet while flying.&nbsp; The smell of reefer was prevalent around the toilets and soon she was passed a lit joint without asking.&nbsp; Two deep drags and she passed it on.&nbsp; She was also given a baggy of what appeared to be a gummi or edible, and since it was free, she didn't ask any question.&nbsp; She simply slipped it into the pocket of her shorts.&nbsp; The line moved quickly enough, and after about ten minutes she was on her way to meet Auggie at the river.<br><br>She saw the big man from a good distance away.&nbsp; A mischievous grin touched her lips and she began wiggling out of her shorts as she flew.&nbsp; The pilfered sandals forgotten during her struggle with the tight fitting bottoms.&nbsp; They slipped past her ankles just moments before she flew past him.&nbsp; The garments were roughly slapped against his chest.&nbsp; The vine tattoo which circled her left leg from hip to ankle trailed behind her like a kite's tail.&nbsp; <br><br>She flew up above the water, until her wings stalled and then stopped beating.&nbsp; The speed of her ascent slowly stalled and then she began to fall.&nbsp; Her wings rose above her head and she quickly pulled off her top, and then they tucked close to her back.&nbsp; She tossed the shirt toward the shore, though, it fell just shy and landed lightly on the water's surface.&nbsp; A moment later, the little fairy cannon balled into the river.<br><br><strong>"Oh my god, that's cold!"</strong> she shouted as she emerged from beneath the water.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Get your ass in here and warm me up!"</strong> she demanded as she brushed her wet pink hair from her face. <br><br>Green eyes noted the river bank.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh!&nbsp; Be careful!&nbsp; There's poison ivy all along the bank there,"</strong> she said as she pointed out the prickly leafed plant with a splattering of red along its spine.&nbsp; It only had the faintest splash of red at this time of year.&nbsp; A clump was only a few feet from the rock Auggie had decided to setup on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beachlover</strong> on <strong>29-03-2023, 18:39:40</strong>
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				As morning turned to midday the warm air still held a serene quality to it as the festival denizens were still going through their morning rituals and rites. Occasional noises of squawky microphones and speakers checked to test for damage was coming from the area of the great stage at the top of the valley; a herald of the cacophony to come and an wake up call for those still sleeping off the effects of the pervious night. With the ban on camping near the river the closer you got to the cool mountain-fed stream the more you were reminded that you really were deep in the wilderness away from anything resembling civilization. Those with enough couth or good sense to bathe this morning were venturing into its chilly depths to wash away the grime and bad decisions before making more. The din of deeply flowing water filled the air, a relaxing balm to the intense music of the night before. <br><br>Near one bend of the river heads turned as a new noise broke the calm morning. Well, not so much a noise but the sound of the wreckage left in the wake of something plowing its way quickly through the brush. The snapping of twigs and the crunching of leaves grew in frequency and ferocity the closer that the interloper came to the water. As whatever was barreling through the underbrush came to the edge of the forest it emitted a most unexpected sound: a giggling whoop of glee before crashing out of the woods. A curvy girl jiggled free of the vegetation, bare skin glittering quite literally in the sunlight as she cheered and launched herself off a nearby rock to dive into the river. In a sharp contrast to the wanton destruction her direct path to the water had taken to the river her dive was picturesque as the siren slipped beneath the surface without so much as a splash. <br><br>So focused on the unexpected sight few would notice a lanky elf breathing hard at the end of the newly blazed trail clearly having given chase. Quercus placed his hand on a tree and caught his breath cursing himself for giving Mia sugar so early in the morning. Once she had caught scent of the river she had started off at a run for it and it was all he could do was keep up. Long ago he had learned the worst place to be was between a siren and water and he was remiss to make that mistake again. Fortunately following in her wake was rather easy as she made a beeline to her natural habitat tearing through tents, bushes, leaf, branch and with a grimace he noted a trampled tangle of poison ivy. Perfect. The elf sighed and rubbed his forehead, picking his way carefully down to the water. It was impossible to miss the side of beef Mia almost careened into on her revitalizing return to the river. Easily the tallest human Que had every laid eyes on though there was something familiar about the scarred man that the elf couldn’t place. A truly impressive specimen that was a paragon of the human tradition of brawn over brains. Indeed the scars and battle wounds over his body indicated that he made his living on his brawn and the shopkeeper was happy again that Mia hadn’t careened into the unexpectedly familiar man. <br><br>“Apologies,” the elf said, hopping down gracefully to the edge of the water to hang two pilfered towels up on a nearby branch. Only when he glanced back to the river to see if Mia had surfaced did he see a bright splotch of pink bobbing in the water nearby. His brow furrowed before recognition dawned on the sylvan’s face. April. That’s what the fairy’s name was. Mia’s friend or co-worker or something. Quercus turned to glance at the brute again, realizing it was the young fairy’s mate. The prize fighter. Mia was rambling about him one night after Quercus had grilled prawns and unfortunately now all he could remember was the chili lime rub he’d adorned the dinner with. With a sigh he straightened the towels on the branch. He really did need to start paying closer attention to these shorter-lived mortals.&nbsp; “April, how fortuitous to have your beauty grace this fine morning,” Quercus bowed formally to her before giving her mate a nod in greeting, turning to set the body wash he’d stolen from tent Mia had literally run through down by the rocks. “No doubt the naked missile that almost took out your mate will be looking for more of that… what did she call it?” the elf paused, making a show of tilting his head before recalling the word. “Candy.” He said, doubting whatever it was she ingested last night was anything but.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Araedrel</strong> on <strong>29-03-2023, 20:26:19</strong>
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				Mia had one overarching goal and that was to bathe, and wallow in the cooling comfort of the river's waters. It barely registered in her mind that two familiar scents tickled her nose as she breezed past. She could hear the protests of bleary eyed festival goers behind her as she kept heading toward the body of water with an eerily singular focus. Even Quercus had been momentarily forgotten as their hands unlinked and she ran faster. Launching herself from the rocky outcropping, she slipped beneath the surface with effortless ease, making no sound. In the spot where she'd vanished, ripples fanned out in a beautiful circular pattern. It was quite a few moments before the siren popped back into view, but the sight was certainly something to behold.<br><br>She'd been swimming beneath the water at an almost breakneck speed, having shifted naturally as she did so. A large, iridescent purple tail broke the surface, splashing down and sending a small wave of water straight for the bank of the river. Her delighted laugh filled the air as she dove again, swimming back toward Quercus and.. those familiar scents tickled her nose again, and she propelled herself upward, the powerful strokes of her tail keeping her aloft as she pulled her hair back from her eyes to gaze upon April, and then the gigantic man whom she knew to be April's mate. Her brown eyes turned almost molten in color as clear delight shone through. "Aprilll, you're here!" Mia gushed, racing forward in a flurry of scales and naked torso to embrace the fairy, who was floating somewhat peacefully as she was addressed by the exhausted looking elf. "I see you ran into Wood." Mia smiled, releasing her tight squeeze on the other girl to wiggle her fingers at her companion and blew him a kiss.<br><br>"Auggie!" she sang, waving in a friendly and exuberant manner at the human man, happy to see that he'd accompanied April to this festival of delights. "How lovely to see you again." Then her attention turned back to April again, reaching to hug the fairy tight once more. Mia was like that. Personal boundaries didn't mean much to the affectionate siren. Land dweller hang ups in general didn't plague her. Letting her tail stop its frantic work, the petite yet curvy siren slowly sank back into the refreshing water. It truly revitalized her in a way nothing else could. And the glitter was mostly gone.. mostly. Nothing a good scrubbing by her favorite elf wouldn't fix.&nbsp; Grinning, she crooked a finger at him and arched a brow. "Quercus darling, aren't you going to come in here and take care of me?" she wheedled, fixing her expressive eyes on his face.<br><br>"So, are you excited to see the Trash Pandas too, April? I can't believe they're here really! I hear they're about to sign a huge record deal too." Mia sounded like the ultimate fangirl as she prattled on and on about the band, the two men largely forgotten for the moment in her desire to commiserate with her friend about fellow musicians. "Oh, and how's your band coming along? You guys were definitely good last time you played on the deck of my shop." A lilt entered the siren's voice as she praised April, and swam in slow circles around her friend. Mia was perfectly content to remain embraced in the water's chill as the morning sun rose even higher overhead. It would be quite hot before long, she reflected, and that meant she could wear the barest minimum of the itchy land dweller clothing. Perfect.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Elemental Love in the Time of Terror - Beachlover Araedrel Chreestafer Aribeth</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2023, 04:31:48</strong>
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				August was shocked, in a good way, to say the least. <br><br>The woman he was going to spend the rest of forever with came fluttering by.&nbsp; Her shorts smacking him in the chest as she threw them at the bulky human.&nbsp; He chuckled as he caught them, tossing them on the pile of his clothing to take back to the jeep to be washed when they got home. yet his eyes were focus on her nude form hovering above the water.&nbsp; Her tight elegant features fluttering in the sunlight from her pink hair down to her dainty toes, she was beautiful. He did feel himself getting aroused at her sight, something that never changed when she was around.&nbsp; He used to joke saying things like 'you're using magic spices to make this happen all the time, aren't you?!?'&nbsp; Yet he knew it was just the sight of her that kept his heart fluttering like a schoolboy going to his first dance with a cute girl. <br><br>He laughed as he watched her curl into a ball before plummeting into the water with an audible "plop" which was soon followed by her shear voice beckoning him to enter the water as it was cold for her.&nbsp; Her words made him laugh harder as he stood, slide off the rock aiming away from the poison ivy she pointed out to him, and retrieved her shirt floating at the edge of the shore.&nbsp; Turning August tossed the soaked cloth at the pile. As he turned, he was just able to sidestep the mass of flesh known as Mia who was head strong about getting into the water as quickly as possible.&nbsp; He laughed softly with a cocked eyebrow and was about to say something when she turned into her siren self.&nbsp; Within moments she was waving his way and talk to April.&nbsp; It took him a quick moment to realize who she was before he waved back feebly as she had already turned away.<br><br>The sound of the elf's apology turned the large man's face to focus on Quercus as he tried to remember who this man was.&nbsp; "Quercus right?" he spoke softly asking as the elf greeted the fairy then turned to August.&nbsp; He laughed when the 'Candy' was brought up. "That's all her specialty," he said nudging his head towards April.&nbsp; "I've participated in some things with her though its normal not my scene.&nbsp; Yet she is the expert, and she is the life of the party at times!" he joked.&nbsp; He bobbed his head in a manly nod as he turned back towards the water.&nbsp; He bent down, slipped his briefs off.&nbsp; Then tossing them to the clothing pile as well, he stood proudly.&nbsp; He didn't need the arousal of Aprils nude body to help his display.&nbsp; Yet he was going to go 'thank' her anyway as he pulled their own personal cleaning bag from the rock and started into the cool water wadding until he was mid chest deep in the water.&nbsp; He knew this was a deeper spot for the fairy, yet letting the bag float next to them, he pulled her to him holding her up so they were face to face.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hi there... come to these waters often?" he joked.&nbsp; The bite of the cold water felt great on his sore ribs.&nbsp; She could even feel his tension was slowly easing up on his side as he held her.&nbsp; 
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